The Voice of the Oracle sneered. "You've already been marked. I'm giving you one chance—get on your knees now and accept the baptism. Otherwise, you'll be dragged into a pit of eternal damnation!" Andrew replied flatly, "Then I'll give you a chance—take off that stupid hood and show me your damn face! And while you're at it, drop to your knees and receive the gift of rebirth from me!" The Voice of the Oracle exploded with rage and reached for a weapon. Just then, a whistling sound could be heard, and a golden needle pierced straight through their palm. They only had time to let out a miserable scream before Andrew lunged in and landed a brutal kick across their face. The Voice of the Oracle spun a full 180 degrees in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. Andrew stepped forward, stomped on the person's chest, and yanked the hood off. It was actually a bald man. Right in the center of his shiny scalp was a tattoo of a red venomous snake. The Voice of the Oracle,

Blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth, flowing continuously. "You… have such terrifyingly powerful inner strength. With just one hand, you could shatter my heart. Andrew, you're definitely not an ordinary person. I-I underestimated you!" After delivering these final words, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index died. The sound of machetes being brandished rose again from both sides as they closed in for the kill. Andrew chuckled lightly and strolled forward, casually picking up two morning stars from the ground. He tested their weight and frowned. "Too light." Then, with a burst of force, his right hand launched upward. The first attacker, who had barely reached him, had his blade shattered and his body wrecked by a single blow. The man was dead before he hit the ground. With a low growl, Andrew spun the morning star in a clean arc, ignoring the blades all around him. The alley echoed with the clash of metal, and countless weapons were smashed apart

Andrew shrugged. "Quick turnover's a good thing. Think of it like rotating the crown—everyone gets a turn. If the father refuses to cooperate, I have no choice but to put his son on the throne." Logan glanced over. "Didn't Mason have three sons? Which one are you planning to back?" Andrew smirked. "Whichever one listens best. Simple as that." Before long, the car pulled up and everyone stepped out. They were standing in front of an elementary school. Logan frowned. "Dylan, why did you bring us here?" Dylan rushed inside, "You guys wanted to find Mason's son, right? He's here. Wait a second, I'll go get him!" Soon, a chubby little kid with a superhero backpack and a snot bubble hanging from his nose came walking out with Dylan. Though small, he walked with incredible swagger, waddling like a duck. Rachel's expression turned stiff. "You've got to be kidding me. This little brat? You're planning to make him head of the Ulrich family?" Andrew also looked questioningly

Riley waved his hand dismissively and grinned. "No rush! Before I hear anything else from you, my boyfriend here needs to take me to a hotel." Logan's face twisted in horror. "Wait. What did you just say? A hotel?" Riley batted his eyelashes, his black eyeshadow looking absolutely ridiculous. "Yeah, that's right! To get a room! I know who you are. You're Logan from the Kellers, a notorious bad boy of Blumedale's elite. Sleep with me, and I'll do anything you want afterward." Logan snapped. His temper boiled over as he smacked Riley across the face. "Go to hell, you freak! I've had enough of your garbage. Damn it. Do you think I'm actually going to be your little backdoor plaything? What kind of sick fantasy are you living in?" After getting slapped, Riley flew into a rage, covering his face with a cold laugh. "Since you don't know what's good for you, then get lost! I won't help you guys." He turned to look at Andrew, hope rekindling in his eyes. "If he won't do it, then you

Ryder said, "I'm a military officer, one of General Phelan's key personnel! Andrew might have money and power, but in the eyes of the military folks, he's absolutely nothing!" Xavier ordered, "Ryder, gather 50 men and come with me to meet Andrew. Remember, go all out when the time comes." He added coldly, "Whatever the consequences, I'll take responsibility!" Leslie spoke up, "Xavier, don't kill anyone. As long as no one dies, you can rough him up however you want. That's exactly the effect the General wants anyway, to knock this punk down a peg!" Xavier replied coolly, "Luna isn't here, so I'm in charge right now! Leslie, stay out of this. Whatever disaster befalls this little punk, he brought it on himself!" Leslie hesitated, clearly uneasy. But in the end, she said nothing. If someone really died, she could spin it as Andrew’s own fault. Luna would understand. … Meanwhile, Andrew and his group stood by the training field, bored, casually watching soldiers drill. Wh