*****Xavier’s tone was so relaxed, so lazy, and almost careless that it was as though he were explaining why the sky was blue… not why a man who had been bedridden for twenty-five years was currently radiating enough power to vaporize bones.“His soul,” he continued, folding his hands behind his back, “has been housing and cultivating another soul for nearly thirty years, to the extent that the other soul had developed sentience.With this said, he paused deliberately, letting his words settle.Then his gaze swept across all faces. However, apart from Sage Myron, who gritted his teeth, and Cassandra, who clenched her fists tightly, the others looked utterly lost, clearly not understanding him.But Xavier wasn’t even the slightest bit bothered.“So,” he went on, unhurriedly shifting his gaze toward the fragile man, whose terrifying aura was now gradually stabilizing, the violent fluctuations now slowly smoothing into controlled currents, “when I shattered that parasitic soul…”

*****At this moment, the nearly forty-year-old Malcolm looked less like a dignified adult and more like a teenager being bullied by his elder sister.He had always behaved like an overgrown youth more than his actual age… this much was true.But right now?He had fully regressed, his eyes red, sniffling, and clutching his assaulted ear like it had survived a war crime.If a passerby were to hear the commotion at this moment, without seeing the scene, they would assume Cassandra was bullying a sixteen-year-old, not a man approaching middle age.Even Sage Myron couldn’t help the faint twitch at the corner of his lips.Malcolm cried so dramatically that it eventually stopped being a performance, a real expression of pain surfacing on his face.His ear had indeed suffered.Fortunately for him, salvation arrived a minute from being too late“Do you intend to tear your brother’s ear off entirely?” their mother asked helplessly, stepping forward and prying Cassandra’s fingers away

*****Xavier had not anticipated something like this, so he stared at the kneeling patriarch, momentarily speechless when suddenly…Thud!Thud!!Thud!!!Three more bodies dropped to their knees.“Sir, please accept our family as your servants!”“Sir, please allow us to serve you wholeheartedly!”“Sir…!”Ellen, Malcolm, and Cassandra cried out, their voices loud, clear, and sincere.It contained not even the slightest tinge of hesitation, reluctance, or calculation. Only gratitude and conviction.Witnessing this, Xavier’s mouth further fell open.“This…” he repeated, genuinely having no idea how to respond or react.Then there was Lyria…Apart from Xavier, she was the only one still standing at this moment.She stared at her kneeling family… her grandfather, grandmother, uncle, and aunt, all of them kowtowing to Xavier, offering themselves as servants.It was so… unexpected.Before Lyria even processed what was happening, her heart had already begun to pound violently

*****Currently on the bed, Paul, who had not stirred even once in the past twenty-five years, who had instead lain there all that time like a lifeless shell, was finally moving.Another faint, weak, and raspy groan slipped from his throat… the sound of a voice that had not been used in decades.Then, at last… his eyes, which had remained shut for nearly three decades without so much as a twitch, trembled, and then cracked open.The movement was unsteady, slow, and fragile, seemingly belonging to someone finally finding his way to consciousness after being struck unconscious.His eyelids fluttered repeatedly, opening and closing two… three times before they finally managed to remain open.Even then, his gaze lacked focus, looking hazy and disoriented, as though the world itself had changed while he slept and his mind needed time to catch up.Witnessing this, none of the Myrons reacted.They remained kneeling on the ground, frozen in place, staring with such intensity that it s

*****For more than twenty-five years, Sage Myron had done everything… every single thing humanly possible and far beyond to wake his son.He had even committed acts he once would have condemned without hesitation, crossed moral lines he had sworn never to approach, and sacrificed pride, reputation, and even pieces of his own conscience in pursuit of a miracle that never came.For twenty-five years, he had prayed desperately for a miracle.For twenty-five years, he had dreamed of this exact moment.And now…Although Xavier had already assured him that Paul would awaken anytime soon, and he had believed with all his heart, belief was very different from reality.Nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming impact of seeing his son standing before him alive.At that moment, Sage Myron truly looked like a man on the verge of both mental and physical collapse.Father and son stared at one another, trembling violently, and tears falling freely from both sides, the emotiona