After returning home, Nathan wasted no time. He stepped out of his shoes, rolled up his sleeves, and headed straight to the secluded garden behind the villa—the quiet, concealed area surrounded by ancient trees and blessed with an unusual stillness. To others, it might look like a patch of overgrown greenery, but to Nathan, it was sacred ground. The soil brimmed with life. The air carried a strange charge. This was where he could work in peace—where power could be drawn from nature’s core itself.He stood at the center of a smooth stone platform that had been created over the years. At its heart lay a refined brazier, encrusted with aged runes. Nathan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing in the energy of the space around him. The soft hum of the Crystal —a rare, glowing gemstone known for amplifying elemental flow—rested in his palm.“It’s now or never,” he muttered, placing the Crystal in the middle of the brazier as a catalyst. He arranged the things herbs he had gotten over

As Nathan turned slightly, a stir broke out among a group of men seated close to the center—faces he recognized from the last medical conference. The first to stand was Robert Gaius, followed closely by several other renowned practitioners and surgeons.“Nathan!” Robert called, striding up quickly, a bright smile on his face. “It’s pleasant to see you here .”Another older gentleman, Dr. Li, joined him. “It’s an honor, truly. Welcome, President.”Their expressions were respectful—some even reverent. The air around them had shifted. That one incident—where Nathan had defeated Frank Fields with skill, both medical and supernatural—had left a deep impression. And he had become the President of the National Medical Association, their awe only grew.“We just wanted to salute—” Robert began, lowering his head slightly.But Nathan’s eyes lifted and locked onto them. Calm, cold, and commanding. There was no harshness in them—only quiet authority. It was enough.They froze.Ah… right.In uniso

The hall fell silent as Keane Waters stood poised with the wooden box in his hands. Everyone’s eyes trailed him, puzzled.Why would a man of his caliber waste his time on a pill from someone like Nathan?Even Nathan raised a brow, curious about Keane’s sudden interest. He hadn’t expected someone to vouch for him—especially not him.Then came Braxton’s scoff, breaking the silence with his smug voice. “This is a waste of time, Master Keane. I respect your knowledge, but surely you know better than to dignify this nonsense.” He waved a hand dismissively in Nathan’s direction. “That man can’t possibly make a real pill. He’s not an alchemist. He’s just… a lucky nobody.”There were murmurs of agreement.“He’s only trying to save face.”“Why would a man dressed like that have something worth looking at?”“Even if it looks like a pill, it’s probably filled with cheap herbs and colored powder.”“Sir Keane shouldn’t even waste his breath.”But Keane’s eyes didn’t waver. He turned his head sligh

Gasps and murmurs still floated as Keane stood, shoulders squared, addressing the shocked crowd.“Everyone here knows me,” he said, his voice laced with solemn pride. “I’m not a man who plays tricks. I’ve built my name on honesty, precision, and service to the people. What do I stand to gain by falsely accusing Nathan?”Whispers turned into voices.“He’s right! Why would Keane lie?”“Keane Waters has nothing to prove. His record speaks for him!”“I trust Master Keane more than some newcomer with a fancy pill!”Amid the uproar, Nathan remained calm, but his sharp gaze caught something the others missed – Braxton giving a subtle, satisfied smile… to Keane.The connection struck Nathan like lightning.Braxton. It was him. He manipulated Keane into doing this.He inhaled slowly, eyes steady, mind racing. “So, this isn’t about the pill. It’s about me. Braxton just couldn't stand me being praised and so he wants to ruin me. Great.”As the room’s volume rose with accusation and disdain, Tayl

Nathan stepped out of the grand banquet hall, the chatter and clinking of goblets muffling behind him as the large doors shut. His gaze found Keane hunched by the marble steps, his shoulders drooped, his eyes swollen from crying, and his robes smeared with dirt. He looked like a man with nothing left—not dignity, not hope.Keane lifted his head but quickly dropped it when he saw Nathan approaching. Shame curled through his spine like a whip. He couldn’t bear to meet his gaze.Nathan stopped before him, his arms crossed. A slow, cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “So this is what integrity looks like when it's tossed aside like trash,” he said flatly. “Tell me, Keane—was it worth it?”Keane's lips trembled, but no words came out.Nathan gave a quiet scoff and turned to leave.But Keane suddenly lunged forward, falling on his knees and grabbing the hem of Nathan’s robes. “Please, Nathan! Forgive me. I— I was wrong,” he sobbed. “I don’t expect pity. I was selfish, I was over-