Dave left the thrift store with the Soul Guardian Urn in his hand. He walked without any particular destination, enjoying the lively city atmosphere. His steps led him through the upscale shopping district, until finally his eyes landed on a magnificent, towering building: the Grand Emerald Hotel. Crystal lights sparkled in the lobby, a red carpet was laid out at the entrance, and expensive cars were neatly lined up. Elegantly dressed people were coming and going, as if there was a big event inside. Dave didn't know what kind of event it was, but curiosity drew him closer.He was carrying the unsightly urn given to him by the thrift store owner. The urn was wrapped in thin cloth, but its shape was still clearly visible. Dave wanted to take a look around, maybe there was something interesting inside. Dave's instinct told him he had to attend this event; it must be the one Karina had talked about.As Dave approached the main entrance, he was stopped by two burly security guards."Excuse

Markus clapped his hands, producing a crisp sound in the sudden silence. He gestured to some nearby hotel staff. Everyone, including Alex who had run off but was now peeking from behind a pillar, was stunned."You there!" Markus commanded, his voice now firm again, but with a different tone, a kind of newfound excitement. "Prepare a special place for this important guest of mine!" He pointed at Dave. "In the front row, if necessary. Make sure he's well attended to. Every one of his needs must be met!"The servants stammered, then hurried to obey. They had never seen Markus so enthusiastic, especially for someone of Dave's ordinary appearance.Markus turned to Dave, his smile now warm, different from his cynical smirk earlier. "Please, come with me. You are my most important guest of honor tonight."Everyone who had previously insulted Dave, and was now witnessing the scene, whispered among themselves. Who was this man? Why was Markus treating him like royalty? What was happening? Asto

Richard's punch flew towards Dave's face, his fist aiming for his jaw. All eyes were on them, anticipating the collision that would knock Dave down. Karina let out a small shriek, her eyes wide.This time, Dave didn't stay silent. Richard's grip on his collar was still strong, but it wasn't enough to hold him back. As Richard's fist closed in, Dave shifted his head slightly to the side, dodging the direct blow. Simultaneously, his right hand shot up quickly, gripping Richard's wrist as it came down to strike.Richard groaned. His body trembled, not from emotion, but from the sudden searing pain shooting up from his wrist. He tried to release his hand from Dave's grip, but he couldn't."Let go of me, you bastard!" Richard snarled, trying to pull his hand away with all his might.Dave looked at Richard with cold eyes. "How dare you hit me. This is for your reckless hand."With a subtle, almost imperceptible pressure, Dave crushed Richard's fingers. The bones in Richard's hand let out a

Everyone looked at each other. No one dared to claim it.From the middle of the crowd, Karina stepped forward. Her face was pale, but her eyes shone with newfound courage. She stood tall before Gabriel Petrov, unafraid, though her legs trembled slightly."Mr. Petrov," Karina said, her voice clear and steady, drawing everyone's attention. "The true owner of this urn is Dave Vogel. He's my brother. From the orphanage, back in the day."A wave of whispers spread through the guests once more. Brother? An orphanage? And Dave Vogel, the man who had just been insulted and dismissed?Gabriel Petrov looked at Karina, then nodded slowly. "What? So a mere ordinary young man possesses this urn? I understand now..." Gabriel looked at Dave, who now stood somewhat distant in a corner of the hall, avoiding the spotlight. Gabriel sighed.Karina added, "I believe he possesses incredible abilities. It's truly a shame that when he tried to prove it just now, none of us believed him. Even I doubted my own

The fight began. Viper didn't wait for the bell. He launched his first attack with agile, nimble movements, as if he were made of rubber. His body shot towards Dave like an arrow, his fist aimed at Dave's face. A chilling laugh escaped Viper's lips, a cynical hiss that promised menace.Dave was taken aback. Viper's speed was truly unexpected. He could barely keep up with Viper's movements. Viper's first punch narrowly missed, the wind of it brushing Dave's cheek.Dave quickly retreated, evading more than counter-attacking. He needed time to study how Viper moved, to find openings in his unconventional fighting style.Viper continued his assault. He danced around Dave, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks. His movements were erratic, yet incredibly fast and deadly. He was like a shadow, appearing from one side only to suddenly strike from another. Every attack aimed to disable or finish him. He used elbows, knees, and sweeping kicks. Viper unleashed a non-stop stream of curses, revi