Camelot slammed onto the floor, panting hard, and dragged the back of his hand across his bleeding mouth before staring at Arthur with wild, blazing eyes that betrayed his desperation and fury.“You forced me into this corner, Arthur!” he said, voice trembling with a deranged conviction.“I have nothing left, no path forward, no other choice but to commit this final betrayal.”Arthur tried to summon the faintest spark of Mana, only to discover that every conduit of power in his body had collapsed beneath a vicious toxin, leaving him cold and hollow.Fear and grim understanding flickered across his face.He wanted to purge the poison that clung to his veins, but the poison is too powerful.“Why?” Arthur gasped, straining to breathe while his blood pounded with the relentless spread of venom.“Why would you do this?”Camelot laughed, the sound fractured and echoing with madness, his grin stained red by the blood that made him look like a savage beast.“You think I can’t? I’ll pin your m

Alex found himself walking through a very big building. He knew this was his office on the dimension plane.The place where all humans were assigned their lives. When they died, they would live again—into the life designed or chosen by some elders.Many people just lived, died, and then had another life chosen for them to live again.Everything kept spinning like this.As humans were unable to break the reincarnation cycle, what they called Samsara or karma they would keep living and dying until the end of time.Alex found himself in a massive room.A computer screen stood before him.He was able to pick any life he wanted and send his soul into the story of that life.He looked at the list of stories—it stretched on like the titles of books.Billions of stories.All could be turned into a real life.Then, he realized something.If he kept living, dying, and reincarnating again...Wasn’t he just a prisoner of life?Suddenly, a voice echoed through the air.“The Savior has come to the

Shenny lifted her gaze toward Howard and asked, “What about Camelot?”Howard paused, then spoke with firm resolve, “Secure him a way out of the city and let the Outlaw decide his fate.”“If Camelot proves worthless or valuable, they can choose what to do with him. There’s no harm letting him live, especially now that he’s on the Goldenhart Family’s bad side.”Shenny nodded. “I’ll see it done at once.”Meanwhile, in Sofie’s courtyard, Alex meditates, immersed in his Mana training.A steady glow from the Emerald Crystals flowed into him, pushing him toward the peak of 3-star Gold rank, inching ever closer to 4-star.Emerald Crystals were rare even among Legend ranks, and most Gold-rank experts would never dare use them so lavishly; refinement at such a rapid pace was usually impossible.Yet Alex’s soul realm devoured the influx of power, strengthening the vine rooted there and fueling transformations in both the Phantom and Alpha Wolf Beast genetics within him.A fierce, swirling vortex

Howard exhaled through his teeth, crushing the rage that threatened to spill, and his voice curled across the room like smoke.“No,” he said, every syllable measured, “this maybe a trap—bait for the Bolton wolves—meant to lure us into a sprint, then gut us when we’re off balance. We will not bleed for small stakes when the grand design is at risk.”Richard, blood still on his lip, snapped, “Father, the Hathaways are mocking us! Do you know what the other families will say? We’re the damn Boltons—how can we let them humiliate us like this!”“You useless son! A disgrace to the family—you can’t even handle a woman, and now you dare hide behind the Bolton name?” Howard’s voice was thunder.“The Goldenharts are closing in, we barely have enough men to hold the line, and you cry about pride? Then act like a Bolton—go crush Cassandra and show me your pride means something!”Richard bowed his head, unable to lift it, shame burning through his chest.Howard’s glare could’ve cut steel. “Once we

Howard Bolton, iron-willed patriarch of his clan, still reeled from the sight before him, his pulse hammering with the raw truth that even Arthur himself could never stand this close to roaring magic fire and walk away unscathed. So who in God’s name was this lean, stone-faced newcomer whose skin drank the flames without a blister—had the girl already broken into Legend rank while nobody was looking.Before the hush could lift, Scarlett slid in, feinted a weak guard to lure Douglas forward, then clamped on the man’s forearm, pivoted, and drove a boot so deep into Douglas’s ribs that the crack of cartilage echoed like gunfire.His face flushing green while bile surged up his throat and the breath left him in a wet rattle.Alex watched, lips pinched in cool approval, because Scarlett understood the math of violence—flash a lapse, bait the swing, lock the limb, and unload one merciless shot that could fold any ordinary Black Gold bruiser into useless scrap before he even knew the trap h