Harvey's response made the air in the room tense. Nathan and Crysta were both silent, as if they couldn't believe how Harvey had brushed away the hand. Harvey's gaze was now sharp, full of alertness, like a soldier who had just recognized an old enemy. The muscles in his jaw tensed, his body leaned slightly forward, ready for anything.Crysta, her face panicked, stepped halfway forward. Her hand rose, wanting to touch Harvey, to calm him down. However, before she could get close, Nathan raised his palm in a gentle gesture.“Calm down, Crysta,” he said softly, turning to her and shaking his head slowly. His smile was thin, full of confidence. “Your brother just doesn't understand who you are yet. Let me make him understand... and support you.”Nathan exhaled deeply, as if he had just released a heavy burden. A faint smile returned to his face as he looked at Harvey. There was no nervousness in his eyes—only cold, absolute confidence.“Mr. Harvey...” his voice was low but steady, like a

“Crysta, I don't want to fight you.”Harvey's voice was flat, almost emotionless, but it was forceful. He stood tall, his eyes piercing straight at Nathan. “It's better if that man steps forward.”His gaze didn't waver toward his sister. It was as if Crysta's existence was only a shadow on the edge of the battlefield—the only thing that caught his attention was the man standing behind her.Nathan sat casually in his chair, as if the room filled with Harvey's intense energy was nothing. A slight smirk was etched on his lips, while his legs were crossed arrogantly. His fingers tapped the arm of the chair, relaxed, like a king assessing his servant.“Didn't you hear your sister?” he said dismissively. “She is the one who holds the power of God. Just like me, she is blessed directly by God. We are avatars of God.”Nathan raised his hand, staring at his palm as if there was divine light there. "And Gods like us... are given a noble task. To guide humans to the right path."Crysta clenched

Harvey's hand gripped tightly, the veins in his arm bulging.Nathan tried desperately to hold on, channeling ki energy into his neck to keep it from breaking. Both hands raised, he tried to force Harvey's fingers open, but they trembled violently when they touched.Harvey tilted his head, his eyes cold.“It's useless. The holy power you boast about will not be able to resist my power.”Nathan's eyes widened. With a lightning-fast movement, he reached into his coat and pulled out a thin, poisoned knife. Without hesitation, he stabbed it into Harvey's arm.The knife sank deep. The thick poison immediately seeped out, dripping from the blade. Nathan grinned smugly, his eyes sparkling with victory.However, Harvey just stood tall. As if the pain and poison meant nothing, he continued to grip Nathan's neck without flinching.Slowly, the smile on Nathan's face faded, replaced by shock. “Im-impossible...”The poison was very strong. Just 10 milligrams could paralyze an elephant. But Harvey s

“Wh-what do you mean?” Crysta's voice was broken.The pain in her chest still hit her hard, as if a large rock was pressing down on her from within. Her breathing was labored, each breath like lighting a fire in her body.She writhed, trying to move her hands. Her muscles refused, her body as if bound by invisible chains. However, her eyes never left Harvey. Even though her vision was blurry, her determination remained the same—she wanted to reach her brother.Not for affection. Not to beg.But to destroy him.Harvey pressed Crysta's wrists to the floor, coldly and without hesitation. The girl writhed, her body trembling with pain, but to Harvey it was like a small ripple on the surface of the water.He lowered his face, letting his gaze lock onto Crysta's eyes. His gaze was sharp, as calm as a newly sharpened sword.Then—just for a moment, but clearly enough—the color of Crysta's irises flickered, changing from clear to bright red. Harvey's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes narro

“I still have plenty of poison for you, Harvey Wilder! And I learned all of this from someone who truly masters the art of poison!”Nathan's laughter exploded, echoing loudly throughout the room. Confidence radiated from his eyes—as if victory was already in his grasp.After all, he was the first person to make Harvey lose an arm. That alone was enough to fuel his arrogance.According to rumors, Harvey was a living legend. A man who had never once fallen on the battlefield. No matter how many opponents stood in his way—even an entire platoon—he always returned unscathed. But now, for the first time, the shadow of Harvey's defeat seemed visible in Nathan's eyes.Nathan stared at Harvey with flashing eyes—not out of fear, but out of one desire: possession. “This time is different,” his voice thickened, full of certainty. "I don't care if you come to me whole or broken. What matters is that I get you alive, Harvey Wilder."He stepped closer, each word like a promise and a threat at the s