My Soul card is a Reaper
Chapter 798 - 798: The world of Irth (part-64)

Azzy replied. "You belittle them, belittle their parents and their ancestors with whatever you want before officially challenging them to a fight, even give them a many on 1 fight opportunity. Then, during that fight, you can break their bones as you wish. People would say you have gone too far, but at the very least, that will seem like justice. What you did was just venting your frustrations on those poor boys."

As Orion stayed silent with his head hung down, Azzy continued, "If you don't like to do it, then do it as part of the deal. An equivalent exchange. I'll be your sparring partner every time you want, no limits, and in exchange, you apologize to them. What do you think?" He stretched his hand for a handshake and stopped walking.

Orion stared at his father's hand for a moment… then grunted and grabbed it. "Fine," Orion muttered. "It's a deal."

Azzy smiled. "Good."

The robotic steward opened the gates as the father and son pair returned home.

"Welcome back, Lord Garcia. Young Master Orion."

The moment they stepped into the mansion, the lights dimmed to match the thunder in Leiza's expression as she was looking at something.

Screens floated mid-air, showing a mix of news broadcasts, social media commentary, and fluctuating stock charts. At the center of it all: Orion Garcia, suspended for violent assault at school.

"Drop from 3900 to 3600," her assistant reported, eyes nervously flicking between screens. "That's a 7.6% dive. Forty-two billion in projected value wiped in half a day."

Leiza didn't respond. Her arms were crossed tightly over her blazer, her jaw tense as she watched one broadcast replay:

'with injuries so severe, the victims had to be hospitalized. Is this the kind of environment our children are supposed to learn in?'

She muted it. Then turned around.

Azzy and Orion had just entered the room.

"I warned you over and over, Orion," she said sharply. "Our name is not just a name. It's a brand. A political identity. A market mover. And now?" She pointed to a floating screen. "This."

Orion shifted uncomfortably, then opened his mouth…

"No," she cut in. "Don't speak unless it's an apology."

Azzy raised a hand, but she glared at him. "Let him answer this on his own."

Ignoring Azzy, Leiza walked to the large glass desk and picked up a folder. "I'm not interested in any explanation. You have two choices, Orion. One: go back to school, bow your head, apologize to the principal, the teachers… and also the victims, regardless of how vile they were."

Orion's lips tightened.

"Or two," Leiza continued coldly, "you're pulled from school permanently and become an intern in my company. You'll work under my eyes, on my terms, and be treated like every other low-level grunt. Every morning at 6, every hour logged, no special treatment."

She dropped the folder on the table with a soft thump. "Choose."

"Option one," Orion said without a second's hesitation. "Apology, it is."

Azzy blinked in surprise.

Meanwhile, Leiza gave a nod. "Good boy. I expect results by tomorrow morning."

She turned on her heels and walked out without another word.

"Uhh… what the hell just happened? All of those talks went down the drain just like that?" Azzy watched her back in a daze before the door closed behind her with a quiet hiss.

Orion exhaled hard and immediately spun to Azzy. "Dad, help me. You heard her victims, too? I can't do that. I would rather run away from home instead. You promised me that I only had to apologize to the principal and the teachers…"

Azzy let out a sigh and sat down, letting out a smile of assurance. "Relax. That part won't be necessary. I'll handle it."

Orion knew how stubborn his mom was, but then again, his mom is still head over heels over his dad. So, perhaps, his dad can indeed convince her. Orion couldn't help but root for Azzy inwardly.

That night, Azzy stood in the emergency ward's restricted section of a university hospital. The lights were low, staff was minimal.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the entire place was frozen in time. He entered the room where the three injured boys lay.

Bruised, bandaged, and unconscious.

With precise control, Azzy placed his hand over each of the boys' wounds. Bones realigned, tissues wove back together, and bruises dissolved in a matter of seconds.

He then took out his smartphone and snapped photos of the now-healed students, each of them whole, breathing steadily.

He quietly slipped out of the hospital and resumed his time.

While on his way home, using a cloaked channel, he uploaded the images to the net anonymously on the forum where something like a voting is being published on whether a 17-year-old should be punished with a police case or not, adding one line of text:

"Medical lies. The victims are fully healed."

He posted that in the comment section.

By sunrise, chaos had flipped as the photos were spread all over the internet.

At first, people thought it was the work of an AI, but then later, it was proven as news came out of the hospital, some nurses speaking that the boys were indeed fine. They miraculously recovered overnight.

Since no one believes in miraculous recovery, they only believe that it is all politics.

Leiza's personal defense team had also seized the opportunity. The media spin reversed as headlines appeared:

"Misdiagnosis or Manufactured Outrage? School Incident Questioned"

"Exclusive: Victims Already Recovered – Hospital Under Fire"

"Garcia Stock Rebounds Amid Lawsuit Rumors Against Tabloid Outlets"

"Political Conspiracy?"

The news channels who'd jumped on the story were at full swing, running the campaign for the same person whom they had slandered one day ago.

Back at home, Orion scrolled through the trending posts, his jaw slack in a surmounting amount of shock. "What did you do, Dad? How did you fix this? Did you threaten the hospital staff or something? You said you were an elite soldier."

Azzy leaned on the balcony, sipping coffee. "Let's leave it to suspense, shall we? Now, I kept the end of my bargain, too. I hope you will apologize to the principal and the teachers in their staff room for causing trouble.

Orion averted his gaze and muttered. "Yeah, I guess. I should."