Harvey frowned, as if he couldn't believe the news. How could a rumor of this magnitude go unnoticed by him? Normally, he never bothered with the cheap drama of the rich who were often hungry for sensation. But this time, someone dared to use the God of War's name.What was the intent behind such foolish audacity?His gaze shifted, drawn by something striking at the far end of the room. On the stage, a throne stood majestically, exuding an aura of power that silenced the surrounding crowd. Intricate carvings adorned its surface, as if each curve spoke of glory. Needless to say, the throne was clearly reserved for the God of War.Harvey squinted, his lips curving in a faint smile."Oh, I can see that," he muttered softly, more to himself.Ken and Zash looked over as well.Ken immediately crossed his arms over his chest, his smile wide, full of excitement.excitement."Great, isn't it?" he said, his voice sounding half-proud. "That throne was custom-made in record time. It took extra la

“Welcoming the God of War here must not be a problem!” Adam's voice was high-pitched, full of pressure. His eyes were piercing, and his jaw was set. “The handing over of ancient weapons to the God of War is a sacred moment. If there are troublemakers...” He turned his head sharply toward Harvey, his final voice suppressed, “...I will not forgive him.”The veins in Adam's neck bulged, and his cheeks flushed with overflowing emotion. The few people standing nearby instantly moved closer to Harvey, as if commanded by contagious rage. Their gazes now turned into cynical glares, as if Harvey had tarnished the honor of the place.But Harvey just stood still. His shoulders did not move, his eyes did not flinch. He swept the crowd with a flat look, as if assessing how much they were ready to bully, but not important enough for him to respond.A single breath escaped her nose-long and deep, like someone stifling a laugh in the middle of a children's ruckus. Then her eyes stopped on Adam. His g

“Security! Take this filthy man out!” Adam screeched, his voice cracking like a whip through the air.Four large men burst through the crowd, their steps steady and alert. But when they reached the front of the circle and saw who was standing with Harvey, their movements suddenly slowed. Their gazes froze, and the once stout legs were now hesitant to act.Meanwhile, Harvey swatted Steve's hand away from his shoulder with a rough stomp. Steve staggered a step back, losing his balance for a moment, leaving several bystanders wide-eyed.In the next second, the click of guns rang out. Four gun barrels raised in unison, pointing directly at Harvey's chest. The pressure in the air rose sharply, like an invisible storm that everyone there could feel.“Stop right there! You've been aggressive to the God of War!” one of them exclaimed, his voice hardened, yet containing a nervous tone that could not be hidden. “You will be punished!”Harvey only turned his head slowly. His gaze swept over the

Adam's eyes grow wide, the veins in his neck tightening as he stares at Harvey. "Don't bullshit me!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking like a whip in the air. "I met the God of War in Westvale, on the coast. You know yourself, a year ago that place turned into hell when war broke out!"His steps were heavy and steady as he advanced toward Harvey, as if each tread hit the floor with suppressed rage. His eyes were sharp, lit by the unquenched embers of vengeance. His right hand is clenched into a fist, the joints white with pressure."Mr. Steve Corland is the God of War!" he hissed, his tone like a freshly sharpened knife. "You saw his weapons for yourself-not just anyone's. He fought until his blood flooded the ground, his body covered in wounds. I... I pulled him out of that killing field and treated him with my own hands!"Harvey stared at Adam without blinking, his face as flat as the surface of the water calm in a storm. Adam's seething emotions seemed unable to touch him. Without a

Harvey stared at Steve for a moment, his mind filled with strategy. The man was still useful-especially for prying out secrets about the ancient weapon that now hung in his hands, cold and mysterious.He turns his gaze to Adam Adreta. His gaze was sharp, calm as the surface of the water that held the storm beneath."I'll take care of this man," he said, his voice flat but full of decision.Adam stared at Harvey, his eyes burning with unrelieved anger. "You?" his voice rose, bitter. "Don't you realize who you're dealing with? I'm the victim of this asshole! My biological grandson was almost-almost-sacrificed by him!"His anger exploded, no longer just words. Like a mountain cracking at its peak, Adam moved without thinking. His hand reached into his jacket with a rough motion, pulling out the pistol tucked underneath.The muzzle end of the weapon pointed straight at Steve. The man took a step back, his face pale, sweat running down his temples, and his body shaking as if the whole worl