Danial rushed towards Johnny who was sitting on his throne. Johnny saw Danial rushing at him and he instinctively took out his gun wanting to shoot Danial on the stop. Danial saw what Johnny was about to do and let out a roar. He released all of the Peak third stage of mortal cultivation and shook Johnny. For once, he never knew that the house that his subordinates trashed belonged to a Martial artist. The gun he was holding fell on the floor. Johnny's knees gave out and he kneeled in front of Danial who arrived in front of him. Johnny said pleadingly " Forgive me sir I didn't know....." Before he could finish his sentence Danial slapped him. Johnny was thrown across the room, half of his face was bloodied and numb. He looked at Danial and raged " You slapped me? How dare you slap me do you know who I am and what I do? I am Johnny Langley the most powerful gangster in the southern district" Johnny tried to stand but realised that he couldn't move his legs. He looked at Danial who wa
Danial kept thinking about whether he should join the Law Enforcement team of Somerland or not. Marshal Barns saw Danial in thought and said " Danial you won't get the chance again, The Somerland Law Enforcement Team have been protecting the streets of Somerland for years and now you have the chance to become one of its protectors. You will be respected and become famous all over the world." Danial replied " Marshal Barns I am not the one who runs behind the fame and the only thing that I care about is the safety of my family" Marshal Barnes's interest was piqued, and he asked " What happened Danial is something wrong?" Danial then proceeded to tell everything that happened. He left out the part where he almost crippled Johnny and almost beat him to death. Marshal Barns listened intently and said, " Danial once you join our organization, I promise you that I will look into this matter." Danial waved his hand and said, " Marshal Barns I appreciate your
Behind Don Albert Natasha was standing while fiddling with her hands. She nervously looked at Danial and greeted " H-h-Hello" Natasha looked shy and delicate but it was enough to captivate Danial. Her presence was unassuming, and one might have easily overlooked her at first glance. But upon closer observation, subtle details unveiled themselves, revealing her understated beauty. Natasha had a slender frame that hinted at gracefulness, her movements carrying a certain lightness as if she floated rather than walked. As Danial's gaze lingered on her, he found himself captivated by the understated charm that radiated from Natasha, igniting a curiosity to unravel the enigma that lay beneath her fragile facade. Danial realised he was staring at Natasha and quickly gathered his thoughts and waved his hands signalling them to come inside. Natasha who was under Danial's gaze was red as a tomato, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and shyness. Albert took the lead and led Natasha to t
Danial stared at the card that Marshal Barns gave him and thought to himself why the location in the card led to an isolated area of the Southerland district. Danial could figure it out. He thought to wait it out and see for himself where the road lead him to.Danial then remembered that he told his mom he would call someone and help her tidy up the house. He was about to call Don Albert when he thought to himself " My mother is already suspicious of my actions and if I call Don Albert it would only make it worse. The best I can do right now is to wait it out until I am finished with the procedures in the Law Enforcement Branch Headquarters and then go help out my mother."As he reached the outskirts of the city the cab stopped and the cab driver said " This is where I will have to stop buddy, I can't go any further."Danial looked outside and saw the military stationed around a gate barded with wires and electrical fences. I nodded at the driver and give him his fee and headed towar
Danial was resting outside the office of Marshal Barns when 2 people passed by him. One was a middle-aged woman with a gorgeous face and her hair tied into a bun. She was wearing a suit that caused people who saw her to shiver. Her face was gorgeous and subtly cold. Her eyes were a shade of light brown which seem to captivate anyone who watched her. In front of the woman was a teenage man walking arrogantly while one of his hands is in his pocket and walking towards Marshal Barn's office. The teenage man had an air that excluded arrogance. He wore a special badge on his shoulder yet his arrogance knew no bounds. As the arrogant teenage man walked ahead, his swagger and demeanor continued to radiate an overwhelming sense of self-assuredness, surpassing even the significance of the special badge adorning his shoulder. His arrogance seemed to know no bounds, unabashedly displaying itself to those around him. Although Danial had no idea what that special badge represented he knew that re
The room fell silent as Agent Thompson and Danial faced each other in the center. The air crackled with tension. Agent Thompson's reputation as a formidable master-level cultivator preceded him, and the knowledge of his prowess sent shivers down the spines of those present. Yet, there was an air of curiosity surrounding Danial, as his unexplained abilities piqued the interest of those who knew of him. On the one hand, was Agent Thompson an officer who dedicated his life to serving and protecting the nation, and on one side was Danial, a newbie who accidentally received the System and his powers grew exponentially. It was a clash of two worlds, a seasoned officer versus a college student who had stumbled upon extraordinary powers. As the spar began, Agent Thompson's movements were precise and controlled, every step calculated and deliberate. He threw a swift jab towards Danial's midsection, his fist cutting through the air like a bullet. Danial, caught off guard by the speed and powe
After the intense duel, Agent Thompson approached Danial with a sense of pride and respect in his eyes. He extended his hand in a congratulatory gesture. "Well done, Danial. You've proven yourself to be an exceptional fighter, and I'm pleased to welcome you to the Special Ops Unit officially," he said warmly. Danial nodded feeling exhilarated and excited, he never thought he would join as an officer in the Law Enforcemet Headquater but also be included in the Highly enigmatic, powerful and secretive Special Ops team. Agent Thompson put his hand on Danial's shoulder and said " Come with me, I will show you the other rooms and different departments you can access as a Law Enforcement Officer." Danial nodded vigorously and followed Agent Thompson after Bidding farewell to his teammates and the grey-eyed man. His name was Lark. Agent Thompson led Danial on an extensive tour of the Law Enforcement Headquarters, showcasing the different sections and departments that Danial could access as
Danial saw his mother entering his room and glanced at her and turned sideways avoiding her. Sophie sighed deeply. She didn't know how to start talking with Danial about his father. Danial had always hated his father for leaving him and his mother at a very young age. She took a deep breath and sat down beside him on the bed, giving him a moment before speaking. "Danial," she began softly, "I know you've always felt anger towards your father for leaving us when you were so young. But there's more to the story that I think you deserve to know." Danial remained silent, but he couldn't help but listen to his mother's words. "Your father, Jason, was a caring and loving man," Sophie continued, her eyes glistening with memories. "When we first met, he pursued me with all his heart. He didn't give up until I agreed to go out with him. He was persistent, but in a way that showed how much he truly cared for us." She paused, gathering her emotions before continuing, "When you were born, he
Santigo leaned back in his chair, the flickering light casting long shadows across the room. His smile stretched wider, full of mockery and malice, as his gaze shifted lazily between Danial, Pavan, and Crystal. "Took you long enough," he drawled, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "I was almost about to start another session with Kuro, but you arrived on time. Tsk tsk, what a pity."Danial’s eyes darted to Kuro, his chest tightening at the sight of his friend slumped over, bruised and barely conscious. Rage bubbled beneath his calm exterior, his fists clenching so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He knew what "session" meant—and judging by Kuro’s state, it was far worse than he’d imagined.Gritting his teeth, Danial stepped forward, his fists clenching at his sides. “What do you want from us, Santigo?” His voice was low but edged with anger. “We’ve never crossed paths. We have nothing to do with you. So why drag Kuro into this?”Santigo waved his hand dismissively as if bru
The trio made their way through the desolate industrial district, their steps echoing faintly against the cracked asphalt and rusted pipes that sprawled across the ground. The Lapanzo Foundry loomed in the distance—a massive husk of steel and concrete, its faded name barely visible on the old factory’s rust-eaten board. Broken windows and gaping holes in the walls stared back at them like the hollow eyes of a corpse, and the air was heavy with a metallic tang mixed with an unexplainable decay that clung to their senses.There were no birds, no stray dogs, not even insects. The silence was unnatural, almost suffocating. Each breath they took felt too loud as if the factory itself might hear them.Pavan looked around, his face pale and his voice just above a whisper. "Yeah, this is the place where I’m going to die."Danial shot him a sideways glare. "No one is going to die." His voice was steady, but his jaw was clenched.Ahead, the board with “Lapanzo” scrawled in faded letters jutted
Danial sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers interlocked and his face stoic, though his mind churned with conflicting thoughts. Pavan, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, threw his arms up in frustration. "Danial!" Pavan snapped, his voice rising. "Are you even listening to me? How can you sit there so calmly when Kuro’s life is on the line? And Crystal—she’s a target too!" Danial finally looked up, his eyes sharp and cold. "Calm? Do I look calm to you, Pavan? I’m just not panicking like you are. If we lose focus now, Kuro’s as good as dead. And if Crystal gets caught in this... it’ll be worse." Pavan stopped pacing, running a hand through his hair. "Then tell me, what’s the plan? What are we doing? Because I can’t just stand here waiting for them to kill Kuro." Danial leaned back, exhaling deeply. "We can’t afford to act recklessly. Whoever this is, they’re not some common thug. They know Kuro’s strength, and they still managed to take him down. That tells me this is pers
Santigo paced around Kuro, his leather boots thudding against the cold, damp concrete floor. The dim overhead light flickered sporadically, casting ominous shadows across the room. The sharp edges of Santigo's features seemed exaggerated in the erratic glow, giving him an almost predatory appearance."Ah, cousin," Santigo drawled, his tone mockingly sweet as he circled Kuro. You look so pitifully tied up like this. I must say, it suits you—a star brought down to earth, groveling in the dirt."Kuro's wrists were bound tightly behind his back, and his legs were shackled to the chair he was forced to sit on. His clothes were torn, and his breath was ragged, but his eyes burned with a fiery defiance that refused to be extinguished.Santigo crouched down to meet Kuro’s glare, his grotesque grin widening. "Tell me, cousin," he whispered, his voice laced with venom, "how does it feel to have the tables turned for once? To be... insignificant?"Kuro’s chest heaved, his breath shallow but stead
Pavan’s hands shook uncontrollably as he processed the words he had just heard. His friend’s life was hanging by a thread, and the weight of the situation bore down heavily on him. His normally composed demeanor was in tatters, replaced by fear and anxiety.Danial, though visibly calmer, felt a storm brewing within. His sharp mind worked through the possibilities, piecing together how this could have happened. Kuro is strong, far stronger than most people realize. For someone to have captured him, this isn’t just about strength—it’s planning, manipulation… or something far worse.Pavan’s voice broke through Danial’s thoughts. “D-Danial, we can’t handle this on our own. We need to go to the authorities, to someone who can—”Danial interrupted, his tone firm but low. “We can’t.” His eyes locked onto Pavan’s. “You heard him. If we go to the authorities, Kuro’s life is the first thing he’ll take.”Pavan clenched his fists, frustration, and helplessness written all over his face. “But… wha
The emissaries from Emsgate couldn’t hide their broad smiles as Tanya descended the arena steps. Their demeanor was almost triumphant, as though Tanya’s victory over Viktor was a personal affront to Somerland. Tanya, however, walked with a quiet pride, ignoring the subtle gloating. Behind her, the terrain of the arena shifted and morphed back to its original flat state, the transformation accompanied by a low rumble.Viktor, meanwhile, trudged down the steps on the opposite side, his head hung low. The sting of defeat gnawed at him, and the weight of representing Somerland felt heavier with each step. In his heart, he felt as though he had disgraced his homeland.Waiting for him near the entrance was his master, a tall man with graying hair. The master’s sharp eyes softened as Viktor approached, clearly burdened. Placing a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, he spoke firmly yet kindly:“Viktor, just because you lost does not mean you failed to prove your worth. Your worth is measured by how ha
Elyisa put her hand into the ballot and took out two folded paper slips. She unfolded the slips with an air of authority. “Tanya from Emsgate and Viktor from Somerland,” she announced, her voice echoing throughout the stadium. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the audience as she reached into the twist and terrain ballot. Unfurling the next slip, she declared, “They will be fighting in a mountainous area. They will have to complete the fight in under four minutes, or both participants will be disqualified.”The crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers and startled whispers.“Four minutes? Is that even enough time for a proper fight in such rugged terrain?” one spectator exclaimed.“And they’ll both be disqualified if no winner emerges? That’s brutal,” another muttered, shaking their head.The tension was palpable as Tanya, seated among the participants, felt a pang of nervousness grip her chest. Her hands balled into fists on her lap as she stared at the giant screen displaying her name
As the first rays of sunlight graced the sprawling Capital, a vibrant energy filled the air. The second day of the Tournament of Sovereign Might had arrived, and the anticipation was palpable. Crowds thronged the streets, surging toward the massive stadium like waves, eager to secure their seats. Yesterday's attendance had been monumental, but today, it seemed to have doubled. Vendors called out, selling snacks and memorabilia, while children tugged at their parents, buzzing with excitement. The tournament fever had gripped the Capital, and all eyes were on the arena.Inside the stadium, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators filled the stands, the din of their chatter building into a crescendo. The VIP sections gleamed with luxury, reserved for the most influential figures in society: the Greatest Families. Clad in their signature styles, representatives from these families arrived in a display of opulence and prestige, each taking their place in the exclusive area.In the Kirk fami
Maria’s fingers gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she stared at her grandfather. Her usual composure wavered, replaced by a mix of shock and unease. It was rare for her to confront Quintan like this, but the stakes had grown too high. She needed clarity, not half-truths or vague reassurances.Quintan tapped his fingers rhythmically against the polished wood of the desk, his expression unreadable as he studied her. Finally, he leaned forward, his gray eyes sharp and piercing.“What questions do you want to ask, Maria?” he asked, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of weariness.Maria didn’t hesitate. She had been holding this in since the mission’s disastrous conclusion. “Grandfather, I want to know what’s going on with the Demonic Cult. Why are we conducting reconnaissance missions on them instead of mobilizing the Gods of War? They would annihilate the cult without a second thought. Why hold back? What is the status of Rowan and Lysandra? And what about Nina?" Her fis