AN UNDERSTATED POWER

0260-THE END

One month had passed since that day.

The state of Morrow had slowly transformed into a place that was almost unrecognizable compared to its past. Cities that were once filled with fear had come back to life with a new face. Streets that had once been controlled by criminal gangs were now crowded with families strolling peacefully, children playing, and tourists arriving without worry.

All of this happened after Max was officially appointed as the War Commander of Morrow State.

A month ago, his identity was finally revealed to the public. The entire state learned who the man was who had secretly destroyed the largest gangster network in the region. News about Max spread rapidly to every city, every district, and even to the smallest villages.

No criminal organization dared to show itself anymore. Many had already been destroyed. The rest fled far away from Morrow State.

Within a short time, security across the entire region improved drastically.

Markets became lively again. Hotels were filled with tourists. Merchants kept their shops open until late at night without fear. Police and security forces worked much more lightly because most of the threats had already been destroyed at their roots.

For the people of Morrow State, Max was not merely a war commander.

He was a national hero.

For many people, he was even considered a living shield for the entire region—someone who stood on the front line to ensure that chaos would never return again.

However, on that quiet morning, Max was not at the military headquarters or a government office.

He was at a hospital.

The hospital corridor felt silent and spotless. A faint scent of antiseptic filled the air. Max stood beside a hospital bed with a serious expression, while Aurora lay on the examination bed.

In front of them, a female doctor was holding an ultrasound device.

The monitor screen beside her displayed a slowly moving black-and-white image.

“Alright… let’s take a look,” the doctor said in a professional tone as she moved the scanner across Aurora’s stomach.

Aurora stared at the screen nervously, while Max stood beside her, his hand unconsciously gripping his wife’s hand tightly.

Several seconds passed in silence.

Then the doctor suddenly smiled. She looked at the screen before turning to them.

“Congratulations,” she said warmly.

Aurora blinked in confusion.

The doctor pointed toward the screen.

“Your pregnancy… is triplets.”

Max looked at the screen again, as if trying to make sure he had not misheard. “Three?” he repeated slowly.

Aurora’s eyes widened as well. She turned to the doctor, then looked back at the ultrasound screen that still showed three small moving shapes. “Three babies?” she whispered softly.

The doctor nodded with a wide smile. “Yes. Three babies at once.”

Several seconds passed without a word.

Max, who was usually calm even in the middle of a battlefield, now looked genuinely shocked. He looked at Aurora, then back at the monitor, then again at the doctor.

Aurora covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes slowly filling with tears of happiness.

“God…” she whispered softly.

Max finally let out a long breath and chuckled quietly, something he rarely did.

He looked at Aurora gently. “Three at once,” he said.

Aurora nodded slowly, a warm smile appearing on her face.

God did not just give them happiness.

He gave them three new lives at once.

After that day, the changes brought by Max were not only felt in the military and political worlds. His influence spread far wider than many people had imagined.

In the dark world hidden from ordinary human eyes—the world of demon cults—Max’s name became something terrifying. Demon worshippers who once dared to hide in major cities now chose to disappear. Many of them still remembered the bloody night when Max slaughtered the demon leaders who tried to open the gates of hell in Morrow State. News of that event spread like a legend among the cultists. Since then, no new cult had dared to appear in the region. They were afraid. They knew that as long as Max was alive, any attempt to summon the power of hell would end only in death.

On the other side, the world of martial arts academies also began to speak his name with a level of respect that was almost like worship. Martial arts masters from various schools came to Morrow State just to study stories about him. Many attempted to analyze Max’s fighting techniques. However, not a single one of them was truly able to replicate them.

Martial arts experts eventually realized the same truth: Max’s strength was not merely technique. It was something born from life experience, countless battles, and an unbreakable determination that could never be taught in any training hall.

Over time, Max’s name turned into a living legend.

But for Max himself, his life was no longer centered on battle. In a quiet house on the outskirts of Morrow City, he lived a life far simpler than what people imagined when they called him a hero.

To the world, he was the War Commander of Morrow State. A man feared by demons, respected by fighters, and admired by the people.

But in that house, he was only a husband and a father. And for Max, that was the greatest victory of his life.

Thus ended the story of a man who once walked between war, hell, and power….

THE END.