Chapter 6

Looking around, I saw the destruction that I had caused.

The ground was filled with craters and holes from the use of a 'permanently' copied ability.

It was from the god-tier that I had fought not too long ago.

His ability was called Earth Manipulation, and thanks to my maxed-out trick, I could create magma.

Every single one of the people here was badly injured.

Some were severely burned.

Others had had their legs or arms crushed by boulders.

I think I even broke the spine of a girl after summoning a wall made of stone under her downed body.

But they deserved it, honestly. They attacked without activating their abilities due to thinking my powers were useless if theirs weren't activated. I hadn't demonstrated that I could reserve abilities after all.

I could already imagine the outcome of the fight if that was the case, me in the hospital with half of the bones in my body broken.

*sirens*

What the hell, I thought nobody else was here.

Was it one of these guys I just destroyed that called the authorities?

"John Doe, put your hands in the air where I can see them. You're being appended by the Authorities for brutalising you're fellow students."

The authorities, huh? I can't mess with them at the current moment due to my being too weak.

Although I'm more than a 7.5, which is pretty strong, even for a god-tier.

But I'd need to be a ten to be anywhere near the strength needed to challenge the Authorities successfully.

I could see an ambulance arriving at rather high speeds to tend to the injured dogs I had just beaten up.

Look at them, crying after being roughed up.

I've been through much worse than them and I wasn't crying, and that by the way, was when I was three years younger than right now.

Regardless, the members of the Authorities were dragging me towards their vehicles.

Once there, they put me inside their car.

"Where are taking me?" I asked them.

"To the bureau, kid," the driver replied.

"You're too dangerous and unstable right now to be let out in the open, so we got to keep an eye on you," he explained with the officer next to him nodding.

After the authorities took me to their station, they put me in a small room with cuffs on my wrists.

I did just brutalize almost an eighth of my school after all.

It was funny how I could easily break out of these cuffs.

But as Isen said, they weren't there to restrain me, but as a symbol of what could follow if I stepped out of line.

They called my dad, asking him to come here saying that his son had been caught brutalising his classmates at Turf Wars grounds.

He came here rather quickly, probably in an hour or so and requested a talk with me.

After entering the cell I was in, he asked, "What's going on John? What happened? Why are the authorities telling me that you brutalized almost one hundred students today?" he demanded, confused about how to act after hearing what happened.

"Because I did do it, Dad, they were all planning to fight me because they didn't agree with my ideals as King and if I wasn't so strong I would be the one in the hospital and nobody would care one bit," I justified.

"While I admit that I acted a little immature, I still believe that they deserved every single hit I gave them. But you know how our Society works. It favours the strong elite tiers with a rich background and influence. And what about that late blooming high-tier with a father who's a cripple and who has no mother. Well, guess what? Nobody with a half-decent job or a half-decent household or even a half-decent ability cares. I may be a high tier with a lot of power on my hands but to the authorities, I'm still a low-tier due to my mentality," I confided to him.

An officer came in, asking that my dad finish his discussion quickly and leave the room so that the parents of the victims could talk with me.

We said our goodbyes and he left. And along with his departure, my boredom and annoyance spiked to unprecedented levels.

Most of the parents were just yelling at me for beating up their sons or daughters.

One though, was stupid enough to try me when he activated his ability and smacked me in the face a few times.

I immediately retaliated though, and gave him back every hit tenfold. Though I would stop afterwards to avoid the wrath of the security.

One such man came into my cell on the third day I was locked up.

He entered and started yelling, "How dare you-," I quickly interrupted him

"You do realize you're talking to a god-tier right," I told him.

He instantly quieted down, making me smile

After a small moment, he finally mustered the courage to talk to me.

"How dare you touch my daughter,"

"You're right," I responded. "I shouldn't have beat her up."

I could see the traces of a smug smile showing on his face.

That was when I told him, "I should have killed her, I would have done a service to the world by getting rid of that backstabbing bitch."

It was hilarious, seeing his livid face. Some government agents quickly came in and took him out of the place to avoid any problems.

The procedure of meeting everyone took around a week until I had seen and talked to every single man and woman whose descendants I had humiliated.