My Ultimate OP System: Summoning All Dragons, Gods, Heroes & Villains-Chapter 68: Percival’s Home (Bonus)
At that point, Percival had just entered the cafeteria from heaven knows where. He had just gotten his plate serving and was hoping to eat quickly before break time ended.
He instinctively turned toward their original seating position, but then he saw them.
Ethan and Isabella.
They looked really happy, laughing and chatting so naturally that they hadn’t even noticed the annoyed stare from the werewolf standing across the room.
Percival grew mad and his grip on the tray grew firmer.
Without another word, he furiously turned back to the counter, dropped his plate with a loud clatter, and walked away.
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Eventually, break ended.
Ethan and Isabella were about to stand from their seats and leave when Ethan noticed the bracelet again on her wrist.
He pointed at it. "You know, I keep seeing this bracelet on you. Every single time."
Isabella sighed for a second, then said, "This bracelet is part of why I want to remain estranged from my father."
Ethan said teasingly. "So the bracelet has a mystery story too?"
She smiled. "I promise, next time we meet in a more quiet place, I’ll tell you all about it."
Ethan leaned his head closer toward her ear and whispered, "A quiet place like in a room, right after I’ve fucked you senseless?"
"Oh, Ethan..." she whispered, covering her mouth as her cheeks went bright red.
Ethan chuckled at how flustered he had just made her. And with that, they both left the cafeteria together.
Ethan finally returned to class.
And when he arrived, he saw Percival now sitting in a different corner from their usual seat.
He shook his head and whispered to himself, "Bitch move."
Then he went to his seat, knowing full well this wasn’t something he’d get to fix in class at all.
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At night, the security guard stationed at the Arcorys compound gates looked up and saw a figure descending from the sky.
His eyes widened briefly, but then he recognized who it was.
Ethan Stark, who landed just outside the gates.
The guard exchanged a quick glance with his partner stationed on the other side. Normally, protocol dictated they wait for confirmation from the main house before letting anyone through.
But this was Ethan.
The first guard nodded and pressed the button to open the gates. "Go on through, Mr. Stark. We’ll inform the house."
Ethan nodded in acknowledgment and stepped through.
The Arcorys compound was massive. In fact, it was slightly larger than the Stark manor, with a slightly bigger main house as well.
The Arcorys family was pretty rich.
Although they were in partnership with the Starks in developing the Arcphones, it was their name that ultimately led to the device being called "Arcphones" in the first place.
But aside from that, this manor wasn’t just home to Percival and his immediate family. It housed the entire Arcorys clan as a whole.
It was a family of werewolves, with Percival’s father as the alpha, and they ran as a pack within these walls.
Percival was already angrily walking out of the manor the moment he had been notified of Ethan’s presence in the compound.
"You have the nerve to show up here," a furious Percival said, with his eyes glowing amber as he stormed toward Ethan.
Ethan raised both hands to the sides, almost theatrically, and said, "I say we put the bitch shit aside and talk, man."
Percival bared his fangs, and his muscles bulged as he roared toward Ethan. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Fuck..." Ethan whispered, almost regretting the decision to come here.
In the next instant, Percival moved in a blur toward Ethan.
He stopped directly in front of him, seized Ethan by the collar with both hands, and hoisted him upward with such force that Ethan’s feet barely brushed the ground.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn’t beat you to a pulp right now, you two-faced lying piece of shit," Percival said in a furious tone.
"Get your hands off my clothes, Percival. I won’t ask you again," Ethan said, staring directly into Percival’s angrily glowing wolf eyes.
"Or what, you bastard?! What are you going to do?" Percival clapped back angrily.
Right then, Ethan got mad too. His eyes turned into glowing amber reptilian slits.
Percival’s eyes widened briefly.But before he could react, Ethan seized both of his wrists where they gripped his shirt then he forced them away with raw strength.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Ethan said at the same time as he pulled Percival’s grip off.
The werewolf looked surprised, seeing Ethan’s eyes and feeling the strength with which he had just pulled his arms away.
But then what Ethan said next renewed his anger almost immediately. "So what, man? You’re going to let this come between us?"
"Your fucking betrayal is the problem here!" Percival retorted, pointing angrily at him. "You acted as if you barely knew this girl’s name. You watched me get excited over her. You let me beg you for days just to get across to her, meanwhile you were already up in the girl’s ass!"
Percival shook his head slowly and angrily as the rage kept boiling. Then he added, "I thought you had my back, like I’ve always had yours. But you only just made me look like a fool, Ethan."
Without letting Ethan get a word out, he roared once more and blitzed toward Ethan with an attempt to grab at his throat.
But Ethan burst into a cloud of black smoke and reappeared some distance away.
The security guards watching from behind were unsure what to do at this point. They had never seen it get this heated between the two of them before.
Ethan sighed. To a good extent, he understood Percival and actually felt bad for him. "Okay, I get it, man. I get it. I’m sorry, okay? Shit happened way too fast. I didn’t know how to stop it or how to tell you."
"Fuck that!" Percival yelled back as his body started to take on a broader transformation into his wolf form. His rage had reached its limits, and at this point, it didn’t matter what he had to say.
Ethan realized this as well when he saw the full humanoid wolf form emerge.
Percival then said in the tone of a beast, "I’m not sure what creature you are, but I’m glad I won’t have to pull my punches. You will get a beating, Ethan Stark!"
He roared out angrily.
Ethan sighed. He knew that when Percival got like this, there was no cooling him down. Not until he let it all out.
"I see. So that’s how it is then?"
Ethan’s horns sprouted from his head. A tail followed, and his body grew scales along the sides as he roared back, "Come, bitch!"
With that, they both blitzed toward each other in one blur of motion.
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ATTACHED TO THIS TEXT IS PERCIVAL’S WEREWOLF FORM
