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The Providence of Solomon: I Become The Lord of 72 Demons

"Contract with the Devil"—how many times have you heard these words? If you could sell your soul to have any wish fulfilled, would you do it? Many people ponder this question. Some would hesitate or refuse, but a small group would accept without a second thought. You might think people like this are selfish, but in truth, they are driven by something or someone more valuable than life itself—and Rafael is one of these people. Rafael is a final-year student at Royal Valtara Academy. For him, nothing is more important than his sister's happiness. By a twist of luck, he discovers that he is one of Solomon's possible heirs, the lord of Purgatory. Join him on his journey as he uncovers the dark side within the academy and carves his own path through hell.

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Aiyden

"Stay calm, everyone!" shouted a man in the middle of the bus.

"Give them what they want! Don't resist!" another passenger urged, clutching her purse tightly.

"Please, I have children!" a mother pleaded, holding her toddler close.

"Take everything, just don't hurt us!" an elderly man offered, holding up his wallet with trembling hands.

"Why is this happening?" a teenager muttered, looking around in panic.

"Call the police! Somebody call the police!" someone yelled from the back, but he knew the gang would be finished with what they wanted to do before the police arrived.

"Shut up and hand over your valuables!" one of the gang members barked, pointing his machete forward.

Rafael's eyes sharpened. His first response was to analyze the man's posture and think of the best course of attack.

But before he could make a move, another person beat him to it. Aiyden stood up and then dashed forward.

The gang member was caught off guard as something like this had never happened before. In a panic, the gang member brandished his machete, slashing toward Aiyden's neck.

But Aiyden ducked. The next moment, the gang member's face turned blue, his stomach twisting inside.

The gang member's cheeks puffed out as he wanted to throw up, but Aiyden threw another punch straight to the chin, sending the gang member out of the bus.

Seeing this, the other gang members looked dazed. There were twelve of them in total, each holding some sharp weapon to terrorize their victims. They had done this multiple times and never got caught. This was the first time something like this happened.

Aiyden looked down at the other gang members. Fearlessly, he jumped out of the bus.

Seeing this, Rafael followed, but he didn't get out of the bus. He moved closer toward the broken glass while sending a message to his sister, telling her to have dinner first.

The driver, meanwhile, started pacifying the passengers, "Keep your calm; everything will be alright; the police are on their way."

Outside, Aiyden stretched his neck, then clenched his fists, making a cracking noise. He then raised both fists in front of his face.

Seeing his posture made Alex realize, 'It seems he is a professional boxer. No wonder the other students kept some distance from him; they couldn't bully him as he was strong and protected by the school, while those others probably looked down on him. Still, I never knew Valatar also dabbled in boxing."

His shoulders started wobbling left and right while Aiyden made the first move.

At high speed, he appeared in front of the other gangster, then threw a one-two punch, followed by another punch in the gut.

'Is that the famous liver blow I heard about? Do it right, and it will knock the person out in one hit.'

BAM! The gang member dropped to his knees, falling and kissing the asphalt.

The other gangsters quickly turned to panic. They raised their weapons and dashed forward.

Aiyden started kicking his feet on the ground, creating a rhythm with his body movement. Soon, he kicked, meeting one of them and throwing the same combo.

His movements were agile, fast, and precise, far different from what Rafael expected from his body size.

Swosh!

A machete flew in the air, but Aiyden ducked and threw another liver blow. Another one came from the other side. As the distance was too close for him to throw a straight punch, Aiyden responded by grasping the enemy's hand.

A cracking sound followed by a scream of pain could be heard in the area. Aiyden grinned, then threw another punch to the face.

Unfortunately, at this time, one of the gang members decided to go crazy. He rode his motorcycle and accelerated it to crash into Aiyden.

Seeing this, Rafael's mind turned quickly. He took one of the glass shards. "I hope this works."

Rafael threw it through the air like a shuriken. The sharp glass spun in the air, then by luck or skill, the glass hit its target.

STAB! CREEAAK! BAM!

It hit the gangster right in the neck, followed by the motorcycle falling and hitting the asphalt.

Aiyden turned his gaze, then looked at Rafael. He quickly realized what would have happened if Rafael had not intervened.

Both of them gave a quick nod before Aiyden returned to fighting against the other gang members.

Rafael was prepared to join the fight again, but the gang realized they had now kicked an iron plate. Their target was not like their usual ones.

Time had already passed, and almost half of them were knocked out on the ground. Looking at the situation, they quickly bailed out of the area.

Seeing this, Rafael quickly got out of the bus. He didn't plan to wait for the police to come. If that happened, he would probably be questioned until night.

"Aiyden, I am sorry I couldn't talk much as I am in a hurry, but can you cover for me?"

Aiyden looked at Rafael with a confused look, but then he quickly realized what Rafael meant. Without saying anything, Aiyden walked toward the glass shard that was stabbed into the gang member's neck.

He touched the blood, then used his own hand to cover the glass shard.

"Thanks, I owe you one. Let's talk tomorrow at school," Rafael said as he quickly ran out of the area.

Aiyden didn't talk much but directly answered with action. This made Rafael respect him. Not only was he strong, but he also had a kind heart.

'I wonder if he is mute, or he just doesn't like to talk much.'

With this thought in mind, Rafael sprinted all the way home.

Reina was already waiting for him with puffed cheeks and her hands on her waist. She didn't hear Rafael when he told her to have dinner first.

"I am home, sis."

"Welcome home! Where have you gone to, mister..." Reina wanted to say more, but her face quickly changed to one of shock.