Howard charged forward like a raging storm, his powerful strides sending dozens of warriors from the Goldenhart and Hunt Families sprawling helplessly aside, bones cracking and armor shattered.In Miracle City, his strength ranked third—only beneath the legendary Clark and Arthur—and with Arthur absent, no one could halt Howard’s fury as he smashed through the siege, guiding the Bolton Family warriors toward freedom.Pursuers from the Goldenhart and Hunt Families poured from the hall like enraged hornets, blades flashing and screams echoing, turning the courtyard into a battleground seething with chaos.Lancelot sprang upward, rushing toward the Thousand Beast Array—once activated, it would spell the end of the Boltons’ escape.But before he could reach it, three shadowy figures, Black Gold rank elites, exploded from the darkness toward him.Seeing Lancelot fail to reach the array, Alex bolted forward, determined to take his place.Howard’s eyes blazed with murderous fury as he locked

Howard’s heart lurched violently at the sight.If Van escaped, he was finished. Panic surged through him, adrenaline burning in his veins.He shoved Scarlett aside with a desperate, savage strength and sprinted toward Van, screaming, “Wait! Don’t leave me!”Arthur’s jaw tightened. Losing face as king was unthinkable."Stop him!" he roared.Boom! Boom! Boom!Van’s magic blast hurtled toward Arthur, erupting into a series of violent explosions on impact.Amidst the chaos, Alex’s eyes snapped open within the heart of the Thousand Beast Array.The connection between the first and second arrays was complete.His voice cut through the air, cold and absolute. “You think you can leave without my permission?”The atmosphere thickened, solidifying into an unseen cage.Five black gold rank beasts materialized without a sound, encircling Van.They were trapping Van exactly where he stood.Van recoiled, disbelief and rage twisting his features.“Low rank beasts!” he snarled.He tried to break throu

Inside the underground heart of the Outlaw’s main fortress, Eunuch doubled over, blood erupting from his throat and spilling violently onto the cold stone floor.“A whole damned week!” he spat bitterly.“And there’s no sign this cursed wound’s ever gonna heal!”He had climbed to legend rank, thinking himself invincible, untouchable—until that young bastard, Alex, activated some wickedly mysterious array, smashing him so savagely that now he could barely muster strength at an early Black Gold rank.Fury darkened Eunuch's eyes as he glared at his handsome young secretary.“Tell me, boy, what the hell is happening outside?”The secretary’s voice trembled as he reported, “Our spies from Miracle City say the king and noble families are still scrambling, desperately plugging the holes left by the Bolton family massacre. They're burying warriors by the dozen. Funerals fill their days; they're tightening defenses, terrified we might strike.”Eunuch laughed coldly, tasting blood again.“Van’s

Pain.Brutal, unbearable pain—like a bullet splintering bone and ripping through flesh.Alex's dream shattered instantly. The whispers and colors vanished, replaced by white-hot agony stabbing through his skull, relentless as an outlaw’s vengeance.He tried to twist free, claw his way awake, but his body was rigid—paralyzed, trapped beneath an invisible weight.I’m still dreaming, he thought desperately, panic clawing at his chest.Maybe I’ll open my eyes and realize it’s all just another cruel illusion.But the pain was too raw, too sharp—too real.Focus. Just wake up.Each thought slipped through his mind like dust kicked up by desert wind.He drifted, helplessly spinning in a storm of chaos.My head hurt so bad?Am I dying?I need to wake up—now!Slowly, the agony dulled into a brutal, throbbing ache.With sheer will, Alex forced himself upright, gasping like a man dragged from deep water.His blurred vision slowly cleared, revealing a luxurious, beautifully furnished study.He was

“A gift?” Michael Dunsmore burst out laughing, the sound sharp and cutting, echoing through the garden.“Who the hell do you think you are, Alex? Last I checked, you barely had two miserable villages scraping by on dirt and despair. You've borrowed so much money these past two years, I'm amazed you can still afford your own damn underwear!”Michael’s cruel laughter was shared by the surrounding crowd.His confidence was bolstered by the knowledge of his family's immense wealth—the prestigious Dunsmore clan controlled four prosperous villages, making Alex's poverty an easy target.Though Michael stood next to Olivia, his fiancée, his eyes lingered hungrily on Ophelia D’Arcy.Her radiant beauty eclipsed Olivia's entirely, and it burned him deeply to see such perfection bound to someone as worthless as Alex.Two years prior, Ophelia had fallen gravely ill, her delicate life hanging by a thread.It was Alex who stepped in, with knowledge unknown to others, and saved her life.In gratitude