"I'm just curious—how did they do it?"Marc wasn’t denying the existence of those mysterious islands. He simply wanted to understand the magical mechanism used to hide them—even from humanity’s most advanced technology."How did they keep them hidden from humans?"Elliot just smiled and shook his head."Honestly, I have no idea."His cultivation level might have been over 100, but one thing was clear: cultivation power was different from magical power.You could level a mountain with cultivation. But magic... magic could restore the shattered pieces of that mountain and make it whole again."But if I had to guess," Elliot said, his gaze shifting toward Marc’s backpack, "I’d say it uses the same mechanism as that ring you’re carrying."Marc instinctively looked at the bag where the green gem ring—Emerald Veil—was kept. A ring that could render its wearer invisible."You know about it?" Marc narrowed his eyes, half-smiling in disbelief. He hadn't expected the Grand Marquis to be aware o

But the story of social inequality didn’t end there.“Hundreds of years ago, during the war between the goblins and the vampires, it was the ashborn and the nightstrays who suffered the most.”Both kingdoms did recruit these groups as soldiers—but not in the way most people think of soldiers being valued or protected.“The ashborn and nightstrays were practically thrown onto the battlefield to die. Their commanders never even considered whether they’d survive or not. All that mattered was inflicting maximum damage on the enemy, even if it meant losing just as many of their own.”As if their lives held no worth, they were subjected to brutal, unforgiving military training and indoctrinated with authoritarian doctrine—taught that they must sacrifice everything, even their lives, for the sake of the king.“But the real trouble started a hundred years ago, when the peace treaty was signed.”At first glance, it seemed like peace had finally come between the two nations. For a while, Kalido

Meanwhile, at the exact same time in Wyndham…“Dammit!”Ulrich couldn’t hide his disappointment when he saw the seal box was empty.He had thought finding it would be this simple. Clearly, he was wrong. His initial excitement was quickly crushed—there was nothing inside."That person must've stolen it."He was certain now. Whoever had forged those documents in his family’s name had to be the same person who had the seal in their possession.Ulrich didn’t care if someone stole his valuables—money, gold, whatever. But the Castellan family seal? That was something he could never accept losing.That seal was his life. His honor. His legacy.And whoever took it from him… he swore he would make them pay, even if it meant death.“Even if I have to chase them to the ends of the earth, I will.”Just as his anger boiled over, his phone suddenly chimed.Beep-beep-beep!A notification from the computer in his study had just been pushed to his phone.“The missing CCTV footage,” Ulrich muttered, a

"At least there's still a month before the Ashborn launch their assault on Lanshire."Elliot spoke silently in his heart."Until then... maybe I can do everything in my power to help this young man regain his strength."He had never once doubted that the Sky Blossom Pill could cure the corrosive effects of the Death Fist slowly eating away at Marc’s body. That much was certain—Elliot was convinced of it.But the real challenge came afterward.Just because Marc might recover from such a mysterious internal wound didn’t mean he would automatically regain his cultivation energy. It didn’t work that way.Marc would need time—lots of it. At best, it would take a year. At worst? A lifetime.Expecting Marc to shoulder such a burden now wasn’t just unfair—it was cruel.After all, he was still human. There were limits even he couldn’t surpass.And yet, Elliot clenched his fists, hardening his resolve once more. It may have seemed impossible... but seeing the fire in Marc’s eyes reignite, the G

Snap!Elliot snapped his fingers, a wide grin spreading across his face."That's it. That’s exactly what I wanted to tell you, Marc."He hadn’t expected to see Skarleta again. But after spotting her a few times, he was absolutely certain—it was her. The goblin.In truth, the first glimpse had already convinced him. Still, to be sure, he rewatched the footage of the woman in the video several times before finally making his decision."I'm absolutely certain this woman," Elliot said, pointing his index finger at the woman on the screen, "She’s Skarleta. No doubt about it.""What?"Marc raised an eyebrow sharply, his expression filled with disbelief."Harper? The girl I’ve known all this time... is a goblin? Old man, you’ve got to be kidding me."He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the pressure building in his head. Too many revelations today—his mind was on the verge of overload."I'm one hundred percent sure, Marc."Elliot nodded, his tone serious, his gaze unwavering."But if that w