Jonathan's words plunged the room into tense silence. Bara and Oktavian both fell quiet, as though their tongues had been tied.The Martial Arts Association was no minor organization. Even the National Security Bureau headquarters had to deal with them cautiously. Within their hierarchy, an association chairman had to possess at least the strength of the Master Realm, making him an expert who had already entered the upper echelons of martial power.Yet the young man sitting before them claimed that he had broken one of those chairmen's legs, speaking about it as casually as if he were describing what he had eaten for breakfast. That alone was enough to reveal just how terrifying his true strength might be.Bara finally swallowed, his voice trembling slightly."So... is that true? You really did... break Chairman Gunawan's legs?"Jonathan didn't turn his head. He continued playing his game on his phone with complete composure."If you don't believe me, you can check his medical records

It was Friday afternoon, and the sun was blazing overhead when a red sports car came to a smooth stop in front of the entrance to Pacific Group. Its engine purred softly, attracting the attention of employees who had just stepped out for lunch.Bernad, the security guard, instinctively straightened his uniform when he saw the driver get out. He was momentarily stunned by the woman's beauty. She had straight, shoulder-length hair and wore an elegant yet stylish outfit. Her gaze was sharp and full of confidence."Good afternoon, miss," Bernad greeted her with a professional smile. "May I ask what brings you to Pacific Group?"Kara nodded politely."I have an appointment with Jonathan."Bernad was surprised to hear Jonathan's name, but he quickly held out the guestbook."In that case, please write your name in the guestbook."Kara quickly wrote her name: Kara Limura."Please go ahead, miss! There's no need for any additional checks."Kara gave a slight nod and walked toward the lobby.As

It was five o'clock in the afternoon. Employees began leaving the building one by one. Some carried folders, while others were still busy talking on their phones. At the main entrance, Bernad, one of the security guards on duty that day, stood upright, keeping an eye on the stream of employees heading home.Suddenly, the sound of a vehicle stopping came from directly in front of him. Bernad turned and saw a gleaming black police car parked nearby with its hazard lights flashing. The other security guards also glanced over curiously.The passenger-side door opened, and someone stepped out.It was Dina.Unlike usual, she wasn't wearing her uniform that day. Her hair was neatly tied back, and she wore a long beige coat paired with dark blue jeans and short boots. Her appearance immediately caught the attention of every security guard nearby.Bernad instinctively straightened his cap and stepped forward, clearing his throat."Good afternoon, ma'am. Is there anything we can help you with?"

Dina slowly drove into the courtyard of the old house where Mrs. Wivarda lived. The lights inside were already on, creating a warm atmosphere despite the slightly chilly evening air.As soon as they stepped out of the car, the aroma of home-cooked food greeted them, teasing their noses.Mrs. Wivarda welcomed them at the front door with a friendly smile. "You've arrived right on time. The food is ready to be served."The patient was the child of a niece on Mrs. Wivarda's mother's side of the family.In the living room, a woman in her early forties sat anxiously. Her body was thin, and her face looked haggard, like someone who had spent years living without proper sleep. Although she was only in her forties, she looked considerably older, easily mistaken for someone in her fifties.A teenage boy lay weakly on her lap, his vacant eyes staring at the floor. He had been sick for a long time and had sought treatment from one place to another, but nothing had worked.Mrs. Wivarda introduced

After Jonathan explained the story behind the cause and effect of karma, everyone was shocked. The woman remained on her knees, desperately begging for help.Jonathan immediately reached out and helped her stand."Please don't kneel anymore," he said softly but firmly. "This isn't an illness I can treat. It's a punishment imposed by the laws of heaven. I'm... truly powerless."The woman stared at him with swollen eyes, her breathing ragged."So... there's absolutely no hope, Master?"Jonathan slowly shook his head."Hope always exists, but not through me. Perhaps a turning point will only come after all the wealth connected to the karma from your past lives has been exhausted. Until that day arrives, you must do more good deeds and reduce your sins. That's the only path left to you."The room fell silent. His words struck like an invisible blow, leaving the woman leaning weakly against the sofa. Mrs. Wivarda could only let out a long sigh, while Dina stared at Jonathan with a confused