2025-06-19 22:26:17The black, sleek car rolled onto an exquisite estate. Wealth was splattered everywhere and riches practically seemed to pour out of the estate like the numerous fountains that could be seen.
Rose and Seth got out of the car, and, sure enough, the woman began walking very fast as she led the way.
As the Tyrel family heiress, panic was a luxury she couldn’t afford—her every step demanded poise.
Yet inside, fear clenched her chest like an iron fist.
Her grandfather’s life was slipping away.
They rushed upstairs, stopping at a door that looked like it was made of pure gold.
“Here we are,” Rose threw open the golden doors—light poured out like a goddamn explosion of gold, nearly blinding Seth on the spot.
So much gold... what the hell kind of place is this?!
He was known as THE GOLDENMASTER, yet he had never seen a reason to do something as absurd as this.
"Good afternoon, board members," Rose greeted the three suited men standing by the bed. "This is Seth, the doctor I invited to take a look at Grandpa."
Seth gave them a casual wave. “Nice to meet you.”
“Miss Rose,” the white-bearded man in the middle sighed, clearly unimpressed.
“You may not fully understand Mr. Tyrel’s condition. He’s been in a coma for a year. Some of the world’s most respected doctors have tried and failed.”
“This isn’t a game. This is a matter of life and death—for him and the entire Tyrel Group.”
The way he looked at Seth—like he was just some pretty boy hustler living off a woman’s wallet—was all too clear.
“You’re right about one thing,” Rose cut in, her voice sharp, her eyes blazing. “But I’m not some spoiled brat using my grandfather’s life as a joke.”
Seth blinked—this was the first time he’d seen her so fired up.
“Seth isn’t some scam artist. He saved me. This morning, he cured a heart condition I’ve had for over twenty years.”
“So yes—I trust him. And I believe he can save my grandfather too.”
The three board members turned to stare at Seth, their skepticism giving way to uneasy silence.
“Let him try,” Rose said firmly. “I’ll be here the whole time. He won’t make things worse. They can’t get worse.”
The white-haired man hesitated, then finally nodded. “Then... we leave it in your hands.”
All three gave a polite bow and made their way out, the heavy golden doors creaking open, then slamming shut behind them.
The clang of gold-on-gold echoed through the room, pulling Seth’s eyes back to the motionless figure lying in the massive bed.
Obviously, the old man's condition is not optimistic.
His skin had blackened, losing its vitality; several sutures could be seen on his body, blood seeping out of the garish lines, and even the blood was a mixture of red and black.
And worse of all, the smell coming from her grandfather's body was repulsive – like a something rotten. Like death.
Seth nearly covered his nose but managed to stop the motion with a grimace.
He gently poked a pressure point on the old man's chest, and the elder's hand twitched slightly.
"Hmmm... This..." Seth was cut off by the doors banging open.
There, a man clad in a white robe, glasses half way falling of his red face and a stethoscope wrapped round his thick neck marched in.
He was clearly the doctor kept in charge of the Tyrel Family Head, and he looked about as unhappy to see Seth crouching beside his patient as a mosquito in the desert.
"What the hell are you doing!?" The man rushed over to them, quickly pushing Seth away from the Tyrel Family Head.
"I'm trying to save his life," Seth snarked from his place on the floor. He didn't appreciate being pushed around, especially by idiotic doctors.
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Chapter 203: The Weight of Old Men.
Seth's POVThe decision to go to General Cane did not arrive like inspiration, it arrived like pressure, subtle, constant, the kind that did not hurt at first but slowly reshaped whatever it rested against, Seth had spent the night after the confrontation with Virek pacing rooms that were designed to keep people seated, reviewing structures that were meant to be trusted, watching feeds that only showed what they were allowed to show, and through all of it ran the same awareness, power without anchoring corrodes into spectacle, momentum without counterweight becomes noise, and if he intended to take a country apart without letting it collapse inward, he would need someone who had already watched empires pretend they were permanent.Cane was not part of the new machine.That was exactly why he mattered.Arranging the meeting required layers of misdirection that would have once amused Seth, logist
Chapter 202: White Rooms and Quiet Wars.
Seth's POVThe room Seth chose was not underground.That mattered.Most of the spaces he used now were buried beneath layers of reinforced earth and dead signal zones, rooms designed for secrecy, for containment, for things that were not meant to be found again, but after leaving Virek, after feeling steel fade back into skin and the echo of that man’s pulse still lingering in his palm, Seth did not want another bunker, he wanted height, glass, distance from the illusion that depth meant safety.The conference room sat near the top of a private government tower, not one of the public ones, not the kind tourists took pictures of, but one built for people who preferred the city to look small, its walls wide and curved, windows stretching from floor to ceiling, sunlight pouring in without asking permission.He stood near the glass when the summons went out.
Chapter 201: Two Architects.
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