As Harvey predicted, simultaneous attacks shook the major cities of Kaelvarion. Explosions, gunfire, and panic briefly filled the streets. However, surprisingly, the shadow of chaos was quickly erased. Powerful figures appeared out of nowhere—as if emerging from the darkness—and easily crushed the attack that threatened thousands of lives.Newspapers wrote about it on their front pages. Television stations broadcast it nonstop. Social media was filled with amateur footage: armed men subdued in a matter of seconds.The impact of the attack was minimal, but there was one thing that could not be ignored—a foreign name that now echoed in the public's ears: Six Realms.“I just heard that name,” a man whispered in a cafe, his eyes glued to the news screen. “Is it an organization from another country?”“I don't know either,” replied his friend, shaking his head. “Other countries often cause trouble for Kaelvarion, but never on this scale. And their name... sounds like something much bigger.”

The bearded man raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. His voice was heavy with mockery."Look who's talking... this loser is trying to challenge me."Alex straightened his shoulders, ready to retaliate, but a delicate hand gripped his wrist first. Allison, with a sharp, warning glare, restrained his movement."Alex," she said low but firmly, as if her words could cut through the embers of anger, "a captain like you doesn't deserve to sully his hands in the face of people like them. Don't waste your energy on street trash."Alex closed his eyes, holding back the embers in his chest, then let out a long breath. His lips curled in a thin, sarcastic line."You got lucky this time, buddy."He calmly dropped back into the chair, as if confident that one punch from him would be enough to crush the opponent.However, one of the bearded man's subordinates grinned mischievously. He grabbed the beer bottle on the table, then without thinking threw it straight at the back of Alex's head. The bott

Borris furrowed his brow, but his expression quickly changed. He took a deep breath and turned around. A slight smile appeared on his lips—a smile that sounded more like a mockery than friendliness. His eyes assessed Alex as if the man were just a minor nuisance not worth paying attention to.“Watch your mouth, stranger,” he said casually, his tone arrogant. “I have more important things to do. You should be grateful I haven't used my bone-crushing fists yet. If I really used them...” he paused, his smile widening, “you might already be in another world.”Borris did not respond. He simply shrugged his shoulders as if Alex's words were nothing but the wind. With heavy steps, he turned and walked towards the door, his two men hurriedly following behind him.Alex snorted amusedly, grinning mockingly. “Oh... but I was really looking forward to the power of your punch.”Borris still didn't react. Only the sound of the bar door slamming loudly marked his departure. The echo left a tense atm

Twenty years ago...An eleven-year-old boy stood in the audience, his face red from shouting too loudly. With his small hands raised high, he jumped up and down excitedly as he stared at the boxing ring in front of him.“Go, Dad! You can beat him!” he shouted, his voice piercing through the low roar of the other spectators.The boy's eyes—little Borris—sparkled with pride, as if the figure in the ring was not just a fighter, but an invincible hero.Cheers echoed from all directions. Dozens of spectators rose from their seats, shouting one name—Miguel Alclaire.In the center of the ring, the tattooed man stood tall, his body glistening with sweat under the spotlight. Miguel, the Kick Boxing star, had never tasted defeat. And that night, the audience's belief that he would add to his list of victories grew stronger.The fifth round began. Miguel moved nimbly, cornering his opponent with a series of relentless punches. The thud of his fists hit his opponent's body mercilessly, causing th

Harvey's three subordinates stepped inside, dust from their journey still clinging to their shoes. Harvey sat in his chair, his gaze fixed on a stack of reports from the troops he had assigned to guard the major cities of Kaelvarion. His fingers tapped lightly on the wooden table, as if weighing each line of the report.“General, we have returned.”Alex stood at the front, his voice steady, as if to emphasize that their mission had been accomplished.Harvey slowly rose from his chair. His eyes narrowed as he studied the three people in front of him. He recognized their familiar aura from the bar, but there was something different this time—a change he couldn't quite understand.“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice calm but carrying pressure.Rein and Allison exchanged glances, hesitant to speak. An awkward pause hung in the air. They knew this delay was not their fault. It was all because of Alex—Harvey's favorite student, the one who was always ready to bear the burden of decis