I Became The Tyrant Of A Defense Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had not taken any of her other teachings to heart, but that singular one she had practically beaten into me. I straightened my posture, my hands trembling with adrenaline as I prepared to defend myself as much as I could. "I'll never belong to you," I retorted, my voice laced with defiance. "You don't own me, Zack. Whatever games you are playing here, it's over. Done. I'm done playing."

“What? No. Absolutely not.” “Yes,” I say. “Look.” I tilt my head toward Beth and Jace. They’re standing too close close enough that the air between them feels charged. Not friendly. Not innocent. It’s that dangerous, electric shift that only happens when something old suddenly turns into something new. When the rules quietly change. Tyler sees it. I know he does. I also know throwing a game is probably agony for him. Still he does it. So do I. The end comes fast. The board tips, pieces scatter, chaos erupts. Defeat, dramatic and deliberate.

The sight turns the tyrant on as his cock shamelessly hardens. "Bring him to the warehouse" Morris orders. He then picks Clare up, puts her on his shoulder, and walks toward the cars. Clare tried to struggle but her strength was like an ant compared to Morris' giant body. Even in this situation he is not the type to give up, she lands a continuous punch against Morris' back but the tyrant doesn't seem to feel the pain as he keeps walking. Clare keeps hitting and squirming like an octopus, the action ceases immediately when a slap lands on her butt.

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

The man frowned and looked toward Adrian. Despite his scrutiny, Adrian appeared unremarkable to him, and he couldn't comprehend how Adrian had demonstrated such formidable combat prowess. "Are you defending him?" the man asked. Adrian chuckled and replied, "Absolutely. Attacking someone who can't fight back proves nothing. It only makes you look small." "In all my years ruling the universe, I, the Gilded Tyrant, have never been called small. You're quite interesting, kid! Since you're so confident, let's change the terms.” Gilded Tyrant sneered.

I had witnessed it firsthand, even before understanding the extent of his ambition. I remembered the countless games he had played turning friends against each other, subtly undermining anyone he perceived as a threat to his claim over Ethan’s attention. Now, years later, he had escalated his game. The thought of confronting him directly crossed my mind, but I knew better. Tyler thrived on chaos. Confrontation on my terms might backfire. The next step had to be precise, timed, and undeniable.

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

Davin mumbled even though he knew that the duo’s wolf-hearing would pick up his jab just fine. “You have a problem, Gamma Ames?” “I only have two problems in my life. Both are always in front of me but I can’t do anything about them.” Davin sighed dramatically. “Why? Are you going to annihilate them for me? I didn’t know you came with a self-destruct button.” Reagan growled while Matt just breathed out to calm himself. Why was this Gamma so annoying? And why did he have to be so close to them that they could not beat him up like Reagan did with Sir Frederick?

“Every move I make, it copies. No—it obeys.” Ian barked a laugh, stepping forward with a cocky swagger. He swung his arm outward like he was drawing a blade from nothing. The nearest lamppost bent toward him, twisting into a spear that dropped neatly into his grip. “Now this,” he said, twirling the weapon, “this is my kind of game.”

“Every day we hide, every night we flinch at shadows, that’s the gamble. And it isn’t enough for them. I won’t let fear decide our fate anymore.” My words were met with silence. Basten stopped pacing. Even Adolph stills. Tyrion’s scrolls sat in the corner, gathering dust. I thought of his daughter, the words he never got to finish. Don’t end up like me. He still hasn’t uttered a word yet. “Prepare the defenses,” I said “Rig the eastern ridge with spikes. Flood the southern gully. Anyone who can’t fight, take them to the caves. We hold here. We hold together.”