The morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room still steeped in the scent of last night. On the bed, two bodies lay close together, partially covered by a wrinkled white sheet. Their breathing had returned to normal, but Alyssa’s chest still throbbed with a restless rhythm.She slowly opened her eyes, gazing at Hansen sleeping beside her, one arm still wrapped around her waist.For a moment, Alyssa froze.The memories of the night before surged back in a wave of heat and confusion. Their kisses. The touches. The breaths. The warmth that enveloped every inch of her body. It wasn’t just desire—it was an explosion of emotions they had both kept buried.But now, in the light of morning… everything felt more real. And more terrifying.Alyssa turned her head, looking at Hansen’s peaceful face. A faint mark of her kiss remained on his neck, and his hair was tousled from her hands last night. She w

Several days had passed since his meeting with Laotaro. Hansen had chosen to disappear from the clamor of the outside world, immersing himself in rare tranquility. He locked himself inside the apartment, letting time pass undisturbed. Meditation became the only thing he did—not just to calm his mind, but also to refine the energy pathways within his body.His body had reached the limit of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm. But for some reason, he felt something beginning to respond within him—like an ancient power slowly awakening, making way for deeper development.When he opened his eyes, the morning sunlight streamed through the apartment’s large windows. The air felt fresher than usual, and his body felt light, as if every burden had dissolved during meditation.Bzzz—Bzzz.His phone vibrated on the table. The name that appeared made him smile faintly: Ferdinan.“Yo, bro! Where’ve you been? I looked for you at the old place,

In the corner of the ballroom, still glittering with classical music and crystal lights, Candra stood frozen. His face was tense, his jaw clenched, and his eyes locked onto Hansen, who was now standing beside Fatmala.“Hansen... that sewer rat! How dare he walk alongside Fatmala as if they're equals,” he muttered lowly, full of fury. He clenched his wine glass so tightly it nearly shattered in his grasp.Some of Candra’s fellow socialites glanced at him. One of them—Erwin, a distant cousin of the Atmajaya family—approached with a sly grin.“You don’t like him, huh?” Erwin sneered. “But I bet everyone is surprised. A poor guy from the outskirts, walking the red carpet without getting kicked out.”Candra turned swiftly. “I won’t let this slide. He needs to know his place. Fatmala might respect him because of my grandfather, but I won’t just watch him stain this party.”He spun around and signaled to two men standing nearby—Farel and Dion, b

"Ferdinan, I should go home. There's nothing for me to do here anyway. Thanks for showing me the world," Hansen smiled at Ferdinan, then glanced at Laura. "Call me sometime. I'm looking forward to our next meeting."Hansen walked away from the crowd and the banquet that, truthfully, never needed his presence.Meanwhile, hidden in a corner on the second floor of the same building, Candra stared at his phone screen with a sinister grin. Beside him, Farel and Dion were plugging a small square device into a laptop."It's connected to the building's security system. We can manipulate the CCTV," Dion reported, his fingers dancing across the keyboard."Good," Candra replied flatly. "Hansen will exit through the basement parking. Make sure the cameras there only show a static image."Farel added, "We’ve already tagged Hansen’s car. Once he gets in, we’ll activate the signal jammer. He won’t be able to call for help."Candra looked at bot

The blue light in Hansen’s hand swirled slowly above the victim’s body. A burnt scent began to rise as the symbol on the man's chest reacted—violently trembling, then shrinking, as if terrified by the power about to erase it.But before Hansen could complete his technique, the door burst open with force. An elderly man in an expensive suit and piercing gaze entered with authoritative steps.“Delia, stop. What are you doing with this random young man?”Hansen slowly lowered his hand, staring at the man without a word.Delia turned around, her face unchanged—cold and calm.“Uncle, he has a name. Hansen. Directly recommended by Mr. Laotaro,” Delia said.“Pfft, just a youngster,” the uncle scoffed, clapping his hands twice. “Look who I brought. He’s a Geomancy Expert who has aided noble families in seven countries. Compared to this boy, he’s more than enough.”Heavy footsteps echoed into the room. A middle-aged man in a brow