Heavy freezing rain poured down without stopping over the filthy dark alleyway right behind the grand hotel. Julian and Chloe Sterling sat on wet cardboard boxes with their expensive silk clothes completely ruined by the thick mud. They were now poor outcasts who had lost all their money, their noble titles, and their family name in a single night.Every bank account owned by their family was frozen by the banking guild, and nobody in the whole city wanted to help them. Chloe bit her bottom lip so hard that bright red blood dripped down her chin and mixed with the cold rainwater. Her pale face twisted into pure hatred as she looked up at the dark night sky above her head."This is not over yet, and I will never let that dirty street trash win against us!" Chloe shrieks into the cold wind with a wild voice. "Dustin Grey just used cheap hypnosis on Great-Uncle Alistair to make him turn against his own bloodline!" she yelled out loudly. "He is nothing but a sneaky little leech who got luc

Lord Malakor stared at his glowing wall monitor in absolute, paralyzed shock as the live video feed played before his eyes. His three top operatives sat locked inside federal quarantine cells, wearing heavy iron chains under bright fluorescent lights. At the same time, bright red liquidation alerts flashed rapidly across the digital screen, wiping out his offshore black-market accounts across thirty countries."How... how could my private accounts across thirty countries vanish in a single minute?!" Lord Malakor gasped out in pure horror. His trembling hands gripped the edges of his wooden desk as his multi-billion-dollar illegal network collapsed into total nothingness. Julian and Chloe Sterling stood behind him on the damp concrete floor, their pale faces turning completely ghost-white as they watched the screen."This cannot be happening to us again!" Chloe shrieked wildly into the dark room, clutching her head with trembling fingers. "Lord Malakor was supposed to destroy Dustin Gre

The three thousand elite guests inside the grand auditorium gasped in complete disgust as the two filthy intruders charged down the central red carpet. Julian and Chloe Sterling stumbled forward in their torn, wet rags, their body odor and street mud offending the high-society assembly. Heavy security guards rushed down the aisles from both sides, preparing to tackle the hysterical siblings before they reached the main stage."Get your filthy hands off me right now!" Julian screamed frantically, ducking under the arm of a security guard as he ran. "The whole world needs to hear the truth about this fake doctor before he receives that gold crown!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs. "He is an ex-convict liar who belongs in a dark cage!" Chloe shrieked hysterically, dodging another guard in the crowded aisle.News camera operators quickly shifted their heavy lenses away from the main stage, aiming their bright spotlights directly onto the chaos. Live television broadcasts transmitted

Inside the quiet VIP lounge of the Imperial Convention Center, Dustin unrolled the satellite scroll bearing the gold-embossed dragon emblem. The metallic surface gleamed softly under the warm indoor lights as he scanned the encoded message sent directly by the Imperial Sovereign Ancestral Council. This legendary assembly of four hidden ancient clans commanded the nation's deepest financial and military reserves from behind closed doors.Seraphina stepped closer to his side, her silver eyes filled with quiet concern as she looked at the dark silver container resting on the table. "What does the council want from us, Dustin?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch his warm hand gently. "They have stayed hidden in the shadows for decades, so why are they reaching out to you tonight?"Dustin set the scroll down flat against the polished wood table, his clear dark pupils holding an unshakeable, calm composure as he looked at her. "They see our success as a threat to their absolute control

The Four Chief Medical Directors stepped out from their black luxury limousines, taking their seats on the elevated glass stage before the crowd. Director Malachi sat in the central VIP skybox, holding an expensive glass of wine with a cold, triumphant smile on his face.The sharp, echoing chime of the arena's digital acoustic system cut through the noisy murmurs of the audience, signaling the start of the duel. Four terminally ill patients, each resting on a motorized hospital bed, were wheeled out into the center of the illuminated stage. The entire stadium went completely quiet as the chief commissioner of the Federal Medical Board stepped up to the central microphone."The rules of this national medical demonstration are absolute and final!" the chief commissioner announced in a loud, clear voice. "Four patients suffering from incurable, complex neuro-vascular diseases stand before our competing medical specialists today," he explained to the crowd. "The Four Chief Directors will e