Among them all, Whitney was the only one who never doubted Adam for even a second. She had witnessed his terror firsthand—the kind that crushed pride and shattered faith. In her eyes, even divine grandmasters were nothing more than fragile figures standing before an unstoppable force. If Adam decided someone would die, then death was inevitable.Lord Venom, Gina, Dante, and the others were not blind to the danger. They all knew this operation bordered on madness. Storming a wedding guarded by the full might of the Celestial Nexus was no different from marching straight into a meat grinder. Yet not a single one of them hesitated.They followed Adam because they believed in him—or perhaps more accurately, because they feared the consequences of standing against him.Lord Venom mobilized dozens of his elite subordinates, reinforced by the forces once commanded by Lord Hammer. Gina gathered her own troops and took charge of the men formerly loyal to Hades, her expression grim but resolute

“Jago family?” Gunther frowned slightly, then his eyes widened in realization. “Which one? Don’t tell me it’s the Jago family from Seachurn?”“Yes,” Francesca confirmed. “It’s Sasha Jago—the eldest daughter of the Jago family.”Gunther’s expression instantly shifted. Any trace of impatience or lust vanished, replaced by eagerness and caution. “Then we can’t afford to be rude,” he said briskly. “Come. Let’s welcome our guest properly.”Without asking for Tessa’s consent, Gunther grabbed her wrist and pulled her along as they headed downstairs.The grand hall of Storm City Hotel was already bustling with guests, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. But the moment Gunther stepped inside, his gaze locked onto a single figure.Sasha Jago.She stood near the center of the hall, effortlessly commanding attention without saying a word. Her beauty might have fallen just a fraction short of Tessa’s ethereal elegance, but it was still breathtaking—refined, noble, and rare. More than her looks,

“That bastard Adam sure has a talent for surrounding himself with beautiful women,” Gunther sneered, swirling the wine in his glass. “But what does it matter? In the end, every woman he touches becomes a benefit to me.”He leaned back in his seat, lips curling into a lecherous grin.“Go to the Bailey family and the Montclair family. Bring those women here—alive and unspoiled. I want to enjoy them slowly.”“Yes, sir!” Nathaniel answered without hesitation, bowing deeply before turning and leaving at once.Once, Nathaniel had stood shoulder to shoulder with Gunther—equals in status and strength.But those days were long gone.Since Gunther had seized control of Supreme Nexus and ascended as its new master, his power had expanded at a terrifying pace. With every breakthrough, the gap between them widened. Nathaniel, once proud and independent, had been reduced to nothing more than a loyal hound.Power decided everything in this world.Soon after, the grand wedding ceremony officially. G

Brielle stood among the inner circle, hands folded neatly in front of her.Normally, she would have been the first to smile, the first to flatter whoever held power. That was how she survived. That was how she climbed.But today, she said nothing.Her eyes stayed fixed on Gunther.More precisely, on the thought of his marriage to Tessa.The announcement had spread like wildfire days ago. Celestial Master Thorne and Tessa Armand. A union of power and beauty. A perfect match, they said.Brielle’s nails dug into her palms.She had worked for years to get close to that position. To be seen. To be chosen. And now it was gone. Handed to Tessa.So for once, she did not rush to kneel.In fact, a small, ugly part of her hoped someone would tear this celebration apart.“Ptooey!” Gina’s furious voice cut through the tension. “Elsa, you were once the Supreme General’s woman and his most trusted subordinate. And now you switch sides and act righteous? Do you feel no shame?”Ese stepped forward, fa

Lord Venom strode to Adam’s right side and stood there like a wall.On the other side, Gina’s blade gleamed faintly.Venom lifted his arm and pointed straight at the cluster of Elders and Gods of War who had switched sides earlier.“And you lot,” he thundered. “Why are you still standing? On your knees. Now.”The accusation hit harder than any strike.The Elders stiffened.Some clenched their fists. Others avoided eye contact. A few instinctively took half a step back.They were trapped.They had already knelt to Gunther. Some had even sworn blood oaths. Turning now would make them double traitors. If Gunther won, they would not just die. They would suffer.But if they refused and Adam reclaimed his throne, their fate would be worse.Sweat rolled down foreheads that had not known fear in decades.They glanced at one another, silently calculating.Who would move first?No one wanted to be the example.Their strength was not trivial. Between them were dozens of grandmasters. The balance