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…

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

“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

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

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