The silence that followed was so heavy that it startled Aria. Everyone was staring at her like she grew seven heads. Her heart sank and she tried to replay her words in her mind. Why did it seem she just made a grave mistake? Using Ragnar's name to threaten others always worked. Even if they didn't fear him, his sister was another case. But now… “You think I'm that simp who treats trash like treasure? You entered a restricted lodge to throw your weight around. Forget it if you only handled your boyfriend's people, you actually destroyed my kitchen unit and blood snails. Even if I sold you, you won't equal a single blood snail!”Shame colored Aria's face red, her throat constricted from rage, mouth going dry. Hatred and resentment churned inside her chest. It was all that bastard, Ragnar's fault. If he didn't refuse to answer her calls, and fund her card, would she have gotten desperate enough to come make a scene for food? A lump formed in her throat, and she inhaled deeply, making

It's been two days, and Ragnar had avoided his father's call like the plague. Even now it was still ringing. He knew exactly what they were calling for. Kenneth Craig had ordered Ragnar to see himself home immediately. The other part, ‘to receive punishment according to family law’, was left unsaid. He read and ignored it, holing up in his room to furiously trade stocks in order to meet up with the astronomical sum required to reverse the destiny swap. Others were training furiously because the tournament was just six weeks away. As for him, he hadn't started. The future wasn't looking promising but he was determined to make it work. No matter the cost. “Hey, won't you get dressed? I'm done.” It was Vonn. Ragnar looked up from the computer. Vonn had mentioned a jade gambling market scheduled to be held in two days time, offering to take him along. He had immediately jumped on the offer. With his golden eye skill, jade was a good way to rapidly increase wealth and augment his tradi

Imperial elite magic academy. Auditorium. The massive hall was filled with over two hundred students. The classes today were especially important. With the tournament approaching, students would be too busy for anything else. So as was the custom, the school arranged to teach them everything about the higher world they were about to ascend into—for those who managed to make it into magic faculty. Four elite magic professors were floating on the platforms, elegantly suspended mid air. Vaelon had strict control regarding practitioners, that was the reason the country still retained numerous things unique to ancient earth. They wanted to preserve traditions, while integrating magic to keep up with the evolving world. The sole reason for the continued existence of traditional cars and computers. In countries like Aretria, people casually flew on magical artifacts, with holograms appearing out of thin air. However, Vaelon's government didn't want those who failed to awaken feeling infe

CRAIG MANOR (Formerly moon lake estate, his mom's property.) The moment Ragnar crossed the threshold, a silver goblet came flying towards his head. He didn't dodge. He didn't kneel. Merely turned his head slightly to the side, letting the sharp rim leave a diagonal cut on his left cheek. A trail of blood followed. Ragnar's jaw tightened imperceptibly, something deadly flashed in his eyes. “You unfilial child!” Kenneth growled, hurling a wooden chair towards him. This time, Ragnar reached out, grabbing the seat with a sharp movement. His arm stung from the pain of collision. Without his powers to fuel him, he was but a mere human fetterred by human constriction. His face remained blank. Then he looked up. His stare pierced through Kenneth, who was standing a few meters away, nose flaring. Beside him, Mathilda sat with her hand clasped elegantly on her thigh, watching the scene. His gaze lingered on Kenneth, firm and dissecting. This same old trick. Using threats and pressure to m

Ragnar looked behind him. His sister had arrived, with lines of powerful guards behind her. He truly saw her again. His heart tightened, his breathing changed, faster and erratic. A light sheen of warm liquid formed in his eyes, but were held back valiantly. Zeraya's high heeled boots crunched against the ice marteite floors, eyes cold with repressed anger. Her guards were hot on her heels, the sounds of their combat boots drowning all else. She stopped beside the guard who had a demon vine raised high in the air, frozen in the motion, about to hit Ragnar. Her eyes went to the spiked poisoned vines, something deadly flashing in them. The guard shrunk into himself like a rat the moment her burning gaze fell on him. A swift movement of her wrist snapped both arms of the guards and she grabbed the vine he was about to use on Ragnar and descended on him, whipping mercilessly. She intentionally targeted delicate parts, spurts of blood pumping out with each stroke that fell. “Show me