Lucian regained consciousness from his faint with ragged breaths. His chest rose and fell rapidly as if he had just drowned at the bottom of an icy ocean.Cold sweat soaked his temples down to his neck.A wave of nausea struck his stomach as if his internal organs were being forcefully stirred.The blood vessels at his temples throbbed violently as they adjusted to the capacity of the new memories.His body responded with a natural rejection toward the foreign memories.A barrage of horrifying images crammed mercilessly into his mind. A small portion of memories belonging to past users was now forcibly embedded there.Those fragments of memory collided against each other inside his skull.A metallic stench seemed to pierce his sense of smell as if it were real.The screams of past karma power users echoed loudly in his ears.They all died miserably.Without intact bodies.Lucian clutched his head tightly to suppress the piercing pain.Zephyr stood with his arms crossed near the wooden

The deadly axe blade struck the steel floor of the arena with brutal force.The deafening crash instantly halted the breathing of the examinees.The steel floor dented inward, forming a small crater.Fragments of metal were flung in all directions like deadly bullets through the air.Many participants thought the masked man had been crushed into minced flesh. They imagined that slender body split apart into a pool of fresh blood.However, their wild hopes were the complete opposite of reality.The massive axe had only struck empty space above the steel floor.Lucian had already shifted to the side, dodging silently.Seeing his prey escape so easily, the giant growled in anger, like a beast that had just lost its prey.The giant man took a deep breath, his chest swelling wide. His eyes reddened as they locked onto the masked figure before him."Stop dodging, you pathetic little rat!" the giant roared harshly. "I will split your body into two bloody halves tonight!"The giant immediatel

Lucian immediately blew out the candle on his table, instantly plunging the entire room into darkness.The atmosphere changed in an instant.The sound of footsteps outside became clearer as they closed in. Their numbers were far too many to be visiting someone’s home."Heh." Lucian snorted, putting on his mask through the darkness. "Far too impatient."Amara reacted swiftly, immediately drawing her dagger and taking a stance.However, Lucian quickly stopped the girl’s movement. His hand held Amara’s shoulder, stepping forward to cover her body from the direction of the door."Stay still in the corner of the room," Lucian ordered without compromise. "Do not dare interfere."Amara gritted her teeth in annoyance. She truly wanted to protest against the order, but she knew it would be useless.The girl reluctantly stepped back in an orderly manner.Her back touched the cold and damp wooden wall, hiding her presence in the darkest corner.Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the silence of the

A golden gleam flared in Lucian's eyes in a fleeting gust of wind, responding to Castor's fist that had already swung through the air with the weight of steel."I'll crush whatever remains of your arrogance right now, you filthy sewer rat!" Castor roared, pouring every ounce of his emotion into that attack."Young Master, snap his neck so he learns to respect the status of the nobility!" one of the sycophants cheered, his tongue practically hanging out with greed."Make his head the footrest for your noble feet, Master Castor!" another chimed in, as though they were far more exalted than kings themselves."Today you'll learn that street trash has no right to breathe the same air as me!" Castor sneered, preparing to swing his arm, delivering judgment upon someone he deemed unworthy of even looking at.That power, which could have shattered bones and crushed organs, stopped in midair.A strange wall suddenly came into existence, enveloping Lucian's entire body and leaving everyone froze

The smell of cigars mixed with the stuffy underground air flooded the transaction room at Zephyr's headquarters that afternoon.The greedy laughter of the faction leader from the upper floor did not spread to this operational area in the slightest.Amara tapped the tip of her pen rhythmically against the ledger, recording every circulation of smuggled goods, her expression flat as she stared at the pile of silver coins on her weathered wooden desk."What kind of joke is this, Sir?" Amara asked, leaning back in her chair as she looked at the man dressed in silk before her.The newly risen noble snorted roughly as he straightened the collar of his gaudy clothes."You dare judge me by that handful of loose change, you filthy servant?" the noble sneered, spitting right beside Amara's shoe. "That's only the down payment to secure the soul-summoning artifact I requested."Amara folded her arms across her chest, hiding the murderous glint beneath her long eyelashes."Our faction's policy doe