The heated drama inside Dustin’s private VIP hospital ward was already reaching a dangerous boiling point. Mrs. Morgan was still panting with hot rage, her eyes glaring at Dustin as if she wanted to tear him to pieces, while Ferdinand leaned heavily on his walking cane with a smug, victorious smile on his face.BANG!Suddenly, the heavy door was violently thrown open, slamming hard against the white hospital wall.Stalking into the room with an aggressive, loud stride was Matt—Serena’s younger brother and Mrs. Morgan’s only son. Matt was the ultimate definition of a useless, spoiled billionaire brat. He had just flown back to the city after being completely expelled from his luxury university in Spain for constant fighting and failing his classes. Matt was a boy who absolutely did not know the value of a single dollar. He spent his family's money lavishly on useless things he never needed, buying multi-million dollar sports cars every month and living the wild, reckless life of a

Three long weeks passed by in a flash. Down the quiet, white hallway of the VIP wing, Serena remained completely trapped in a deep, silent coma. Her body felt entirely lifeless as doctors and nurses checked her vital signs every single day, adjusting the machines keeping her stable. She had not opened her eyes once. She had not rested properly, her mind locked away in a dark place.But while Serena’s body struggled, Dustin’s advanced, elite military constitution allowed him to heal at a supernatural speed. His broken ribs mended, his deep gash closed up, and after exactly three weeks, he was officially discharged from the hospital.As Dustin stood at the reception desk holding his discharge papers, Mrs. Morgan marched straight up to him, blocking his path with a furious glare. Her face was twisted with absolute hatred."Do not even think about stepping one foot into my daughter’s room, Dustin!" Mrs. Morgan screamed, her voice echoing dramatically through the clinic, drawing the atte

The group of hitmen surrounded Dustin's vehicle in a perfectly coordinated, deadly street ambush. The lead executioner stepped off his bike, raised his weapon, and was just about to fire the first fatal shot through Dustin’s side window.BANG!Out of the absolute shadows of the parking lot, a high-caliber bullet tore through the air, hitting the lead executioner straight inside his skull. The man dropped dead onto the asphalt instantly.Dustin’s eyes darted toward the source of the gunfire. Stepping out from behind a concrete pillar, holding a smoking tactical submachine gun, was none other than the "hyper-aggressive hacker nerd" who had blackmailed him in the parking deck a week ago.Before the second assassin could even turn his rifle around, the nerd leveled his weapon and fired a second clean shot straight into the man's chest, dropping him instantly. The nerd immediately dove, executing a tactical combat roll right behind the trunk of Dustin's vehicle to reload his cartridge.RA

Dustin remembered a conversation from years ago, right before he took the mantle of the God of War. Mr. Fred had sat him down, his eyes heavy with sorrow, and explained that his father had been in a relentless, desperate pursuit of this exact Black Hole card right before the assassins caught up to him. His father had died trying to bring this ledger of darkness to light.And now, the wheel had turned full circle. The Vice President had recently discovered that the legendary, untraceable supreme God of War hiding in the shadows was none other than the surviving son, Dustin Quinn. The cabal realized Dustin was actively back on the trail, closing in on the Black Hole drive, an action that would completely end their reign of power and destroy their upcoming plans. They needed to kill the God of War at all costs before he could lay his hands on that drive.But their greed went far deeper than just survival. The Vice President and his corrupt inner circle didn't just want the God of War de

Before Mrs. Morgan could scream again, Dr. Michael rushed into the center of the commotion, aggressively pushing Ferdinand and Mrs. Morgan away from the bed."Everyone, back off right now!" Dr. Michael sternly warned, his voice booming with medical authority. He checked Serena’s erratic monitor before turning a furious glare on the family. "I told you before she woke up that she has severe early-stage amnesia! Her brain is incredibly fragile right now. Forcing memories on her or overloading her with your past family drama and bitter arguments could cause permanent, irreversible neurological damage! If you want her to heal naturally, you must stop this bickering immediately!"Mrs. Morgan opened her mouth to argue, but the sound of a heavy wooden cane hitting the floor cut her off.THUD!Grandpa Earnshaw walked into the room with his wife, his stern face filled with a mixture of intense relief and absolute authority. The old man looked at his favorite granddaughter, his eyes softeni