I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity
Chapter 158: The Unspoken Threat

Chapter 158: The Unspoken Threat

Within the recalled memory Ryan stood before Samba. His body was aching.

His face was bleeding. But his spirit was not yet broken. He stood his ground. He refused to bow his head.

He refused to show any further submission to them.

Samba was genuinely surprised by this. He had expected the boy to be a whimpering broken mess by now.

For a commoner a boy with no significant power or backing to still show such defiance after the initial beating... it was unexpected. A cruel amused smile spread across Samba’s face.

"What’s this?" Samba sneered his voice dripping with condescending mockery.

"Do you really think these new teams of yours were just formed yesterday? Did you think you could just make a new group and we would be scared? Do you think we’re going to be scared off by some upstart some nobody who just arrived at this Academy?"

Before Ryan could even formulate a response before he could say anything Samba moved.

He vanished from his spot. He reappeared in the air directly in front of Ryan.

His leg was already in motion. It was a vicious magically charged kick. It arced towards Ryan’s face with incredible speed.

The kick connected with brutal force. The impact sent Ryan flying sideways.

He crashed into the soft grass of the park. He tumbled several times over and over. The world was a spinning painful blur. He finally landed flat on his back.

The wind was knocked out of him. He couldn’t breathe.

But there was no respite. There was no break. The moment he landed Samba was there again.

He appeared above him as if from nowhere. This time Samba brought his heel down in a vicious stomp. It was aimed directly at Ryan’s stomach.

The blow landed with a sickening thud. A spray of saliva shot from Ryan’s mouth.

The air was violently expelled from his lungs. He began to cough a deep ragged painful sound.

His entire body convulsed from the force of the attack. An agonizing pain radiated from his midsection. It was so intense it felt as if his insides had been rearranged.

Samba then crouched down beside him. He grabbed a handful of Ryan’s hair. He yanked his head up from the ground so that their faces were just inches apart. Samba’s eyes were filled with a cold menacing fury.

"Do you really think," he snarled his voice a low dangerous whisper

"that you can escape from this? And even if by some miracle you manage to survive this beating do you really think that noble from your own kingdom the one in the Black Team Kal... do you think he will just leave your family alone back home?"

He let the question hang in the air. It was a chilling terrifying implication.

"You’ll be here studying for the next few years," Samba continued. His voice was soft almost conversational.

Yet it was filled with a venomous promise a dark threat. "But he... Kal... he will go back to your kingdom during the holidays."

Samba’s words his unspoken threat struck Ryan with the force of a physical blow. His eyes widened in horror. The true horrifying meaning of Samba’s words became clear to him.

"Yes," Samba said a cruel triumphant smile spreading across his face. He saw the dawning terror in Ryan’s eyes. He knew his threat had hit home.

"You understand now don’t you? He will go back to your home kingdom. And he will find your family. And for the betrayal of choosing the Red Team first and then for the even greater betrayal of choosing that... that Eric... he will take his revenge on your family."

"He will punish them for what you did. And when you finally return home after four years you will find that you have lost everything. You will find that you have no family left to return to."

With that final devastating pronouncement Samba slammed Ryan’s head back down into the ground. The impact sent a fresh wave of pain through his already battered body.

Samba’s words echoed in Ryan’s mind. They were a poison seeping into his very soul. He thought of his family his parents his younger siblings. They were living in their small peaceful village.

They were not powerful people. They were not nobles. They were just... normal people. No, he thought a profound gut-wrenching despair washing over him my family... they are not powerful enough to defend themselves. They live in a small village in the kingdom. I can’t... I can’t put them in danger because of me.

Just then Cian’s calm authoritative voice cut through the air. He stepped forward. His hands were still casually tucked in his pockets. He looked down at the broken bleeding boy on the ground.

"All of this," Cian said his voice devoid of any emotion "this pain this fear can all be avoided. If you come back to the Red Team... and if you leave Eric’s new group."

Ryan hearing Cian’s words looked up. His eyes were filled with a desperate terrified hope. But then a new wave of despair washed over him. He was a traitor twice over now.

"But... but I can’t betray Eric," he stammered his voice a broken whisper. "I already gave him my word."

Samba who was still standing over him immediately delivered another vicious punch to Ryan’s face. "Lord Cian is not asking you," he snarled. "He is giving you an order. You will obey."

Ryan’s face already swollen and bruised throbbed with a fresh wave of agony. The attacks he had endured were not just simple physical blows.

They were infused with magical power. They were designed to cause maximum pain and internal damage. His body was a symphony of agony. He felt broken.

He looked down at the ground. His vision was blurred by tears of pain and despair. He was trapped. There was no way out. No good choice. Finally he broke.

"I’ll... I’ll do as you say," he whispered the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "But in return... you have to promise me. You have to promise me that nothing will happen to my family. You must leave them alone."

A triumphant smile spread across Cian’s face. He looked down at Ryan his expression one of pure condescending victory.

"Tomorrow," he said his voice calm and authoritative "if anyone asks you what happened you will keep your mouth shut. You will say nothing."

With that Cian turned and walked away. His demeanor was as cool and unbothered as if he had just been discussing the weather. He did not care about the boy he had just broken.

Samba lingered for a moment longer. He looked down at the broken boy on the ground. He offered a final parting smile a smile filled with a cruel triumphant amusement. "A very good decision Ryan," he said.

"I will see you tomorrow." And with that Samba also turned and walked away. He left Ryan alone battered and broken in the darkness of the park. The memory ended there.

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