The Over-Break System

While the night passed peacefully for the members of MyrkLys, in other parts of Valor City, the same could not be said.

*CRASH BOOOM BAMMM!*

In a high-class penthouse hotel suite, the loud sounds of furniture and glass breaking rang out like a chorus of chaos.

"That *BAM* fucking *CRASH* BASTARD CHILD *BOOOM*," Lithlen angrily swore as he flung expensive pieces of furniture around the room, shattering them into millions of pieces due to his insane physical strength.

"How dare he fucking make those accusations against me, altering the public perception I have spent well over a hundred years building up meticulously."

*CRASHHHHH!*

Throwing the final object, an expensive end table, against the reinforced tempered windows, Lithlen put too much strength into his fury-filled tantrum and, as a result, blew out the 12-meter-tall window, allowing a strong gust of wind to surge into the 100th-story room.

In the corner of the room, cringing at what he was forced to witness, Leelan could only compress his body into the shadows as best as possible to not earn his Grandfather's ire.

To say he was frightened was an understatement; the young man had heard whispers from his mother in the past about Lithlen's rage, and before joining Finwan, he was made to make a solemn promise to her that he would never knowingly enrage the man.

However, due to no fault of his own, Leelen was teetering the line of destruction as he stood less than 20-meters away from the furious Peak Tier-5 man, who at present was a husk of the prim and proper person he had come to know in his lifetime.

If Leelan had not spent so much time training in the Academy's Gravity Rooms, the sheer pressure Lithlen was unconsciously exerting would have flattened him to the ground. However, no amount of training could have prepared him for what he would witness because of Cynrik's declaration on national TV.

Unhinged, disheveled, and blind with anger, Lithlen took it out on anything he could get his hands on, leaving Leelan's only option to stay silent and still so he didn't accidentally draw attention to himself.

Sure, he was powerful for a Tier-3, partly because of his identity as a Reincarnator and Legacy Charge, but mainly because of the abundant and expensive resources he had devoured like a fat kid would sweets.

But all of the power he had paled in comparison to Lithlen, and the last hour had proven this fact. Sure, he had met a being at the pinnacle of strength in the form of the God of Sky and Thunder, Zeus, but at the time, the elderly yet muscular man was nothing but kind to him.

Aside from Zeus's booming voice and natural aura as a Deity, the God had never turned ill eyes on Leelan, but now, in the presence of a man so unhinged by anger he would turn on his blood, Leelan felt fear for the first time in a very long time.

"Boy, quit cowering in the corner like a mother fucking peasant and get your spoiled ass over here this instant." Spinning around and glaring at Leelan with glowing Green eyes, Lithlen snarled with raised lips exposing sharpened canines.

"Yes, Grandfather," without hesitation, Leelan left his corner and appeared, kneeling before Lithlen like a knight before his king.

"Tell me, how high is your KIN stat." Unmoving, Lithlen asked, causing Leelen to look up at him in confusion.

"It's 432 Gra…nd…fat…her," Unfortunately, as the number left his lips, a heavy pressure descended on Leelan, causing him to struggle when saying the word "Grandfather."

"432, four hundred and thirty-two, a measly 5.0g of Killing Intent. Do you have any idea what that brat and his group of misfits exerted on myself and Viktor?" Lithlen spat through clenched teeth while increasing the pressure on Leelan to 7gs.

"The five of them hit us with around 45gs, FOURTY-FIVE FUCKING G'S OF KILLING INTENT. DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW UNFATHOMABLE THAT NUMBER IS FOR A GROUP OF POOR CHILDREN FROM THE FUCKING SLUMS?"

Raising his voice and causing the building to shake, Lithlen howled in fury before kicking Leelan across the room viciously, causing the young man to vomit a mouthful of blood before rolling up into a ball on the ground near the door.

"You better fucking hope you are strong enough to fight them when the time comes because so help me; if you aren't, I will deal with you myself." With that, Lithlen walked toward the shattered full-sized window, stepped up to the edge, and took off into the air, seemingly to vent his frustrations on something larger than household furniture.

For well over an hour, Leelan lay curled up in the fetal position by the door, shaking as his body periodically convulsed due to internal injuries sustained by receiving a blow from a being two Tiers higher than himself.

"Se…ven broken ribs, two vertebrae shattered, ruptures to most of my abdominal organs, and hundreds of other injuries, all from a single kick. Fuck, that man is a monster." Uncurling his body and crawling up to his knees, Leelan glared at the spot Lithlen had left from while wiping the trail of blood caked into his tear ducts and lips.

"If it weren't for my [Photon Healing] passive, I would have probably died back there," Leelan stated as he pounded the ground with balled-up fists before jumping to his feet with static flickering around his body and in his eyes.

"Cynrik….Brance, I will make both of you wish you were never born."

Buzzz buzzz BUZZZ

While looking out of the shattered window with resolve on his face and in his mind, Leelan glanced down at his vibrating Watcet, where the image of a young man covered in flames could be seen as "Calling."

Heaving a sigh and making his way toward the bathroom, Leelan answered the call from his long-time friend and fellow Legacy Charge, Jason Opurn.

"Let me guess; you got the shit kicked out of you too?" Jason asked as a three-dimensional hologram was projected from Leelan's device.

"Jesus, what the fuck did your old man do to you?" Leelan said with a scowl as he noticed the swelling and bruising covering his companion's face, neck, and shoulders.

"Probably a lot more than your Grandfather did to you; you weren't the one who got embarrassed on live TV and became the subject of numerous annoying memes. Do you know how many websites and blogs have been made with the sole purpose of trolling me and the faces I made after getting ignored?" Feeling wronged by the whole situation as he spoke about it, Jason's body erupted in bluish flames, covering him from head to toe.

"My father nearly killed me, healed me with his purple flames, and then kicked my ass again. Although it wasn't the first time, he went all out with this beating. Luckily, I could hide my Healing Fire from him and barely came out alive." Heaving a sigh, Jason walked over to the couch in his condo and collapsed onto it.

"Yeah, I got off easy compared to you; Lithlen smashed up his room, exerted around seven or 8gs of KIN on me, then kicked me across the room before leaving. It took me nearly an hour to heal all the damage I sustained from a single attack." Using a damp cloth to clean the crusty blood off his face, Leelan shook his head as if he anticipated this whole fiasco.

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