A few days later, Javon took Sherly and Eliana out shopping. They rarely had time like this. Even a monster like Javon needed a break between wars.“How’s your wound?” Javon asked Eliana, who was walking slowly behind him.“Ah, this one?” Eliana smiled teasingly. “There’s no wound I can’t heal, as long as you’re the one treating me.”Her voice was soft but dangerous. If Sherly hadn’t been there, she might’ve been hanging off his shoulder already.Javon just shook his head. “You never change.”Inwardly, he had thought of taking both of them to Mount Oxva. The place wasn’t just a mountain—it was the world’s core of energy, where ancient masters once meditated.If Eliana and Sherly came with him, they could strengthen his power. But Javon knew the risks. Mount Oxva wasn’t a training ground—it was a battlefield between opportunity and annihilation.Better to go alone.Just as he was turning down the sidewalk, someone bumped into him in a panic.“Javon—Doctor Forger! It’s really you?!”Jav

Brendon’s eyes widened. “Impossible! He’s a Grandmaster, how did you—”“Slapped him,” Javon replied lightly. “Maybe his skin was fragile.”It had happened so fast, no one even saw him move. The tension that filled the hall just moments ago curdled into raw terror. The members of the Walker family stared at Javon like witnesses to something that had just crawled out of hell.Andreas, pale and trembling, spat his rage. “You... you dare challenge the Walker family?!”Javon’s tone was calm, almost bored. “I’m not challenging anyone. I’m just clearing trash from the street.”Brendon’s jaw clenched; he let out a low, venomous laugh. “Good. Very good.”From his inner pocket, he pulled out something sleek and silver, its cold shine catching the chandelier’s light. “Let’s see, then, who survives longer.”A pistol. Its muzzle leveled squarely at Javon’s chest.The Brook family gasped. The Walker men smirked, certain this was the end.“Even a Grandmaster can’t stop a bullet,” one of the Walker e

In the heart of Salvador’s downtown, in the Walker family’s main building, muffled thuds echoed from the subterranean conference room. Devan, head of the Walker family, stared at the large holographic screen before him. On it lay the images of Brendon and Richard, motionless and lifeless.His face was cold as stone. “So... that brat killed them.”“Yes, Sir,” a servant answered, voice trembling. “He also... cut Young Master Andreas’s hand.”Devan closed his eyes, repressing the anger that trembled through his body. “Javon Forger...” he muttered, the words like a blade scraping rock.Andreas lay on a stretcher at the side of the room, his hand bandaged, his face full of hatred. “Father... please... kill him. Destroy his family. I want to hear him scream!”Devan looked at his son, then rose. “You will get him. But not by ordinary means.”He walked to the safe behind the room and broke the blue seal. Inside was a crystal vial filled with a thick red fluid, something pulsed slowly inside,

Three days later, the Forger villa pulsed back to life. Sherly was laying out formal attire in the living room. Eliana stood behind her, dressed in a fitted black guard uniform that accentuated her sharp presence.“Hotel Malabar, seven p.m.,” Sherly said, checking the schedule on her tablet. “Catherine’s already there. All the major families of Salvador are attending. Including… two branches of the Walker family.”“Two?” Javon asked, buttoning his jacket. He wore a tailored black suit, no insignia, yet unmistakably military in quality.“Yes,” Eliana replied. “One’s coming to flatter you. The other… not so much.”Javon gave a faint smile. “Good. The world’s finally showing its teeth.”***Hotel Malabar.A massive crystal chandelier shimmered over the golden marble hall. The orchestra played softly through the air. Media cameras turned every time a member of a major family entered.“Good evening, Mr. Catherine!”“The Forger Group truly dominates Salvador this year!”Catherine smiled pol

Silence froze, even the clink of a spoon sounded like a drumbeat in the vast Amber Room. Many guests had assumed Javon Forger was just a lucky young man from a minor family.But in one night, those faces went pale when they learned he was the CEO of Forger Enterprise, the man even the Himalaya family bowed to. And secretly, many felt relieved they weren’t as reckless as Graham.“Please, Mr. Forger. The room has been prepared for you.” Richard Himalaya bowed slightly, offering a sign of respect.The gesture alone was enough to root the guests to the spot. The Himalayas, one of Salvador’s four great powers, bowing to a newly risen family? The only thing that made sense was strength.Javon stepped in, Sherly at his right. No need for many words, the way they walked was declaration enough of the new hierarchy that night.“Mr. Richard,” someone at the back asked, “Who exactly is this Mr. Forger? Why would a powerful house like yours even intervene to beat the Walkers for him?”Richard on