Alex walked across the university campus. Three months had passed since he destroyed Project Olympus. He wore an expensive black suit. Students moved out of his way without thinking.
*CURRENT STATUS:*
*VILLAIN POINTS: 25,000*
*WEALTH: $500 MILLION*
*TERRITORY: ENTIRE CITY*
"Well, well. Look who's back."
Brad Morrison stepped out from behind a tree. The same bully who made Alex's life hell. Still wearing daddy's money like armor.
"Brad," Alex said. His voice was calm. Cold.
"Still a loser, I see. Nice clothes though. Did you steal them?"
Students gathered around them. Phones came out. Everyone wanted to see drama.
*FACE-SLAPPING OPPORTUNITY*
*TARGET: BRAD MORRISON*
*HUMILIATION LEVEL: MAXIMUM*
Alex smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.
"Actually, Brad, I should thank you."
"Thank me?"
"You taught me about power." Alex pulled out his phone. "Maya, you there?"
Maya's voice came through clearly. "Already in his bank account. Should I show everyone his daddy's debt problems?"
Brad went white. "What the—"
"Did you know Brad's family is broke?" Alex asked the crowd. "Lost everything in crypto. He's been living off student loans."
"That's not—"
"Elena, show them the surveillance."
A large screen on the nearby building lit up. Security footage played. Brad stealing from the campus store. Brad cheating on exams. Brad selling fake IDs to freshmen.
The crowd gasped. Phones recorded everything.
"Stop this!" Brad lunged at Alex.
Alex caught his fist easily. His enhanced strength made Brad look like a child.
"Sarah," Alex said into his phone. "Brad Morrison. Multiple theft charges. Academic fraud. Want to arrest him?"
Agent Chen's voice was professional. "FBI is en route. Thank you for the tip."
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Brad fell to his knees. "Please, Alex. I'm sorry. I'll do anything."
"Too late." Alex turned away. "Actions have consequences."
*FACE-SLAPPING COMPLETE*
*+500 VILLAIN POINTS*
*REPUTATION: FEARED*
The FBI van pulled up. Agent Chen stepped out with handcuffs.
"Bradley Morrison, you're under arrest."
As Brad was dragged away, Alex walked toward his next class. Professor Williams' Advanced Economics. The same class where he'd been humiliated months ago.
Time for another reunion.