"Mr. Zeus Dimitri Curaraton, you're being called by Mr. Algos."

The guard in his black suit formally informed me with such a rare and obnoxious request, which he said came from the CEO. It's an occasional demand but I'm more inclined to accept it.

"This way. On President's office."

Why is it in the President's office though? I heard the CEO didn't have his office established in here, it's in his company building. Then, maybe that's why the CEO chose to use the President's office just in this matter.

My classmates who witnessed the entire scenario earlier seemed to be freezing, maybe from the cold air or from fear. I know I knocked down my closest friends—or rather, my best foes—but there's no need to feel that way. Soon, I'll devour them if I got the time.

As he led the way, guiding me to the office, I couldn't help but stare at this guy's sunglasses. They appeared to be quite expensive yet it solely irritates me.

Now I know why Franciszek left for another school. I may not know if he really ran away or not but one thing is for sure, he's afraid of this school right from the start. I already predicted he would run away when things like this would happen.

But really? It's useless.

There's no way a school as big as this won't be able to chase after him.

I feel sorry for him since he attends this school to start his own profession---to become a pianist, but it all ended with him telling me the truth. At the very least, even if he betrayed me, I would forgive him. But those four? Fuck them. I won't settle for less.

I was at a loss for words since everything happened in the blink of an eye. The truth is, I really don't plan on throwing fists at them which in the end, I did. I must've felt so enraged that I took my anger on them.

Just when he called me the other day, I felt like I made up my mind already. I assured him that I won't run away and drop out of this school. No matter what, that phone call from my father---that time when he asked his debtors to have his money back to pay for my school's fee, was the only thing I would never forget. Rather than dropping out or transferring to another school, I'd preferably continue what my father had started and spend my time working and surviving in it, no matter what it takes. He worked so hard to earn money after all.

Though I really don't get it. I feel crap when I think about my father but at the same time, I feel crap for myself as well. But guess what? I'm already done with this world. I'm too fed up that I can't take any more pain to endure. My father, my friends... what else would they take me? My mother? Our money? It'd be good if they'd just take my life. I'm so fucking fine with it.

When we reached the entrance office of the President, before he let me in, I noticed three guards that seemed like some butlers who took over their turns and went after me. One turned behind me to have my hands settled, one guarded my way, and one released a handcuff in his belt to restrain my wrists.

Oh, yeah. I'm a prisoner now. This must be a thing when you're being sent to jail.

After I'm beneath their control, they let me in and had me face the surprising rifles pointing at me. Several bodyguards lined up with the loaded firearms on their gloved hands, confidently accusing a minor and innocent man such as myself.

It's much a surprise that I didn't feel any fear of getting shot. It's true that I flinched when I didn't see that coming, but I was more than prepared to receive the bullets piercing through my body.

"Go."

The guard behind me hardly pushed my back, making me forward towards the smirking man, chilling on the desk chair.

I reckoned this must be the CEO, Deniz Algos, who established this unfair school system. Unfair for the fact that a student as innocent as me was forced to become a prisoner. I have no idea why but since this would serve as my trial, then let's hear it out.

"You must be the sixth student which I've chosen," he spoke, his voice being low and cold, yet mellow and luscious, enough to make me feel numb on my spot.

I remained silent as if his remarks didn't bother me.

The bodyguards were still aiming their firearms at me. I know I'm not supposed to glance back, but when I did, the guard at my back quickly aimed the weapon at the back of my head, causing me to face forward.

"This must be your first time being handcuffed. But rest assured, you will soon get used to it."

This dipshit...

So he really planned on putting me in that jail until he's done using me. Maybe that's the same for others as well.

"So what is it that you want?" I put up every inch of my courage to ask him. Although he looked so majestic, I think this person's two-faced.

"Do you have any idea why you're being sent to that SPECIAL CLASS?"

He crossed and inserted his fingers to one another and topped his elbow above the table, concealing his face with his hands. He's now acting cool. Well, as if rich guys like him won't do that.

Now, I despise rich bastards the most.

"How about you? Do you have any idea why humans don't have tails?" It was not a cool thing to say that but at least, I got someone annoying as him.

He let out a smile in a very conceited way, "I don't know, Zeus."

I clenched my fist. "Exactly, Mr. Algos."

Not only he looks so intimidating, but he had me clench my fists because of his reaction. Although he just smirked, that's the thing a boxer like me should be provoked about.

When an opponent lets his guard down and lets his emotion devour him whole, there's no doubt he would lose unless he learns some strategy that leads him to take action. That's the reason why training exists. It's to discover your strength's limits and how you would execute what you have learned.

I'm about to take this man down.

"I like your guts, Mr. Curaraton."

It's now almost five minutes yet he's still in the same position. Why do I care about that simple thing? Because it annoys me.

"Let's not waste time and let's get started." He ordered two of his guards for something by gesturing at them.

A few moments after, two safety-packed black uniforms that looked exactly the same as our uniforms were placed above the President's desk. One for sunny weather, and one for cold weather. The only difference other than its color was that there are no more jewelries, ornaments, and golden laces dangled and stuck in the uniforms. It looks so regular.

This must be my uniform starting from now.

"You're lucky to have your trial served in this office, Mr. Zeus, just away from the disturbance. You're being watched by the whole school using those cameras around. Just don't try to act anything hideous. All will be well."

When he mentioned that there were cameras around, I looked up into them. It's true. The red flickering lights signified that these cameras were recording since earlier. There's no doubt they would document this.

"Not only is the school watching now, live--- but your father in the hospital bed and your mother in her room as well."

With a clenched jaw, rage overtook me before I knew it. I balled my fingers into a fist and drove them through the desk, then slammed the guard beside me with my handcuffs on.

When I saw him just smirking still, I was so pissed off that I screamed on his face. How did he know my father's in the hospital, suffering from his cancer? How did he know about my mother? Both of them are so precious to me and they're far more innocent than me. How come he involved them with this!

"Fucking idiot! Why did you involve my family with this?!" I grabbed him on his collar with these handcuffs clanking.

He let out a deep-seated sigh, "I know you, Zeus. You just thought about taking me down by allowing my emotions to govern me, am I wrong?"

I froze. He's not wrong.

I hate the fact that he's not wrong.

How the heck did he know that? Does he really know me that bad?

This fucker...

I couldn't win against someone who's a lot higher than me. I'm just a student and he's the freaking CEO. How can I--- how can I destroy someone who's involving my family?

"I have this, Zeus. I have this." He pointed his temple, implying that he's good at turning the tables.

As a result, I wasn't able to jab him on the face when I had the chance to since the guards went after me to stop me from clenching the CEO's collar tightly. They started holding me down and enclosing their firearms at me. This time, a lot closer.

"I am now starting today's testimony to our subject, Mr. Zeus," he started, sitting back down while acting so confident.

How can he act like nothing when he knew what I've been through? This fucker's heartless. So heartless that I want to tear him into pieces.

"Who: Zeus Dimitri Curaraton.

Boxer since eight years old.

Studying at Bihira High since 12.

Mother's name: Isabella Curaraton.

Occupation: Business Finance Manager.

Father's name: Francisco Dimitri Curaraton.

Occupation: Coach at Dimitri Gym and a business entrepreneur."

Entrepreneur? Father's an entrepreneur? How the fuck did I not know that?

As I struggled on my end, the guards still kept holding me tight. There were a lot of them so I almost drained my energy out because of resisting too much.

"What: The subject being on-hold was brought to the SPECIAL CLASS to maintain adequate behavior."

As soon as I heard that, something seemed so wrong. "What the fuck? How am I a violent and asshole student in this school? Explain that bullshit!"

I feel like this guy's setting me up. He made all of this to humiliate me even more, to put weight on my shoulders, and to let me die from this.

"Why: The student currently faced financial problems for the reason that his father's debtors didn't pay their debts on the exact date."

"Stop..." I said, my muscles grew tense.

Now that he added that information, this guy already crossed the line too much. He screwed up his head.

For the second time, I struggled so forcefully that my nails scraped the other guard's face. But I don't mind. As soon as he let me go, I punched the other guard in the face and knocked him down.

"With Mrs. Isabella's not full support to the family, Following that is Mr. Francisco's steadily deteriorating health, which has caused them to be financially insecure."

"Fucking stop..." When I was finally out of the guards' hands, I was about to grab this jerk's face but I didn't get the chance to again since another group of guards went after me. It really irritates me that he's enjoying this, he's just smiling and enjoying what I'm feeling.

After they held me too tight again, they distanced me away from the CEO, far enough away that I couldn't reach him.

"Now, tell me, Mr. Zeus. Do you know the reason why I'm sending you to that SPECIAL CLASS?"

Because I was enraged and couldn't break away from these guards' arms, I shouted out the words that were in my thoughts, "Fuck it. Nonya!"

"Nonya?"

"Nonya damn business, fucker!" I screamed so hard, enough to have my vocal cords almost break into pieces.

Looking onto the cameras around, I yelled, "I know everyone's watching but this fucker here is a damn sucker for money! If you're deceived by this asshole, then you're a damn bloodsucker for money as well! All of you just rot in hell!"

I then stopped screaming around and just huffed so hard while kneeling on the ground, my energy almost drained out.

"Listen, Zeus," he calmly said. "The reason why I'm sending you to that CLASS is that you're already poor."

W-Wha---What a freak?

"It's not because of your father's worsening illness, it's not because of your boxing passion, it's not because of your mother's occupation. It's all because of the financial problems you faced that I had to take you down myself."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

I was so speechless. He'd send me to that class because I'm poor now? Fuck that bullshit. How can---how can bullshit like that happen?

"You see, Zeus... I hate poor people... including you. So I decided to surround myself with high-class people, not with dimwit trashes."

So he doesn't like poor humans.

Does that mean those previous students who were also chosen were poor as well? But what bullshit! Because I'm poor... he'd take me as a prisoner? When does being poor a sin?

This fucker's out of his mind.

"Dimwit trashes? Were you not aware that you're one already?" I talked back.

"The packed uniforms above the desk will be your uniforms starting from now on. Until you rot in that classroom, don't show your face on the school grounds no matter what. Otherwise, your mother's life will be at stake."

Blackmail.

I couldn't believe I'm just being blackmailed by this man they've known as their savior.

"I know there's no more time left for your father so I can't take a hold on his life anymore. That's what being poor looks like, dear Zeus. It's kind of tragic for you yet amusing for me."

Fuck.

What do I do in this kind of situation?

He's looking down on me, to my father, to my family. And what about me now? What do I do?

A boiling fury swelled inside of me---my own rage, yet I stayed cool as what it seemed. I know I couldn't reach him with bare hands as of the moment, but I swear to god... I swear to fucking god... I would bring this man down one day.