A black Lincoln Navigator stopped right in front of the gate of an old apartment complex in Queens. Elena stepped out from the driver’s seat and walked firmly toward Raymond, who was already waiting by the roadside in his signature black hoodie jacket.“Mr. Smith,” Elena called out, her voice formal and expressionless. “Miss Sterling asked me to bring you first to a private grooming center and boutique in Midtown. We need to make sure your appearance does not... diminish Sterling Group’s prestige in front of tonight’s guests.”Raymond merely curled his lips into a faint smile. “Just do whatever your boss thinks is best, Elena.”The next two hours were a rather boring routine for a God of War. Raymond was taken to a private boutique that catered exclusively to Manhattan’s elite. His slightly long and messy hair was trimmed into a neat undercut style that emphasized his sharp jawline like a marble sculpture.His tall, athletic body was dressed in a custom-made charcoal black three-piece

The lights in the main hall dimmed, leaving only a vertical spotlight centered on the main stage. Up there, Julian Vance and Chloe Miller stood side by side, holding golden pens above the stamped documents. Loud applause from hundreds of New York elites echoed throughout the hall, celebrating the formal merger between two business giants that claimed they would dominate Brooklyn’s new harbor.In the VVIP seating row, Raymond leaned back in his chair. His fingers moved slowly, joining the applause with an obviously lazy motion. His dim golden eyes stared straight at the stage, locking onto Chloe’s victorious smile that shone brilliantly beneath the spotlight.I really want to crush that stage right now, Raymond thought inwardly.The blood of the God of War surged hot within him. If the laws of Earth’s dimension did not bind his soul, one stomp of his foot tonight would have been enough to bring down the entire Grand Istana Hotel and bury the Miller family’s arrogance beneath concrete r

The Sterling Main Mansion in the Upper East Side stood majestically like a modern palace untouched by commoners. However, for Raymond, the silver-gray master bedroom on the second floor was nothing more than an unfamiliar mortal cage.Natalie Sterling stood in front of her king-size bed, removing her diamond earrings with cold movements. She glanced at Raymond, who was still standing calmly near the door.“We’re sharing one room only to deceive the servants and Uncle Thomas’s spies,” Natalie said, her voice as cold as the Manhattan morning dew. “But don’t try anything strange. Your territory is the floor over there. Take a blanket from the closet, and don’t even think about crossing this side of the bed.”Raymond merely nodded casually. “Understood, Miss Sterling. Besides, cold floors are far more familiar to me than soft mattresses.”Without protesting, Raymond spread a thick blanket over the velvet carpet near the window, laid down his sturdy body, and closed his eyes. Natalie turne

The morning sunlight of New York streamed through the gaps in the gray curtains of the Sterling Mansion, casting lines of golden light across the velvet carpet where Raymond lay. As a God of War, Raymond had already awakened long before any mortal alarm could ring. He glanced toward the luxurious bed where Natalie was still asleep, her breathing calm and steady.Raymond rose silently, grabbed a clean towel, and stepped into the white marble bathroom. Still half-asleep and not yet accustomed to sharing a space with a woman, he simply closed the door without locking it.Srrr...The stream of cold water from the shower immediately drenched his sturdy body. Beneath the flowing water, Raymond’s physique looked truly astonishing. His marble-white skin concealed perfectly dense muscles—not oversized muscles formed from ordinary weight training, but lean, solid muscles as hard as steel, forged through thousands of battles in the higher dimensions. Droplets of water slowly flowed across his br

The tense atmosphere in the dining room was suddenly interrupted by a calm question from Grandfather Arthur. “Raymond, what are your plans after this? Do you have anything specific in mind?”Raymond, who had been suppressing the turmoil of anger caused by Yudha’s report echoing inside his head, quickly composed himself. He set his fork down neatly and looked at Grandfather Arthur with a fairly convincing expression. “I plan to look for a job, Grandpa. I want to try standing on my own feet so I can contribute more to this family.”Grandfather Arthur nodded in satisfaction, pride shining in his eyes. “Good. That’s the spirit I like. With hard work, I’m sure you’ll be able to get a decent job.”However, those words were greeted by Tiffany’s shrill, cynical laughter. The girl propped her chin arrogantly, staring at Raymond as though he were a disgusting insect on the porcelain dining table. “Looking for a job? At best, he’ll end up working as a trash coll