Chapter519 Prime Minister Ulgan followed the security guard into the Victorium guesthouse with measured steps, his expression composed, his posture immaculate. The moment he crossed the threshold of the living room, the atmosphere subtly shifted not with pressure, but with awareness. Authority had entered the room. Gene was the first to react. The newly appointed Commander of the Imperium Port Navy rose immediately, placing a fist over his chest in the formal salute of the Imperium. “Greetings Prime Minister Ulgan,” Gene greeted respectfully. Brad followed suit a heartbeat later. Though he had advanced to half step Celestial, his respect for hierarchy was deeply ingrained. He straightened and bowed slightly. “Prime Minister.” Ulgan inclined his head toward both men, acknowledging them with a faint smile. “Commander Gene. Connel Brad. It’s good to see you both.” Only then did his gaze turn toward Felix.The Prime Minister’s expression shifted subtly, but unmistak

Chapter521 The moment Felix turned away from Krel and led Serena and Christene toward the distinguished seating area, the atmosphere inside Cherrly Restaurant changed completely. It wasn’t subtle. It was explosive. What had begun as whispers turned into a rising wave of murmurs, gasps, and hurried conversations layered on top of one another. Customers leaned over tables, stood from their seats, and openly pointed toward Felix’s retreating back. Phones were everywhere. Someone near the window had already lifted their device high, the camera shaking slightly as excitement overpowered steady hands. “Did you see that?” “That’s the Emperor. The Emperor of Victorium!” “He owns the restaurant?!” “I thought this place belonged to a board!” “No wonder that guy shut up instantly!” A young woman at a nearby table was already speaking rapidly into her phone, her voice hushed but vibrating with thrill. “ I swear I’m not lying, I’m right here, it just happened. The Emperor of Victo

Chapter523 Krel did not leave Cherrly Restaurant through the front door. He couldn’t. The moment Felix and the others departed through the back entrance, the atmosphere outside the restaurant grew volatile. The excited cheers for Emperor Felix mixed with sharp whispers some admiring, others mocking, and a few openly hostile. Krel saw it through the glass panels. People pointing. People laughing. People holding up their phones, clearly hoping to capture him next. His hands shook as he pulled a cap low over his head and wrapped a scarf around his face, disguising himself as best as he could. Gone was the proud manager who once strutted across the dining floor with authority. What remained was a frightened man trying to slip through cracks that no longer existed. He waited. Counted his breaths. Then, when the noise surged elsewhere, he bolted out of the Restraunt. He kept his head down, shoulders hunched, moving quickly through side streets and dimmer transport corridors.

Chapter525 The courtyard of the Victorium Guesthouse was silent. Not the peaceful kind of silence, but the taut, pressurized stillness that came before calamity, like the breath drawn before a storm shattered the sky. Rows upon rows of warriors stood aligned in perfect formation. They wore no ostentatious armor, no exaggerated regalia, yet every single one of them radiated an oppressive presence. Their backs were straight, expressions ironclad, eyes fixed forward as though nothing in the world could make them waver. This was the Crimson Victorium Force.The elite Late stage Supreme level martial arrt practitioners, each one a walking catastrophe in their own right. The air around them vibrated faintly, distorted by compressed martial intent that refused to fully leak out, restrained only by discipline and loyalty. At the forefront stood Luthor, posture rigid, hands clasped behind his back. Around the edges of the courtyard, servants and lower ranked guards lingered at a di

Chapter527 The transition was violent, The moment Felix stepped through the golden gate, all sense of direction vanished. There was no up or down. No light. No darkness. No sound. Only weightlessness. Felix felt as though his body had been stripped from reality itself, suspended in a void where even time hesitated to move forward. His senses, honed beyond mortal limits were momentarily useless. Sight collapsed inward. Sound evaporated. Even the familiar flow of martial energy felt distorted, stretched thin like silk pulled too far. Around him, the members of the Crimson Victorium Force experienced the same.Some clenched their jaws instinctively. Others tightened their grip on weapons that were no longer there. No one screamed. They were veterans. Suddenly, they all felt an impact. Felix’s boots struck solid ground. The sensation rippled outward, followed instantly by the heavy thuds of dozens no, hundreds of elite warriors landing in rapid succession. Knees bent. Stone c