Darkness enveloped Joaquin, but the silence was broken by a resonant, ancient voice echoing in his mind.“Descendant,” it said, calm yet commanding. “I am the ancestor of your family, and I have chosen you to inherit my legacy. The abilities I have mastered—medical expertise, martial arts, and more—are now yours. But heed my warning: use these gifts to uphold justice. Stray from the righteous path, and calamity will befall you.”Joaquin tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He could only listen as the voice continued.“The gold ring you carry is my vessel. It holds the essence of my power. From now on, it is bound to your soul.”Suddenly, the ring appeared in his vision, glowing with an intense golden light. It transformed into the shape of a phoenix, its wings spreading wide before soaring toward him. Joaquin gasped as it pierced his chest, a burst of warmth flooding his body.The voice faded, leaving only silence.When Joaquin opened his eyes, he was on the cold bathroom fl

“Someone call a doctor!” a nurse finally shouted, snapping everyone into action.Joaquin stood at the edge of the chaos, his face impassive but his heart thrumming with satisfaction. He couldn’t explain what had just happened, but deep down, he felt the power within him stirring.The chandelier had fallen perfectly, striking Andrew just as planned. It wasn’t a fatal blow—he had made sure of that.But it was enough to knock the arrogance out of him, if only for a moment.Andrew clutched his bleeding head, his cries of pain reverberating through the lobby. Mikyla knelt beside him, her hands fluttering uselessly as she tried to stem the blood with a piece of fabric torn from her coat.“This... this is your doing!” Andrew spat, glaring up at Joaquin, his voice trembling with both rage and pain.Joaquin tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Me? I didn’t touch you. Maybe it’s divine retribution. Isn’t that what I warned you about?”“You liar!” Andrew shouted, his words falterin

Joaquin’s breath caught in his chest as the woman leaned forward, her robe shifting just enough to make him glance away. Her confidence radiated like a challenge, and for a fleeting second, he felt the urge to match her energy. But no—he reminded himself—this was his job.“I’m here to check the wound,” he said, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. “Nothing else.”Her eyes narrowed, skepticism clear in her gaze. “Sure you are,” she said, leaning back with a smirk. “Go on then, but keep your hands professional, Joaquin.”Ignoring her sarcasm, he approached the bed, kneeling to inspect the injury on her leg. The stitches were tight, the wound deep. Even though it was healing, it was clear the damage had been severe.“What happened?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral.“Car accident,” she replied flatly. “Driver wasn’t paying attention. Surgery’s scheduled to minimize the scarring, but...” Her voice trailed off, her expression unreadable.Joaquin hesitated, unsure how to re

“What?”“You heard me,” she said. “Get out! I don’t need a doctor who can’t see past his own arrogance!”Carlo clenched his fists but ultimately stormed out, slamming the door behind him.The interns hesitated, glancing nervously between Joaquin and Andrea before hurrying after their superior.Outside the room, the interns huddled around Carlo, their voices low and filled with doubt.“Do you think he’s legit?” one of them asked.“Impossible!” another replied. “No one heals that quickly.”“He’s a fraud!”Carlo, still fuming, clenched his fists. “He’s hiding something,” he said. “I’ll find out what it is.” With that, he headed toward the caregiver station, determined to dig into Joaquin’s past.Back in the room, Andrea’s demeanor shifted. Her stern expression softened as she turned her attention to Joaquin.“That was… impressive,” she said, her voice teasing. “What do I owe you for such a miracle? My gratitude? Or something more… personal?”Joaquin blinked, caught off guard by the sud

Joaquin’s vision blurred with fury as he launched himself at Andrew, his hand gripping Andrew’s throat in an ironclad hold. Andrew choked, his hands scrabbling at Joaquin’s arm, but the pressure didn’t ease. Joaquin’s voice was a low growl.“How dare you hurt my sister?!”Jasmine’s voice broke through the chaos.“Joaquin, please!” she sobbed, her voice desperate. “Stop! Let him go! I’m okay now!”Her tears hit Joaquin harder than anything else. His anger faltered for a moment, and he slowly loosened his grip, though his rage still burned beneath the surface.“Joaquin,” Jasmine whispered, stepping closer. “Please, don’t make this worse. I can take care of myself.”Andrew slumped to the ground, coughing and wheezing, as he struggled to recover his breath. He glared up at Joaquin, his face twisted in a mix of anger and humiliation. “You’ll regret this!” he hissed between ragged breaths. “There will be consequences!”Joaquin didn’t reply. His gaze hardened, and he took a step back,