The room went quiet after Lior spoke. The shareholders frowned, one of them snapping, “Who do you think you are to even talk in this meeting? You’re not part of this company.”Lior didn’t flinch. His voice was calm, almost humble. “I know I’m just a nobody here. But if you listen to what I say and it turns out to be useless, I’ll stop right away. Just give me one chance.”The shareholders exchanged doubtful looks, but curiosity kept them silent. Lior turned to Selene. “How much money do you still have set aside for investing in stocks?”Selene hesitated, then answered softly, “There’s still twenty million left. We planned to invest it ten million at a time.”Lior nodded. “Then put all of it into Rose’s Jade mining stocks. They’re about to discover new mining land. In just a few minutes, their stocks will triple.”The shareholders laughed under their breath. “Triple? Impossible,” one muttered. “He’s dreaming,” another sneered. The crowd stirred, whispers spreading. None of them knew

That evening, Lior decided to take his adopted mother, Seraph, out for dinner. As they walked together through the lively streets, Seraph glanced at him with a curious smile. “What’s the occasion?” she asked softly. Lior grinned. “I’m celebrating my victory tonight. I made millions.” Seraph’s eyes widened. “Millions? That’s wonderful, Lior. You deserve to celebrate.” They headed into town, lanterns glowing above them, the sound of chatter and music filling the air. Soon, they arrived at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. The tall glass doors opened into a hall filled with warm light, polished floors, and the hum of well‑dressed patrons enjoying their meals. Lior felt proud as he guided Seraph inside. He had always wanted to treat her to something special, and tonight felt like the perfect moment. But as they entered, a group of wealthy young people at a nearby table noticed them. Among them was a striking woman with long blonde hair, her friends laughi

Lior walked back into the palace courtyard, still tired from the long night, but he was grateful for the pleasant meal and experience with his foster mother at the twilight garden bistro. He barely took three steps before Kara rushed toward him. Her face was pale, her eyes worried.“Kara?” Lior asked softly. “What happened?”Kara looked down, twisting her fingers. “Prince Frederick… he caught me doing your chores. He was so angry. He said you must meet him the moment you return.”Lior sighed. “I see.”“I’m sorry,” Kara whispered. “I tried to cover for you. I really did.”Lior placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You did great. Don’t blame yourself.”But inside, he knew this was going to be bad.“He said to see him immediately when you returned.” Kara said, fear in her voice.“Alright, I will head there now.” Lior said as he changed direction from the servant's headquarters to the Prince’s chambers.“Lior please be careful.” Kara cautioned, her voice full of care.“Don't bother, I a

Lior’s head turned slightly from the impact of the slap, but he didn’t fall. He didn’t even flinch.Frederick’s hand trembled.“You think you’re clever?” he hissed. “You think you can embarrass me in front of everyone?”Lior looked at him calmly, his expression unreadable.Frederick leaned closer, his voice shaking with rage.“I am not done with you! This next punishment…” He pointed a trembling finger at Lior’s chest. “…you won’t be able to do it.”The crowd held its breath.“Oh my, I thought we were just having fun, but I think Prince Frederick has literally gone insane.”“Should we be worried? Is this the best time to leave? You know how powerful he is.” Some whispered nervously.“Is he insane? Lior just dodged Roland’s ultimate… What more can he do to him?” another added boldly.But Frederick didn’t care.His pride had been wounded twice in one night — and he was determined to crush Lior no matter what it took.He turned sharply, his cloak whipping behind him, and stomped bac

In a quiet corner of the city, the bounty hall was heavy with smoke, the kind that clung to clothes and made the air thick. Hunters sat in groups, their laughter sharp, their weapons gleaming under the dim lantern light. Some sharpened blades, others bragged about battles with beasts that most men would never dare face. Prince Frederick’s boots echoed against the stone floor as he stormed in, his cloak trailing behind him like a shadow. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on one man—a figure larger than most, scarred across the cheek, with a wolfskin draped over his shoulders. His presence alone silenced the table he sat at. This was Drako, the hunter whispered about in villages, the man who had slain shadow creatures that tore through forests at night. Frederick marched straight to him, his voice sharp. “You. I have a job for you.” He slapped a picture onto the table, the image of Lior Raz staring back. “Kill him. He’s the new head of guards.” Drako didn’t move at fi