The last thing I remembered was the blackout. I was given a kick by the muscled guy, and I could have sworn that I lost consciousness for a few seconds.
Was that it?
Did I faint?
I touched my head to see if I was still in my right frame of mind.
Yes, I was very much alive. I groaned in pain as I tried to sit, but then in front of me were the three miscreants.
They were kneeling down with their heads bowed. My vision was gone. The system gave me just five minutes top to get my bonus and also address them.
But it was funny. I wasn't some kind of hero sweeping in to save the day. I was a teenager with raging hormones.
This was all about revenge for me, and I have gotten my revenge.
I turned to look at the empty space Jeremiah's father sat on. He must have bailed when the system
