All Chapters of A God Cultivator Reborn in the Modern Age: Chapter 51
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Abel screamed. His body twisted on the marble floor, sweat and tears mixing together. His hands clawed at the ground without direction, his voice breaking from pain and humiliation.“M-My leg…”Alex slowly withdrew his foot. Unhurried. Unemotional. Yet the sight made everyone watching swallow hard.“Get up,” he said coldly. “Your screaming is polluting this hall.”Abel sobbed. There was no arrogance left. No trace of the young master who once loved to bully others. What remained was only a man who had lost everything—his pride, his power, and the protection of his father’s position.Alex turned toward the two guards near the door.“Throw them out.”A single command. No extra words. The two guards moved at once, lifting Victor—who was still unsteady—and dragging Abel, who could no longer stand on his own.“W-Wait…!” Victor struggled. “Chairman! Mr. Paula! I—”“Take them out,” Jack Paula said calmly.That sentence ended everything.The massive doors of the hall opened. The night wind ru
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The room fell silent again.Olivia lowered her head. Her fingers intertwined tightly, her nails nearly pressing into her skin. She wasn’t crying, but the disappointment was obvious—far too obvious to hide.Alex took a slow breath and stepped forward. Not toward Jack Paula, but toward the center of the hall.“In that case,” he said with a faint smile, “I really should apologize.”Several people lifted their heads in surprise.“Apologize?” Jack Son frowned.Alex nodded. “It seems I’ve ruined the atmosphere of the Jack family’s banquet tonight.”He glanced around at the aunts, uncles, and directors who had been sitting stiffly.“I came to eat,” he continued casually, “not to make people lose their appetite.”A few forced smiles appeared. Some chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension.Alex then turned to Olivia.“And about that,” he said more softly—just loud enough for her to hear—“I’m not refusing because I don’t care.”Olivia froze. Her eyes slowly lifted.“I’m refusing,” Alex cont
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“I should be the one saying the same thing to you… If you so much as harm a single strand of Clara’s hair, you will never see the sunrise tomorrow.”The five S-class assassins sent by the Han family exchanged glances.“Hahaha…”A low laugh echoed—not cheerful, but dripping with mockery.“He’s challenging Master Hao?” one of the S-class assassins scoffed.“This kid really doesn’t know when to joke,” another added.“To speak like that in front of an SSS-class martial arts master… Is he stupid or insane?”Master Hao did not laugh. He merely tilted his head slightly, as if evaluating an insect that had just made too much noise.“Young man,” he said calmly, “you have courage. But courage without strength only hastens death.”Alex did not respond.He simply lowered his shoulders slightly, loosening his suit jacket. Then he stepped forward—one step closer.At that moment, Candra quickly held him back.“Young Master, a martial artist at the level of an SSS-class assassin… He possesses invisib
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Alex’s sneer didn’t change. It looked cold, calculated—so much so that it made the old eyes of Master Hao narrow.It was obvious the old man was deeply intrigued by the ability he had just witnessed.“Your words are crude,” Master Hao said softly. “But I like them.”He slowly removed his black suit jacket and placed it on top of a rusted wooden crate. His movements were relaxed, almost elegant. But the moment his feet firmly touched the concrete floor—The air changed.There was no explosion. No overwhelming pressure. Just a subtle sensation, as if the atmosphere had suddenly grown heavier.Candra instinctively stepped back half a step.“That’s… Qi,” he muttered. “Dense, stable. He really is an SSS-class assassin.”Alex merely lifted a shoulder slightly.“If you’re done warming up, let’s begin.”A faint smile curved on Master Hao’s lips as he stepped forward.And in an instant—GONE.Not truly vanished. But his speed was so extreme that ordinary eyes couldn’t keep up. Even Candra, who
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Alex’s fist stopped. Completely stopped. Just one centimeter away from Master Hao’s face.The Qi swirling around his knuckles continued to pulse, making the air tremble faintly. His hair fluttered slightly from the restrained pressure that had yet to be released. But his eyes—cold and razor-sharp just moments ago—flickered for a brief second.Alex turned his head.At the end of the iron staircase on the upper floor stood Clara. She was breathing hard, one hand gripping the metal railing, the other pressed against her chest as if her heart might burst out. Her face was pale, but her eyes were fixed on Alex with unwavering intensity. She wasn’t afraid of him.She was afraid of losing him.“Don’t…” Clara’s voice trembled, yet remained clear. “Don’t kill him.”The warehouse fell silent. Only Master Hao’s heavy breathing filled the gaps between seconds. Alex did not immediately withdraw his fist. His jaw merely tightened.“He kidnapped you,” Alex said quietly, without fully turning toward
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Alex let out a long breath. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased, but his mind began moving faster than ever.He rose from his cross-legged position. The Qi within his body settled once more, hidden tightly like a calm lake concealing a powerful current beneath its surface.Alex stepped out of the training room.Candra, who had been standing guard outside, immediately straightened. His gaze sharpened, fully alert.“Young Master.”Alex looked at him directly, without wasting words.“The Han family won’t stop,” he said flatly. “If we simply wait, they’ll find another way.”Candra nodded. “Your orders?”“Take the rest of their shares,” Alex said quietly but firmly. “The Han family shares we haven’t touched yet. Use every channel. Legal, gray, or business pressure. I want them to completely lose control.”“With that, the powerful network operating behind the Han family will fall into place on its own.”Candra’s eyes shifted.“Understood. I’ll mobilize our people. Their board of dire
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Alex remained standing calmly. There was no change in his expression, as if the deaths of the three major family heads were nothing more than a morning weather report.He looked straight at the Ruler of Draken City. His gaze was neither challenging nor submissive.“I will not leave,” Alex said flatly.Clara reflexively turned toward him. “Alex, you have to—”Alex raised one hand, signaling her to stop. Not harshly. But firm enough to make her hold her words.The City Ruler narrowed his eyes slightly. “Do you understand what you’re saying? The provincial team is not ordinary law enforcement. They are not coming to ask questions.”“I know,” Alex replied without hesitation. “That’s precisely why I won’t leave.”Silence fell again. Heavy.“If I leave now,” Alex continued, “it will be the same as admitting to accusations I never committed. And that will drag in many people who should not be involved.”His gaze shifted—not to the City Ruler, but briefly to Clara. Just for a moment. But it w
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Alex did not raise his hands. Nor did he resist.He simply stood upright at the doorway, staring straight at the line of fully armed men surrounding his yard. Black helmets. Bulletproof vests bearing the insignia of the elite criminal apprehension unit.If he moved even a single step forward, a bullet might fly.“I will not resist,” Alex said calmly. “You came with orders. Just carry them out.”The commander of the arrest team—a cold-faced man with a firm jaw—furrowed one brow. He had been prepared for resistance, shouting, or panic. But Alex’s composure only made him more cautious.“Cuff him,” he ordered briefly.Click.Cold metal locked around Alex’s wrists. No struggle. No fear in his eyes. Even his breathing remained steady.From behind the door, Candra gripped the notebook he had just received. The veins in his neck tightened, his eyes reddened—but he remembered one thing Alex had said very clearly.'Trust me. And be patient.'Alex glanced back for a moment. Their eyes met.No wo
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The special prison transport vehicle came to a heavy stop in front of a massive, dull-black gate. Above it was a carved statue of a dragon, its eyes hollow and its fangs bared.Dragon Prison.The air around it felt different. Heavier. Colder. As if the place itself rejected normal life.When the iron doors opened—Alex stepped down in handcuffs, flanked by two armed guards. The moment his feet touched the ground, he immediately sensed the pure malice that had accumulated in this place for years.“Welcome,” one of the wardens said with a crooked smile. “If you survive three months, you can already consider yourself lucky.”“All because you offended the Han family.”Alex did not reply. He simply stared straight ahead.The prison corridors were lined with thick steel bars. Behind them, rough faces pressed against the metal, wild eyes observing the newcomer like predators scenting fresh blood.“Heh… clean-looking kid.”“That one looks expensive.”“How long do you think he’ll last?”“With
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The tattooed man’s face turned crimson. Veins bulged along his neck, his jaw tightening.“BASTARD!”Without warning, his fist shot toward Alex’s face.But Alex did not step back.He merely tilted his head slightly. The punch missed his cheek by an inch. At the same time, Alex’s hand—relaxed just moments ago—moved swiftly, gripping his opponent’s wrist and twisting it in the opposite direction.CRACK!Not broken—but enough to severely dislocate the man’s shoulder joint.“AAARGH!”A scream erupted inside the cell. Alex did not stop. With a single step forward, he drove his elbow into the tattooed man’s ribs.THUD!The air seemed to be sucked out of his lungs. The large body folded like a shrimp, saliva mixed with blood spilling from his mouth.“Damn—!”Before the curse could fully leave his lips, Alex’s knee slammed into his face.BAM!The tattooed man was thrown to the floor, his nose crushed, blood pouring heavily. The other two inmates flinched in shock.“Shit! Kill him!”One of them