Chapter 660 For a time after Luthor’s declaration, the deck did not fall silent again, instead it filled with overlapping voices, low at first, then gradually louder as the reality of Serena’s transformation settled into everyone’s minds, their shock evolving into curiosity, awe, and restless excitementMariel was among the first to speak openly, her eyes still wide as she stepped closer, circling Serena once with unconcealed amazement before letting out a breath“Wow… so this is the power of someone chosen by the world,” she said, shaking her head slowly, her voice filled with disbelief and admiration, “to ascend into the heavens in a single step… this is beyond anything I have ever seen”Her words drew murmurs of agreement from those around“It’s not just fast… it’s unnatural…”“No, it’s divine…”“The world itself acknowledged her…”“Does that mean she can keep growing like this…?”Speculations spread quickly, each more exaggerated than the last, yet none could be easily dismi

Chapter 662 In the grand hall of the Imperial Palace, silence spread like a shadow that refused to liftThe servants who had moments ago rushed about with urgency now stood frozen where they were, trays suspended mid-air, scrolls half-unrolled, footsteps halted as if the very ground beneath them had stolen their will to moveAt the center of it all stood John VictoriumOr rather What remained of his composure“…unfair…”The word slipped from his lips, barely audible, his voice no longer carrying authority but something fragile, something worn“…this is… unfair…”He shook his head slowly, his gaze unfocused, staring not at the room, not at the servants, but somewhere far beyond, somewhere only he could see“This… should not happen to him…”His hand lifted slightly, trembling, as though reaching for something invisible“My son… not him…”His voice grew uneven, breaking at the edges as he continued speaking, not to anyone in particular, but to himself, to the emptiness that had sudd

Chapter 664 The return to the Imperial Palace did not end with celebration, it settled instead into order, into quiet movement, into a rhythm that felt almost too calm after everything that had happenedThe Crimson Victorium force dispersed first, their discipline unchanged even under grief, each member peeling away from the main grounds and returning to their assigned quarters within the vast structure of the palace, their armor still carrying the marks of travel, their expressions subdued, their conversations minimalThey did not need to speakEach of them carried the same weightThe guards and attendants who had come from the other continent were received next, ushered into the palace complex with efficiency and respect, assigned temporary duties, given accommodations, their presence acknowledged not as outsiders but as those who had walked alongside the Empire’s Emperor in his final daysServants moved through corridors and open halls with renewed urgency, quietly reorganiz

Chapter 666 The convoy from the Scott mansion moved swiftly through Malta City, its engines cutting through the heavy silence that lingered inside each vehicle, the usual elegance of the streets passing by unnoticed as grief dulled every senseNo one spoke muchEven the city itself seemed quieterAs if the news had reached even its stonesInside the lead car, Madam Elizabeth Scott sat upright, her posture firm as always, yet her hands rested tighter than usual on her cane, her gaze fixed ahead though her mind was far awayThe television broadcast still echoed in her thoughtsThose wordsColdFinalThen Her phone rangShe glanced downHer expression shifted slightlySerenaWithout hesitation, she answered“Serena…”Her voice softened immediately, the sharp authority she carried replaced with warmthOn the other end, there was silence for a momentThen a quiet breath“Grandmother…”The single word carried exhaustionGriefWeightMadam Elizabeth closed her eyes briefly“…I heard

Chapter 668 Felix felt it before he saw it. The space around him began to distort, not violently, but in a slow and almost imperceptible manner, as if reality itself was loosening its grip. The smooth metallic walls of the advanced chamber flickered faintly, their glowing patterns stretching and bending like reflections on disturbed water. The hum of unseen machinery gradually faded, replaced by a dull, distant murmur that grew clearer with each passing second.The light shifted. The cold blue glow of the chamber softened into a warmer tone. The polished floor beneath his feet seemed to ripple, its perfect surface breaking apart into fragments of something more familiar. The air itself changed, losing its sterile stillness and becoming heavier, filled with subtle sounds whispers, movement, the scratching of something against a surface. Felix blinked. When his vision stabilized, the transformation was complete.He was no longer inside the futuristic chamber.He stood in the middle