"I'm so tired!" Niel complained as he collapsed onto the ground. His wet clothes clung coldly to his skin. His chest rose and fell irregularly, his breathing labored as if his lungs were being squeezed. His fingers trembled uncontrollably, a bluish color beginning to spread across his skin. Niel's head felt heavy, his vision blurred, and sleep pressed hard from within. He wanted to close his eyes—just for a moment. But his mind held him back. His group members might still need him.Niel immediately forced himself to get up and scanned his surroundings with a heavy gaze. Allison was sitting not far from him, one hand supporting her body on the ground, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly. She glanced up, her face pale, her breathing labored—the same exhaustion clearly weighing her down. On the other side, Jordan sat silently, focused on recovering, an aura of healing vibrating faintly around him.There was nothing unusual about their condition. Since the trap island had been destro

Harvey only glanced at him briefly. His gaze was sharp, cold, leaving no room for discussion. He did not respond.Instead, his eyelids slowly closed. His breathing slowed, but never completely calmed. Around him, something invisible began to move—a thin stream of prana, glowing faintly, like fragments of light that could not be seen by the naked eye.He drew it in. Little by little. Like someone drinking dew from the air. His face remained stiff, but his temples throbbed. His concentration was not only on Karz's body, but also on himself—keeping the two colliding streams of energy from destroying him from within.Karz stared at him for a few seconds. Then, he closed his eyes again."You're really reckless," he muttered softly.Karz could feel it. It wasn't just warmth—it was something much deeper. The energy of life wasn't just flowing, it was forming. Like invisible hands reweaving what had been destroyed. The essence.Slowly, layer by layer, the damaged foundation was rebuilt. Not p

Harvey was completely cornered. The mafia dressed as police grinned smugly at this. They could already imagine how they would be free to do whatever they wanted if Harvey lost here.Their leader pressed the barrel of his gun against Harvey's head. "You're feeling very dizzy, aren't you? No matter how good your regeneration technique is, you won't have enough energy to do it perfectly."Harvey opened his eyes wide. He was lying on the ground with multiple bullet holes in his body. His wounds could still heal, but the speed at which they did so had decreased dramatically. Liam had really taken this into account. Harvey's energy was depleted from treating Karz, the poison bullets weakened his recovery rate, and now these fake cops were going to finish him off. He had already cornered Harvey to this point. Even before they met.The men also pointed their guns at Harvey."Goodbye, General."They pulled the triggers simultaneously. The sound of gunfire echoed again. They laughed hystericall

The people staring at the numbers fell silent for a long time. Especially those sitting in expensive chairs, in marble-lined rooms, behind screens that reflected blue light onto their faces. Before their eyes, the genetically engineered recording continued to play—a dead body, resurrected. Breathing. Moving. Alive.This wasn't just science. It felt like the work of gods.But at the same time, the names Qwentin and Liam were clearly displayed. Two criminals. Two figures who should have been behind bars, not wielding this kind of power.Some people clenched their fists. Others swallowed hard. They knew this was wrong. They knew it was dangerous. But they also knew one other thing. Everyone, no matter how good they are, has someone they want to bring back to life.“Oh, look at this.”Qwentin lifted his device slightly, the screen reflecting light onto his face. The list of names kept growing, row after row, as if there was no end to it. Calls came in one after another, without pause.“We

In a matter of seconds, Boston's body changed. His muscles swelled and tensed, as if pumped from within. His skin stretched, veins protruding clearly on his arms and neck. The aura of ki energy that enveloped him surged wildly—spinning, pulsing, hitting the air around him like invisible waves.The roof of the building shook slightly. Tiny dust particles rose. The pressure was heavy.Qwentin's smile slowly faded. For the first time, something unfamiliar appeared in his eyes—not anger, not arrogance. Alertness.He swallowed unconsciously, then took a step back.“What is this...?” he muttered.Qwentin didn't stay still. As soon as he saw the change, his fighting instincts kicked in. He lunged forward, his hands moving quickly, and one by one, knives shot out from between his fingers.Whoosh! Whoosh!But Boston disappeared. He didn't jump. He didn't dodge. He vanished.Qwentin's eyes widened.“What—?!”Suddenly, a shadow appeared on his left side. Boston. Too close.Before Qwentin could r