NOVEL NEXT Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Fuck my life
Gunfire exploded through the room.
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The first bullet ripped through Bronn's shoulder.
The second slammed into the head of the guy next to him.
Blood sprayed across the table, mixing with the spilled liquor and cheap perfume.
For a split second, nobody moved.
Then—
Chaos.
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Bronn roared in pain, clutching his bleeding arm as he knocked over his chair.
The other bodyguard shot up from his seat, reaching for weapons.
The Vastaya woman in Bronn's lap screamed and bolted out of the room.
Lukas didn't stop.
Didn't hesitate.
Didn't give them a single second to breathe.
He raised his revolver again—
And fired.
A third shot tore through the stomach of the thug reaching for a knife.
The man let out a wet gasp, stumbling back before collapsing onto the floor.
Bronn finally got his bearings.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he roared, flipping the table over for cover.
Lukas saw it happening.
Didn't let him.
"Oh no you don't."
He lifted his hand.
Electricity crackled.
And a blinding bolt of blue energy shot from his fingertips—
Directly into the overturned table.
The liquor spilled across it ignited instantly.
A burst of blue fire erupted, swallowing the wooden surface.
Bronn barely had time to flinch before the flames licked up his arms.
"FUCK!"
He staggered back, patting the fire down, eyes wide in shock.
And then—he locked eyes with Lukas.
His lips pulled back into a snarl.
"You're dead, kid."
Lukas smirked.
"Been hearing that a lot lately."
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The last goon—one who had been half-passed out from drinking—finally snapped out of it.
He stumbled to his feet, grabbing a chair.
Lukas saw the movement.
Raised his revolver.
And fired one last time.
The bullet hit home.
The man crashed into the table, knocking over bottles and glass.
Blood pooled beneath him.
Silence.
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Lukas stood there, breathing hard.
Smoke curled from the barrel of his revolver.
The room was a fucking mess.
Bodies on the floor.
Blood staining the furniture.
And in the center of it all—
Bronn.
Bleeding.
Burned.
Alive.
But barely.
Lukas stepped forward, boots crunching against glass and bullet casings.
He stood over Bronn, who was on his knees, panting.
His one good hand clutched his bleeding shoulder.
"You're gonna regret this, kid," Bronn growled, eyes full of rage and pain.
Lukas tilted his head.
"Maybe."
Bronn spat blood onto the floor.
"You don't know who the fuck I am."
"You're right." Lukas aimed the gun at his forehead.
"And I don't care."
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BANG.
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For the first time all night—
There was silence.
No more yelling.
No more struggling.
No more screaming.
Just the sound of Lukas's heartbeat in his ears.
And the System notification flashing in his vision.
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[MISSION COMPLETE.]
+2,000 Points
+750 Bonus Points (Overkill Bonus - 3 Extra Kills)
NEW TITLE UNLOCKED: "PSYCHOPATH MANIAC"
CONGRATULATIONS: YOU'VE REACHED LVL 3
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Lukas stared at the words.
Then exhaled slowly.
He rolled his shoulders.
Shook off the last of the adrenaline.
His body was aching.
His head was pounding.
He needed to get the fuck out of here.
Before the enforcers showed up.
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Footsteps.
Screaming.
Panic.
The entire brothel had erupted into chaos.
People were fleeing.
Rushing past him.
Desperate to get away from the gunfire.
Lukas didn't move.
Not yet.
He took one last look at the wreckage of the room.
And then—
He turned on his heel.
And walked out.
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The second he stepped outside—
The cold night air hit him.
Rain had started falling.
Soft at first.
Then heavier.
Washing away the blood on his hands.
The streets were alive with movement.
People ran in every direction, shouting, pushing past him.
The brothel's security was panicking.
Someone was yelling for the Enforcers.
None of them paid attention to the masked figure calmly walking away.
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Lukas didn't stop.
Didn't run.
Didn't look back.
He just walked.
Steady. Controlled.
Like he had done nothing at all.
The System had given him a job.
And he had done it.
Simple as that.
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As he turned down a side street, out of sight from the madness behind him, he finally stopped.
He took a slow breath.
Pressed a hand to his stomach.
And then—
He bent over and vomited.
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The world spun around him.
His legs felt weak.
His hands trembled.
His head was pounding.
This wasn't a game.
This wasn't some cool action movie.
He had just executed people.
Had watched the light fade from their eyes.
Had felt their blood on his skin.
And worst of all?
The System had rewarded him for it.
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Lukas wiped his mouth.
Took a deep breath.
Straightened up.
And then—
Let out.
"Fuck my life."