Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 46 - : THE CHILD WITHOUT POWER

[Battle begins]

The system announced.

"Alright, it's time for our little fight. May the best man win," Kyle said, retaining his to-kill-for smile.

Scarlett, however, just stared at Kyle, not preparing for battle in any way.

"Your fight will not be with me. It will be with Nemesis. Guess you will be fighting him soon," Scarlett said, baffling Kyle.

"Come on, we haven't fought yet. There's no need to believe you have lost already," Kyle tried encouraging Scarlett.

"Lose? To you? No, not possible. You are just not mine to face. He's waiting for you at the final. System, I surrender," Scarlett said.

[Are you sure you wish to surrender??]

[Yes/No]

Scarlett chose Yes, turning into pixels and disappearing afterward.

[Congratulations to Kyle for advancing to the final round]

[The final battle awaits tomorrow]

The system announced.

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Kyle was teleported to the spectators' stand, finding Scarlett already there.

"Why did you surrender?" Kyle asked Scarlett, sincerely curious about it.

"Because I have a score to settle with you, and I can't if you lose to her," Nemesis said while still sitting leisurely.

"And you believe she can beat me even before fighting me?" Kyle asked, starting to find Nemesis's statement insulting.

"Yes," Nemesis replied almost instantly, like it wasn't even a debatable topic.

"Hah, would have loved it if she proved it to me in the arena, but I guess she couldn't. That means she was scared. Enough of your sorry excuse," Kyle said, for the first time, a bit of his real persona exposed, his anger rising.

"It doesn't matter. You qualified, and that's it," Scarlett said, ending the conversation before it led to a fight between Nemesis and Kyle—or at least pretended to.

"Congratulations on qualifying," Abyss said with a mocking smile before logging out, while Nemesis, seeing no reason to stay, did the same.

Scarlett and Kyle remained for a bit longer, staring at each other.

"I wish you weren't just a hypocrite, and the fake smiles you always put on your face were genuine," Scarlett said to a stunned Kyle, who didn't know how to reply before she logged out.

'Hmm, she sounded like someone who knew me,' Kyle thought before logging out, planning to figure out the connection between Scarlett and him, as well as Nemesis.

Meanwhile…

Scarlett pulled the gaming helmet from her face, took a deep and frustrated breath, her thoughts lingering on Kyle.

"Hah… why does it have to be like this? Brother against Kyle and all of that. I just miss the old days—me, Mother, Father, Greg, Jessica, and Kyle. I wish I could relive those moments again.

Is it true? Did Kyle really do that to me in Brother's previous life? Did he kill Brother? Oh God, this is driving me insane.

Brother will never lie… How did you become so evil and twisted, Kyle?"

Annabelle asked herself, a single tear dropping from her eyes.

Flashback: The Past

Little Kyle, for the first time, felt what it truly meant to be happy—spending time with Greg and Annabelle. He had never felt so happy in his life playing with them.

So it became the norm for Kyle. After school, he followed Greg home and spent some time there until it was time to leave, his driver taking him home afterward.

The once gloomy and sad Kyle soon started smiling and having a bright side. The negativity and sadness weighing him down felt lighter and lighter.

But…

"Where were you?"

Mr. Albert, who had returned home earlier than Kyle anticipated, asked the surprised Kyle.

Kyle, as usual, had gone to Greg's house to spend some time with his other family, expecting to return before his father, as he had always done.

"I... I... spent time... with a... friend," Kyle responded to his father, fidgeting.

"Hmm. Is that so? Done with the assignment I gave you?" Mr. Albert asked.

"Almost... done... just one question... left," Kyle replied, his head bowed in fear.

"And yet, you decided to go have fun? What did I tell you about finishing your assignment before playing?" Mr. Albert asked, his gaze toward his son cold as ice.

"That... it... is... forbidden… I shouldn't play till... my assignment is done," Kyle replied, feeling really scared and worried over what his father would do to him for his disobedience.

"Hmm, so you do know, and yet you decided to disobey me? Go to the discipline room. I will hand out your punishment myself," Mr. Albert said to the sad Kyle, who knew things weren't going to end well for him.

"Yes, Father," Kyle replied, his head bowed to the ground.

"And oh, who was your driver today?" Mr. Albert asked.

Kyle's heart skipped a beat upon hearing his father's question.

"Dad, please, I beg you! I'll—I'll do all my assignments! I swear I will never disobey you again! Please just forgive him! He only did it because I begged him!" Kyle pleaded with his father, tears falling down the little child's face.

"Well, that wasn't the answer to my question, was it?" Mr. Albert asked his son with a stern voice.

"It was me, sir! Please forgive me for my wrongdoing!"

John, the driver, ran toward Mr. Albert, falling on his knees and begging for his life.

"Hmm… I guess you no longer wish to work here, seeing how you decided to go against my will. Or didn't I make myself clear enough when I told you to drive Kyle home the moment he was done with classes for the day?" Mr. Albert asked, his cold glare sending shivers down John's back.

"You did, sir! I'm sorry for disobeying your instructions! I promise it won't happen again, sir!" John replied, still on his knees, scared out of his wits.

"It's alright. You must have felt sympathy for my son. But the thing is… a lamb has no right to feel sympathy for the cub of a lion, because that will be the cause of its death.

You have a daughter, right? I hope she will be able to survive this world without her father. Take him away!" Mr. Albert commanded two of his mobile guards.

"No! Please—!"

John screamed as the guards seized him.

Kyle clenched his fists, his chest tightening.

"And you! Come with me!" His father ordered.

Kyle followed behind, sadness dwelling in his heart, knowing John's fate.