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Supreme Mystic: Obsessed By The Strongest Alpha

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1247    |    Released on: Today at 19:34

ive holographic billboards suspended from the vaulted ceiling replayed high-intensity combat fo

t pillar, glancing at the

3. Assembly

aft window, the academy's automated system had officially dumped him

of cosmic void-storms, but navigating a terminal full of

fortlessly past two burly upperclassmen without brushing a single thread of their coats. As he glided pa

ith messy blond hair was pacing back and

ster yelled, waving both ar

fering a slight, amuse

t, out of breath. "Word on the forum is that you absolut

ally nothing better to do, Kieran though

k, fire-engine-red military hover-bike drifted violently across the polished tiles, s

his leg over the chassis. He wore custom

ng said. He pulled off his tinted visor, pumping a

ely in his pockets. His passive energy field devoured

ned confidence, Kieran noted internally. Did he buy the 'Arrogant

y armored personnel carrier parked nearby. Leaning against the

us?" Kade Tucker's voice sounded li

wn energy surged inside like magma trapped beneath thin rock. Three fractured energy pathways, Kieran analyzed

. "You're nothing but monster bait. The second you slow me down

ieran b

e the vein on Kade's temple throb. He took a heavy, aggres

second, Kieran let a microscopic sliver of his ancient aura slip. Kade's beast instincts scr

sement. With those blocked arteries, you're three angry stomps away from a massive car

high heels broke

ulders hunched, while the female wore an immaculate, perfectly tailore

?" Talia Reynolds complained, waving a manicured hand in fron

nty minutes ago, but oka

ured a soft, pathetic plea

arming smile. "My apologies, my lady. Ma

ieran. She took in his sharp bone structure and

netic dead-end. No wonder your engagement was broken. You were thrown away like garbage-just a pathetic, broken toy. Hon

ly. A few travelers waiting at nearby

line," a passing mercenar

lling him to kill himself? These noble kids are psycho," a wom

nd the murmurs of the crowd, Kieran'

of introductions? Kieran mused, genuinely impressed by her audacity. Ten out o

face flushed beet-red with anger, his fists clenching

against the boy's collarbone, sending a microscopic pulse of absolute-zero energy into Leo's ne

fering his friend a mild, calming smi

g of these low-dimensional children was nothing more than the squirm

ace ordered, clapping his hands togethe

t a leisurely pace. Kade threw a hesitant, profoundly fearful look over his sho

port announcer chimed again. Its cheerful tone was

ced. Unstable spatial rifts and anomalous Grade-S energy signat

en, suffocating spike in atmosphe

spheric pressure made his eyes narrow. It wasn't just a shift in the

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Supreme Mystic: Obsessed By The Strongest Alpha
Supreme Mystic: Obsessed By The Strongest Alpha
“Kieran Estes wakes up in the body of the academy's most pathetic F-rank-an abandoned heir, a coward, a corpse in a medical pod. Everyone expects him to grovel. They have no idea a supreme mystic from a higher dimension now wears that broken shell. When Gage Norton storms in to threaten him, Kieran doesn't flinch. He rips the IV needle from his own vein, smears blood across Gage's cheek, and smiles like he's watching a mildly amusing insect. When Cristofer puts on his innocent little act, Kieran doesn't argue. He dangles one lie, watches the fake angel panic and expose himself, then walks away while the whole corridor is too terrified to whisper. He isn't angry. He isn't hurt. He is bored. To Kieran, these noble heirs, elite cadets, and academy bullies are nothing but noisy children playing with toys they don't understand. He has no interest in begging for mercy, chasing approval, or playing the pathetic role they wrote for him. He resigns from being the Norton family's punching bag. He refuses to kneel. He sets his own terms-and dares anyone to test him. He doesn't need to raise his voice. He doesn't need to prove himself. One calm smile, one drop of blood, one exposed lie-and the predators of the academy finally realize the truth: The weakest F-rank is no longer prey. He is the most dangerous thing in the room.”