The moment Ethan Smith finished reading the jagged, handwritten scrawl on the note, the air around him seemed to crystallize into ice. His fingers tightened, and with a subtle application of his internal strength, the paper was pulverized into a fine, grey powder that drifted harmlessly to the hospital floor.To the world, Ethan was the long-lost brother returned home to be pampered by his successful sisters. But in the shadows of the global power struggle, he was the Supreme King, a man whose wrath had leveled fortresses and toppled regimes. His seven sisters were his only remaining anchor to humanity, the sacred treasures he had sworn to protect with his life. Now, someone had dared to touch his fifth sister, Jana Smiths. It was an act of such monumental stupidity that it crossed the line from a crime into a death warrant for everyone involved."Supreme King," Catherine Jones whispered, her voice low so as not to alert the others in the room. Her hand was already hoverin

Christopher Bell was gasping for air, the shattered fragments of his kneecaps sending waves of white-hot agony through his nervous system. His mind, usually a sharp instrument of corporate and criminal strategy, was now a chaotic mess of survival instincts. He was desperately trying to calculate how to deceive Ethan Smith, but every time he looked into Ethan's eyes, he saw only a bottomless, freezing void.Ethan stood over him, motionless, yet radiating a pressure that felt like the mountain itself was leaning on the criminal's chest. He was the only witness left. If this man died without speaking, the trail to Jana Smiths would go cold in the vast, treacherous labyrinth of Williams Mountain."Ethan Smith... listen to me," Christopher Bell wheezed, blood flecking his lips. "Take me back to a hospital in the Capital of Valeridge. Once I'm under professional care... once I'm safe from these wolves... I'll tell you exactly where they took your sister."His plan was trans

The metallic shard Ethan Smith clutched in his palm felt unnaturally heavy for its size, vibrating with a residual energy that seemed to pulse against his skin. He stood amidst the churned earth and broken timber of the clearing, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The physical toll of the encounter was immense. The prehistoric Green-Scaled Python had been a force of nature, and though it now lay as a mountain of cooling emerald muscle, the cost of its life had been nearly paid in Ethan's blood.As the beast had delivered its final, desperate headbutt, Ethan felt his ribcage give way. The sound of shifting bone was sickeningly audible in the sudden silence of the woods. He was thrown back, his body skipping across the jagged rocks like a stone across water.Cough.Ethan spat a mouthful of thick, dark blood onto the forest floor. He felt as though a hot iron had been pressed into his chest; his internal organs had been violently displaced by the sheer kinetic f

The two assassins from the Blood Mafia grew deathly pale, their complexions turning the color of ash as they clutched their throats. A guttural, wet rattle escaped their lips—a sound of pure, unadulterated terror—before they collapsed like puppets with their strings severed. The forest fell into a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves in the wind.The remaining executioners stood frozen, their eyes wide with a frantic, animalistic fear. They were professional killers, men who lived and breathed violence, but the sheer ease with which Ethan Smith had dispatched their comrades had shattered their resolve. Even Luke Baumann, the veteran commander of the Capital of Valeridge branch, felt a cold sweat prickling at his hairline. His mind raced, calculating the odds. Had Ethan truly ascended to the rank of a Supreme Master?If that were the case, the Blood Mafia wasn't just in trouble; they were facing an existential threat. A Supreme Master p

After ensuring Ethan Smith was cleared of any immediate suspicion, Tim Burns walked him out of the tactical office. The two shared a seemingly cordial conversation, their laughter echoing through the halls of the temporary command center to maintain a facade of normalcy for any prying eyes."Comrade Tim Burns, is it safe for them to leave now?" Jana Smiths inquired, her voice a mix of professional detachment and sisterly concern."Of course. Secure the perimeter and let them through," Tim Burns barked to his men.Ethan and Jana played their parts to perfection. They stood before the armored gates acting like strangers who had briefly crossed paths during a crisis. "Travel safely, sir," Jana said with a polite, distant nod. "I have official duties to attend to, so I won't see you out. Thank you for your bravery."With a final, meaningful glance, Ethan and Catherine Jones climbed into their vehicle and pulled away from the Capital of Valeridge, heading back toward