My Cuckhold System-Chapter 109: I’m Glad I Called You
The other thief eyes widened in shock and terror as be pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The entire hall went up in gasps while the thief stared ahead in confusion.
"You missed..." a voice resounded behind him.
The moment the thief turned around, a fist was already shooting towards his face.
Bam!
West’s punch collided with the armed robber’s face causing a bone crushing sound to ring out as his entire being got lifted into the air and sent flying towards the other end of the hall.
It was unclear whether the thief was alive or dead as he lay in place unmoving with blood seeping through the mask.
Within minutes, all the masked thieves had been dealt with.
Only one man remained standing.
The unmasked leader.
He adjusted his cuffs calmly despite the carnage surrounding him.
"Well," he muttered, "that escalated."
One of the Verdant Pyre Behemoths charged straight for him.
At the last second, the air around him distorted as the eins along his neck darkened and his eyes emitted a crimson glow.
A surge of blood-like energy burst outward from his body.
The charging Behemoth was struck mid-charge and sent skidding backward with its flamimg green claws carving grooves into the marble as it regained balance.
Now West finally understood why he hadn’t worn a mask.
He wasn’t afraid of being identified because he was an awakened.
Specifically...
A bloodline awakened.
A dark aura surrounded him as crimson energy swirled across his arms.
"Did you really think," he said coldly, "I’d lead this operation without insurance?"
Being an awakened meant law enforcement treaded carefully. The police rarely intervened directly against awakened unless absolutely necessary and even at that, they couldn’t do much of anything.
The awakened were above the law.
Disputes between awakened often resolved themselves in blood long before paperwork got involved.
His lackeys were regular men who were expendable which was why they had to hide their identity but he was different. It wasn’t entirely uncommon to find an awakened leading a gang of normal unawakened criminals.
The only difference in this case was that they’d just be an unofficial gang, incomparable to even a street level awakened gang.
Gor’thala stepped forward with her staff glowing.
Seraphyra slithered closer from the opposite side with her lips curved.
"Cute," she said in her silky voice. "But how does that help you?"
The leader’s eyes darted briefly between the two monstrous summons.
He had watched them slaughter his men effortlessly.
Even with his awakened branch activated, he was outmatched.
In a bid of desperation, he lunged sideways suddenly and grabbed a young guest by the collar, yanking her upright and pressing a blood-infused blade of energy against her throat.
"Don’t move!" he barked. "One more step and she dies!"
The hall froze while the girl trembled violently.
West who was standing beside his father, turned to face the leader.
The leader smirked slightly.
"Back off," he warned.
West didn’t respond verbally.
Instead, he reached out with his hand and activated Verdant Bloom.
<[ Verdant Bloom Activated ]>
The marble floor beneath the leader cracked as Vines erupted upward from the ground like living serpents.
They wrapped around his legs, torso and arms, pinning him before he could react.
The hostage stumbled free and collapsed to the floor, scrambling away.
The leader roared in fury as his blood energy flared violently.
He tried to tear free but the vines only tightened.
Gor’thala lifted her staff high and ancient runes ignited along its length as she thrust it forward.
A torrent of verdant flame erupted and struck the bound awakened head-on.
The magic infused flames engulfed him instantly.
"Arrrrgggghhhhhhh!"
His agonizing scream tore through the hall.
The blood energy tried to free him but the vines held firm as the flames intensified.
Guests turned away, unable to watch while the smell of burning flesh filled the air.
His screams soon weakened before fading completely.
When the flames finally died down, only charred remains stood bound in blackened vines.
Then those too crumbled to ash.
Silence followed.
Seraphyra flicked ash from her nails while Gor’thala lowered her staff.
Guests slowly began to rise as whispers spread.
"That boy..."
"He is an awakened..."
"He saved us..."
The host of the party who was a wealthy middle-aged man in a torn tuxedo, hurried over.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything? I’ll call an ambulance—security—anything!"
Others gathered around West, offering their gratitude and praise.
West barely heard them.
His attention was on one person only.
He knelt beside Mark again.
"Dad. We’re going home."
He carefully lifted him.
With a subtle gesture, one Verdant Pyre Behemoth lowered itself slightly.
West placed Mark carefully atop the creature’s broad back.
The guests watched in stunned silence as the summoned beast moved toward the shattered rooftop opening.
Gor’thala leapt upward first.
Seraphyra followed in a silver blur.
West glanced back only once and then he ascended with them.
...
Meanwhile, on a skyscraper opposite the event center, a silhouette stood after watching the entire exchange.
"Very interesting... now I know why..." the voice of this figure echoed silently through the rooftop.
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~ One Hour Later ~
Mark lay on the couch, still pale and weak.
West stood over him holding the chalice.
He tilted it gently and guided the glowing liquid toward his father’s lips.
"Drink."
Mark obeyed and immediately a small glow of light spread across his skin.
The bruises faded, cuts sealed and broken tissue knitted together within seconds—
Mark sat upright, breathing clearly.
He touched his face in disbelief.
"I... I feel fine."
He looked at his hands and observed other parts of his skin. All of his injuries were gone.
The chalice vanished quietly back into West’s inventory.
Mark stared at him for a long moment and then laughed weakly.
"I’m glad I called you."
His eyes softened.
"You’ve become a much more capable young man than I thought."
West didn’t smile but was glad to see his father was okay.
Mark reached forward and gripped his shoulder.
"I’m proud of you."
West finally let out a faintest exhale.
For the first time he had killed this night and he didn’t feel bad about it...
In a way, that bothered him.
He could tell, something inside him was changing. He was becoming less sympathetic, the stronger he grew...
