A heavy silence blanketed the room, thick and unmoving. Even the air felt frozen in time. The Medical Sage—one of the most respected and celebrated figures in all of Draconia—was kneeling before a young man, begging to become his disciple. It was almost laughable. Had the world suddenly gone mad? Marcus, still holding his stinging cheek, gaped in disbelief. This was the legendary Medical Sage! A man who had made his mark in the medical world. How could someone like him grovel at the feet of a nobody like Robin and beg him to take him as his disciple? How could Robin compare to him? That punk didn’t even deserve to be in the same room with him! Was the old man insane? Delirious? Sebastian and Jace were equally stunned, their expressions twisted as they tried to make sense of what they were witnessing. The only person who looked even remotely pleased was Sheila, standing calmly behind Robin. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Shocked as she was, she couldn’

Inside a luxurious private suite within one of the county's most elite five-star restaurants, two figures sat across each other. One of them was a young man, around Robin’s age, radiating an unmistakable air of nobility. Just a single glance at him was enough to tell he came from a powerful family. That was Roman Hutton—the heir to the Hutton family, one of the Tremendous Five. Seated across from him was a middle-aged man whose presence felt like a sharp blade drawn in silence. His aura was suffocating, violent, commanding, and unmistakably dangerous. This was none other than Shawn, the infamous Underground Kingpin! The atmosphere in the room was heavy, laced with tension as the two men continued their intense discussion. "What did you just say? The mission failed?" Roman gasped in shock, his eyes widening with disbelief. He stared at the furious man before him, then suddenly laughed aloud. "Mr. Morningstar, you nearly had me there. I almost thought you were serious. Hahaha."

Back in the county, Robin had no idea that by healing Mr. Dunn Sr., he had unknowingly provoked not only the heir of the Hutton family but also one of the infamous priestesses of the Dark Syndicate. And now, they were after his life! After leaving the Dunns' villa, he took a quiet ride back to Mount Rushmore. Inside the room, Katherine sat beside Mr. Ramsey Sr., gently holding his hands. Her red, puffy eyes and the trail of dried tears across her cheeks were enough to show how much she’d been crying. Just then, the door creaked open and Robin stepped in. Katherine’s head whipped toward the door, and when she saw him, her eyes lit up like the midnight stars. “Young Master!” she jumped up and rushed over. Her gaze raked all over him, as if searching for something. "Did... did you get it?" Robin felt a mixture of warmth and sorrow swell in his chest at the sight of her concern. “I did,” he said gently, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out the herb and passed it to her. “I’m

After dealing with Eryndor, Robin turned to Katherine, his expression thoughtful. "What do you know about the Dark Syndicate? Are they truly that powerful?" Despite his earlier disregard for Eryndor, he wasn't arrogant enough to dismiss the entire organization. A wise man studies his enemies to prepare for what’s to come.Katherine's face was serious as she gave a firm nod. "They're one of the most feared forces in the country, known for countless atrocities. They have so many subsidiaries scattered throughout the country, while their headquarters is situated in the capital."If ten wicked incidents take place in Draconia, six of them are almost certainly their doing. Years ago, your father had had enough. He launched a solo assault on them—it was a battle to the death. That fight shook all of Draconia, and even neighboring nations took notice."Without backup, your father stormed the Syndicate’s headquarters alone. He killed their Dark Lord and leveled the entire stronghold, wiping

Shangri-La Restaurant… A sleek cab pulled to a graceful stop before the towering restaurant. Robin stepped out and strolled toward the entrance.Parked out front were cars worth anywhere from ten to twenty million, possibly more—clear proof that only the elite dined here.He knew that Shangri-La wasn’t just any place—it was one of the best dining spots in all of Westridge. Now, seeing it in person, he was sure the praise wasn’t exaggerated. A broad-shouldered man in uniform stood to the side—clearly the doorman. Robin offered him a polite smile and continued forward. “Hold it right there!” the doorman suddenly barked, storming over to block Robin’s path. His eyes swept over Robin’s attire, and his expression twisted with open disgust. "And where do you think you’re going, you loser?” he spat contemptuously. "Get lost! This isn't a place for beggars!" Robin's brows furrowed slightly as he lifted his gaze to the doorman. Why was everyone such snobbish fools? He was just a do