Chapter 617 - Bad Luck (2/2)
[Author's Note: Fair warning… I got a bit creative with these ones… I think I need to see a therapist]
”… A man who doesn't step out to protect his own mother's name? Ah, I get it! When you were being conceived, your old man had his cock in his hand, bending over the side of the bed with sweat pouring down his face, taking bets for which of your whore mother's gang bangers would father you!”
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”… I also hear that your mother birthed you along with a steaming pile of shit! She was so cum drunk, she couldn't tell which pile of garbage was you! Who the hell knows what she was doing up until she went into labor?!”
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”… Don't worry about your little girlfriend! We have real men over at Hero Peak, she's getting your mother's treatment and then some! When next you see her, she won't even be able to remember your name! Her vocabulary will be whittled down to 'Yes, daddy!' and 'Right away, daddy!'”
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Thetris' barrage of insults only seemed to grow worse and worse. No stone was left unturned. It was like a rapid fire collection of what would only expect to find in the worst kind of doujin. It was a horror to listen to without a doubt.
The youths who had come to the freshman quarters knew their limits. They didn't dare to cause a commotion throughout the whole city, or else they would be annoying people they couldn't afford to annoy. So, Thetris' voice was restricted to the few kilometer long strip assigned to freshman, but that didn't stop news from spreading like wildfire, especially after there was not a single movement from Leonel even after all this time.
On a building a distance away, a youth wearing the emblem of Valiant Hall sat, looking on with a half bored, half amused expression. He had come here to protect Leonel at Sael's will, but he didn't expect this brat to actually be such a coward.
'Aiya, of all the Hero Peak members you had to catch the attention of, it had to be that sadistic bastard.'
The young man, who went by Gersan, looked at the back profile of the youth standing by Thetris, handing him orders every so often.
Even just his back view made him seem like a writhing snake, ready to pounce.
He had only been in Valiant Heart for three years, yet he had already been promoted to a white belt and was only a step away from entering the ranks of blue belts.
Unfortunately, his strength was just one aspect. What he was truly known for was being the King of the Ores. He was a business savvy individual who practically hoarded merits thanks to his borderline evil business practices.
Him targeting Leonel like this was truly a case of bad luck. It seemed that this King of Ores, Sarrieth, was using Leonel as a stepping stone to ease his promotion to blue belt.
'Tch… Bad luck indeed. But, what does this have to do with me?'
Gersan leaned back on the rooftop, half closing his eyes.