Kaelan stopped his steps near an old, long-abandoned warehouse building from a past era. Its wall paint was peeling here and there, and its windows were tightly sealed with a thick layer of dust. Not a single student would bother approaching this area.He stared at the building's facade, while that sensation grew stronger.Mana.And that energy did not originate from within his own body at all, but radiated from inside the building."Interesting," Kaelan muttered softly.He approached the main door, which was tightly locked. It was a fragile conventional mechanical lock; he could have shattered it in an instant using a fraction of physical force. Even so, he did not want to draw the campus authorities' attention.Instead, Kaelan channeled a tiny speck of pure mana to his index finger and touched the keyhole.Click. The internal mechanism shifted, and the door swung open.The moment he stepped inside, a chilly draft immediately greeted his skin. The air inside felt stuffy, filled with

Kaelan pulled out a chair before the desk and sat down calmly.Logan reached for a thick black folder from atop the desk and pushed it across to his grandson. "This is for you."Kaelan stared at the folder. "What is the contents of this document?""Open it and see for yourself."Kaelan opened the folder page by page. On the first page, his eyes immediately narrowed sharply. The document encompassed asset ownership deeds, stock portfolios, property holdings, and large-scale corporate investment allocations under the Garrison family name.The more he flipped the pages, the more serious his expression became. The valuation of those assets sat at a fantastic figure.Logan spoke up in a flat tone, "Starting today, ten percent of the total primary Garrison shares are officially transferred to your name."Kaelan looked up. "Ten percent?""Yes.""And the rest?""Remains under my control." Logan stared straight at him. "However, this document also stipulates that once you marry, or eventually

The car stopped right in the courtyard of the Garrison Mansion as the sun dipped below the western horizon. Kaelan stepped out of the vehicle calmly, without a hint of hurry. Throughout the journey back from Logan's residence, his mind had incessantly spun, calculating numerous possibilities.Ten percent of the primary Garrison shares. A massive inheritance that would transition to him once he married or when Logan reached the end of his days. And most importantly: the veiled message from the old man regarding the true meaning of an heir who must never be trampled upon.Kaelan slid one hand into his trouser pocket, brushing against the copy of the secret document given by his grandfather. He had not affixed his signature yet. He had not officially accepted anything. Yet, Logan's proactive step triggered a fundamental question in his mind: Why now?The moment he stepped through the main mansion door, Martha—carrying a stack of freshly laundered clothes—greeted him immediately."Mr. Kael

That night, Kaelan barely closed his eyes. Logan's text message remained firmly embedded on his phone screen:If you truly wish to know what happened to your father, come alone tomorrow. Do not tell anyone.Kaelan had reviewed that sentence repeatedly. Not because he was enveloped by fear, but because the deeper he pondered it, the more knotted mysteries surfaced. Logan knew something a dark secret he had deliberately buried from the outside world for years.The following morning, after classes ended, Kaelan decided to fulfill that summons. He walked alone. Without bodyguards, without a driver, and without a single member of the Garrison family knowing his destination.The location Logan sent was not their main residence, but rather an old Garrison family asset standing in the city's old commercial district. From the outside, the three-story building looked dilapidated and isolated. Its windows were tightly sealed with heavy curtains, lacking a nameplate, lacking tight security.Kaela

Kaelan immediately lowered his head, concealing the drastic expression change on his face from Logan's observation. That energy fluctuation was indeed extremely weak, but its aura characteristics were too specific to ignore.Cold. Dense. Oppressive. Leaving behind a rotting sensation that disturbed consciousness.Dark mana.And that was not merely ordinary negative energy residue. Those characteristics bore absolute similarity to entities from the deepest layers of the Arcana world in his past—traces of existence belonging to the demon race.Kaelan regulated his breathing as consistently as possible.Logan, observing him from across the desk, asked, "What is it?"Kaelan looked up slowly, putting on a flat expression. "Nothing." He turned the watch slowly in his palm. "Grandfather said this was found with the deceased's belongings?""That's right.""Was this item tested in a laboratory?""It was.""The result?""No physical anomalies whatsoever."Kaelan nodded in silence. Of course. Or