Franklin clicked his tongue softly, but it was clearly audible amidst the growing silence. His faint smile had disappeared, replaced by a frown and an impatient look.In front of him, Harvey's basket was almost full of fish-fat, still moving, and shiny in the afternoon light. While the other ministers' baskets... contained only one or two, as if laughing at them silently.Franklin clapped his hands twice. The clap was quick and firm. A servant rushed over."Prepare the dining table. Bring the chefs." he said flatly, but his jaw hardened.Without waiting long, he got up from his seat. His movements were a little stiff, like he was holding back something that wanted to explode. He took a deep breath, trying to sound relaxed. "I think we've had enough fishing for today. Eating the fish we caught ourselves will definitely taste better."Several people soon arrived, carrying cooking utensils. Franklin's servants picked up the fish baskets one by one-especially Harvey's, which was the heavi

Harvey immediately realized something was wrong with his body. Something was wrong. The giggling laughter around him echoed louder and louder-piercing into his head like fine needles piercing relentlessly. The sound was sickening. Too crowded, too loud... too inhuman.Harvey's vision began to tremble. Blurred. The figures in front of him seemed to change shape-as if the world was no longer real. They were no longer human. In Harvey's eyes, they turn into white sheep with empty eyes and a strange laughter that continues to echo, tearing at the ears.But it wasn't over yet. The illusory layer slowly crumbles. The white fleece of the sheep is torn away, peeling off like rotten skin. From beneath it, fangs emerged. Blazing red eyes. Coarse breath. The figure of a ferocious wolf drooling... staring at Harvey with a terrible gluttony.They are not human. They are predators. And Harvey-in his blurred vision-is the prey being surrounded.Franklin, sitting relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

"No... no way!"Franklin could barely hide his shock.His eyes widened, his face paled, and his once confident hands now trembled under the table. Harvey's gaze was cold and frightening. The gaze of a man who not only survived a trap, but also held something more.With slow but determined steps, Harvey walked around the round table. His every step made the ministers tense up. He took a grape from the crystal container in the center of the table-and took a bite without speaking. From behind the table, some of the bodyguards began to react. They slipped their hands under their coats, a subtle but threatening gesture. One move from Harvey, and a bullet could have whizzed by.But Harvey doesn't flinch. He chewed the grape slowly and stared at the small seed in his hand.It was like a symbol. It was held between his fingers, as if there was a hidden meaning behind it.Suddenly, the cell phone in Harvey's coat pocket vibrates. The ringing sound broke the tension. Unhurriedly, fearlessly, Ha

National monument stood majestically in the center of the capital, rainvale. that morning, the air was dry yet tense. a media crowd had filled the surrounding area, tripods loomed, and camera lenses panned in all directions, waiting for something big. reportedly, a god of war would appear and bring an important message to all citizens of kaelvarion. not the president, not a civilian official-but the legendary general himself.On the prepared conference stage, only one figure stood: a man in a neat black suit, without a single escort around him. His posture was erect, his expression calm. But it was precisely because of this that he seemed unfamiliar-too ordinary for a stage of this size.Whispers began to spread from the rows of spectators and journalists."Who is that man? Security staff from the Monument?""The organizers weren't there. Is this part of the event preparation?"Ignorance made the atmosphere awkward. All eyes were on the man, unaware that they were looking at something

Holland crossed his arms and tilted his head, his gaze sweeping Harvey up and down carefully."Look at you," he said softly, his voice both admiring and probing. "You still look like a man in his twenties. But at such a young age... you already hold the rank of General-and that was three years ago."Holland's gaze sharpened, this time boring straight into Harvey's eyes. "Not only did you rise through the ranks quickly. You also made a name for yourself that reached even our ears. But then... you just disappeared. Replaced by someone who claimed to be the God of War-but was just a shadow."Holland's face stiffened for a moment. "And now, you're back. But what's more interesting is that you're not just back as the General. You're back as a real threat."Harvey watched silently. True, during the three years of living in the Smith family home, he barely knew what was happening outside. Even the news about people taking the name of the God of War for personal gain never reached his ears.H