Olyfer family
Then Maxime lost all consciousness.
Riva also arrived at this moment with some members of the Juggernaut. She had seen the scene in the distance, and as she looked at Maxime, a hint of admiration could be seen in the gleam of her eyes.
"Such courage at such a young age, even among the Juggernauts few were capable of it at his age, and even now this kind of courage is still very rare in the group," she thought.
While a few members of the Juggernauts performed some first aid on Maxime, Riva quickly asked those nearby what had happened.
Having obtained some information, she was soon able to reconstruct the scene as a feeling of annoyance took hold of her.
"Why is it that in this world there are always people who think they're above everyone else?" but she kept her thoughts to herself.
Nearby soldiers were also inquiring about the situation. The man in charge of this team of soldiers frowned as he observed the tied-up civilians, but an intense sense of panic overcame him when he saw the motionless body in front of the shelter's iron door.
"Why the hell is the second son of the Olifer family here, even more so in this state?" he asked himself with a slight sense of panic.
The Olifer family was well known for being very influential in Nansoy's business and even in the city's politics, they represented a not inconsiderable weight.
Riva also noticed the body, but quickly moved on. She didn't have a good impression of most of the noble families, so she kept contact to a minimum.
She could only recall a few powerful people among them, and she had to admit that the military might of these families is definitely not something to be underestimated.
The man in charge of the team of soldiers looked at the woman crying next to Maxime as well as the civilians nearby, then after a moment's hesitation, curtly ordered:
"Take all these civilians to the police station for questioning, also take the man on the ground directly to prison, he'll be treated directly there."
The highest-ranking soldier's thoughts were clear: he wanted to put Maxime directly in prison for wilful murder and let him die of his wounds with the minimum of care.
Even if he didn't die, at least he'd make sure Maxime didn't fail the university entrance exams.
Seeing the soldiers begin to carry away Maxime's unconscious body, Riva suspected something and said directly:
"Leave him here, I'll make sure he gets to the nearest aid station."
The military official looked at the beautiful woman who had just spoken and wanted directly to ignore her, but seeing her uniform and the well-equipped men at her side, he thought quickly and replied firmly:
"I can't leave him in your hands, a man died because of him. I absolutely must investigate the circumstances of the incident, make a report and then let the court judge his fate."
Riva's eyes widened in surprise, then anger overcame her:
"Excuse me!? The circumstances are quite clear! The dead man targeted civilians, then this courageous young student ordered his men to position themselves in front of the civilians with the sole intention of protecting them! It was only when fire was opened that he fired back!"
"That's just the opinion of a few witnesses, procedure means we still have to take him with us," the officer in military uniform calmly replied.
"Then you'll have to go over my body if you want to take it away!" retorted Riva as she positioned herself in front of the official.
Behind her, the two soldiers applying care were at a loss as to how to react.
"Oh, what an unconscious and energetic young woman, let's see you stop me!" smiled the man in charge with a hint of lechery as he advanced towards Riva.
"Wait chief, it's Madame Riva from the Juggernaut group!" intervened one of the nearby soldiers seeing the situation escalate.
"Riva?" the uniformed officer unconsciously asked aloud.
Soon he remembered some military exploits that had recently caused a stir, and wanted to say something, but unfortunately a heavy punch had landed on his chest in the blink of an eye.
Such was the inertia of the punch that he flew a few meters before landing with difficulty.
"How dare you!?" questioned the man in charge angrily as he painfully placed his left hand on his abdomen.
"I dare!" replied Riva angrily.
Remembering his identity, the man in charge hesitated for a few moments, then gritted his teeth and ordered his men:
"It's all right, let the Juggernaut mercenaries deal with this man first."
His men nodded, but took with them the shackled civilians and the body of the Olifers' second son, completely inert.
"Vice-commandante Riva, are you sure this kid is worth offending the police?" asked a tall man with an imposing build carrying an axe on his back.
"Without a doubt. Now we're taking him to the nearest aid station."
"Excuse me, may I accompany you? I'm this boy's mother," Andréa asked, her eyes full of determination.
"Of course," agreed Riva.
...
Omega Sector Central Hospital.
The eyelashes of a young man with blond hair moved slightly. Then his pale blue eyes opened directly.
Confusion invaded him as he observed the various cables connected to his body and the machines surrounding him.
Then came the smell specific to hospital wards, which made him aware of the environment he was in.
"Max, you've finally woken up!" shouted a small, half-asleep-looking young man loudly.
"Jona... What day is it? Where's Mom?"
"Don't worry, you only slept for 3 days, you didn't miss much! And Mom's at home resting!"
"I see, I see, so now it's Thursday, is it?" replied Maxime as he began to unplug everything.
"Yes, but big brother..."
"Don't worry, no bullet was left in my body.
"But you lost a few organs anyway!"
"Yes, but with my physique, they've long since regenerated," Maxime reassured him with a slight smile.
Physique represented not only strength, speed and endurance in battle, but also speed of recovery.
In this world, regenerating an arm naturally was possible as long as the physique was sufficient.
Comparatively speaking, regenerating a few organs in 3 days seemed relatively ordinary.
After exchanging a few sentences with his brother, Maxime had already pulled the plug.
"Jona, what happened to the guy who put me in this state?" asked Maxime casually.
"He's dead, big brother, but..." Jona hesitated to finish her sentence.
"What's the matter, little brother?" added Maxime, frowning with a bad feeling.
"Well, we've been having a few problems with Mom ever since..." Jona looked both sad and angry as he looked at Maxime with slightly red eyes.
"Problems, in other words?" replied Maxime as a dangerous aura began to emanate from him.
Since his trip to Eternity and his recent experience on the battlefield, Maxime's hands were already stained with blood and his mentality had changed significantly.
Although it was still far from the aura of a seasoned mercenary, it was enough to intimidate people who had never experienced a real battlefield.
But for Jona, this aura reassured him and gave him the confidence to explain everything to Maxime.
After hearing everything, Maxime clenched his fists fiercely, then took a deep breath and calmed down, then summed up what had happened in his head with a clear head.
"So that explains why Mother is at home today..." Maxime thought after a moment's reflection.
At the same time, in a luxurious office, a man in a suit was sitting on a chair covered in leopard skin.
Sitting there, he was like a mountain with a wild and dangerous aura.
Opposite him, a confident young man told him the latest news.
"Father, we're well into our revenge."
Seeing his father still guarding him calmly without saying a word, the young man continued:
"The murderer's little brother is now harassed every day by his classmates, and he's also beaten up every day by teenagers older than him on the way home from school."
"What about his mother?" asked the man with the power-filled aura.
"The company she works for belongs to a friend of mine, I asked him to give her a workload far beyond her capabilities. Yesterday she argued with her superior, then left work cursing and saying she was working remotely today. Of course, this morning she must have received her letter of dismissal for abandoning her post."
The young man looked relatively proud as he finished his report to his father. He had called on his network and asked for many favors.
The imposing man rose to his feet and, with a heavy step, came face to face with his son.
The previously confident young man's confidence was plummeting as fear began to invade his body.
And not for nothing, after all, his father was a legend in Nansoy. Not only did he belong to the famous Olifer family, he was also its patriarch.
And it was well known that to attain the position of patriarch of this family, one had to have at least a 3.5-point physique!
Suffice to say, he was a monster in human form.
Even the best student in the country, who took the competitive exams every year, rarely had a physique exceeding 3 points!
Knowing that the further you advance, the harder it is to improve!
To reach 3.5 points, it can cost tens of thousands of gold coins to invest in classes!
Who can accumulate that much gold in less than a year after connecting to Eternity?
For ordinary people, it's a wealth they'll never see in their entire lives!
Even among the powerful people of this country, it was considerable wealth!
After all, it was the equivalent of an earl's capital income in a year in Eternity!
And this imposing man visibly wore a disappointed expression as he looked at his eldest son.
"Loris, I expected more from you. Your brother's just died and you're avenging him with childish tricks," he said scornfully.
Loris bit his lip, having invested so much effort he was still despised by his father.
"Blood is only repaid with blood," announced the imposing man, looking into his son's eyes.
Loris looked surprised.
"But father, it's impossible to kill your mother or your brother. Even with the power of our family, it would be difficult to cover this up," Loris retorted with concern.
The father sighed to see his son so thoughtless.
But he reassured himself that the second one to die was stupider than an animal.
After all, you really have to be devoid of intelligence to shoot civilians just to prevent them from getting into a shelter. Such an affair was also complicated to camouflage for their family.
"In the end, it's not so bad that the idiot's dead," thought the Olifer family patriarch.
"Who told you to keep touching his brother and mother?" he questioned slyly.
"Maxime? But he's powerful enough already, it's become complicated to go after him by ordinary means..." replied Loris worriedly.
"What a stupid son. You're still more powerful than him, aren't you? And there's something coming up soon..."
Loris thought for two seconds, then a sudden illumination attacked him.
Back at the hospital, Maxime rose from his bed and left the room with Jona, whom he followed in a hurry.
Coincidentally, Maxime and Loris thought simultaneously in two totally different places:
"Olifer family, eh? See you at the university contest", Maxime thought, while anger could be seen in his eyes.
"Maxime, just wait for the contest and enjoy the last moments with your family," Loris thought, looking at his father with an arrogant, menacing smile.