Global Beast God; I Earn 10X My Summons Powers

"You know, Kieran, I think we should do you a favor. How about we help you get rid of your pathetic life?"

Before him stood Frank and his lackeys—Ben and Jacob—with a snare on their faces.

"I mean, you've already failed in beating me.... Unlike you who needs a condition. I on the other hand." He paused, making a calm gesture with his hands.... A bright golden-yellow flame roared to life on his palm.

"I awakened the S-rank flame talent of the Nelkon family"

Kieran clenched his fists, the sting of humiliation still fresh from the awakening ceremony.

His glare met Frank's, unyielding despite the mocking tone.

"You really talk too much," Kieran spat, his voice low but trembling with restrained fury.

"Even when no one asks for your opinion."

Frank's smirk faltered, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he quickly masked it.

Kieran's defiance always struck a nerve in him.

No matter how dire Kieran's circumstances were, he never bowed, never begged for mercy.

And that enraged Frank, who thrived on dominance and submission.

'Why won't he just crumble like the others?' Frank thought, his face darkening with anger.

'Why does he always act like he's better than me?'

But then, an idea popped into Frank's mind, and the corner of his lips curled into a sinister grin.

Kieran was vulnerable now more than ever.

The awakening ceremony had stripped him of any protection—his talent locked behind an impossible condition, an SSS rank that was nothing more than an empty promise.

"Guys, let's teach him a lesson," Frank ordered, his voice brimming with disdain and malice.

Without hesitation, Ben and Jacob lunged at Kieran.

Despite the odds, Kieran stood his ground.

He sidestepped Ben's wild punch with ease and hooked his foot around Ben's ankle before sending the fellow sprawling to the ground.

Jacob charged next, his movements reckless in his haste.

Kieran caught his incoming kick midair and twisted it sharply.

Jacob shrieked in pain as he crashed to the ground, clutching his ankle while still groaning.

Frank watched the exchange, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

'Can't these idiots fight!' Frank thought in frustration watching how Kieran easily defeated his two lackey's.

Kieran turned to Frank, a smug grin tugging his lips.

The sight made Frank's blood boil.

"So," Kieran said, his voice laced with mockery, "is that all your lapdogs have got? Pathetic."

Frank's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white.

He wouldn't allow this humiliation to stand.

"Ben, Jacob," Frank growled, "stop holding back. Use your talents."

Ben staggered to his feet, his eyes red with anger.

Jacob followed suit, wiping the dirt from his face.

Frank then raised his hand.

Like before, a flicker of fire spurn to life in his palm; the flames danced and crackled.

"Let's see how cocky you are now," Frank sneered, hurling the fireball toward Kieran.

Kieran barely had time to react.

He moved to dodge, but just then, a wall of stone erupted in front of him, cutting off his escape.

His eyes darted to Ben, who stood with his hand outstretched and a smug look plastered across his face.

The fireball struck Kieran's arm, searing his flesh.

"ARGH!"

Kieran screamed out, his voice cracking as he clutched his burned arm. The awful smell of his own scorched skin filled the air, making his stomach turn.

His eyes watered from the pain, but he refused to let the tears fall. He wouldn't let Frank see him break.

Frank and the others laughed like it was all just a game.

"Aww, what's wrong, Kieran?" Frank mocked. "Where's all that tough talk now?"

Kieran's thoughts spun wildly—rage and pain clashing in his chest.

His whole body trembled, but he locked eyes with Frank, his eyes red with anger.

"I'll make you regret this," he growled.

Frank stepped closer until their faces were nearly touching.

He grabbed Kieran by the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing.

"Oh yeah?" Frank sneered. "With what? That useless talent of yours?"

Kieran didn't flinch. Instead, he spat straight into Frank's face.

"You'll see," he hissed, voice low and burning.

For a second, Frank just stood there, stunned. Then he slowly wiped his cheek, his expression twisting into pure hatred.

"You little—"

But before he could finish, a voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Enough."

Everyone froze.

The tone was sharp—cold and absolute. It made their skin crawl.

They turned as one and saw her—Miss Jane. She stood in the entrance, lit faintly by the academy's glow. Her cigarette glowed between her fingers, smoke curling lazily into the night.

Frank's confidence shattered on the spot. His hand dropped Kieran, who fell hard to the ground, still holding his injured arm.

But even through the pain, Kieran felt a wave of relief. She was here. She'd stop this. She always did.

"M-Miss Jane," Frank stammered, backing away, "It's not what it looks like—"

Jane didn't answer at first. She just exhaled a long breath of smoke and walked forward, her heels clicking slowly.

'I guess he's failed to awaken..... That'll really set him below the others..' she thought to herself, looking at Kieran with an indifferent look.

When she stopped in front of them, she tilted her head slightly and stared Frank down.

"You're right," she said flatly. "It's not what it looks like. It's worse."

Frank's face drained of color. Behind him, Ben and Jacob were frozen, like statues.

Then Jane's eyes dropped to Kieran. He was curled up on the ground, bruised and bleeding. Her expression didn't change, but for a brief second, something flickered in her eyes—something... unsure.

Then it vanished.

Without warning, she turned her back.

"Do whatever you want with him," she said coldly.

"He's no use anymore."

Her last words came out like a mutter, almost like she was talking to herself.

"Dump his body in a realm gate. Just make sure the Council never traces it back."

Kieran's heart dropped.

It felt like everything inside him shattered at once.

He stared up at her through blurry eyes.

"Miss… Jane…" His voice cracked, barely more than a whisper.

She had been everything to him. She was the reason he kept going. The one who believed in him—who made him believe in himself.

So why?

Why was she saying this?

'Did I disappoint her too?' he thought, numb. 'I thought... I thought she didn't care what rank I got...'

Everything she had told him—all her promises, her support—suddenly felt hollow.

Meaningless.

No explanation. No kindness. Just silence.

She never looked back.

Jane kept walking up the stairs, pausing only to take another long drag of her cigarette.

"You just need a little more push. This world doesn't need you weak." she murmured, her voice drifting through the air like a death sentence.

Frank, Jacob and Ben all stared at each other in shock.

They thought Jane as playing a trick on them... And for almost an entire minute, they didn't dare move from their spot.

Yet, she didn't even look back as she continued onward.

Frank's confidence returned in full force. Her silence was his green light.

"You heard her," he said, grinning cruelly.

He looked down at Kieran like he was already dead.

Jacob didn't hesitate. He stomped down hard on Kieran's ankle.

There was a sickening crunch.

Kieran screamed. The pain shot through his whole body like lightning, raw and unbearable.

But worse than the pain was the hopelessness. Jane's words had crushed something inside him.

He wasn't just bleeding on the outside—he was broken on the inside too.

Frank leaned down. Flames flickered in his palm again, glowing inches from Kieran's face.

"This is goodbye, Kieran," he said, his voice full of mock sympathy.

"Don't worry. No one will even notice you're gone."

As the fire inched closer, Kieran's vision faded.

The last thing he saw was Jane—walking away, disappearing into the hall without turning back.

Like he was already gone.