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The Bully's Obsession with a Gamer Girl

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*Title Change Coming Soon* Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. He was a boy raised by wealth and power. He became a man of danger and obsession. Her fire, her spite, her strength, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by need and desperation. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. *** ~Phoebe "Get away." I growled. The closer the kidnappers moved, the angrier I got. I yanked on my ties. He grabbed my face pinching my cheeks hard and went to lean in for a kiss, but I jerked my head away quick, he wasn't prepared, his grip slipped, giving me the opening so, I slammed my forehead into his, hard. "Ow, fuck, you cunt." he punched me twice, the first hitting me in the eye and the second was across the cheek. My face ached. But I won't break. "Hand me my knife." The man said. He began slicing up my hoodie. I screamed. The cold air of the room crept up my exposed skin. "You're fucking tits are nice." He licked his lips and just as his hand reached for my breast, a loud bang echoed through the room. "Fuck what was that? Jung, go check it out." The man ordered his friend. I screamed again. Loud and angry, I needed whoever was up there to hear me. I let all the rage out in one loud roar. The man slapped me and then back handed me across the face. I felt dizzy after the last one. The world spun a little more, and nausea swirled in the pit of my belly. The door is busted open and in walks a group of men and that's when I spot him. Kim Taeyung. He was standing in the doorway. I was so happy to see him and then realization struck. He could see me. My body exposed to him. I was in a daze. I couldn't hear what was being said. But he was standing there. He looked mad. So mad. I've never seen anyone look that enraged. All of a sudden, a fight broke out, bats and pipes went flying. Blood splashed all of the place, like the room was getting a new paint job. My eyes kept moving around the room at everything going on that I didn't notice Taeyung was now standing by my side and cutting off my restraints. The man who took me charged at him. Fear ran up my spine, and I tried to untie my rope, but the rope kept moving and my hands wouldn't do what I wanted them to do. What was going on with me? It was like I couldn't control my own body; everything was off. I lost consciousness for a moment. *** ~Taeyung~ Phoebe was on a bed; she had rope tied around her wrists and ankles and tied to the bed posts. Her hoodie had been cut to shreds. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and bloodied and bruised. Yet she didn’t look broken. She looked like an animal ready to snap and devour a man whole. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” a man yelled. “Was this your brilliant idea?” I asked him. My eyes narrow, my face burning with rage. A murderous intent was pooling off me. I wanted to fucking put a bullet between his eyes right now. “So, what if it was, what are you going to do?” He snapped back at me. I looked at his men there was about five of them in the room, I’m assuming they were the known associates listed in Mr. Jin’s text to me. I looked to the men with me and nodded. They spread out from behind me and moved through the room holding their weapons. Taunting them. “Your buddies won’t be leaving this room alive, and you, I’ll be seeing you later.” The minute I took a step forward my men jumped. Blood splattering everywhere. “I’m going to leave my woman now.” “The fuck, you think you can just walk in here and take what you want?” Jeong Youngjoon charged at me with a knife. But I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. His bone snapped and shattered. “That was stupid.” “Fuck you, I’m not scared of you.” He spit at me. I laughed loudly. “You will be...”
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The system tried to give him a class. It failed. In a world reshaped by the emergence of dungeons, awakeners, and structured power systems, strength is no longer a mystery—it’s measured, categorized, and controlled. Every ability has a cost. Every class has a path. Every ascension has a ceiling. That’s how the world stays stable. That’s how it survives. But Kaelen Hardeman was never meant to fit inside something like that. After living through multiple lifetimes—each one ending in death, loss, or failure—Kaelen awakens again, carrying something no system was designed to process: a mind that refuses to break, a soul that cannot be reshaped, and a presence that doesn’t follow rules. The moment his power manifests, the system tries to classify him. It can’t. No class accepts him. No framework contains him. No limitation holds. So instead of being given a path— He creates one. While other awakeners spend years climbing ranks, Kaelen begins rewriting the very concept of growth. Skills are no longer learned—they’re constructed. Power is no longer borrowed—it’s defined. Systems that guide others begin to hesitate around him, adjusting, recalculating… adapting. Because Kaelen isn’t scaling within the world. He’s expanding beyond it. His perception evolves into something that sees through illusion, structure, and intent itself. His presence becomes something the world struggles to acknowledge. Not hidden. Not suppressed. Simply… not considered. And as his understanding deepens, so does something far more dangerous: Control. But the world isn’t blind. Behind the scenes, powerful organizations monitor everything—tracking anomalies, filtering threats, and deciding which awakeners are worth cultivating… and which ones need to disappear. At the top of that hierarchy stands the Sovereign Institute of Ascendant Studies (S.I.A.S.), an entity that doesn’t train the strong— It selects what survives. When Kaelen’s existence begins to distort the system’s predictions, he’s marked. Not as a candidate. Not as an ally. As a variable. An error that needs to be observed… or erased. So they design a trial. A controlled environment. A “disaster response evaluation.” A place where high-level awakeners are pushed to their limits, broken down, and judged on whether they deserve to rise higher. A test built on one assumption: That everything inside it can be measured. That everyone inside it can be controlled. That no one inside it can break the rules. Kaelen walks into it anyway. Not as Kaelen Hardeman. Not as another awakener trying to prove himself. But as something the system cannot categorize. Because this isn’t a story about chasing power. It’s about understanding it. Breaking it. Rebuilding it. Where others rely on mana, Kaelen becomes the source. Where others follow systems, he rewrites them. Where others fight to survive… He decides what survival means. And the deeper he goes, the more the world begins to react. Systems glitch. Authorities fail. Observers—things far beyond human—start paying attention. Not because he’s strong. But because he’s becoming something that shouldn’t exist. A presence that can’t be tracked. A mind that can’t be predicted. A power that doesn’t scale— It evolves. The people in control will call him dangerous. The world will call him a monster. The system will call him an anomaly. But Kaelen? He doesn’t care what they call him. Because for the first time across all his lives… He’s not asking for a place in the world. He’s deciding what the world becomes.
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