I Was Born With A Bloodline That Ended The World-Chapter 107: The Hatred

Rhian’s body trembled as he pushed himself up, his arms shaking under the strain. He could taste blood in his mouth, feel the ache in every muscle. But he refused to stay down.

Justin stepped forward, his movements calm and deliberate. His boot pressed against Rhian’s chest, forcing him back to the ground. He leaned down, his eyes cold and focused.

"You know what the problem is with your kind?" he said, his voice low and steady. "You think you belong here. You think you have a place in this city."

Rhian’s jaw tightened. He tried to push up again, but Justin pressed harder, the weight of his foot crushing the breath from his lungs.

"I’ve watched your kind," Justin continued, his tone almost conversational. "You poison this place. You crawl out of your holes and pretend you’re something more than what you are. They let you in, thinking you could be tamed, thinking you could be controlled."

He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "They were wrong."

Rhian’s hands clawed at the stone floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He felt the heat of Justin’s words like a brand.

"You should have been eliminated years ago," Justin said. "You and all the others like you. But they were merciful. They thought mercy would make you grateful, would make you loyal."

He shook his head slowly. "Mercy was a mistake. Mercy only let the rot spread."

Rhian’s eyes burned, his fists clenching at his sides. He pushed again, but Justin’s foot shoved him back down. The stone beneath him was cool, but the weight of Justin’s hatred pressed even harder.

"You think you’re strong," Justin said, his voice dropping even lower. "You think you can stand against me. But you’re nothing. You’re filth. And I’m here to clean it up."

Rhian’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as he glared up at Justin. He wanted to scream, to fight, to tear him apart. But his body was failing him, his strength slipping away.

Justin’s lips curved into a faint smile. "Stay down," he said softly, almost like a command. "Stay where you belong."

Then he stepped back, his boot lifting from Rhian’s chest. Rhian lay there, every breath a struggle, his body refusing to give up even as Justin turned away.

But the words, the weight of them, clung to him as heavily as the boot had. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Rhian’s breath was ragged as he lay there, the weight of Justin’s words grinding against something deep inside him.

Anger boiled up, thicker and hotter than any rage he’d ever felt. It wasn’t just anger. It was something older, something that felt like it had been sleeping in his blood for centuries.

How dare he? The thought burned through his mind, as if it had always been there, just waiting for a moment like this.

How dare this lowly being speak to him like he was nothing? How dare he stand above him, so sure of himself?

Rhian’s vision blurred. He tried to push himself up again, every muscle in his body screaming.

His fingers scraped against the stone, but he couldn’t find his balance. He felt his body fail him, the power in his limbs slipping away as his chest heaved for breath.

He could see Justin watching him, calm and still, his eyes cold. There was no pity there. No respect. Just that same quiet certainty that Rhian was less than him.

Rhian’s teeth ground together. He tried to move, to rise, but his arms gave out. He fell forward, catching himself on his elbows. His breath rattled in his throat. The taste of blood filled his mouth.

Justin took a step forward, his footfalls soft but final. He didn’t need to say anything else. His presence alone was enough to crush the last threads of strength in Rhian’s body.

Rhian’s head hung low, his vision swimming. He wanted to rise. He wanted to tear Justin apart. But his body wouldn’t answer.

A flicker of movement caught his eye. The announcer was stepping forward, his hand raised high.

"That’s enough," he said, his voice clear and firm.

The crowd fell silent. Even Justin’s gaze shifted, just a fraction, to acknowledge the end.

Rhian’s fists tightened on the ground, but he couldn’t move. He heard the finality in the announcer’s voice, the way it closed the fight with a single breath.

"It’s over," the announcer said. "Winner, Justin Harman."

Justin didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at Rhian as he stepped back, his expression as calm and composed as ever.

Rhian stayed where he was, his breath ragged, his chest burning with a fury he couldn’t express.

The crowd’s roar grew louder as Justin walked away. Rhian didn’t move. He couldn’t. But deep inside, that ancient anger still simmered, waiting for the day he’d have the strength to answer it.

Rhian stayed down, his arms shaking under his weight. His eyes were fixed on the ground, but his mind burned.

Justin had to die. There was no question, no hesitation in that thought. It was as clear as the air he was still fighting to breathe.

Justin had to die by his hands. Rhian knew he wasn’t strong enough now, but he would grow. He would become strong enough. He had to.

He could feel the weight of what Justin had said, the hatred that had colored every word.

Justin didn’t just see him as an opponent. He saw him as something that needed to be erased. Something that didn’t belong.

Rhian felt that fury settle deep in his chest, like a promise. He knew it wasn’t just about him. It was about everything that had led up to this moment.

The teasing of war between the evolved and the normal carriers was real. It would happen, if it hadn’t already begun.

Justin’s steps faded away as he left the arena. Rhian’s breath finally evened out. He pushed himself up slowly, every muscle aching.

But he didn’t feel beaten. He felt... set. Like a line had been drawn in the dirt, and now he knew exactly which side he was on.

He knew Justin was stronger. But that would change. It had to.