Shawn watched the scene before him, his emotions a mix of sadness and frustration. He leaned against the headboard, staying silent for a long while. Only when he was certain that Dean had quietly closed his eyes did he murmur to himself, “Can’t you... trust this bed just a little?”There was no response, only the soft, steady sound of Dean’s breathing coming from the small cabinet.Shawn lay there, tossing and turning, unable to find sleep. Dean’s image kept resurfacing in his mind—the sight of him curled up, head down, in that small cabinet. That vulnerable posture seemed to pierce his heart, each thought like a needle digging deeper. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he pushed the blankets off and got out of bed, moving quietly toward the cabinet.He bent down, peering through the gap in the cabinet door to look at Dean inside. The young man’s brow was furrowed even in his sleep, as if he couldn’t fully relax, not even in the comfort of rest. His head was tilted awkwardly against the cabi
A flash of anger flickered in Shawn's eyes, his lips curling into a sneer as he stepped forward. But just then, Ted tentatively took a step forward to offer help. In that split second, Leo turned and shot him a glance. It looked so sharp and so cutting; it felt like a blade forged in the depths of an abyss, piercing straight into Ted's soul. Ted froze, his breath caught in his chest. The "aura" was beyond his comprehension—an innate power, effortlessly and completely overwhelming him. He stood motionless, unable to twitch a finger, as if the air around him had grown heavy with unspoken authority.As Leo and Dr. Parker pulled Dean to safety, Damon immediately stepped forward, pulling him into a tight embrace. He could barely contain the torrent of emotions rushing within him in that instant. His arms wrapped around Dean, but suddenly, he felt an unsettling lightness—Dean had lost weight, so much so that it was painfully noticeable.He remembered that the Dean from before, though not th
Shawn scoffed, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. "Exactly," he replied coldly. "Since I took him, he’s mine.""Is that what you’re really going to do?" Damon’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, each word laced with a biting edge, radiating an unmistakable pressure."Exactly." Shawn met Damon’s gaze, unflinching, his voice so firm it was almost terrifying. "For Dean’s sake, I had even given up being the boss. No matter the cost, Dean will be mine."Chen let out a mocking laugh before speaking slowly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don’t forget, we haven’t settled the score with you yet. If we were to take your life right now, what would you have left to offer?""Don’t do anything stupid!" Ted couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped up beside Shawn, his gaze darting nervously between the others, trying to appear calm despite the tension in the air. "You’d better stay in line!" he said, his voice firm, though laced with urgency.As soon as Ted finished speaking, Leo su
That person lifted his head, his gaze languid, tinged with a hint of impatience. He rubbed his temple with a hand and murmured, "You’ve arrived. I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while."Dean froze for a moment, instinctively furrowing his brow. "Waiting for me? Didn't you say earlier that you would come to find me? How did it turn into you waiting for me?"The messenger let out a soft grunt, his tone dripping with disdain. "Do you think I can appear whenever I please? I’m a messenger of the afterlife, not your personal assistant. To find you, there are conditions. I need to wait for you to fall into a deep sleep, to answer my summons, and then I have to wait for you to make your way here slowly. I’ve been waiting for three days! Honestly, you humans are so inefficient at even managing to fall asleep. The blow you took didn’t knock you out completely—you were still conscious, barely losing consciousness."Dean paused momentarily, then couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. Thou
Dean’s expression shifted slightly, a flicker of shock appearing in his eyes. His voice trembled as he asked, "So... I ended up like this because something went wrong with your plan?"The messenger sighed and spread his hands in resignation. "Yes, we do bear some responsibility. After all, it was us who allowed your family's strange wishes to be granted, and it was us who provided you with a hope that was beyond your limits."The messenger leaned forward, his tone calm and rational. "Although none of this was our decision, I have to admit that the reborn program we provided did have some flaws."Dean opened his mouth, thinking to argue, but found himself at a loss for words. His mind was in turmoil—anger, helplessness, and a deep sense of guilt all mingling within him. He lowered his head, his voice barely audible. "So... you made a mistake, but everything else is my fault.”The messenger shot him an exasperated glare, his tone now tinged with impatience. "Stop with the self-blame! I
The messenger seemed both amused and exasperated by the question. He smacked the table hard with his hand, letting out a sharp laugh. “Just think of him as an old man with a penchant for drama,” he said, shaking his head with a sigh that spoke of his own predicament. “But his standards for this whole reincarnation business are ridiculously high. It’s making life tough for those of us working under him!”Dean couldn’t help but find it amusing as he watched the messenger's exaggerated expression of grievance.Suddenly, the space around them dimmed, as if the entire world’s power had been abruptly cut off. In the pitch-black void, Dean instinctively held his breath. All that remained was an overwhelming silence, punctuated only by the rapid thud of his heartbeat.Time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, the power returned. A gentle light flooded the room once more, banishing the darkness."You…" Dean stared at the messenger in front of him, nearly falling to the ground in shock.
The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room froze. Leo slapped his forehead, his face twisted in disbelief as he muttered under his breath, "Oh my God."Ted, standing by the door, had gone from relaxed to serious in a matter of moments. He took a few steps forward, his gaze fixed on Dean, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "Dean, no way. You didn't forget about my boss, did you?"Dean turned his gaze toward Ted, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Ted... he's your boss?"Shawn froze at the side, his lips trembling slightly, yet unsure of what to say. Leo's eyes widened, his expression one of utter disbelief as if the situation before him made no sense. Meanwhile, Chen and Damon wore expressions of mixed emotions—disappointment intertwined with a glimmer of hope.The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the steady beeping of the machines, their rhythmic sounds echoing through the air. It was as though the machines themselves were silently reveali
"Because you helped me escape from Benjamin Winston's house," Dean paused for a moment, his voice tinged with guilt, "and because of me, you got hurt..."Dr. Parker's expression froze for a moment before he broke into a light smile. "Oh, so you do remember that I was hit. Now, tell me, do you remember who hit me?"Dean tried to focus, his brow furrowing once more as he searched his memory. He raised a hand to rub his temple. "It’s... the one who trapped me. But who he is, I..." Before he could finish, he suddenly clutched his head, his face contorting with a flash of pain.Dr. Parker quickly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Alright, alright, don’t push it. Don’t force yourself." He paused for a moment, then spoke gently, "Let me tell you, that person was one of the ones you've forgotten—Shawn Hansley. If you can’t remember him now, it’s perfectly normal."Dean lowered his eyes, his voice soft. "I’m sorry, Dr. Parker..."Dr. Parker chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Stop apologizing a
He spoke leisurely, but his tone showed a trace of helplessness. “She even told me to stay away from you. Said a kid like you had no business getting tangled up with people like us… that you'd only end up getting hurt.”Dean fell silent. He could understand Greg’s mother’s concerns—the Golden Eagle Gang’s reputation was well-known. And back then, he had been just an ordinary student… a little crybaby, even.But then Greg’s tone shifted, tinged with pride. “I proved to her that you weren’t a coward, just someone who knew how to endure. Only then did she agree to help me and speak to that old man. And after that… well, the old man took care of the problem.”So that was it. Everything finally clicked into place.Dean finally found his voice, though there was still disbelief in it. “How did you prove it?”Greg chuckled softly. There was an unmistakable laziness in his voice as he drawled, “I had my guys pretend to go after your family. And you rushed out to protect them. That doesn’t exac
Dean was momentarily stunned, then let out a sigh and smiled. “You truly do know a lot.”Robert lazily waved a hand, his tone carrying a hint of indifference. “Go get some rest…”Dean nodded, stood up, and headed for the door. Just as he reached it, he turned back to glance at Robert, a mix of emotions flickering in his gaze. “Uncle Robert, see you later.”Robert watched his retreating figure, the corners of his lips curling slightly. There was a barely perceptible trace of admiration in his eyes. ‘What a good kid.’Just as Dean was about to step out, Robert suddenly spoke. “By the door, on the left-hand shelf, second tier, second from the right—those antique gold-rimmed cups. Take them. They’re yours.”Dean froze mid-step, turning back in surprise. “I can’t possibly accept that!”Robert’s expression remained unchanged, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. “Take them. No refusals.”Dean opened his mouth, wanting to protest, but in the end, he simply walked over to the s
Dean furrowed his brow, a sense of unease creeping up his spine. Something in Robert’s words hinted at layers beneath the surface, as though there were truths left unspoken. His fingers tightened slightly as if trying to steady the flutter of uncertainty in his chest. “Like what? How much do you know? How… how far back does it go?”Robert’s gaze remained steady and sharp as he slowly uttered a name. “I know about what happened between you and Benjamin Winston. Does that answer your question?”The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Dean’s usually composed expression cracked, a flicker of shock flashing across his face. His throat tightened, his pupils narrowing slightly. Almost instinctively, he took a small step back, his lips trembling. “You… how could you know?”Robert’s gaze didn’t waver. He still held that unsettling calm, the air around him thick with a sense of unspoken power. But his voice carried a subtle pressure. “Do you know why that bastard stopped?”Dean’s breath caught
"If we’re going to look into this, someone has to talk to him." Dean’s expression remained calm, but his eyes were unwavering. "I’ll be careful."Greg stared at Dean long before muttering, "Don't trust that old man too easily."Dean gave a nod and then set off on the final stretch of the path leading to the villa. He hadn’t expected anything particularly unusual—until he emerged onto an open clearing and saw a private helicopter approaching. He froze for a few seconds. Good thing he wasn’t afraid of heights, or else he would never have a chance to meet the old man.The helicopter carried him up to the mountaintop, where a team of impeccably trained attendants awaited him. They said nothing, merely bowed with perfect composure and led him forward.It wasn’t until he stepped inside the legendary villa that he truly grasped the scale of its opulence.The corridor alone was dazzling—gilded and magnificent, lined with a carpet so thick and plush that each step felt as if it might swallow h
Greg’s gaze drifted from Chen and Damon back to Ben, his eyes narrowing slightly, a calculating glint hidden beneath his casual demeanor.Ben’s eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and challenge, a hint of resentment flickering beneath his arrogant demeanor. He lifted his chin slightly, his face radiating pride. “Well, young master, I have now proved I’m not the mastermind behind all this.”Shawn’s footsteps approached from a distance, calm and measured as ever. His voice carried a cool tone. “Maybe not for those two matters, but I have something else here.” He walked steadily toward them, his hand gently resting on Dean’s, each step was deliberate, though the weight of the situation seemed to hang heavily in the air.Greg offered a faint smile, his voice laced with a cold undertone. “Your interrogations never seem to stop, do they? You’ve certainly left a trail of misdeeds.” He glanced briefly at Ben, his eyes devoid of pity. “But do you think you can escape this?”Ben’s expression sh
Damon gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark and impenetrable, as they could see straight into Ben’s soul. "That’s right. Now… how about you hand over that little thing you’ve got?" He turned to Greg."This?" Greg glanced at the gun in his hand, hesitation flashing in his eyes. After a tense pause, he forced a grin. "Alright… but don’t touch him there. Leave that part for me."Damon’s eyes gleamed with a cold smile, his voice chillingly casual. "Fine. Then I’ll cripple him first."Ben’s heart sank like a stone, his pulse racing as if his blood were flowing in reverse. He drew a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. "Gentlemen… can’t we talk this through?"Damon’s lips curled into a sharp, almost cruel smile, his eyes filled with disdain. "Sure. I’ll give you one chance to speak properly. Waste it… and there’s nothing I can do to help you." His tone was light, almost indifferent, but it carried an unmistakable weight that crushed the air out of the room.Ben’s
Greg’s uncle caught a glimpse of the simmering intent to kill in Greg’s eyes and finally broke down. His voice trembled uncontrollably, each word drenched in panic. "Young master! It was him! He told me to do it! Please, young master, just grant me a swift end!"Greg turned his head slightly, throwing a glance at his uncle. A cold, humorless chuckle escaped his lips. "Alright. Since you are being so sincere, I’ll deal with him first."He raised his hand, pointing the gun directly at Ben’s most vulnerable spot. The barrel loomed close—too close. Ben stared at it in wide-eyed terror, the last threads of his composure snapping. He collapsed into desperate sobs. "No! Please, no! Young master!""Fair is fair. He’s already been dealt with down there. Now, it’s your turn."Ben broke completely, his voice cracking with raw fear and anguish. "I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! I’m not the mastermind! Neither is your uncle! We’re just pawns! He takes orders from me, and I… I follow the orders
Greg’s eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze toward the man, his expression colder than ice. His voice was calm but laced with lethal intent. “Go on. Keep talking.”The man’s lips quivered before he finally broke down and spoke. “It was me… I waited until she fell asleep, then lit the charcoal to make it look like a suicide…”A heavy silence fell over the hall, suffocating and absolute. For a brief moment, it seemed the truth had finally surfaced—until the man suddenly raised a trembling hand and pointed in another direction. “But it wasn’t my idea! He made me do it! He’s the mastermind!”All eyes followed his finger and landed on Benjamin Winston.Ben, clutching his ribs in pain, still forced himself to stand tall, his voice rising defiantly. “Nonsense! You can’t just spout accusations like that! You can twist the story all you want, but don’t think I’ll sit here and take it!”Greg sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Oh, you’re one to talk. Since when have you ever told the tr
Dean froze for a moment, then gave a small nod, though a deeper storm raged in his heart. He couldn’t deny it—Greg was terrifyingly formidable. His every movement exuded authority, and with just a few words, he could break a person’s will completely. Watching him, Dean couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. This heir to the underworld was far from ordinary—he was a born predator.The tension in the hall thickened like smoke, suffocating and inescapable. Greg’s voice, calm yet commanding, cut through the heavy silence. Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, he looked every bit like a judge presiding over a grim trial. His words carried an air of finality."That’s enough for now," he declared, eyes sweeping over the room. "Now, let’s move on… to the matter of my Aunty Jane."The moment he spoke her name, a chill ran through the room like an icy draft. Ben, still writhing on the floor, weakly lifted his head, his voice barely a croak. "W-What…?"Greg’s gaze dropped lazily to Ben, but his