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However, Viktor was not someone who could just accept all those insults. After taking a few deep breaths, he said coldly, "I've definitely underestimated you, but don't think that you won’t ever lose just because of that. I'm just a small part of the Chaos Continent. There are plenty of geniuses other than me. One of them will defeat you! I only lost to you once. There's still a lot of time. I'll win eventually!" After he said that, he took out four million spirit crystals and handed them to Dan before turning around and walking out of the Projne area. He did not even glance at the eastern area, probably because he felt like he betrayed their hopes, or maybe because he felt like it was incre

Before he could answer my question, Viktor stepped slightly in front of me again. “You don’t speak to her.”Viktor thundered. “You’re becoming emotional again, and that has always been your weakness.” Roger said calmly while observing Viktor. “And you have always underestimated what I’m capable of.” Viktor replied but Roger smiled faintly at that. “And you. I expected something better from you.” Roger said, looking at Leon this time. “I disappoint people professionally.” Leon replied looking unbothered. It amused me to think that with guns pointed everywhere, sarcasm was still surviving apparently.

The second time he said it, his voice shook slightly and that finally made Lukas look over. "I've watched you since the day we met," Viktor continued quietly. "Every practice, every match, every loss and every win." He smiled softly. "You always think your value begins the moment you're the best player on the ice." Lukas looked away again, something big crawled up his throat as he struggled to speak. "I don't." "You do." "I don't." "You lost one game today." "...Five points." "You lost one person." "...Five times." "And somehow you've never convinced yourself you lost who you are." The words landed harder than the game ever had. “You think you're a failure.”

The image of Adrian’s face yesterday flashed in my mind. That quiet expression. Those eyes. Pain stabbed through my chest. I quickly looked down. “This is for the best,” I said, more to myself than to Viktor. “Is it?” I froze. “I mean,” he continued casually, “people usually say that when they’re trying to convince themselves.” I opened my mouth to argue. But no words came out. Because the worst part was… He wasn’t wrong. Viktor watched me for a moment before changing the subject. “You know,” he said lightly, “my offer still stands.”

Knight explained. “I apologise but I would like to die for my Master.” Kane stated confidently. “I am happy to know that my son has such a loyal dog.” Victor smiled. His lips twitched. How dare they act like someone of authority in front of me the leader of Likvidators. He is merely a chess piece I choose to use for my game.

he said sincerely and I nodded. "Viktor is an honorable man then," I asked again because if he hesitated, I'd break into Viktor's room and drag my son away, no matter what the two were doing. Vlad nodded and said that Viktor was a Slovakian tsar from the fifteenth century and his last name is Pokrvný and it's associated with blood in his home country. "I'm certain your father Mikhail knew him and if I recall they grew up together in Russia," he added and I shrugged not caring about anything to do with my late father.

Not now, not when they had come this far. “We’re not afraid of you,” Alexander repeated, his voice unwavering. “We’ve already won.” Viktor laughed, but it wasn’t a sound of triumph. It was bitter, like someone who had realized they were losing their grip on everything. “You think so? Then come and prove it.”

“They are telling the truth. Viktor popped them before they uttered a word.” I run the tip of my tongue across my top teeth as I spin around and face Viktor the shithead. “What is the meaning of this?” “I'm not following you, boss.” He replies. "Karım tehlikede değilse neden onlara vurdun? [If my wife wasn't in danger, why did you hit them?]” I inquired in his mother tongue. "Şansa bırakmak istemedim. Onlar yerde benden daha iyi. [I didn't want to leave it to chance. They are better on the ground than I.]” He openly declares, obviously looking out for number one, himself.

Darius, “I told you, man. You just don’t know when to quit.” Viktor coughed through the dust as he planted himself out of the wall. He dusted his body and cracked his back. “How about you head back down,” I repeated. Viktor smiled at me, “Sure.” He climbed the window, “No hard feelings but how about we spar sometime soon, Your Highness?” He looked back at me for a response but I stared at him with a frown. “I will take that as a maybe,” he smirked as he hopped off the window.

His tone reminded me of an instructor's, a tone you take when scolding an inept pupil. "It's—" And then I remembered a quote. In one of Athelia's books, that phrase stuck in my head, in my eyelids. Men live only to bring pain upon others. "You're bleeding." Pandora's defeated murmur broke my chain of thought. "What?" Viktor asked, sounding more surprised than pained. She approached him, lightly touching his torso. I hadn't noticed the blood stain expanding beneath his winter coat. He flinched when her fingers touched a hard spot.