That night after the trial, the sky over Lotus was veiled in a thin mist. The capital’s streets were crowded with people still talking about the High Judge’s decision. The name of Healer Bintang was praised everywhere, while Arka’s name was cursed on every corner.But for Bintang, the courtroom victory was only the beginning. He sat inside the clinic with several envoys from the Sky Dragon Organization. A large map was spread out before him, red marks indicating possible escape routes Arka might have taken.Zidane, who had just arrived, immediately delivered his report.“Dragon King, we’ve searched the eastern part of the palace. According to our spies, Arka fled with five loyal guards. They escaped through an underground passage connected to the eastern port.”Bintang’s gaze sharpened as he studied the map.“The eastern port… the fastest route to the Eastern Sea. So he’s planning to seek refuge with the Eastern Sea Emperor.”The Goddess of Beauty, sitting beside him, let out a cold h

The next morning, shocking news spread rapidly throughout the entire capital of Lotus.“The Divine Medic Bintang is going to propose to Princess Lily!”The rumor made the common people cheer, while the nobles scoffed in disbelief. A commoner physician—no matter how praised he was—daring to challenge noble norms by marrying a royal princess?The meeting hall of Lily’s family was immediately filled with tension. The first time Bintang came, they had successfully rejected him. But this second time?Bintang arrived wearing a simple white outfit embroidered with silver threads. Not a noble’s robe, nor a formal royal ceremonial attire, but clothing that reflected who he was—a physician who stood for the people. Behind him, the Zhao family, who had recently become indebted to him, accompanied him as witnesses and guarantors.The front courtyard of the Hua family estate was filled with invited noble guests. Sharp whispers sliced through the air.“How dare he…”“A common physician wants to mar

Bintang nodded slowly, his gaze softening as he looked at the Goddess of Medicine and the Goddess of War, both carrying his children.“Dear, why did you come here? Shouldn’t you be resting in the Celestial Residence…?”Both of his pregnant wives shook their heads gently.“We had strange dreams… One of your disciples seems to be facing a serious problem.”Bintang raised one eyebrow slightly.“Oh? What kind of dream did you see…?”The Goddess of War began to explain. The young man in question—Junaidi—was being held captive by a gambling mafia in his homeland.After hearing everything, Bintang nodded calmly.“Zidane, gather information about my disciple… as detailed as possible. Find his exact location.”Zidane nodded and immediately made a call.Two hours later, a small meeting was held in the Blue Dragon Palace. A recording was shown, revealing Junaidi losing a high-stakes gamble.“If my disciple loses his wealth, that is the consequence of gambling…” Bintang said calmly.“But if they

The early dawn sky over the northern border of Jiancin looked pale. A light drizzle fell steadily, dampening the stone road that stretched toward the low mountains. A black van moved slowly through the fog, its headlights dim.Inside, Junaidi still looked restless, occasionally glancing at the rear window.“Master… it seems like there’s a vehicle following us.”Bintang did not respond immediately. He closed his eyes, listening carefully. In the silence, he caught a faint sound in the distance—the low hum of engines trying to stay unnoticed.“Four motorcycles and two cars… they’ve found us,” he said calmly.Junaidi swallowed.“What should we do, Master?”Bintang opened his eyes. His gaze was sharp, composed—as if the rain outside meant nothing.“Relax. They think we’re escaping… when in fact, we’re leading them to the wrong place.”He pressed a small button on the dashboard. Three beeps sounded, activating a hidden system.A few kilometers behind them, one of the pursuing cars suddenly

The sky over Jiancin that night was not its usual blue. It was dark, dense, and turbulent, as if the sea itself refused to remain calm. Beneath relentless flashes of lightning, an old, unflagged ship cut through the towering waves. On its deck stood a man with blood-red eyes filled with rage. His clothes were torn, his face covered in wounds—but that gaze, the gaze of Veyra, remained as sharp as a blade.He survived.Even though his entire underground network had been destroyed, even though the government was hunting him, and even though Golden Serpent was now nothing but a name—Veyra was not dead.Beside him, a tall, broad-shouldered foreign man lit a cigar and gazed out at the sea. He wore a long black coat with a silver wave emblem on his shoulder. “You’re truly stubborn, Veyra. You’ve lost everything, yet you still refuse to die. What are you chasing now? Revenge?”Veyra wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and smirked. “I lost money, my name, and my honor. But not my memor