
Louis Kindsor stood silently in the living room of the luxurious villa he shared with his wife, Vivian Howard.
His face was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions.
In his hand, he held a tablet displaying surveillance footage that would change everything.
As Vivian entered the room, her smile faltered at the sight of Louis's serious expression.
"What's wrong, dear?" she asked, her voice tinged with false sweetness.
Without a word, Louis turned the tablet towards her.
The footage showed Vivian entering a hotel with another man, their body language leaving little doubt about their intentions.
Vivian's eyes widened, then narrowed. Instead of shame or remorse, her face twisted with anger.
"You had someone follow me?" she hissed.
Louis shook his head slowly, in disappointment.
"That's all you have to say? No explanation, no apology?"
Vivian laughed dismissively, as if she didn’t care the least that Louis had caught her in an affair.
"Why should I apologize? This is perfect timing, actually."
She strode to a nearby drawer and pulled out a document, slapping it down on the coffee table.
"I want a divorce."
The words hit Louis like a physical blow.
He stared at the divorce agreement, unable to comprehend how things had come to this.
"Why?" he asked softly.
He had hoped Vivian would explain and say it was all fake.
Vivian rolled her eyes.
"Oh, please. You brought it upon yourself! Since our marriage has already shown signs of cracks, isn’t divorce only natural?"
“So it’s my fault?!”
Louis widened his eyes in disbelief, unable to accept that Vivian showed no remorse and instead blamed him.
"What happened to the girl who helped me all those years ago?" he whispered.
Louis's mind raced back to that day over a decade ago.
He had been on the streets of Apple City, penniless and alone.
A sweet little girl had shared her food with him, dropping a small toy as she left.
That toy had become his most cherished possession, a reminder of kindness in his darkest hour.
How could someone change so dramatically over a mere decade?
“What girl? Oh, forget it! Just sign it, will you?”
Vivian’s cold and impatient voice interrupted his thought.
"Are you sure a divorce is what you want?"
Coming back to his senses, Louis said with a look of utter disappointment.
"I've given you everything. I've supported you, helped you build your career, taken care of your life..."
"You? Supported me?” Vivian scoffed.
“Please. I'm the most successful female CEO in Apple City because of my own hard work. You've just been living off me, Louis. Face it, you're nothing compared to what I've become."
Each word was a dagger to Louis's heart.
“You really think your achievements are solely due to your own efforts and abilities?”
Louis asked, his eyes filled with utter pain and despair.
If it weren’t for him providing Vivian with seed money and arranging for support for her business, her family would never have risen from below-average status, and she certainly wouldn’t have achieved her present success in just a few short years.
“Then what else?”
Vivan sneered, her head held up high, like a queen.
“If you think so, then I have nothing to say.”
Looking at his arrogant and conceited wife, Louis totally lost his appetite to protest.
"Oh, please stop acting like I owe you. You’ve been eating and drinking for free at my place for years—it’s time for that to end. If you still have any dignity left, sign the papers and get out, Louis," Vivian demanded. "It's over."
Without another word, Louis picked up a pen and quickly signed his name.
As he handed the papers back to Vivian, he looked directly into Vivian's eyes and said coldly.
"As you wish, it’s over. I hope you don't come to regret this decision, Vivian."
Vivian smirked.
"The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner."
Louis stood, his tall frame seeming to fill the room.
For a moment, Vivian caught a glimpse of something in his eyes – a hint of the power and authority he usually kept hidden.
But it was gone in an instant, replaced by a look of profound disappointment.
"Remember your words, then."
With that said, Louis turned and walked out of the villa without looking back.
His demeanor cold and completely different from before.
“You ungrateful bastard, watch your attitude!”
Vivian fumed, stamping her feet.
But Louis didn’t look back once.
It was over.
There was nothing worth holding onto anymore.
As he stepped outside, Louis was greeted by an unexpected sight.
A fleet of luxury cars lined the driveway, their sleek bodies gleaming in the afternoon sun.
Not a single of them was worth less than millions of dollars.
A man in an impeccable suit stepped forward, bowing deeply.
"Mr. Kindsor," the man said respectfully.
"We've been waiting for you."
Louis nodded, his demeanor shifting subtly.
Gone was the defeated husband; in his place stood a man accustomed to command.
As he approached the lead car, his phone rang.
As Louis slid into the back seat of the most luxurious car, he answered the call.
The voice on the other end would set in motion events that would shake Vivian's world to its core.

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CHAPTER 389
The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
CHAPTER 385
The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
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