The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains.Lior lay on the bed, chest rising and falling, sweat dripping down his skin. Gwen was curled against his left side, Elara on his right, both equally breathless and flushed.Gwen brushed her fingers across his chest.“Lior… you’re unbelievable,” she whispered, still panting.Elara giggled softly.“I can’t feel my legs.”Lior smirked, sitting up slowly. He realized their affections kept increasing geometrically.“I’m glad you both enjoyed it. But…”His expression shifted — sharp, focused.“I need to go.”Both women looked up, confused.Before they could ask, his phone buzzed.Kyle was calling.Lior answered.“Kyle. What’s wrong?”Kyle’s voice came through, urgent and breathless.“Boss… I found him. I finally found Michael’s hideout.”Lior’s eyes narrowed.“Where?”“An isolated island off the coast of Blackshore. He’s been hiding there ever since he killed your foster mother.”The room fell silent.Gwen’s smi

Lior followed the crimson‑haired woman deeper into the glowing sanctum, Kyle trailing behind him like a terrified puppy trying to look brave. The air grew warmer, richer… almost sacred. Strange symbols pulsed on the walls, reacting to Lior’s presence.At the end of the corridor stood a stone chamber illuminated by a single red crystal. In the center of the room lay a woman on a carved stone bed — motionless, pale, her breathing shallow.Lior stopped.His heart tightened.Kyle whispered, “Boss… is that…?”The guide nodded softly.“That is your aunt. The last surviving elder of the Crimson Moon Clan.”Lior stepped closer. Her body was thin, frail, her hair faded from once‑brilliant red to a dull brown. Her eyes were closed, unresponsive.“She was attacked with a poison crafted by the ShadowOrganization. It destroys the mind, leaving the body alive but empty.”Kyle swallowed. “So she’s… a vegetable.”The woman nodded.Lior clenched his fists.“Not anymore.”He placed his hand gen

The plaza was dead silent after Frederick’s words. Then both of them moved.Frederick’s body burst into black flame. “Shadow Dash.” He whispered the incantation then he shot forward, claws aimed for Lior’s throat.Lior didn’t dodge. “Flash Step Dash Skill Activated.” He blurred sideways and countered with the Hammer Strike to Frederick’s ribs.CRACK!Frederick flew 20 meters, skidding across the stone. But his wound closed in seconds, black smoke knitting his flesh back together. “Regeneration. The Shadow God’s gift.”He spat blood and grinned. “Not bad. Let’s see how you handle this.”He slammed his palm down. “Shadow Soldiers.”From the ground, 10 figures rose—tall, faceless warriors made of living darkness. Each held a blade of pure shadow.Lior didn’t blink. “Crimson Clones.”“Time to test out my new abilities.”The air shimmered. Five copies of Lior appeared around him, each glowing faint red. Real clones, not illusions. Each one moved with at least 70% of his speed

The gates had barely finished collapsing when a voice like a storm cracking open the sky roared across the battlefield.“Aldric!” Baron shouted. “You killed my father. Face me!”King Aldric stepped forward, still bleeding, but his spine straight.“I did what I had to, Baron. He tried to kill me. And also tried to unleash the Shadow plague in my kingdom.”Baron’s jaw clenched. “Liar.”Wind exploded around him, spiraling upward into a tornado that lifted chunks of stone from the ground.Aldric planted his palm on the earth.Roots burst from the soil, glowing with green runes. They wrapped around his arms, his chest, forming armor of living wood.“Baron, you are nothing like your father, please don't do this.” Aldric said softly.Baro chuckled. “ You know nothing about me, old man .” Both charged forward, and their abilities collided.Baron used his wind ability in furry.He swung his arm, and a blade of compressed air shot forward, slicing through obstacles like paper. Meanwhile Ruth,

---What had caused Harriette to show up at our table? Well whatever it was, I was ready to turn her down. Hold up…. Adam did it for me.. " I don't think that is a good idea." He frowned, looking at Harriette sternly.However, Harriette ignored Adam and turned her concentration on me. " Katrina, I know we haven't been on good terms lately, but can we let that go behind us and eat together just this once like old times.. please?" Harriette asked, looking truly sorry for leaving me in my times of need… or so I thought.As naive as I was, I did let her sit with us. Adam was giving me a questioning look. " It's okay," I assured him. After that, our table was filled with an awkward silence. Then all of a sudden, Harriette spoke up " so Katrina, have you informed Adam about your upcoming wedding?" Boy, did I choke. The food missed the normal route and went straight into my windpipe. I started coughing, helplessly gasping for air. Adam, with the look of confusion and shock on his face, grab