Dead?Alexander cast a quick, dismissive glance at the thug with a knife scar on his face, known as Giano, before turning away and handing the honeyed water to Yaser Gabrick. In a hushed tone, he instructed, "Give her the water. No need to bother with these nobodies."Nobodies?Giano's face twisted
After exiting the bar, Alexander zipped away in his Porsche. Within minutes, they were checking into the sleek Lifestyle Hotel."Brother-in-law," Yaser said, steadying the young woman. He fished a phone from her purse, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and scrolled through the contacts before handin
Drake stared at the call from Acela, not picking up right away, lost in thought.His bond with 'Acela' was tangled and tough.Back in his heyday, he had carved out a name for himself in Woolpackton, eventually rising to the top of the underworld's heavyweight division. After years of spilling blood
Grandmasters—a nation's pride and joy.The Regulus Windsur boasted five mighty armies, including the Northern Wyverna Army with its legendary 'One Hundred and Eight War Generals', each being a grandmaster in their own right. They were a force to be reckoned with.In all of Regulus Windsur, there were no more than a thousand grandmasters. It took millions, sometimes tens of millions of ordinary people, to produce just one of those rare grandmasters."You're quite full of yourself."Wilhelm's grip tightened on his sword, his eyes locked on Alexander with a chill of indifference. "You're like a young bull, unafraid of tigers, not knowing the danger. I've ended many brash youths like you."He glanced over at Harry and the others dismissively. "You all wanted Alexander dead, didn't you? However, he just saved Miss Acela and is in Mister Hardy's good graces. I won't bite the hand that feeds."With that, he turned back to Alexander, his voice as austere as steel. "Your recent stunts in Provin
The next morning at 10 a.m., Woolpackton's Grand Garethy Hotel was bustling on its top-floor banquet hall.It was not Ol' Mare's fanciest spot—just a four-star hotel—but with the year-end holidays still in full swing, snagging any room was a win. The holidays were the reason Amber's classmates could
Alexander slipped away unnoticed, and Amber's old classmates were too wrapped up in their revelry to care. They were toasting and laughing, lost in the joy of the reunion. Gael, in particular, was laying it on thick with Amber, egging her on to drink."I've had enough," Amber protested.The clock wa
In the hallway outside the VIP room, Gael called out, "Amber!"Gael raced toward Amber, his face flushed with heat and his eyes blazing with unmasked desire. "It's just us now, so let's cut to the chase."Do you dream of the Chesire family making it big in Province Town? It's a cutthroat place, and
At the corridor's end, Amber's face was a mask of despair.Gael had her cornered against the wall. She was a mix of tears and screams, fighting back with all she had. Gael, with eyes like fiery coals, kept puckering his lips, nearly planting them on her neck time and again."Amber, just give up, you
"Kill!" As Alexander stepped onto the Empyrean Slope, a monstrous wave of killing intent crashed into his mind."Hmph, you think you're the only one fierce?" he muttered coldly, unleashing his own killing intent to counter the assault.He was the Temple Lord Kane, a man who had tread through mountai
At Battleforge Summit, a place where peril lurked at every turn.As the group continued their ascent, they lost a few more members. The ancient battlefield was riddled with deadly traps and poisonous remnants. The pools along the way harbored creatures so aggressive, it was clear they were not of mo
"Ah…" Alexander yawned, waiting patiently. Without a proper map, he would probably take half a day searching for directions. Battleforge Summit, though seemingly small, had a complex terrain.Time was slipping away, and Maxwell and Crimson Wyrm Master finally reached an agreement. The two-meter-wide
Early in the next morning, Maxwell's group of 40—the weakest among them a Lord of War—gathered quietly by the lake at the back of a mountain, somewhere in Shielded Valley. They stood in silence, their expressions grave.Though many had never ventured to Battleforge Summit, they had all heard of its
"Enemy attack!"Brenda sprang to her feet, drawing her sharp blade. Tensions had been high lately, and everyone's nerves were on edge."Perfect timing! I've been waiting to kill him sooner or later!"Alexander's killing intent surged, and his battle spirit ignited.Crimson Wyrm Master was destined t
As soon as Alexander asked the question, a heavy silence fell over the chamber. The three Guardians exchanged uneasy glances, but no one uttered a word."Never mind if you don't want to say anything, I'm just curious," said Alexander, sitting down cross-legged and closing his eyes to heal his wounds
"As you wish!"Crimson Wyrm Master channeled a furious surge of power into his spear, standing firm as he built up his momentum. Having fought to this point, he knew he had to unleash his most devastating attack."Here it comes!"All eyes were locked on the impending clash, each person holding their
"You fool! Don't think you'll be the last one laughing!"The Second and Third Guardians charged forward, joining forces to deflect Crimson Wyrm's relentless assault. Even with their combined strength, they could barely withstand a few moves."Do you really think we're without reinforcements?" roared
"Heh. I wouldn't dare accept your gift!" Maxwell scoffed, his voice steady despite the looming battle. Politeness had no place in this confrontation."Oh, but I'm sure you'll appreciate it," sneered Crimson Wyrm Master, his eyes gleaming with malice as he pointed at Darko, who lay crumpled on the gr