All Chapters of War God: Revenge of Trash Ex-Son-in-Law: Chapter 181
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Chapter 181
Ten years passed by so quickly beneath the sky of the Northern Sector City. The main residence of the Sterling family now looked even more lush, surrounded by shady trees that had grown abundantly with the changing seasons. Inside the luxurious home that always maintained its warmth, the greatest change was clearly visible in the figure of a young boy who had now reached the age of ten. Arion Sterling was no longer the tiny baby who slept in his parents' arms. He had grown into a boy with a sturdy physique for his age, possessing sharp facial features that inherited his father's handsome appearance, as well as piercing eyes that held flashes of extraordinary energy. That afternoon, in the deepest part of the backyard of the Sterling residence, stood a special building designed to resemble an enclosed training arena or a private martial arts cage. The place was surrounded by high-level soundproof walls and an advanced security system, ensuring that not a single ordinary human eye
Chapter 182
The afternoon sun once again revealed its golden glow, casting a soft light across the backyard of the Sterling family's main residence. Inside the heavily isolated private training cage in a corner of the yard, the atmosphere felt far more intense than during the previous training session. The steel door was tightly closed, ensuring that the outside world could not detect even the slightest trace of the energy vibrations now centered inside the room. Arion stood in the middle of the wooden arena. He was only ten years old, yet his upright posture and intensely focused gaze radiated the calm aura of a true fighter. Around the boy's body, a pure golden glow of energy pulsed increasingly brighter. This time, Raymond was not standing beside him with a wooden sword. Instead, he sat on a bench in the corner of the room, carefully observing every movement of his son. Perfecting one's strength was the most crucial stage for someone who inherited the blood of a war god. In the upper realm,
Chapter 183
The morning in the main residence of the Sterling family always began with a refreshing sense of tranquility. The cool August air swept through the lush green leaves in the backyard, carrying the scent of damp earth left behind by the early morning dew. Inside the luxurious modern minimalist house, life flowed with an almost perfect sense of prosperity. Over the past ten years, Raymond and Natalie's names had no longer merely appeared on the covers of business magazines. They had become living legends on the global economic stage. According to the latest international financial reports, Sterling Group and their joint consortium had officially been named the richest and most influential business empire in the world. Their wealth surpassed the limits of imagination, dominating various strategic sectors ranging from future technology and transcontinental logistics to environmentally friendly infrastructure development. Yet behind the fantastic figures displayed across the world's stock
Chapter 184
The sun slowly drifted toward the western horizon, casting reddish hues blended with soft orange across the skyline of North Sector City. The evening sky was vast and clear, without a single cloud, as if framing an eternal peace that embraced the entire grounds of the Sterling family’s main residence. In the lush backyard, where a wide expanse of green grass was surrounded by rows of towering pine trees, time seemed to slow down, giving space to a silence filled with profound meaning. On a long old teakwood bench facing the koi pond, Raymond sat peacefully. The man wore a white long-sleeved linen shirt neatly rolled up to his elbows. His firm and commanding face now radiated absolute tranquility—a look entirely different from thousands of years ago, when he still held the title of the great warlord on his cold throne in the upper realm. On his right, Natalie sat comfortably with her head resting against her husband’s shoulder. Raymond held Natalie’s left hand tightly, weaving toget