Just as the twins wondered what to do, Xander thought for a moment before asking Benedict, "Where are they? Here?"Benedict suppressed his fear and replied, "A little bit further."Xander stretched his hands forward. Upon coming into contact with Angie, he could see the twins before him. Abbie was particularly looking at him shyly.Paggie once said ghosts didn't exist; only guilt would trick one into believing it. Growing up in the village, he had heard various stories from his household.However, Xander wasn't concerned about any kind of soul. All of them were Farshyans. Xander's sister would be about the same age as them if she were still alive. Since he arrived there, he rarely had any relatives visiting him.However, he would often dream of his sister, but he woke up to the sound of gunfire and bombs."Don't be scared. If you guys are hungry, I'll go and take a look to see if there is any canned food we managed to seize." Xander turned around.Angie didn't touch him, only
"Is this the main point?" Evander didn't understand Ingrid's thoughts.Ingrid said excitedly, "Of course, this is the main point. I want to know who she is in real life. Once she comes back, I'll ask for her number."She's way too capable, you know. Even our lecturer can't be exactly sure about the herbs' proportions. She must be someone renowned in the medical field!" Ingrid admired Aria a lot.However, Astrid was still displeased. "If she's as capable as you say, she wouldn't have kept herself hidden. We've already introduced ourselves when we came here. What about her? She didn't say a word and lectured us the moment she arrived."She's nowhere to be seen now. Plus, do you think she's a good person by how she can order ghosts around?"Astrid didn't dare to say this before Aria, so she could only complain behind her back. "Perhaps she's too scared to show her face in real life. That's why she's acting so high and mighty now that we're living in the past."Well, now that the her
Aria's confidence grew as she ventured deeper into the woods. Everywhere within the manifestation, personal burdens were woven into the fabric of reality, distorting the environment and affecting all who entered. These abnormalities could only be controlled by heroic spirits.A popular saying on the internet warned that anyone wary of encountering ghosts should visit Martyr Cemetery—where evil spirits dared not venture.Heroic spirits had protected civilians during wartime, and they continued their watch even in death. Their power was such that, with a weapon in hand, enemies became nonexistent.Aria eyed the abnormalities, then glanced at Simon. "Can you handle this?"Simon replied flatly, "It doesn't affect me, but you might be vulnerable. Humans have their seven deadly sins. I'm sure you have a weakness. If your dark side surfaces, nobody will leave this manifestation alive."Aria raised her phone, snapping a picture of the terrain and enemy troops. She grinned. "You know, befo
Once Aria made a decision, there was no turning back. As the beast of fortune, Simon could avoid many misfortunes, making it safest for him to return with the photos of the enemy's base. However, Simon's mind lingered on Aria. They were both from Southbury, and she was the only person besides David, who had never demanded anything from him after saving his life. Simon had always believed he was nothing more than a mere human, not some fabled beast of fortune.He had been taught that every citizen held a duty to their country in times of crisis. So, he decided to form a pact. When a beast of fortune offers protection to their chosen, it sends shockwaves across the land and even underground, resonating with all.Aria, the protectee, looked up in stunned silence.This pact was different—its power wasn't merely personal. It carried the weight of a nation's rise. By initiating the pact, Simon would cast blessings throughout Farshya. In doing so, he would alleviate his burdens, while Ar
The man wearing a robe lowered his arm. He had a sinister look on his face. "Stop the fight. Wait until the beast of fortune leaves before continuing."The Krowonian soldier felt a surge of irritation at the endless stream of superstitious nonsense Morlock Grimalkin was spewing. "We're at war. I'm sure the Farshyans know that the battlefield is everchanging. We can't afford to delay any opportunities.""I understand that. However, the fortune is now on their side. A reckless attack could lead us astray in ways we cannot predict."Morlock turned, revealing a deep scar etched across his brow. His face, sharp and unkind, carried the harshness of his words. High cheekbones jutted like blades, and his piercing eyes glimmered with malice.It was said a person's features could reveal their nature, and Morlock embodied that belief. Yet, Darius favored such individuals. He saw them not as men of principle but as tools, driven by personal gain—tools he could wield to his advantage."What sh
It was one thing if this was the Beast of Fortune's own intention—but what if someone else was manipulating it? Morlock's gaze darkened. He had to find the culprit. The Beast of Fortune should belong to him!Just as Morlock was about to leave, Darius stopped him, "Mr. Grimalkin, some of my cowardly soldiers claimed they keep hearing cries from fortune-tellers. Do you have a way to deal with it?"Morlock sneered. "They're still making a commotion even after death. Take this talisman. My fellow peers sure never knew what was good for them."Darius immediately gestured for his subordinates to take the talisman. Darius was quite cautious around Morlock. He never forgot why Morlock's peers had their guard down. It was all because of Morlock's betrayal. These thoughts never left his mind.Morlock came to Darius during the night. He was exactly what Darius thought Farshyan fortune tellers would look like—eerie and unpleasant.However, Morlock's proposal was too tempting. He said he cou
There was no way the Cerulean Dragon would change its master without Landon's permission. He was not like Chaos, who would obey anyone who fed him. The Cerulean Dragon was the smartest among the Four Perils. It was proud, and thus, it was difficult for him to yield to any human. Although the Cerulean Dragon might have swapped owners willingly, it had to endure a thunderstrike from the heavens as a punishment. However, there was no thunderstrike or punishments of any sort. It seemed like the heavens were celebrating—the Divine Clouds shimmered brilliantly.The crow circled above, observing the extraordinary scene. After all, it wasn't every day that such joyous celebrations occurred in both the Heavens and the Netherrealm.The crow decided it was better than Landon being hot-headed and hosting a grand wedding. Compared to that, gifting a beast of fortune and invoking divine fortune seemed perfectly reasonable.In the depths of the Netherrealm, the air stirred with the crow's fl
There were no surveillance cameras in this era, so Aria didn't have to worry about being discovered. At the heart of the camp, the patrolling guards were far more alert.Snipers were usually stationed at high points, lying in wait, so Aria needed to identify every blind spot carefully.This required careful observation, but Aria had a solid grasp of the soldiers' routines. Those with a keen understanding of military operations knew that patrolling schedules, though predictable, adhered to a strict schedule. By cracking their routine, Aria spotted her opportunity to infiltrate the team during the handover.Aria moved discreetly as the soldiers exchanged their covert signals, pulling the last soldier out of the line without drawing attention.The darkening sky made it easy for her to take action. She quickly changed into his uniform and blended into the squad without anyone noticing.She even left behind a Krowonian traditional outfit beside the young soldier. Aria didn't leav
"I've got a way to handle the Chamber of Commerce," Aria said.There was no way she would let someone this elderly worry about her affairs. Besides, joining the Chamber of Commerce would be easy for her. After all, she was one of the few angel investors around.Only Harry and a select few knew this about her. The rest of the world was oblivious.Even Warren had never imagined that his young granddaughter could be an angel investor.If this information were to spread, it would sound downright unbelievable.But that was just the kind of person Aria was. Her ability to rake in money was top-notch, and her business acumen was unmatched.What started as a whim to try her hand at investing ended up making her an angel investor almost by accident.If the elite families in the Chamber of Commerce ever learned about this, they would stop ridiculing Aria for not understanding venture capital. After all, some of their companies might very well have Aria as a stakeholder.While they relied
Sam sat in the passenger seat, his legs propped up, balancing a small laptop on them. The data on the screen kept scrolling, and the brighter it glowed, the brighter his eyes became. He turned to Aria and gave her an "OK" hand gesture."All done!"Aria's lips curled into a faint smile. "As expected, being in the same area makes things much faster."No one knew that this high-speed drive had achieved more than it seemed.Every device in the Draycott family that could connect to the internet had been synced to Sam's laptop.If the Draycott family loved spying on others so much, then it was time for them to taste their own medicine."Next, we're heading to the old Carver residence."Aria hadn't forgotten the final wishes of her great-great-grandfather. Her trip to Ludwiten was all for that newspaper hidden in the manifestation.What was so significant about it that her great-great-grandfather would go to such lengths to send her the message?She hoped to uncover something in the
Inside the medispa, the murmurs of conversation started up again.However, Priscilla couldn't pretend that nothing had happened. The words from her old friend earlier were like a thorn in her side.Fiona was always so good at seducing people! Didn't she realize how many kids she already had? Yet, she was still throwing herself at others.The more Priscilla thought about it, the darker her expression became. She couldn't wait for the Grisham family to collapse!Did Fiona really think that returning to Ludwiten would let her act like before?It seemed that unless she taught Fiona a proper lesson, she would never learn to behave.Leon's refusal to endorse their medispa was already infuriating enough. It was such an ungrateful move!She was determined to see how Fiona would beg her for help once Clyde had no one left to treat him.Priscilla was scheming, but she didn't realize that the Grisham family had already formally rejected the Draycott family's offer of "cooperation".This
Sam was still craving food. The moment he heard the words "snake meat," he even stopped working and nodded earnestly.Aria paused briefly, then opened her phone and searched on Google for what the Four Perils liked to eat most. The search results were incomplete, so she turned to her knowledgeable fiancé for advice.His reply came quickly, just one straightforward word. "Dragons."She expected this.She felt a sense of relief and patted Sam's little head. "Good thing I didn't bring you upstairs. Alright, we're switching cars. You're coming with me to find something."Switch cars? Sam's face was full of confusion.Just then, a brand-new Lamborghini, nicknamed the Bull, pulled up at the hotel.Its exterior was strikingly sleek. Everything about it, from the headlights to the rear wings, screamed cool.When Sam saw it, he got excited. His babyish face lit up with pure mischief, as if the words "Let's cause some chaos!" were written all over it.He knew Aria's style better than an
After returning to the hotel, the first thing Aria did was tell her mother about what had happened at the Grisham residence today.When Fiona heard this, she couldn’t even sit still. "How could your grandfather’s health suddenly deteriorate like this? Was it a medication error? Or something else?"Aria could tell her mother was anxious. She comforted her, saying, "Mom, don't worry. Grandpa will be fine. The medicine is already on its way. I want to talk to you about the misunderstanding between you and him from before."Also, after you recovered, you clearly wanted to return to the Grisham family several times, but it seems like neither Grandpa nor my uncles knew anything about it. This isn't just the Draycott family's doing. There must be others meddling behind the scenes, too."Lowering her gaze, she continued, "Come with me tomorrow afternoon to the Chamber of Commerce. We'll enter separately. You can use the invitation, and I'll find another way to get in."Fiona, who had alre
Waymond immediately asked, "What about that doctor who came today by mistake? Can she really cure your illness?"He worried that his father might be putting on a show just to get rid of Cecil."Of course she can." Clyde smiled. "She did impersonate Dr. Woody's assistant, though I'm not sure why she felt the need to do so. But that child must have her reasons."Eamon sensed something unusual. "Dad, you seem to trust this doctor a little too much. Earlier, you wanted to say something but didn't want to in front of others. What is it?""That's right. What I wanted to say is that I've known this young lady for a very long time."Waymond was puzzled. "You've known her for a long time?""Didn't I tell you before? Back when the infectious disease outbreak happened, I went to donate supplies. There was a little girl who gave me a few pills. It was because of those pills that I didn't get affected."Clyde chuckled. "If you think about it, she's already saved my life once before."Eamon
"The entire team of doctors at our hospital diagnosed Clyde's condition. It's not something that can be cured so easily. Even if it's traditional medicine and acupuncture, the practitioner should at least have a recognized reputation. Mr. Grisham Senior, may I ask, did this person say who they were?""No," Clyde replied, fixing his gaze on Cecil with a sharp look that carried the imposing air of someone in authority. "However, from this conversation, I've come to realize something."Your Saint Mary's Hospital is living up to its name a little too well. Hospitals are meant to save lives, yet from the way you're talking, it seems like you'd prefer I didn't recover."Cecil's face turned pale as he scrambled to explain, "Clyde, that's not what I meant. It's just that the CT scans show…""CT scans? All you do now is rely on machines to decide whether a patient lives or dies. I remember the hospital's original mission statement. 'We do not determine life or death. We strive to save every
Eamon found it strange. His father's attitude was unusually calm, as if there was something else he wanted to say. Regardless of the situation, it was best to let Cecil do a follow-up examination first.However, half an hour later, Cecil's expression visibly turned strange. He double-checked with his stethoscope, listening again.The noise in the lungs had noticeably decreased, and Clyde's breathing wasn't as labored. On top of that, the infection seemed to have subsided.What was going on?Eamon noticed Cecil's expression and assumed the worst. "Dr. Woody? Has my father's condition worsened?""Worsened?" Before Cecil could respond, Clyde, relaxed as ever, chimed in, "It should be the opposite. My symptoms have improved, isn't that right, Dr. Woody?"Cecil instinctively nodded but then realized both of the Grisham brothers were staring at him.Opening his mouth, he couldn't bring himself to lie and instead opted for a safer response. "Mr. Grisham Senior's condition is indeed bet
Waymond paused for a moment, his eyes blank with confusion. If it weren't for the fact that the sky wasn't fully dark yet, he might have thought he was dreaming.What was going on here?Clyde was meditating but stopped when he heard hurried footsteps outside the door. Looking up and seeing his son, he wiped the sweat from his brow and asked, "What's got you in such a rush?"By this time, Eamon had also arrived. He didn't understand why his younger brother was in such a panic and turned his gaze to the side to observe.Waymond, having calmed his breathing, didn't immediately bring up the matter of the doctor. Instead, he asked, "Dad, wasn't your body weak, with no strength in your limbs? How are you suddenly able to meditate now?""I've recovered, of course," Clyde said cheerfully, clearly in a good mood. "I'm feeling pretty strong today."Waymond frowned. "Recovered? Dad, let me tell you something. The doctor who treated you just now wasn't Dr. Woody's assistant. She deliberately