'Holy crap.' Lucifer barely managed to block John's fist before another punch came towards his face. He moved his head to the side, allowing the fist to pass by his cheek, but John had already stepped forward and struck him in the stomach with his knee. Lucifer stumbled backwards and nearly fell, but he quickly regained his balance and raised his hands to protect himself. John did not give him time to recover. He closed the gap between them and threw another punch, which Lucifer blocked with both arms. The force still pushed him back several steps, and before he could counterattack, John swept his leg towards his feet. Lucifer jumped to avoid the sweep, but John had expected that. He caught Lucifer's ankle in the air and pulled him forward, causing him to land on his back. The impact forced the air out of Lucifer's lungs, and he stared at the ceiling for a moment before letting out a tired breath. "Again," John said. Lucifer turned his head towards him. 'Again? We haven't even

And just like that, a week passed. Nothing important happened except for two visits from Detective Lisa, frequent training with John, and small talks with Vivian. He had not seen Amira lately, except from afar. He could think about that later. For now, he had reached a small level of progress in his fighting skills. He was still nowhere near John's level, but he had become better at reading his opponent's movements and keeping his balance. He could also defend himself for longer without getting thrown to the ground every few seconds. Of course, that did not mean he could beat John in a fight. The gap between them was still wide, and Lucifer knew it would take a lot more training before he could close it. Still, he was satisfied with his progress. Currently, however, he was facing a much harder problem. Lucifer held a sword in both hands as he stood beside John, watching the large goblin in front of them. Drakon stood a few metres away with his spear in hand, his red skin in the e

The school cafeteria was unusually busy that afternoon, with students filling nearly every table as they enjoyed their lunch and talked about the upcoming holidays. Some discussed their plans for December, while others argued about which Awakened would put on the best performance at the annual Festival of Heroes. However, the most talked-about sight in the cafeteria was not the festival itself, but the three students sitting together near the windows. Lucifer Damien, John Del, and Vivian Woolworth had attracted more attention than usual, and the whispers surrounding their table showed no sign of stopping. "Oh, she's left the school? Who would have thought?" Vivian said this with a look of surprise, as if she had no idea what had happened. She, John, and Lucifer were currently sitting together in the school cafeteria, eating their lunch while other students stared at them in awe as they passed by. "Is he actually sitting with them?" "I heard it's because he's a suspect in James's

"The basic elements are Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Lightning. The other elements are known as advanced or special elements." Vivian's smile widened as she listened to Lucifer answer the question. She wiped away an imaginary tear and looked at him with pride, as though she had just watched her own child win an award. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at her strange behaviour. "Why are you crying?" "I'm just so proud of myself," Vivian replied, placing a hand over her chest. "I have turned a student with the brain of a caveman into Einstein's spawn, whoever Einstein is." Lucifer's smile vanished. He had been about to thank her, but he quickly changed his mind and shook his head. Thanks to his two seniors, he had grown more confident about the upcoming exams. Over the past two weeks, he had trained with John while taking extra lessons from Vivian. He also had to attend daily rehearsals for the upcoming Festival of Heroes, leaving him with very little free time. Although his schedule was

A young woman hung from chains inside a dark underground cell. Her wrists were bound above her head, and her feet barely touched the cold stone floor. The room smelled of rust and blood, while water dripped from cracks in the ceiling. Despite her condition, Lisa was still beautiful. Her long green hair fell over her shoulders, though much of it had become dirty and tangled. She had a pretty face, clear skin, and sharp green eyes that once held the confidence of a skilled detective. Now, those eyes watched the door with a mixture of fear and anger. The heavy door opened, and a bald, muscular man walked into the cell with several men behind him. It was Damon Rosenthal, the eldest brother of James Rosenthal and the head of the Iron Fist Guild. He looked at Lisa with a cold smile as he approached her. "Lisa... Lisa... Lisa." He shook his head in disappointment. "Don't you know what happens to people who try to uncover the secrets of guilds and powerful families? If you knew the danger