Marvin’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse quickened as he gazed at Helena, his eyes looked to be searching hers, desperate to understand what she was about to say. He could see the conflict within her, the hesitation and longing battling beneath her trembling lips."Because of what?" Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.Helena swallowed hard, her hands were still lightly touching his face. Slowly, she exhaled, as if gathering the courage to reveal the truth she had hidden for so long."Because I love you, Marvin," she said softly, with a voice that was filled with raw emotion. "I wanted to be with you in every way possible. I wanted to love you the way a human woman could."Marvin’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart was pounding against his ribs.Helena continued, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I sacrificed my Synapticore Force... so I could be with the man I love. So I could make love to you, hold you, flesh on flesh and experience life as you do."Ma

Marvin took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. The weight of the award in his hands was a reminder of how far he had come.He looked up, his gaze was steady as he addressed the audience. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable strength."First, I want to thank my uncle, Christopher Richmond. Without him, I wouldn't be standing here today. When I was lost, he guided me. When I doubted myself, he believed in me. He taught me that greatness isn’t given—it’s earned. Uncle Christopher, this victory is as much yours as it is mine. Thank you."The audience clapped warmly. Some nodded in agreement, recognizing the older Richmond’s contributions.Marvin continued, "I also want to express my gratitude to the Neovalle government. Years ago, when I presented my project—Helios—it was just an idea, a dream. But this city saw potential where others saw nothing. They gave me my first real platform, and from there, Helios took off. The rest… well, the rest is history. Thank you for believ

Marvin’s gaze remained steady as he stepped forward, his expression remained unreadable. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. As he reached the table, he pulled out the chair and took his seat, with his eyes never leaving Mrs. Evelyn Harold.Then, with a smirk that barely reached his eyes, he greeted her."Mrs. Harold," he said, his voice was low and smooth. "It’s an honor."Mrs. Evelyn Harold’s smile did not waver, but there was a glint of something unreadable in her gaze. She set her wine glass down, with her fingers tapping lightly against its rim.Her eyes flickered to his empty hands. "Where is your award?" she asked, arching a brow.Marvin leaned back slightly, his fingers brushing against the armrest of the chair. "I gave it to a friend to hold for me," he said simply, with a tone that was casual but carrying an unmistakable undertone of meaning.Mrs. Evelyn’s lips pressed together briefly before she exhaled, swirli

A slow smile crept across Marvin’s lips as he realized something—no one was here to witness what was about to happen.This was perfect.But even with the advantage, a deep sense of urgency gripped him. He had to act fast.A sharp memory surfaced—Mrs. Evelyn’s instrument, the Solstium.The last time she used it on him, it had drained every ounce of strength from his body, leaving him breathless, weak… and coughing out blood.His fingers twitched. The pain of that moment was still fresh. He couldn’t afford to let it happen again.Even though he had only trained a few times since then, he had to get this one right.His mind sharpened, pushing past doubt. He had studied the balance of sound, airwaves, and frequency. He had practiced—just like he did with the rabbit in uncle Christopher's lab.Slowly, he reached out with his telepathic maneuver, with his energy stretching toward Mrs. Evelyn’s mind.The air around them shifted. A subtle vibration hummed through the space.Mrs. Evelyn blin

Marvin stood still. Silent. His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Evelyn, but his thoughts were far away.Two choices.Two paths.Both dangerous.Both heavy.His mind drifted deeper, into the maze of choices that now surrounded him.If he let Mrs. Evelyn go… if he walked away and let her live… he knew what that meant.She would continue her mission.She would keep poisoning minds.And maybe… maybe one day she would succeed in wiping out all Over Beings.People like him.People like Helena. Like Stella Orion both of his love interests.If he chose that path, he was choosing war. Choosing danger. Choosing a future filled with blood.But then again…If he killed her now—right here, in her weakened state—he would be praised.The Prime Minister would call him a hero.He would earn fame, rewards, power… safety.The world of over beings would clap for him though secretly.But Marvin's heart felt heavy.Because what if the Prime Minister was the true villain?What if he had caused Patricia to die… just