Arthur’s expression looked like someone had just spilled rancid coffee on his favorite rug.He rubbed his temples and practically spat, “So, you’re telling me we’re relying on Bernard’s squealing alone to pin the Bolton Family for conspiring with those lowlife Outlaws?”“That’s not gonna fly. I need evidence—solid, inarguable, drop-dead proof.”Davis exhaled, dead serious. “Yeah, we got that memo loud and clear. Just a single confession from that sniveling Bernard wouldn’t hold a candle in court, so we set up a little trap.”“Right after he started singing, the Boltons rushed in to buy a massive load of pills off us—clearly fishy timing, right? So we laced one of them with a Fragrance Tracking Pill, then unleashed our hound Mutant Beast to secretly follow the scent.”“Surprise, surprise: the delivery ended up straight in Outlaw’s filthy hands.”Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “Well, that nails them with suspicion, but suspicion alone doesn’t cut it. The Boltons’ power runs so deep in Miracle

Arthur couldn’t believe his own eyes.How in the world was this tiny so-called “Number One Killing Array” controlling a whole pack of vicious Genetic beasts—and coordinating them perfectly to gang up on him?He sneered, trying to hide his shock. “Alright, you nasty critters,” he muttered, “let’s dance.”No sooner had he braced himself than dozens of beasts lunged in.A monstrous Abyss Bear, a writhing Black Water Armyworm, a shrieking Wither Bird, a spitting Toxic Frog, and a Flaming Snake with scales as red as sin—they all surrounded him in a suffocating ring of drool, claws, and gleaming eyes.Each one was Black Gold rank, each more maddeningly dangerous than the last.Arthur clenched his jaw. He was used to fighting two, maybe three Black Gold beasts at once.But dozens?“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he growled, eyeing their snapping jaws and venomous stingers.“My own treasury is full of these nightmares?” His voice dripped sarcasm. “Fantastic. Best day ever.”With a thunderous Bo

Deep in the southern corner of the King’s Mansion—a wide, open Martial Arts Field—sixty hooded figures had gathered.Usually, the field buzzed with fighters training during the day. But at night? It was a ghost town. Perfect for a secret ritual.In the center of the field, bizarre blue inscription patterns glowed on the ground like a twisted spiderweb of light with fifty people getting bounded.The sixty figures stood in a circle, chanting in an eerie, guttural tone. Their voices rose and fell in unsettling harmony as they poured raw Mana into the inscriptions.A trio of unsuspecting King’s Mansion guards came patrolling from a nearby corridor.They noticed the strange glow and jogged over, curiosity leading them straight to a nightmare.Guard #1 was frowning: “Hey! You lot—who the hell are you? This area’s off-limits at night!”Before they could draw their blades, three black-clothed assassins melted out of the shadows behind them.Pressure points were struck with surgical precision.

The Meerkat Magician froze in his tracks, staring ahead like a deer caught in headlights.Rumor had it that the runic barrier before him could stifle even a powerhouse like Arthur—but was that really true, or just another tall tale?A thunderous roar shattered his doubts. An Abyss Bear lunged out of nowhere, broad as a boulder and twice as mean. Instinct kicked in—he swiped at it with his razor-edged claws.Boom!Claw met paw in a resounding crash, and the Meerkat Magician got flung back like a rag doll. He coughed up blood midair before crashing into the dirt. The impact rattled his bones.“Son of a—” he spat, wiping the blood from his mouth. He’d heard that even Arthur, that legendary brute, tread carefully around an Abyss Bear.Now he had firsthand proof.Too damned powerful.He scrambled to his feet, heart pounding like a war drum. “Retreat!” he hissed under his breath.If Arthur couldn’t handle this weird, overhyped array, then it sure as hell wouldn’t cut him any slack. He was j

The battle for Miracle City raged under a sky blackened by ash and rolling clouds.At the heart of the chaos stood the King’s Mansion, swarmed by an army of small, fiery demons pouring forth from a jagged fissure in the earth.Each demon sprang from gouts of bubbling lava that seeped through that crack, armed with claws and raw malice.Their high-pitched shrieks rattled windows and hearts alike.Yet the defenders stood firm. Guard battalions and family fighters alike roared “Kill!” in defiance, steeling themselves for a desperate stand.Their collective voice thundered across the city, kindling morale. Several Black Gold–rank experts from the DuPont Family led a furious charge, cleaving swaths of demons with each swing.They pressed forward, determined to seal the crack and choke off the demons’ endless reinforcements.From the walls, Lancelot surveyed the battlefield.Relief tempered the edge of his anxiety when he saw the city’s families fighting as one.Soot-stained and weary, he f