The days that followed the fire were a blur of funerals, tears, and headlines soaked with outrage.Calvin took responsibility for everything.He paid for every funeral. For the coffins, for the flowers, for the burial rites. He ensured every grieving family received not only condolences but support—monthly stipends, medical coverage, and in the case of parents who perished, full educational funding for their children until college. No media outlet reported it. Calvin never held a press conference. He didn’t want applause.He wanted to grieve.But the world wouldn’t let him do it in peace.Online forums, social media feeds, news anchors—all began calling him a “fallen hero,” a “disgraced doctor,” and for some, “a murderer in a white coat.”"Why didn't he protect them if he had powers?""Why was the clinic so easy to burn?""Was this all a setup? Did Calvin stage this?"<

What had started as a lie was quickly unraveling into a strange truth.Hugo had only fabricated the story about Calvin needing to save someone—just to satisfy the cartel boss’s demands and convince Calvin to leave. But as their convoy pulled into the heart of the cartel’s stronghold, Hugo realized with a creeping sense of unease that the boss’s insistence on bringing Calvin had not been a bluff.Not at all.Calvin, Christina, and Hugo were immediately separated from the rest of the crew and led through a long corridor, far beneath the central estate. The guards remained silent, their expressions grave. Surveillance cameras tracked every step. The deeper they went, the colder the air became, and the more Hugo noticed how even high-ranking members of the cartel were forbidden to follow.“This way,” the boss said grimly, taking the lead.They arrived at a heavy steel door hidden behind what looked like a plain wall

It was not a day for peace.That morning, Calvin was summoned personally by the cartel boss. There was no room for confusion in the man’s voice—only steel and urgency.“Ride with me,” the boss ordered. “Stay in the mobile unit. If things go south, you’re our last line of survival.”Without hesitation, Calvin complied. He packed his equipment, activated the system’s portable diagnostic modules, and climbed into the armored vehicle. The air was thick with tension, almost metallic, as though the world itself held its breath for what was about to unfold.A rival cartel had crossed the border.This wasn’t a mere scuffle between street gangs. It was an organized invasion, brutal and calculated, meant to topple the empire Calvin now served as its chief medic. The dangerous nation's cartel was feared across borders, their influence reaching into the highest corridors of power. But today, they were under