All Chapters of A God Cultivator Reborn in the Modern Age: Chapter 61
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At midnight, Alex finally experienced his first dinner inside Dragon Prison.He walked calmly in the middle of the line. His gaze was straight ahead, observing the vastness of Cell Block Seven. His breathing remained steady. Riko stood half a step behind him, his face tense, his eyes constantly darting around.Whispers began to spread.“That’s him…”“The one who beat up our guy?”“Yeah. They said Erwin’s arm was broken, and several bones in his face were crushed.”The stares changed. Some were curious. Some were afraid. Others were filled with ill intent.When they reached a slightly quieter dining area, the atmosphere shifted. Four men who had been standing near the far end of the room began walking toward them.Other inmates immediately stepped aside. Their builds were massive. Their gazes were cold. Their muscles were clearly not the result of ordinary training. On one man’s chest was a tattoo of a black dragon with bared fangs—the core symbol of Rey Sogun’s elite subordinates.Rik
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Riko hadn’t even managed to take his next breath when Alex moved.He didn’t jump.He advanced.His first step shattered the rhythm of the attack.BAAAAAAM!The man in front tried to grab him, using numbers to overwhelm him. But Alex stepped into the most dangerous range—closer than expected—and at the same time his right elbow shot upward.KRAAK!The elbow crushed the first attacker’s nose. His face caved in instantly, and his body flew backward, slamming into two men behind him.They hadn’t even fallen yet when Alex spun sideways like a rotating blade. His heel swept low across the floor, targeting the shin of the attacker from the side.THUD!Bone cracked. A scream burst out. The large body collapsed to the ground.At that exact moment, from behind, the broken metal bench leg swung toward the back of Alex’s neck.But Alex had already ducked a split second earlier. As the metal sliced through empty air, he grabbed the attacker’s arm, twisted, pulled him forward, and smashed the man’s
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The next morning.Sunlight pierced through the iron bars, spilling into the central yard of Block Seven. The air was still cold, but tension had already been hanging thick since dawn. The inmates stood in small groups, pretending to exercise, yet their eyes kept drifting in one direction.Alex.He was doing push-ups at a steady rhythm. His back straight. His breathing controlled. Every movement precise, as if his body were a tireless machine.Riko stood beside him, trying to imitate the motion. But sweat already soaked his forehead, his breathing uneven.“Slow down,” Alex said briefly without looking at him. “Control your breathing.”Riko nodded quickly.Then suddenly—Heavy footsteps echoed.DUM. DUM. DUM.They weren’t ordinary steps. There was weight behind them. The once noisy yard quieted instantly. Several inmates instinctively moved aside, clearing a path.Rey Sogun had arrived.His posture was firm. His muscles obvious even beneath the prison uniform. His gaze was fixed straigh
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BRAAAACK!Alex’s elbow slammed into Rey Sogun’s face with brutal precision. The crack of bone striking bone rang out—dry and horrifying. Rey’s massive body was flung sideways like a sack of sand, crashing into the ground with a heavy thud.DUM!Dust scattered into the air. The central yard of Block Seven seemed to freeze completely.Before Rey could rise, Alex moved again. His steps were light, calm—but each one felt like a tolling death bell.Rey tried to raise his hand. His rough Qi churned violently, but it wasn’t stable. That instability made him too slow.DUAG!Alex’s fist struck Rey’s solar plexus. Pure Qi flowed through the punch, piercing through Rey’s crude defense like a hot knife through wax.“UGH!”Rey expelled air mixed with blood. His eyes widened. His body lifted slightly off the ground before dropping to his knees.Alex didn’t stop.BUK!One punch to the jaw.DUK!One kick to the ribs.KRAAAK!The sound of cracking bone rang clearly, making several inmates reflexively
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Alex fell silent for a moment. His finger tapped lightly against the table.Tok.Tok.His gaze lifted, piercing into Rey Sogun’s face without emotion.“You want to go out?” he asked flatly.Rey lowered his head even deeper. “With your permission, Sir. The black market isn’t a place where just anyone can move freely. I…”Alex stood up. His movement was calm, yet the air in the room seemed to grow heavier.“I’ll go with you,” he said shortly. “I also want to see the true face of Dragon Prison.”Rey was startled. His head snapped up. “Sir… it’s very dangerous. There are many spies there.”Alex gave a faint smile—the same one he wore before crushing Rey in the Block Seven yard.“That’s exactly why.”Riko instinctively stepped forward. “Alex…”“Guard Block Seven,” Alex cut him off without turning. “If anyone moves suspiciously, mark them.”Riko nodded firmly. “I understand.”*Midnight.An underground corridor opened behind what appeared to be an ordinary old wall. Two armed guards stood t
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The dealer nodded stiffly. The metal cylinder was lifted.Then—KRRRRAAANG… KRRRRAAANG…The sound of the steel ball spinning echoed through the casino hall. Each clink felt like a hammer striking Rey Sogun’s chest. Cold sweat formed at his temples. His fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.But unlike him, Alex simply stood calmly at his side. His eyes half-closed. As if he weren’t gambling at all, but merely observing the flow of water.The ball began to slow.Click.When it finally stopped, the dealer lifted the lid.“Number… 87.”Silence for a split second.Then—“BIG!!”The crowd erupted.“He won!!”“Crazy…”“Fifty million doubled instantly!”The chips were pushed toward Alex and Rey. It wasn’t an overwhelming amount yet—but it was enough to make Rey swallow hard.“We… we won?” he murmured in disbelief.Alex gave a small nod. “Again.”“Next bet?”Alex calmly pushed all the chips in front of him forward.“$100,000,000,” he said flatly. “Big.”The crowd roared again
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A special poker table was pulled to the center of the hall.The lights above it dimmed, leaving a single circle of illumination that made the table look like an altar of sacrifice. The crowd unconsciously formed a wide ring around it. No more careless whispers—everyone was holding their breath.Madam Liora’s personal dealer had taken his seat. His hands were steady, but the veins on the back of them were tense.“We begin,” he said.The cards were dealt.One.Two.Alex received his cards without expression. He didn’t even look at them right away. He simply held them between two fingers and placed them neatly in front of him.Yve, on the other hand—Her eyes moved quickly. Very quickly. Just a glance, yet enough to record every detail. Alex’s breathing. His blinking. The position of his shoulders. The tension in his facial muscles.She smiled faintly to herself.‘That calm face of his… why does it irritate me?’ she thought.Yve closed her cards and crossed her arms. “The bet?”“All in,”
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Alex and Rey left the casino without looking back.The cheers, the chaos, the jealous and hateful stares were left behind like shadows unworthy of being carried with them. In Rey’s hands, the access card and the suitcase of money felt far heavier than usual.Their destination was clear.The Energy Source Shop.The building stood grandly along the main path of the Dragon Prison’s Black Market. Pillars of energy crystal supported its roof. A soft blue-green light pulsed gently, signaling that the goods sold inside were far from ordinary.The moment the door opened, a wave of energy aura swept outward, greeting both Rey and Alex at the same time.“The energy here…” Alex was slightly surprised.A few customers glanced over briefly before returning to their own business. But one employee standing behind the reception counter narrowed his eyes the moment he saw Rey.That expression was far too familiar to Rey.“Oh,” the employee said, leaning his elbow lazily on the desk. “Rey Sogun.”His t
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The shop employee fell silent.Several seconds that felt like minutes passed before he finally moved. His hands trembled as he pressed the pricing panel. The transparent screens above the dull-stone shelf lit up one by one, displaying the numbers.The prices were extremely low.Even compared to a single mid-grade energy stone on the main shelf, the entire rack of dull stones didn’t even reach one-tenth of its price.Rey swallowed.“Sir… the total is only… this much?”Alex glanced briefly at the numbers on the screen, then gave a small nod.“Reasonable. Things that aren’t understood are always undervalued.”He did not choose randomly.Alex walked slowly along the shelf, setting aside several stones that were truly dead—empty vessels with nothing inside. Then he selected only specific ones. Similar crack patterns. Silent energy pulses. Subtle vibrations that were almost imperceptible.One.Two.Seven.Twelve stones. No more.“That’s enough,” he said at last.Rey fell silent.“But Sir, e
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Madam Liora’s steps stopped exactly three spear-lengths from the staff embedded in the ground.The veteran assassins instinctively held their breath. In the Black Market, authority spoke louder than weapons—and there were names that needed no introduction. Madam Liora was one of them.“Vargos Heln,” she said softly. Her voice was neither loud nor threatening, yet every syllable rang clear.“You’re too noisy for someone whose life depends on contracts.”Vargos narrowed his eyes. His lips curved—not into a smile, but like an old scar being forcibly stretched.“Madam Liora,” he replied slowly.“This is Block One’s business. The Han Family has paid. Interfering would be a slap to Block One’s ruler’s face…”Madam Liora smiled faintly.“Do I look like I care?”She stepped forward. Her gown swept across the floor without a sound.“I came for him,” she continued, her gaze shifting to Alex.“He has rare talent. And I dislike seeing rare talent die too soon.”Rey was startled. He quickly glance