BANG!!!The front door of the apartment was smashed open. Clara screamed in shock, waking up from the worn-out sofa in the living room.Inside the dark bedroom, Ares did not panic in the slightest. His trained ears recorded the sound of splintering wood, quickly counting the number of approaching footsteps. Three people.Two giant-sized men barged in, followed by Julian Valerius. Julian's wrist was still wrapped in thick bandages due to Ares's grip at the party earlier, but the bastard had not learned his lesson. He smiled cynically while carrying a gallon of industrial bleach."I brought bleach, Clara!" Julian mocked, his voice echoing harshly. "Since your husband is a cripple, let me help wash away your shame permanently!"Julian stepped into the bedroom. The pungent smell of chemicals immediately filled the air. Instead of causing fear, the smell actually awakened the killing instinct of the God of War."Wake up, trash," Julian sneered, preparing to pour the gallon.Ares looked up.

Ares stared at Clara. His eyes were no longer empty, but sharp, focused, and as cold as ice. The internal clash and his anger became the trigger that restored all of the General's memories.He remembered everything. The Architect Organization. The betrayal on the battlefield. He also remembered that Silas Valerius—Clara's grandfather—was the bastard who sold him out to a criminal syndicate just to save the Valerius company from bankruptcy.A rotten business tactic exchanging a General's life for money, Ares thought furiously."I'm fine, Clara," Ares said. His voice was no longer hoarse, but deep, stable, and full of oppressive authority.Ares immediately sat upright without needing to lean on any furniture. His military instincts made him able to ignore the pain easily. He took the towel from Clara's hand, then wiped the remaining blood on his own temple with tactical movements."My legs are not important right now," he said flatly. "What's important is that I remember everything. I r

"General," Lieutenant Saphira's firm voice sounded directly in his brainwaves. "Your biometric data shows red. Your body temperature has reached 41 degrees Celsius. Are you under attack?""I am neutralizing the remaining poison in my body, Lieutenant," Ares answered through internal transmission without moving his lips. "What is Elias's status?""He has secured the port area," Saphira reported, accompanied by the sound of rapid typing on the other end. "Titan Corp is officially destroyed. The tax evasion evidence we sent to the prosecutor's office has already landed their CEO in jail. Meanwhile, Silas Valerius just held an emergency family meeting. Julian is now hiding in terror at the main estate."Ares smirked cynically. "Tell Elias to destroy their logistics routes. Block all Valerius Group cargo trucks from leaving the city today. Let them watch their company go bankrupt without knowing who attacked.""Yes, General! Also, my drone detected the movement of unknown troops entering t

The tungsten coin Ares threw from the balcony didn't just burst the right tire, but was capable of splitting the Mercedes' alloy rim in two. The luxury vehicle instantly lost control, sliding wildly on the wet asphalt, then its rear slammed hard into a fire hydrant, exactly according to the General's projectile trajectory calculation.Water spouted heavily into the air, flooding the intersection, accompanied by the loud blaring of the wrecked car's alarm. From behind the spouting water, Julian's panicked screams could be heard, trapped inside the cabin because his car door was jammed shut from the hard impact and the deployed airbags.Let the bastard enjoy a little shortness of breath, Ares thought coldly.On the second floor of the apartment, Ares was already back sitting in his wheelchair. He relaxed his leg muscles, returning his posture exactly like a crippled person before Clara noticed his absence. After closing the plastic tarp on the window again, he backed his chair into the

Beep... beep... beep...The rhythmic, high-frequency sound did not come from the dead landline phone in his hand. It came from the red laser dot piercing through the heavy rain, painting a deadly target right on the center of the apartment's wall. A military-grade artillery lock-on.Ares dropped the phone. The God of War’s brain calculated the inevitable destruction. Muzzle flash from the cruiser in the bay. Travel time of a 155mm high-explosive shell over that distance: exactly four point two seconds."Four," Ares muttered coldly.He spun around. The facade of the crippled husband shattered entirely. His legs, forged in the fires of a hundred battlefields, exploded with terrifying kinetic energy. He crossed the living room in a fraction of a second, his boots crushing the neck of a dead mercenary on the floor."Three."Clara was still standing near the bedroom door, her eyes squeezed shut as he had commanded earlier. She was trembling, oblivious to the fact that a literal missile was