All Chapters of AN UNDERSTATED POWER: Chapter 141 
				
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Elsewhere, at midnight in Venua. The streetlights were dim, and the air was damp after the evening rain. Aurora ran in haste, her breath uneven. She had just managed to escape from Max’s mansion. All the guards who were usually strict were, for some reason, fast asleep that night, as if an invisible force had put them under. Even Zoza, who was usually always near the mansion, was nowhere to be seen. Aurora seized that chance. She ran, though she did not know where to go. Her steps carried her along the wet sidewalk, her nightgown fluttering in the night breeze. Her heart was filled with a turmoil of emotions she could not explain. “Why do I have to stay there?” she thought, biting her lip. “I am nobody. Max should not waste his time and energy on me.” Memories of Max spun in her mind. How he had saved her, given her a luxurious place to live, and even planned to enroll her in a music university. It was all too much. “Why is he so kind to me?” she whispered, her voice hoarse wit
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The old man was Master Sanuni, leader of the Demonic Cult, who disguised himself in the outside world as a powerless, poor human. Yet in this place, he was the controller of darkness. “Max must be killed,” Sanuni said, his voice heavy, firm, and cold. A young man in front of him frowned. “But… why, Master? Is he really a threat to us?” Sanuni leaned forward, staring at his student intently. “Max is extremely dangerous. If we do not remove him immediately, sooner or later he will remove us.” “He not only knows of our existence, but he is actively moving to destroy the entire Demonic Cult network.” Another young man spoke, his voice hesitant. “How is that possible? How do you know all of this, Master? We have never interacted with Max directly…” Sanuni gave a thin smile, one that carried venom. “You have not seen him yet. But I have observed. From the CCTV footage when he fought Azam—” he paused, letting his words press on the souls of his students, “..his martial arts movements…
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Max listened with a serious gaze, his brow deeply furrowed. This was the first time he had heard about this matter so clearly. He raised his hand, signaling everyone in the room to be silent.  “I am hearing about this for the first time,” he said, his voice heavy. “What kind of organization are you talking about? And how can this be considered an obligation? Explain it to me in detail.”  The room fell completely silent. Some faces went pale, some lowered their eyes, and a few stared at Max cautiously.  From the back row, an old man slowly stood up. His hair was white, but his eyes burned with fanatical certainty. He was Mr. Homus.  “Chairman Max,” he said, emphasizing every word. “This is not new. For a hundred years, our ancestors, the founders of business empires in Vesula, have made agreements.”  “It is a tradition passed down through generations. We did not create it, we only inherited it,” he continued.  Max stared at him sharply. “Agreements with whom?”  “With the unseen 
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The crystal lights in the Vesula ballroom dimmed after Max’s speech ended. The billionaires were still silent, some shocked, others staring at Max with a mix of awe and fear. Max closed his speech with firm words: a promise to destroy the offering system that had chained their businesses and lives for hundreds of years. The business gala was over… As Max was about to leave, an old man, walking slowly with a wooden cane in hand, pushed through the crowd and approached him. His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes sharp as if they could pierce into the depths of Max’s soul. Max stopped when the old man blocked his way and asked him to listen. “Mr. Max, you must know, what you will face is more than ordinary organization,” the old man’s voice was hoarse. “Yes, sir. Do you want to tell me something?” Max asked. “Yes, it is time for me to tell someone who wants to destroy this ritual of offerings,” the old man said. Max nodded calmly, waiting for him to continue. “This is about t
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Somewhere else… Inside the dim room, an oil lamp swayed gently, casting long shadows across the damp stone walls. Master Sanuni sat on his rocking chair. His body was frail, but his eyes gleamed like a snake watching its prey. He turned to one of his disciples who stood stiffly before him. “Have you sent the file with Aurora’s photos to Max’s house?” His voice was hoarse, yet every word cut like a knife. The subordinate bowed and quickly replied. “Yes, Master. A guard there received it. The moment he saw the photos, his face turned pale. They just realized that Aurora had escaped from Max’s house, slipping past the heavy guard.” Sanuni narrowed his eyes, his smile widening. “Good… very good.” He tapped his finger against the armrest of the old wooden chair. “Once Max receives the false address we gave, he will come with confidence. And at that moment…” Sanuni growled low, “…we will kill him. Cut his body into pieces and turn his flesh into an offering for our Lord. A disciple of 
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“Alright,” Frans gave in, stopping the car while still checking his phone and the security radar. Max had ordered him earlier to spread false information through the network of informants, saying that Max and his shadow team were still heading to the lighthouse with armed vehicles and advanced surveillance tools.Meanwhile, Max moved alone, leaving the car in a narrow alley and slipping through the dark streets on the outskirts of Lanua City. He wore black clothes, silent like a shadow of the night. Every step was calm and calculated, his sharp eyes scanning every corner of the city.At the lighthouse, tension filled the air as the dark ritual had already begun. Blood candles lined the floor, the head of a black goat placed as an offering, and chants roared from the mouths of the followers. Their eyes stared into the darkness of the entrance, convinced that Max would soon appear. Some of them adjusted their weapons, hands trembling, adrenaline mixing with fear, but none dared to aba
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Elsewhere… Master Sanuni sat in the main hall of the cult, his face hidden under the shadow of red candles. When the wooden crate that had just arrived was opened, the stench of rotten blood and decaying flesh immediately filled the room.Dozens of severed heads of his followers stared blankly, their half-open eyes seeming to challenge him, while blood dripped onto the rough floor. Among the chaos lay a piece of paper on top of the crate: “I am Max. Disciple of Lord Hades. You wanted war, you will have it.”“A head for a head.”Sanuni stared at the message for a moment, his eyes burning with both fury and awe. The table in front of him shattered with one strike, wooden splinters flying through the air. Yet behind the rage was a hidden acknowledgment that Max was far more dangerous than he had ever predicted.“He… is braver, sharper…” he muttered, swallowing his anger. “We must prepare the sealing ritual at once. He will come. And when that happens, nothing will be able to stop our po
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Half an hour later… Max stood in front of the iron gate of the cult’s main headquarters in Lanua. After passing through rows of abandoned buildings, he had finally found this place.The strong smell of black incense filled the air, and the sound of chants echoed from within. Dozens of black candles burned around the altar, fresh blood dripping from offering bowls, forming a frightening pattern.In the center of the room, Master Sanuni stood with his face hidden in the flickering candlelight, a cold smile on his lips. "Ah… the cursed child of Lord Hades," Sanuni greeted Max with a raspy voice. "Your body will be cut apart, piece by piece, as an offering… to those who rule above us."Max only tilted his head left and right… crack, crack. The sound of his neck bones echoed, a warning sign. A symbol that he was not afraid.Sanuni raised his hand, and dark shadows slithered across the floor like snakes. Black flames spread around Max. "Fool, do you think coming here alone means you can f
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Aurora slowly released her embrace, her face still pale, but her eyes locked directly on Max. Her voice was soft yet carried weight. “What do you mean, Max? Don’t you already have a fiancée?” Max shook his head calmly, as if the question did not bother him at all. “I don’t have a fiancée.” Aurora was stunned, her brows furrowing. “Then… what about the woman named Sarah? She… she claimed to be your fiancée.” Max held her gaze. “Sarah is only a childhood friend. She is obsessed with becoming my wife, but that never happened. I never promised her anything.” Aurora felt her blood freeze. Her pale cheeks flushed, shame mixing with regret. Her breath trembled as she lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper. “So… the reason I ran away from your mansion… it was only because I thought I was ruining your relationship with Sarah… all of it was only my assumption?” Max did not answer. He gave a small laugh, finally understanding why Aurora had left his mansion. Aurora quickly grabbed h
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At Another place....At the foot of the mountain, the night air felt colder than usual. Thick fog descended, covering the narrow path rarely walked by humans. There, a simple stone house stood, as if adrift among the withered old trees. A man in a black suit stood at the door. His breath was heavy, cold sweat dampening his temples despite the bone-piercing chill. He bowed his head and knocked three times. The door creaked open with a heavy groan, and the strong scent of incense drifted out. Inside, an old man sat cross-legged. His face could not be seen clearly, hidden behind a mask of darkness that radiated a chilling aura, as if it swallowed the light of every candle around him. The man in the suit immediately fell to his knees, his body trembling. He bowed so low that his forehead touched the stone floor. “Master… all of our men in Lanua… they… they were slaughtered during the ritual.” His voice broke, filled with fear. “And the one who did it was—” Before he could finish, the