At a waterfall pool cascading down from the peak of Kilhill village’s mountain, a man was immersing himself in the icy water. His entire body, except for his head, was submerged.At first glance, there was nothing unusual about him. But if one looked closer through the clear surface of the water, they would see something peculiar—his body was floating in a seated position, legs crossed beneath him."This feels so much better."Opening his eyes, Marc Belmont let out a deep breath. Not only did his body feel tens of times stronger, but his mind also seemed to be brimming with various kinds of knowledge.A week ago, he had accidentally swallowed a jade-green stone the size of a corn kernel, which sent his body into what felt like an inferno. Throughout the week, he never once emerged from the waterfall pool.But today, something strange happened—an overwhelming power surged through every part of his body. At the same time, he felt as if his memories had returned.Although he was physicall

A sly, furious smirk curled on Samuel's lips. He had been a renowned doctor in the capital since the age of thirty-five. Since then, no one had ever dared to defy him, let alone insult him.And now, in this remote place far from the capital, someone had the audacity to do just that. Remaining silent would do nothing to quell his anger.“Well? Do you still have the guts to uphold that arrogance of yours?”Samuel was confident in his prognosis. Faced with Wesley’s condition, any doctor would have arrived at the same conclusion as he had.If this foolish young man claimed otherwise, it was clearly nothing but nonsense. And rather than allowing this youth to flaunt his baseless confidence, why not take the chance to prove himself right?Marc turned his face toward Samuel. Instead of fear, his expression was utterly calm.“I accept,” he said lightly.Without another word, Marc took Wesley’s hand and checked his pulse. As the doctor had said, the old man’s condition was indeed critical.Not

“Sir, give me five minutes, and I’ll prepare the list for you,” Hendrix said. True to his word, he returned a few moments later with a sheet of paper in hand. “Based on the criteria you mentioned, all these places are in rural areas along the border of Cammont,” the butler said as he handed the paper over with both hands. “Thanks, man,” Marc replied, his eyes quickly scanning the names on the list. As he did, the butler spoke again. “Sir, if you’re looking for accommodations, I can arrange a room at the finest hotel for you.” The Richmond family had partnerships with the owners of the best hotels in the city. Finding a place for Marc was hardly a challenge for Hendrix, even if the young man intended to stay for an extended period. Marc shook his head weakly and smiled without taking his eyes off the paper. From his relaxed expression, it seemed he wasn’t particularly interested in the listed locations. “Sir, forgive me for including the last location. I should have removed it,” H

“Why are you letting that young man do these insane things?” Cynthia Brown, the beautiful wife of the mayor, stomped her foot angrily as the bodyguards placed bowls filled with red liquid at specific points around their house.Like her husband, she had initially thought Helma herself would come to their home. However, her disappointment was evident when the master instead sent her disciple.Her disappointment grew into fury as the disciple started doing bizarre and incomprehensible things in her house.“New, I don’t care! You have to stop them immediately!” she snapped, pointing toward the bodyguards.“Darling, calm down. This is all for our safety.”“Safety? You’re driving me insane!” she screamed before storming into the house and slamming the door.Ignoring his wife’s outburst, Newell continued helping place the bowls at doorways and beneath windows. The evening was fast approaching, and he knew he couldn’t afford any delays.<

"Jonas, wake up. I need your help." Marc shook the butler's shoulder, waking him as the effects of the sleep spell wore off."I might have dozed off last night, but I know you did nothing. Tell me, do you want my help so you can get praised by Mr. Brown?" With a disdainful look, a cynical smile formed on Jonas’ lips."Or… did the thief come again and manage to steal something?" The butler raised an eyebrow. "You’re going to get punished by the mayor for sure."Jonas was certain Marc wanted his help to avoid the mayor’s wrath."Yes, that might be true," Marc answered nonchalantly, his face calm. He knew Jonas was a good man, albeit one who craved recognition."But I need you to take all the bodyguards to the forest."Hearing this, Jonas nodded. "You’ve asked the right person for help. I’ve told Mr. Brown countless times that I’m the one who’ll catch the thief."It didn’t take long for Jonas to gather half the bodyguards in the backyard. Before leaving, he whispered something to Marc. "