Inside the silence of his dimly lit room, Raymond sat cross-legged on the floor. His pair of black eyes were tightly shut, yet the flow of energy within his mortal body pulsed at an astonishingly rapid rhythm. As his strength increased and reached 55 percent, the gate of past memories that had been tightly sealed within his soul suddenly cracked.Whoosh!Raymond's consciousness seemed to be forcibly pulled through a vortex of time, crossing the boundaries of dimensions and returning to hundreds of years ago. To an era when the highest heaven was a vast expanse of gold and magnificent palaces stood above the mortal clouds.At that time, in the Upper Dimension, Raymond was not a lowly café attendant but the God of War who sat upon the Throne of Blood. The supreme leader of all heavenly armies who held Absolute Authority over the laws of destruction and justice."Raymond! Step down from your throne and surrender your soul core to the Council of Darkn

The sound of water trickling from the espresso machine in the corner of the Sterling family mansion's kitchen gradually faded. Raymond held a white cleaning cloth, wiping the marble counter with extremely careful and calm movements. Outside, the city's night sky had already spread into darkness, leaving a profound silence throughout the luxurious house.Bzzzt...A faint vibration from the old phone in his pocket broke the silence. Raymond set down the cloth, pulled out the device, and placed it against his ear after seeing Yudha Negara's name displayed on the screen."How did she react, Yudha?" Raymond asked, his baritone voice low yet filled with hidden authority and coldness.On the other end of the line, Yudha's voice sounded enthusiastic yet still carried absolute respect. "Reporting, Your Majesty! The silent operation was one hundred percent successful without the slightest flaw. The twenty percent of Miller Group's primary shares that were released onto the black market this aft

After the business banquet with the consortium investors and their colleagues concluded and the group began dispersing from the VIP area of The Foundry Coffee, Natalie Sterling let out a long breath. The tension in her shoulders gradually eased. She glanced at the gold Rolex wrapped elegantly around her wrist, preparing to return to Sterling Group headquarters with Alena to follow up on the draft agreement from earlier.However, just as Natalie stepped out through the café's glass doors toward the parking area, the roar of a very familiar red sports car engine shattered the afternoon silence once again. The car came to a stop sideways, directly blocking Natalie's path.The cabin door swung open with a sharp motion. Bryan Singer stepped out wearing a perfectly tailored gray silk suit that fit his tall frame flawlessly. His silver hair gleamed beneath the blazing sun, but his beautiful eyes carried traces of restrained emotion. The remnants of his anger from yesterday's rejection at the

An aura of arrogant luxury radiated from the façade of L'Étoile, a five-star restaurant perched atop the tallest skyscraper in the Western Sector. The restaurant was renowned for serving only the elite of the upper factions, and tonight, the entire venue had been privately reserved by Bryan Singer. Crystal chandeliers reflected silvery light across the round tables draped in white silk cloth.The VIP elevator chimed as its doors opened.Natalie Sterling stepped out first. She looked breathtaking in a formal black evening gown that exposed her beautiful shoulders, radiating the charm of an untouchable business queen.Beside her, Raymond walked with an incredibly relaxed yet steady stride. He wore nothing more than a plain black shirt and clean dark trousers—neat attire, yet remarkably ordinary and strikingly out of place amid the restaurant's extravagance.Bryan Singer was already waiting at a VIP table near the massive glass wall overlooking the dazzling city lights. The moment he saw

Natalie Sterling threw the weekly financial report draft onto the glass desk. The thud of the thick stack of papers shattered the silence inside the CEO office of Sterling Group. She rose from her chair, walked toward the large window overlooking the city skyline, then folded her arms across her chest. A heavy breath escaped her lips, burdened by thoughts that had been gnawing at her sanity since last night."This doesn't make sense, Alena," Natalie said. Her voice sounded flat, but there was a tremor of restrained emotion beneath it.Alena, who had been standing quietly near the door, immediately stepped closer. "What doesn't make sense, Miss Natalie? Our stock chart has returned to the green zone. Isn't that good news after yesterday's scandal?"Natalie turned around sharply. Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she stared at her personal assistant with a probing gaze. "That's exactly the problem. It's too good. Mr. Robert suddenly got on his knees and begged for our partnership to contin