The Bright Start
Leo strolled through the mall with a bright face, clearly in a good mood.
In his head, he kept replaying what happened during the orientation earlier that morning.
Meeting the Boss
First thing in the morning, when he stepped into the HQ, he saw a familiar face waiting for him.
It was Canelo—the same guy who had interviewed them during the test.
Now, apparently, he was their supervisor. Also the faction boss.
Canelo walked right up to him, tapped him on the shoulder, and said,
“So this is your first day, huh, new guy? Your performance during the test was impressive.
I had a good eye on you.”
Then he looked Leo in the eye and said,
“I’ve got high expectations for you. Keep it up. Don’t let me down.”
He handed Leo his first assignment:
Scout this shopping mall.
Make sure everything’s running smooth.
If anyone stirs up trouble—give them a good beating.
And his partner? Hugo.
Yep. The smoking guy from the test.
Mismatched Partners
So now, here they were.
Leo and Hugo walking side by side through the mall.
Hugo didn’t look too thrilled.
He was muttering to himself:
“I’m a damn warrior.
Why am I stuck in a mall like a stupid security guard?
I should be out there brawling in the streets, not patrolling here.”
Leo glanced at him.
He could sense the frustration.
But honestly? He didn’t care.
Whatever, man.
He was only here for the paycheck.
Breaking the Ice
The air between them got stiffer by the minute.
Even Leo started to feel it.
So he figured he should say something—anything—to lighten the mood.
He looked over.
“Hugo, right? You smoke like all day long, man.
We’ve been walking side by side for a couple hours,
and I swear you’ve gone through like ten packs already.
I mean, aren’t you at least a little worried about lung cancer or something?
Not trying to jinx you, but science says that stuff’s connected.”
Hugo just smirked and said,
“Eh. I’m tougher than that.
Only weaklings get sick that easy.”
The Collapse
Right at that moment, a couple came walking toward them.
The girl was actually kinda pretty—well-groomed brows, mid-length skirt, long legs, and a nice shape.
The guy looked like a total basement nerd—skinny, awkward,
with that pervy little smirk like he just cleared a secret level in a dating sim.
His arm was resting on the girl’s shoulder, but his hand was clearly trying to slide down toward her chest.
The second the guy saw Hugo, his knees buckled.
His arm jerked back from the girl’s shoulder like he touched a hot stove,
and the next second, he collapsed on the floor.
A yellowish puddle quickly spread out beneath him.
The Panic and the Breakup
He let out a panicked scream.
“Oh no! Oh my god! That’s Google!
That’s the… the legendary… badass Google!
What’s he doing here? Please don’t hurt me!”
The girl turned to him with a face full of disgust.
“Are you serious?”
Then, without saying another word, she turned around and walked away—pretty much dumping him on the spot.
He sat there in a puddle of his own shame, newly single and soaked.
Wait, Google?
Leo leaned toward Hugo.
“Wait… did he just call you Google?
From the look on his face, you some kind of monster or something?”
Hugo nodded.
“Yeah. I saw his school uniform—he went to my high school.
Everyone back then knew I was the strongest guy in the whole school.
They all called me Google.”
They walked right past the poor guy without even glancing down.
Google casually turned around and called out,
“Hey, what’s up with you, dude?
Make sure you clean up your mess before you leave this mall, okay?”
The High School Story
Then he started telling Leo about his high school days.
“I was the top dog. No one dared mess with me.
Until one day, four badass students came for revenge.
I had beaten up one of them before.
They lured me out behind the gym—four versus one.”
Leo gave a casual nod.
“Oh… yeah? That must’ve been pretty scary.”
Google shook his head.
“Nah. In a four-on-one situation like that,
you always go for the weakest one first.
Just keep pounding on him until the others back off.
So that’s what I did.
Ignored all the punches and just beat the crap outta that one kid.”
It Got Dark
He paused for a second and lit another cigarette.
“I got severely injured that day.
Was stuck in bed for a whole month—couldn’t even get up.”
He exhaled slowly.
“But that kid—the weakest one?
He died on the way to the hospital.”
Leo stared at him.
“Dude… that’s murder.
You killed someone and they just expelled you?
Weren’t you supposed to go to jail or something?
Like—locked up for life?
Or at least twenty years?”
Google shrugged.
“Turns out, if you know the right people—and pay them enough—
you can get out of stuff you’d never think you could walk away from.
Some of these corrupted cops?
Slip ’em some cash, and they’ll just look the other way.
Sometimes you really can get away with anything.
Like, literally anything.”
He scratched his chin.
“There was this one guy—short, kinda bald. Looked shady as hell.
Name was Chief Grayson.”
He let out a small laugh.
“Probably the most corrupt cop I’ve ever met.
The dude had pockets deeper than the law.”
So That’s Google
After hearing all that, Leo didn’t know what to say.
He always knew the world was dark and absurd—
but this?
Even for him, it was a bit too much.
Leo darted a glance at him.
That was… kinda interesting.
Also kinda boring.
But one thing’s for sure—
Google’s backstory was definitely something.
At least now Leo felt like he understood the guy a little more.
And ever since then, everyone started calling him Google instead of Hugo.
Probably because Leo just kept calling him that in front of everyone—
and over time, nobody even remembered his real name.
They all just figured his name was Google.