It was the hardest pill Victor had ever swallowed. Yet swallow it he did. He smiled in public, raised his glass at the councils, spoke of alliance with steady words. But deep within, he carried the bitter truth: resistance to Marvin was death, and only loyalty—however reluctant—would keep the Zypher name alive.Thus, three weeks after the revelation, Mikhail Grigori and Victor Zypher had accepted it: Marvin Richmond had returned. Not as a ghost, not as a myth, but as a man—alive, unbroken, and stronger than ever.The city of Westwood had seen many gatherings, but none like the International Conference on Cosmic Energy and Sustainability. The great Convention Hall gleamed beneath banners of silver and blue, its glass walls reflecting the skyline like a jewel. Inside, the air buzzed with anticipation.Dignitaries in tailored suits, scientists with tablets glowing in their hands, military officers in pressed uniforms, and business magnates from across the continent filled the vast chambe

Daniel’s laughter cracked through the room like a whip. It wasn’t a burst of joy, nor the simple amusement of a brother finding humor—it was jagged, cruel, a laughter sharpened into a weapon. The suited men around the warehouse did not smile, but their posture shifted, as though the sound itself had confirmed the power of the man in white robes.Daniel lowered his head slowly, his grin was a knife across his face.“Good guess,” he said, savoring each syllable as though he were tasting wine, “however it is no surprise that you are able to know what I want to due to your ultra mega synapticore power.”His finger lifted to his lips in mock thoughtfulness. He tilted his eyes skyward, feigning the contemplation of a philosopher, before flicking his gaze back to Marvin with a predator’s delight.“Hmmm,” he murmured, his voice dripping with false admiration. “It seems like you are a good guesser after all. Because with the situation you are in, you wouldn’t be able to perform your precious s

The gunshot still echoed in the warehouse, it was a sharp ringing that clung to every wall. Daniel Richmond stood frozen, his scalpel was raised above Marvin’s head, but his body locked in disbelief. For a second, no one breathed.Then—more gunshots split the silence.Daniel spun around, wild-eyed. Bullets tore through the air, slamming into bodies. His second-in-command, the assistant who had steadied his nerves just moments before, jerked backward as blood bloomed across his chest. His eyes widened, shock was etched into his face, before he crumpled lifeless to the ground.“No!” Daniel shouted, his voice breaking.But the nightmare had only begun.Half of his men—the ones he had trusted—suddenly turned their weapons on the others. Gunfire roared. Fists cracked against jaws. Steel rods slammed into ribs. It was chaos, raw and bloody. Daniel’s loyal enforcers screamed as they were beaten, shot, and left writhing on the cold floor.The warehouse, once his stronghold, had become a slaug

Stella Orion’s chest rose and fell sharply. Her lips parted, but no words came out. The man before her—his face bruised, his eyes burning with recognition—was someone she had buried in her heart long ago.Her breath quickened.“No,” she whispered, her gaze darting to the small cot where her son slept peacefully. “You… you’re not real. You can’t be him. Marvin Richmond is dead.”The words tasted bitter even as they left her mouth. She had mourned him, cried rivers for him, prayed for his return in moments of weakness, but she had also accepted that he was gone. Now here he was, standing in front of her like some cruel trick played by the universe.Her instincts screamed at her to get away. She jolted up, intending to move back, to put distance between herself and this impossible vision.But Marvin moved quickly. His hands—gentle yet firm—pressed her shoulders, easing her back into the chair. His voice was calm, though urgency simmered beneath the surface.“Stella, listen to me. You’re

The room was heavy with silence. Marvin’s eyes burned into Daniel’s, while Daniel’s smirk stretched wider, enjoying every ounce of discomfort his half brother showed.“Have a seat,” Daniel said smoothly, swirling the drink in his glass as if he were hosting a friendly dinner and not threatening his own blood.Marvin’s jaw tightened. He didn’t move. His blue-gray eyes were sharp and unyielding. “Go straight to the point, Daniel. What do you want?”Daniel’s smile thinned, but his voice remained calm, laced with mockery. “I said… have a seat.”Marvin’s lips curled into a sneer. “And I told you to stop wasting my time. What do you want?”The tension spiked in the air like a blade drawn in slow motion. Then, before Marvin could blink, a massive hand gripped his shoulder. The weight was crushing, pressing down with brutal force.Marvin gritted his teeth as one of Daniel’s bodyguards shoved him firmly into the chair opposite Daniel. The wooden chair creaked under the sudden impact. Marvin’s