Denver froze momentarily after seeing the needle that pierced Morata’s forehead.“Mm, strange…” Garrett put his finger on his chin. “The needle is supposed to release aura that makes the head expand and explode like a balloon. But it’s not doing that, which means she’s unconsciously releasing psychic aura. Did she command herself before she passed out? The more I look at her talent, the more chills I feel crawling down my spine. It’s all the more reason she must die. Don’t you agree, kid? She’ll become a nuisance for you, too.”Denver released lightning, made it snake its way through the air and used it to hold the needle and remove it swiftly.He threw the needle back at Garrett, but the big man easily caught it between his fingers.“You’re also a special kid. I can see that from how effortlessly you’re using aura at your age,” Garrett said. “You would make a fine assassin. Why don’t you become my shadow?”“I don’t work under anybody,” Denver was quick to reply as he closed the dista

Garrett’s punches were packed with raw power and ruthless precision. His goal wasn’t to make his opponent cry water but blood.Denver was under a true pump.But this wasn’t the first time he was dancing at death’s door.In fact, these were the times when his heart pumped stronger than it was ever supposed to.His knees kept dipping every time he blocked one of the monstrous hits that slammed down onto him like a collapsing wall.He could hear his heart hammering.Once.Twice.Ten times in a couple of seconds.And it kept accelerating as though a frantic drumline locked inside his chest.Something within him sparked.Crimson sparks snapped through his veins, crawling along arteries, biting into muscle, stitching him together with raw defiance.A strong bust of lightning energy came out of his body, pushing the very space around him.Garrett’s fist as well as his whole body was pushed back. He was forced to momentarily close his eyes.The crimson streaks were so thick and strong they wa

Doula’s funeral took place that day in Hawkyard which used to be called Bully Woods.The name of this region was officialized by the council, so nobody had any complaints.Hundreds of rankers visited the funeral, mostly because they wanted to meet and greet the members of the council.And so many of the rankers got their eyes on Denver because the word of mouth had already spread that he defeated the current tenth ranker Brook.It was only a matter of time before Denver would be officially considered the tenth ranker. So, everybody wanted to get a good look at him.Denver’s height was abnormal for someone his age. He did not look like a child, but still, many gossiped that he won the fight against Brook by a fluke.Nicole didn’t just stay put when she heard that. While serving drinks to everyone and promoting her own bar, she said, “Don’t you guys remember the red lightning bolts you saw streaking through the sky? That was Denver’s work.”“EHH?” many rankers, even the high rankers, we

“You may proceed ahead. The king is waiting,” the knight in the golden armor stepped aside.Denver calmly walked past the knight, but he stayed on guard, despite feeling hostility from the knight.The castle was big, and Denver got lost at first, not sure where he should go.He eventually went upstairs.Another knight, who was playing a piano, pointed his finger in one direction.Using that, Denver managed to reach the royal hall.Two guards opened the doors and gestured for him to enter.And he did.Denver expected to see his father, but all he saw was a big curtain that blocked his view.Ingrid was standing on this side of the curtain, but his face was covered with a helmet that had three feathers in it.“It’s been a long time since someone managed to get here during their first visit,” Ingrid said.“In a long time?”“All the rankers who came to meet His Majesty for the first time would be told to go back and come later when they get notified,” Ingrid stated. “And if they were to qu

Sheryl’s POV:Denver and I headed toward the Data Tower, a place that was entrusted to Philip not long ago.It became quite a sensation when someone very young was made the head of such an important tower.“What do you think about Brother Philip?” Denver asked me.“You met him, so you tell me. What do you think?” I asked back.“He really seemed like he didn’t know what Sedrick did,” Denver replied with a serious face. “But then why did Morata end up going to Brother Mickey’s place?”“I don’t know, but you should stop calling them brothers,” I quickly told him. “For all we know, they could be planning your downfall right now.”“I’m lower in rank than them.”“Yeah, but didn’t you get attacked by Garrett and Gunnar? We can’t trust anyone. You got me, and I got you. That’s it.”He smiled a little while looking ahead.That smile was enough of an approval for me.Soon, we reached the Data Tower, but to our surprise, Philip and Sedrick were both fighting seriously.It looked like they were t