He tightened his hold on her hand.“If I was able to heal you when nobody else could, then you should trust me again now.” His mother remained quiet.Otis’s words had given her something to think about, because he was right. No matter how impossible his claim about the mansion sounded, there was something else that was even more impossible—the fact that he had healed her.She remembered how serious her condition had been. She remembered the doctors demanding an enormous amount of money, the fear in their voices, and the way everyone had looked at her as though her illness had already decided the outcome of her life. She remembered the pain that had once made even the smallest movement unbearable, and she remembered how certain she had been that she was nearing the end.Yet she was standing there now, She was breathing normally, she was no longer weak. She was no longer struggling to remain alive.And Otis was the one who had done it. Her expression slowly changed as she looked at hi

Immediately after seeing everyone bow before him, Otis said nothing. He did not issue an order, acknowledge their greeting, or even ask why they were treating him with such extraordinary respect; he simply stood there with his mother in his arms and allowed a faint smile to appear on his face, not a wide or exaggerated smile, not the kind of smile that suggested arrogance or excitement, but a calm and knowing smile that revealed how clearly he understood the situation.The truth was that Otis had already received the memories of his ancestors.Those memories had not come to him in fragments or vague impressions. They had entered his mind with astonishing clarity, bringing with them the experiences, secrets, victories, losses, sacrifices, and hidden achievements of the people who had carried his bloodline before him. He understood what many of them had done, the battles they had fought, the enemies they had defeated, the treasures they had hidden, and the arrangements they had made in p

At that moment, Otis did not waste another second.The enormous book rested silently on the table before him, its dark cover closed and still, its strange markings appearing almost ordinary beneath the warm lights of the mansion, but Otis could feel the faint pressure coming from it, a cold and ancient presence that seemed to recognize him even though it had not yet revealed its true nature.Without hesitation, he raised one hand and used a small sharp blade to cut the tip of one of his fingers.A thin line of blood appeared immediately.The blood ran slowly down his fingertip, bright red against his skin, and Otis moved his hand above the book before allowing several drops to fall directly onto the center of its cover.The moment his blood touched the strange book, Otis expected something to happen.He expected the book to react.He expected the ancient symbols on its cover to glow, the pages to turn, or the hidden force within it to awaken.But nothing happened.The blood remained on

What stood before the old man was far beyond anything he could have imagined, and for several seconds, he could do nothing except remain frozen at the entrance of the enormous vault, staring into the vast underground chamber as though his eyes had suddenly forgotten how to blink.It looked like an enormous bank vault, except that no ordinary bank in the world could ever contain what was stored inside it.Rows upon rows of gold bars stretched far into the distance, arranged in perfect lines that continued beyond the point where the light from the entrance could reach. The gold had been stacked one layer after another, with each bar shining beneath the faint illumination that filled the chamber, and no matter how hard the old man tried to see where the rows ended, his eyes could not find the farthest wall.There was no visible end.The gold bars continued endlessly, lined up in neat formations as though an entire nation’s wealth had been gathered inside that single place and preserved th

Otis’s eyes immediately fell on the card in the old man’s hand.It was a simple-looking card at first glance, dark in color and so smooth that it reflected the light from the vault, but there was something unusual about it, something that made it different from any ordinary bank card or identification card. Its surface seemed almost flawless, and at the center of it was a symbol that resembled the Red Five-Leaf Clover, except that the design appeared to have been carved from a material far more valuable than gold.The old man held it carefully between both hands and bowed respectfully before Otis.“Master,” he said, “this card belongs to you.”Otis looked at the card without saying anything.“This is one of the most powerful cards in the entire world,” the old man continued, his voice filled with deep respect. “It is not meant for ordinary people, and it is not issued to just anyone. In fact, it is not meant for the public at all. It is reserved for people with extraordinary authority,