Kael stood in the middle of the room calmly, looking at twenty thugs running toward him with sharp weapons and some firearms.Then—Kael released a bit of his aura.WUUUUUUMMMMM!!!Very strong silver aura exploded from his body—an aura that created extraordinarily great pressure, that made the entire warehouse shake violently.WHOOOOOOSSSSHHHHH!!!Most of the thugs were immediately thrown backward hard—their bodies floating in the air like leaves blown by a storm wind.BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!Some of them crashed into walls hard, their bones cracked, their bodies falling limply.Some crashed into piles of iron, their heads bleeding, accompanied by severe dizziness.Even some crashed into their other comrades, creating piles of colliding bodies.Just in an instant—Sixteen thugs were already lying on the ground with severe injuries.But there were about four people still standing—four thugs with firearms in their hands.They looked at Kael with gazes full of fear, but behind that fear,

Kael stood calmly in the middle of the dock, looking at the four cultivators still frozen with fear, then looking at Diana and the workers who were also trembling.Then he asked in a cold tone."Who's the leader?"Silence.No one answered.Everyone was silent, although some of them, especially the workers, looked at Diana as the answer.Diana on the other hand, was also silent—not saying anything.She didn't need to be smart to know she would face a bad fate if she confessed.Therefore, she looked coldly at her members—a gaze full of threat, commanding them to shut up!Kael waited a few seconds.But there was no answer.Then he said in a calm tone, but behind that calmness, there was a very terrifying threat."If no one confesses, I'll consider you all as the leader, and not a single one will survive!"Then—WUUUUUUMMMMM!!!Kael released a bit of his energy—very little, just a small part of his full power.But that was enough.Very strong silver aura exploded from his body—an aura tha

SILVERTON CITY POLICE STATION - MORNING.Chief of Police Office.A large man with short black hair starting to gray at the temples, sat behind his desk—Inspector Richard Donovan, Silverton City Police Chief. He was around his mid-fifties, with a sharp gaze and firm jaw.He was reading that morning's routine report when his office door was knocked hard.KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!"Come in," he said without lifting his head.The door opened. A young detective with a pale face entered hurriedly—his breath labored, his hands holding a stack of documents tightly."Sir! There's important news!"Richard raised his head with raised eyebrows. It was rare for his subordinates to look this panicked."What?"That detective swallowed, then said in a slightly trembling voice."Marcus 'The Reaper' Volkov... he's dead, Sir. At his headquarters. Last night."Richard froze.Brief silence.Then—SLAM!!!He rose from his chair quickly—so quickly his chair was pushed back and hit the wall behind him. His expres

11:00 AM - SILVERTON ACADEMY.Kael and Lily stood in front of the magnificent iron gate connecting the outside world to Lily's new world—Silverton Academy, the best boarding school in this city.Its main building stood sturdy with elegant classical architecture—dark red brick combined with large white-framed windows, spacious green grounds with shady trees, and neat stone pathways leading to the main entrance.Lily looked at that school with sparkling eyes—a mixture of amazement, nervousness, and happiness."This... this will be my school?"Kael smiled seeing Lily's expression, then extended his hand."Come on. Let's go in."Lily nodded quickly, then grabbed Kael's hand tightly, as if afraid of losing the only support she had.---In the principal's office.That room was spacious and warm. Dark brown wooden walls, bookshelves full of encyclopedias and classic novels, a large neat desk, and the calming aroma of coffee.Behind that desk sat a middle-aged woman with round glasses and a f

Kael opened that folder slowly—page after page full of horrifying photos.Photos of victims with destroyed bodies. Chests torn wide open, and hearts missing.Kael looked at those photos with a calm gaze—no expression of disgust, no expression of fear. Just... focus.Richard looked at Kael seriously, then began explaining in a professional tone—the tone of an experienced cop who was used to brutal cases."This case started a year ago, when we found the first victim in a narrow alley near the Industrial District. A 42-year-old factory worker. His body was destroyed, ribs broken, and his heart missing—taken in a very brutal way."Richard paused for a moment, then continued in a more serious tone."Since then, victims kept falling. Until now, more than a hundred people have died in Silverton City alone. All died in the same condition—bodies destroyed, hearts missing. But the most confusing thing is... all the victims are random. There's no clear pattern."Richard pointed to several victim