CHAPTER TWELVE Weapons began clashing as the battle between Marcus and Ivan went on for more than thirty minutes; both men were on the offense as they kept looking for an opening to deal a fatal blow to one another, but all to no avail. Henry, on the other hand, was shocked at how Ivan could keep up with the pace of Marcus, who was said to be an S-ranked; all he could see were flashes and blurry movements. He came to the conclusion that he couldn't follow their movements and he would only drag Marcus down if he decided to help, so he began putting effort into gathering the remaining survivors of the incident, and the remaining tankers kept their shields activated as the surviving healers tried to heal the injured. Helen, who survived with some minor injuries because she was close to Henry during the fall, had already taken potions that healed her completely, and after that, she began healing all the available injuries, starting from the critically injured. Henry took the less busy o

CHAPTER FOURTEEN After five days in the clinic, Marcus was discharged but was told to continue his visits to the clinic for check-ups, this was to keep his mana core in check, especially after a dungeon raid. Lora was happy that her brother was coming out of the clinic and she could give him the surprise that she had for him; they went for a little walk around the town square, and then they went to a restaurant to have a meal. They also headed to the guild association to claim his share of the raid price but they were summoned by the guild master on sight.At the guild master's office, Angus was seated at his table while Lora and Marcus stood at the front of the table, he looked at them and said, “Marcus, I take that you're recovered from the battle you had in the dungeon, so I'll cut right to the chase. You're being summoned by the king.” “News of the dungeon raid and the dungeon mishaps had gotten to the council of the king, and the king himself demanded that he meet the savior

CHAPTER SIXTEEN “Ohh, he's waking up,” a voice said as they poured Marcus a bucket of water. Regaining his consciousness, Marcus tried to get up but was tied to a chair; he looked up and saw a sketchy-looking man standing beside Angus. Marcus was surprised as he asked, “Angus, what are you doing here? I thought you were with the king?”With a mild chuckle, Angus placed his hand on Marcus's head bent it backward, and said, “This is where I want to be. Anyways, we'll start with questions.”The sketchy-looking man walked up to Marcus and asked, “How did you find this basement side of the palace? Who told you about it? Who are you working for?”Marcus, who was perplexed by the question, kept telling them he knew nothing about what they were asking and they kept torturing him. They broke his fingers one after the other as they asked and broke his toenails one by one also. As they went to get another torture equipment Shilla said, “Notice, Do you wish to automatically heal from the in

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Marcus stared at the man while he struggled to find his words, but he needed no one to tell him at that time that there was trouble, and he couldn’t trust anyone, not even himself at that moment as his body seemed to be frozen still, and his hands began to tremble. “Are you okay, Sir?” Asked the first guy who was seated at the table with his companions, but Marcus was short of words. He looked at the three of them one after the other, and with a slight nod, he attempted to tell them that he was fine. Apparently, his words were not enough, and it became very obvious that they were waiting for him to speak. “I am fine, I was just not expecting to hear such terrible news. How did this happen?” “They said it was a young man who was invited to the palace. He led am attack on the king and stabbed him with a dark blade after he had killed his royal guards.” “Yes, they said he is more powerful than even the greatest S-rankers in history, he is more powerful than Henry!”

CHAPTER TWENTY Marcus hid behind one of the huge pillars in the corridor close to the diner where he ran out. He remained there silently, peeping from the little space between him and the way just to be certain that no one was around. “He certainly isn't going to give up anytime soon. I wonder why they think I killed the King,” he whispered in thought while he attempted to control his heartbeat which suddenly became faster than usual as though it was racing to an unknown destination. He could hear the imperative utterances of Lord Stephan from the moment he walked into the diner till he began to address the people in the hall before leaving with his soldiers. “A man poisoned the King, and we must find him! He must pay for his actions! While the Artist is still preparing a sketch of him, we would love to inform you of the need to report every form of suspicious movement, especially by any individual whom you think is suspicious. The individual responsible for this hideous should ne