Chinonso

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag.

If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two.

My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right?

Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year.

After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them.

When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone.

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A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him.

“Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking.

“This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies.

Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows.

“You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing.

“And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks.

The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows.

Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.”

Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?”

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: THE COST OF POWER