Chapter 22: The Reaper’s Arrival
The sun barely crept over the cracked walls of Bloodfang High as the day began, but a dark presence already loomed. Graves' fury had been simmering since the Silver Fangs' decisive victory. Dikun's name echoed through the school, no longer as a mere challenger — but as a leader.
But Graves wasn't done.
And neither was the man he sent.
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South Wing Compound
The courtyard of the South Wing had transformed overnight. The Silver Fangs moved with purpose, training under the guidance of Blake and Kellan. The sounds of fists striking against punching bags echoed through the air. For many, it was the first time they trained with any real discipline.
"Again!" Kellan barked as two foot soldiers sparred in the center. "Keep your guard up!"
Dikun watched from a distance, arms crossed. The satisfaction of seeing his people grow stronger was undeniable. But his mind remained restless.
> System Notification:
Gang Members: 8/10
Reputation: Rising Force
Gang Morale: High
"Two more recruits," Rico said as he approached, a pleased grin on his face. "A couple of guys from the East Wing. Heard about what we did to the Iron Fangs. They're in."
"Good," Dikun nodded. "But we're not celebrating yet. Graves won't let this stand."
"Boss," Blake called out, stepping forward. "We need to talk."
Dikun met his lieutenant's hardened gaze. "What is it?"
"Word from the South Gate. Someone came through last night," Blake said, lowering his voice. "Not a student. A fighter. And Graves welcomed him personally."
Dikun's expression darkened. "Who?"
Blake's jaw tightened. "They call him The Reaper. Ex-street fighter. Broke jaws, shattered ribs — and left plenty of people crawling."
> System Notification:
Event Confirmed: The Reaper Has Arrived
Expect Confrontation Within 48 Hours
Gang Morale at Risk
The name alone was enough to send ripples of unease. The Reaper wasn't just a fighter — he was a force. A man who built his reputation on violence and destruction.
"Graves brought in a monster," Rico muttered, the fear evident in his voice.
"Then we tame it," Dikun said coldly. "But first, we prepare."
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Training for War
The day passed with relentless training. Blake drilled the foot soldiers, Kellan worked on the fighters' endurance, and Rico ran recon. Every punch, every strike, and every block pushed the Silver Fangs closer to readiness.
Dikun didn't hold back either. His body moved like a machine — sweat dripping, fists pounding against the heavy bag. Muay Thai and boxing flowed together in his strikes. He no longer fought like an amateur. Every movement was efficient, calculated.
> Skill Progression:
Muay Thai (F-Class) — 90%
Boxing (E-Class) — 25%
"You're getting sharper," Kellan said, observing him. "But against the Reaper? Skill might not be enough."
"I'm not relying on skill alone," Dikun replied, his breathing heavy. "We'll fight smart. The Reaper's strength is his downfall. He's used to fear. We give him none."
Blake nodded, respect flickering in his gaze. "And if he doesn't break?"
"Then we break him."
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The First Warning
That evening, as the sun dipped beneath the skyline, a commotion erupted near the South Wing gate. Dikun was the first to respond, his lieutenants flanking him.
A crowd had gathered, forming a tense circle around a single figure. Blood dripped from the boy's face — one of their new recruits. He had been beaten, every bruise a message.
"Graves sends his regards," the boy choked, spitting blood. "He said… the Reaper's coming."
> System Notification:
Gang Morale Decreased
Fear Spread Among Members
Next Move Required
Rico cursed under his breath. "Bastards. They're trying to break us before the fight even starts."
Dikun stepped forward, placing a steady hand on the injured recruit's shoulder. "You're not broken," he said firmly. "You're Silver Fang now. And we don't back down."
The boy's trembling stopped. A flicker of resolve ignited in his eyes.
"Get him patched up," Dikun ordered. "And spread the word. When the Reaper comes, we'll be ready."
> System Notification:
South Wing Resolve Strengthened
Reputation Grows
The Silver Fangs weren't just a gang. They were a symbol. And when Graves brought the Reaper to break them, they would prove that fear had no hold over them.
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Next Chapter:
The day of reckoning draws closer. The Reaper has made his presence known, and Graves is watching. Dikun prepares the Silver Fangs for the inevitable battle, but a dangerous plan forms in his mind — one that could turn the tides forever.
The storm is coming. And Dikun Silver will stand at its eye.
Author's Note:
Hello everyone, I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to update all my novels once a day anymore. With my final exams approaching, I need to focus on studying. On top of that, I have to complete my thesis and other case studies. However, I will continue updating one novel that I have already written. Thank you for your understanding and support!