Terra's Berserk

Jack

It's been a few months since Zack started working for Penguin Logistics, normally he should have an average apartment at this point.

No.

Turns out, he has to spend most of his money in Oripathy treatment, since his infection is dangerously high, so he has to live in a cheap apparment in horrible conditions.

He's Dying, again.

Honestly? He's just thinking of killing himself instead of a stupid rock in his blood.

He doesn't gain enough money for the treatments along with living expenses with Penguin Logistics, so he has only one option left.

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After a hard punch Zack stumbles backwards, his back hitting the cage's wall, below him there are various people screaming for his opponent to kill him, Zack quickly ducks from another punch from the larger man, he quickly goes for a liver shot, but the man blocks it and kicks Zack into a corner, with no way of dodging Zack tries to block, but his guard is instantly broken with a single punch, one in the chest, 2 in the face and one last in the liver.

The last punch being enough to make the boy land face first on the ground. "KILL THAT INFECTED FUCK!!!" One of the spectators scream, more people follow his lead and start screaming too, trying to get up Zack is met with a kick to his left side, rolling over his back he's grabbed by the neck.

"KILL HIM!"
"YEAH! KILL THAT FREAK!"

Was he really gonna die like this? He hates this, he hates everyone, he just happened to have stupid rocks on his body, why are they treating him like a monster?!

He could feel his right hand begining to feel hot, now as if it was burning, his blood boiling, yet he didn't cared, his anger was rising more and more as he hears the screams of the audience.

He punches the man in the chest, making him fly off him, slowly standing up he looks his right hand, red lightning can be see coursing through it, his eyes then landed on the unconscious man in front of him, foam coming from his mouth, Zack walked away from the arena, ignoring the surprised gazes of the audience.

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The Lupus slams his hands on the dest, clearly pissed off. "What the hell is this?! This isn't even half of what we negotiated!" The man behind the desk sighs and shakes his head. "You would gaing all the money if gave me a good fight, not one punching my fighter."

"I didn't agred for that!"

"Suck it up kid, a deal's a deal."

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Zack was now walking throw the streets of Lungmen, his face bruised up from the fight, hands on pockets and an angry face on display. "Oya? Yo! Zack!" The mentioned turns around after hearing the voice of Croissant. "How are ya- Holy crap! What the hell happened to yer face?!"  She says worried and walks to check on him.

The boy pushes her hands away from his face. "I'm fine, just a fight." He says annoyed, the horned girl puts. "Yeez, yer gotta let people help ya man. C'mon! Me n' the rest were hanging around! Join us!" She exclaims and drags him by the arm. "Oi! Stop it!" He says angry, but to no avail, this girl is stubborn.