Chapter 11: Devil Meets His Match

The man who had just pulled Evan's hair turned toward the screen, his expression darkening as the words <DEFEATED> blinked in bold red.

He had lost—

badly

—and now he was venting his frustration as if Evan had stolen his life's greatest victory.

"You little brat! Do you know what you've done?!"

"I'm sorry, sir," Evan said hastily, stepping back while shielding his hair. "My foot got caught on something, and I accidentally fell on you. I truly didn’t mean to."

"Feeble apology!" the man barked, his voice rising. "You think that can undo my defeat?! That match was worth

five hundred dragon points!

You owe me that—

or you’ll owe me your life!

"

Evan’s face turned pale.

His heart sank as he realized—this man had bet a significant amount... and lost it because of him.

{A/N: Curious about currency? Here's the breakdown:}

100 Dragon Points (Dragon Kingdom)

100 Phoenix Points (Phoenix Kingdom)

100 Turtle Points (Jade Turtle Kingdom)

100 Peak Points (Thunder Peak Kingdom)

100 Heart Points (Ice Heart Kingdom)

=

1 Dracin

100 Dracins =

1 Blue Coin

"Sir, I really don’t have any money," Evan pleaded. "I just arrived in the city yesterday… please forgive me."

The surrounding students snickered, amused at Evan's panic. But the man, unmoved, leaned in closer.

"Then call your parents. Tell them to send the money, or you’re not leaving here in one piece."

"I… I don’t have parents. I live with a caretaker until I come of age," Evan said softly, his words quiet but clearly audible in the now-silent room.

For a moment, even the background noise of the game center died down.

Then came the sneer.

"Oh? So, you're an orphan, huh?" the man mocked, his expression twisting into something cruel. "Well, guess what? I still want my money. No parents means no one to save you."

Behind him, his goons began cracking their knuckles.

Evan’s fingers trembled as he pulled out the phone Rossy had given him. His only hope. He opened his contact list—

Snatch!

"Whoa-ho! Look at this!" one of the boys laughed, holding the phone up. "Isn’t this the latest model?! Saw the ad just last week!"

"And it’s even in my favorite color," the man added, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Hey kid," the goon said, waving the phone. "Trying to lie your way out with this kind of gear? Doesn't look like a broke orphan to me."

"No! I swear, my caretaker gave it to me!" Evan cried out. "Please give it back! I can't ask them for money… and I really can't lose this phone."

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Aww, the little baby’s crying," the leader mocked, stepping back. "Well then, say bye-bye to your phone."

"Bro… are you sure about this?" one of his companions whispered. "If his caretaker comes looking—"

"It’s fine," Levi said casually. "We’re switching venues tomorrow anyway. And it’s not like they’ll make a big case over a

small

phone."

Just as he turned to leave, a shadow stepped in front of him.

A young man stood there, another figure trailing behind him.

Levi frowned.

"Who are you? Get outta my way. You don’t know who I am?"

The young man simply smirked. "Nope. Care to educate me?"

The crowd murmured. Tension filled the air.

Levi grinned proudly. "Name’s Levi. But everyone here calls me

‘Levi the Devil.’

"

The young man chuckled.

"Well then, Mr.

Devil,

I suggest you give that phone back to its rightful owner."

Levi’s expression darkened. "Oh, a hero, huh? Listen, orphan kid—your superhero just arrived. But when I’m done with

him

, you’re next."

"Stealing in public, threatening someone, and now robbing an underage student?" the young man said casually. "I could report you to the city guards right now."

Levi scoffed. "You don’t get it. That brat made me lose a

five hundred-point wager!

The phone is fair compensation!"

The young man narrowed his eyes.

"You really think

he

cost you the match? You only scored twelve points. The winner had

fifty

. Even if you played perfectly, you’d still have lost by a mile."

He stepped forward, voice now sharp and cold.

"And that phone? It’s worth

ten to twelve thousand dragon points

on the market. You want compensation? Pay

him

for damages."

Laughter rippled through the crowd. The goons began backing away.

Levi looked around, panicking as his support vanished.

"A-And what about betting in this center? That’s not allowed either, remember?" the young man added.

"Right," the person behind him said, stepping up. "Penalty’s

one thousand points.

So altogether, you owe around

12,500 dragon points.

"

Levi staggered.

"I... I won’t give it back! You think I care about some dumb rule?! Let’s see who dares stop me!" he roared and turned to run.

But then—

Thud!

He tripped—hard—and crashed to the ground.

"Who the hell came befo—" he snarled, ready to curse—

But his voice cut off. Completely.

Because standing before him... was

another

young man.

Not the same one who spoke earlier.

This one had his hands in his pockets, looking down with cold, unreadable eyes.

Levi’s throat tightened. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Why?

Because his body

knew

.

That this man was someone he should never cross.

Ever.

To be continued…