"Let me go, you damn bastards?! Don't you know I'm one of the prospective heirs of an influential family in this city of Hakward?!"Edward's hysterical cries, slamming against the asphalt just outside the main gates, left behind an echo of ironic wretchedness. The prospective heir of the Wine family—who only moments ago stood as the embodiment of untouchable power and luxury—had now been swept off the main stage like dust on a glass tabletop. The destruction of the Wine family, an economic pillar controlling one-fifth of the city's capital market, had not come through years of bloody warfare, but in a mere matter of minutes at the fingertips of a young man they had dismissed as a 'discarded outcast.'Inside the hall of the University of a Thousand Dragons, the atmosphere grew increasingly thick and piercing. The cracked marble, carved out by the brutal battle moments before, stood as a silent witness to the terrifying magnitude of Lucas’s figure. The air in the room was saturated with

The atmosphere of the Thousand Dragons University Hall was dead silent. The stillness enveloping the place felt suffocating, broken only by the fearful breathing of the elites and nobles who had previously looked at Lucas with petty gazes. Now, not a single one of them dared to make a sound—not even to let out a long sigh.Lucas surveyed his surroundings with a cold and bored expression. The revelation of his identity in the Arena of Life and Death did not make him proud at all; to him, all these terror-stricken gazes in the hall were merely shallow drama from people too weak to realize their own position.He tilted his head slightly, then looked down at Evelyn, who was still cradling warmly in his embrace."This gathering seems to be completely useless now," Lucas whispered calmly, his voice contrasting with the frozen terror in the room."I am already sick of the low-class drama here. What do you think, Evelyn?"Evelyn raised her face. The shock from Lucas's secret identity still li

"Hahahahahaha... Hahahahaha!"Lucas's laughter shattered the rigid silence enveloping the Grand Hall of Thousand Dragons University. The laughter didn't sound fierce or hysterical; instead, it rolled out so lightly, so casually, yet carried an echo that made everyone's hair stand on end. The young man leaned his body forward slightly, staring at Reginald Hole as if the dean nicknamed the "Killer Dean" were merely a clown who had just finished the most ridiculous comedy act on a stage."Kneel? Apologize? Hand back the Wine Family's assets?" Lucas repeated, straightening his cuffs. Every single word that slipped past his lips felt like an invisible sword strike slamming into Reginald's chest. "Old man... your much-vaunted academic brain seems to have rotted away from greed."He took a single step forward. The cold aura that had previously been suppressed within his body suddenly surged outward with incredible strength. The air around the marble pillars felt suffocatingly heavy, catching

A gentle tap on Reginald’s shoulder felt like the blow of a sledgehammer shattering the remnants of his courage. Cold sweat flooded the Killer Dean’s temples, dripping down to his chin. The burning gaze of Lucas—resembling the abyss of a returning demon—forced Reginald’s heavily trembling fingers to press the button on the police-encrypted phone in his hand.With ragged breaths and pale lips, Reginald pressed the phone to his ear. The entire Main Hall held its breath; a suffocating silence blanketed the elite of Hakward as they awaited Lucas’s destruction at the hands of the City Lord."D-Dominic..." whispered Reginald, his voice shaky and raspy. He forced himself to regain his arrogance in front of thousands of eyes, glaring at Lucas with a lingering, burning hatred. "Dominic! It's me, Reginald! In the Academy's Main Hall, some bastard bug dares to challenge the Hole family's authority! He acts like a god above all influential families at the important event I hosted... He even inten

The cold words and the demonic smirk on Lucas's lips instantly silenced all arguments in that room. Evelyn and Richard could only freeze in place, their breath catching as if the air around the luxurious living room had suddenly been sucked dry by the oppressive aura radiating from the young man before them.Richard gripped his carved wooden cane tightly until his knuckles turned white."Ever since he joined, he has always accomplished things no one else could... If only this Lucas were willing to become my son-in-law... My family would surely flourish for the next seven generations..." he muttered... After all, as a man who had spent decades navigating the harsh business and political world of Hakward City, his instincts screamed that the youth before him was no ordinary human who could be measured by market logic or profit-loss calculations. Meanwhile, Evelyn stared at Lucas’s back with her heart pounding wildly; the fear in her chest slowly mingled with a strange flutter that she f