Denias was still rooted to the spot. His eyes stared at Harvey intently, but not out of anger. There was something in that gaze-confusion, fear, and caution colliding with each other.Harvey's aura, which had felt like a wall of steel, now turned into a deep, lurking abyss. It was like standing on the edge of an active crater-quiet on the surface, but liable to explode at any moment.Denias' body did not move an inch. His breathing was almost labored.From behind, someone tapped him anxiously on the shoulder. "Mr. Denias!" he exclaimed sharply. "What are you doing?!"Denias did not respond. His eyes were still glued to Harvey, as if he was reassessing who exactly the person in front of him was.The person behind him called out again, louder this time. "You've just expended ki energy, but you're standing still! He's just a naive young man! Don't let him get away with it! We need to get Captain Holland to the Master before it's too late!"Denias gasped. His reverie was broken instantly,

“Vanessa.”A deep yet gentle voice called out from ahead. The tone was firm, yet it did not lose its softness.Vanessa lifted her face, and her sharp eyes immediately recognized the figure approaching.“Ah, Mr. Jordan. You're back,” she said with a smile behind her black mask. Only her eyes narrowed, indicating a genuine smile.Vanessa nodded lightly. “I don't have much work to do. So I thought, there's no harm in accompanying Harvey today.”Her casual tone implied pride—not about disguising herself, but about being able to be by Harvey's side.Jordan flashed a thin smile. However, his eyes did not smile. His gaze moved above Vanessa's head—right to the top of her head.He raised his hand and pointed to the wavy strands of hair that fell sweetly on the side of her face. “A female bodyguard would usually tie her hair back. Like this, you're still easy to recognize, Miss Vanessa.”“Huh?” Vanessa reflexively touched her hair. Her fingers traced the curtain bangs framing her face. Only no

“I didn't ask your name, you fool!” Jean glared angrily, his face red with rage, breathing heavily. The muscles in his arms tensed as he tried to break free. “How dare you! You dare to stop me, the grandson of a hero! Do you know who I am?!”However, Jordan’s grip remained unwavering. His hands were like steel, making Jean’s efforts seem like a puppy barking at a mountain.Jordan narrowed his eyes, calm yet cold. “A subordinate of Mr. Harvey,” he said flatly, but it only made the room feel more tense.The veins on Jean’s neck bulged as his anger erupted. His eyes were red, filled with rage wrapped in fragile ego. He pointed sharply at Harvey with a trembling finger.“This man—you saw him yourself, didn’t you?” His voice trembled, not from fear, but from being consumed by anger. “He looks weak! I’m sure a single flick of my finger could knock him down. There’s nothing special about him!”Jean straightened his chest, glaring at Jordan with a condescending look.“Unlike me. I’ve reached

News of the War God's welcoming plans spread like a hurricane. Within hours, his name flooded the front pages of digital newspapers, topped news broadcasts, and became the topic of conversation in every corner of the city-from the coffee kiosks in the center of the capital to Duskvale's bustling wet market.The media spotlight that used to be full of economic issues and crime reports now seems to have faded, swallowed up by the echo of one name: Harvey Wilder.Old videos of Harvey fighting on the frontlines are replayed, igniting nostalgia and excitement. His face, no longer hidden behind a mask, has become a symbol of new hope. His status is not only as the Mayor of Duskvale, but also as a living legend who has picked up his sword again.Among the hustle and bustle, Duskvale was the city that cheered the most. Residents who had been rescued by Harvey displayed banners, pasting posters with ink still wet. Children ran around shouting his name, and shops were busy selling paraphernalia

"How... how beautiful..."The word escaped Jean's lips without being held back. His eyes were rounded, unblinking, transfixed on the woman who passed before him. Vanessa Reid-the name he could only imagine through screens and magazine pages-was now standing in the same world as him.The woman's steps were so light, it was as if the air itself gave way. Her long hair swayed gently as her body moved gracefully. Even the sunglasses that partially covered her face could not hide her charm - in fact, they made her even more untouchable.Jean covered his mouth with one hand, afraid his voice would come out too loud. His heart was beating wildly, like an irregular war drum. His breath caught. This was the first time he had seen such a beautiful woman from this close-and he wasn't prepared."Vanessa Reid..." he muttered to himself. His mind raced: adult magazine polls, lists of desirable women, and Vanessa's name always coming out on top. Now, she was no longer just a number and an image. She