At that moment, Damien couldn’t bring himself to speak.The silence in his room felt heavy, almost sacred, as the faint glow under his skin pulsed softly. His chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths, but not from exhaustion anymore, from realization of what was going on.The power coursing through him wasn’t just overwhelming; it was beyond comprehension. It was unlike anything he had ever trained for, anything he had ever imagined.Even at twenty percent, his body trembled under the weight of it. The mere thought of what one hundred percent would feel like made his heart pound, not from fear, but from a dangerous exhilaration.Then at that moment a slow, almost disbelieving smile pulled at the corner of Damien’s lips.“If this… is just twenty percent,” he whispered to himself again, “then one hundred…”The thought alone was staggering. At full power, he wouldn’t just be unstoppable, he would ascend.Even the Supreme King, whose name struck awe and fear into countless hearts, now

At that moment Jessica’s fingernails dug into the iron grip around her throat, but it was useless. Her kicks barely reached the man holding her up; her feet swayed helplessly in mid-air. The pressure around her neck tightened with every passing second, cutting off her air completely. Her face turned a deep crimson, her veins bulging across her forehead, eyes brimming with tears from the sheer pain and suffocation. Then a choked wheeze escaped her lips as her vision began to blur at the edges.The cold, unflinching eyes of Victoria’s uncle stared at her without pity. His arm remained steady, barely even straining under her weight. He lifted her higher, almost testing how long she could last before her body went limp.Just then, a loud gasp and frantic footsteps echoed from the hallway.“Jessica!”Immediately Uncle Bernard burst out into the open, his eyes widening in pure horror at the sight of his daughter dangling from another man’s hand, her face pale and her lips trembling. Immedi

At that moment, hearing the voice, both Deborah and Victoria’s uncle turned their heads sharply toward the doorway. Their eyes widened as they saw Damien standing there. His figure was framed by the light coming from behind him, and for a brief second, the tension in the room shifted.Damien’s face was drawn tight, a strange mix of exhaustion and fire. His breathing was steady, but his eyes those piercing eyes burned with something deeper. Rage, pain, were all tangled together, and even though he didn’t say anything yet, his mere presence demanded attention.At that moment Deborah’s lips parted slightly, a shaky gasp escaping her. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as though she’d been holding her breath all this time and could finally breathe. Immediately Relief washed over her so fast it nearly made her knees buckle.‘Finally he’s here… Damien is alive.’For so many minutes, fear had gripped her chest like a vice fear that Damien had been hurt, fear that he hadn’t survived whatever

Upon hearing what Damien just said that single command to keep quiet Victoria’s uncle froze in disbelief. His brows furrowed so deeply that the veins on his forehead stood out. At that moment he turned slightly, pointing at himself with a trembling finger, as though needing confirmation.“Are you…” his voice cracked with incredulity, “…are you actually talking to me?”The silence that followed was deafening,. nobody could say anything.He blinked once, twice, his jaw tightening as the weight of Damien’s audacity sank in. “Did this boy,” he muttered, half to himself, half to everyone present, “just tell me to keep quiet?” His voice rose, sharp with disbelief. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?!”He expected an explanation. A stammer. A plea for forgiveness. Perhaps Damien would bow his head and beg, realizing the mistake he had just made.But Damien gave him nothing, no words. No glance. Not even acknowledgment.Instead, Damien turned his back on him, a deliberate insult and w

At that moment, upon seeing that Damien just broke his wrist, Victoria's uncle couldn't even believe his eyes. The shock hit him so suddenly that his legs stumbled backward on their own, his boots scraping roughly against the hard floor. His face twisted, not only from the sharp, searing pain shooting up his arm but from the sheer impossibility of what had just happened. His wrist, the very hand that had mastered the deadly Fist Bleed Technique, the strike feared across kingdoms was now hanging limp, broken cleanly in half.At that moment he glanced at it in disbelief, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, the veins on his forearm bulging from the shock. The red-and-black aura that had once danced violently around his palm moments ago had completely vanished, extinguished like a candle under heavy rain.And the manner in which Damien had done it… that was what left him rattled to his core. There was no visible energy release, no grand motion or preparation Damien had simply caught his