THE LOSER GOD OF WAR IS MIRACLE DOCTOR

CHAPTER 6

Emilia stormed out onto the bustling city street, fury crackling off her in waves. Denver hurried after her, nearly stumbling in his rush to catch up. Neon’s glittering lights mocked them both, a painful reminder of the humiliation they'd just endured.

"I can't believe that lowlife dared to humiliate us!" Emilia seethed, her voice echoing down the sidewalk. "He's found some new, rich woman, hasn’t he? That scheming bastard!"

Denver nodded, frustration burning behind his eyes. "It makes sense. How else could a penniless parasite like Keith even dream of getting into Neon’s VIP suites? He's probably been cozying up to her behind your back."

Emilia’s manicured hands clenched into fists, nails digging sharply into her palms. "He thinks he can walk away so easily? Well, I’ll show him. He'll regret ever crossing the Richardson family."

Denver lifted an eyebrow, curiosity flickering. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"

A cruel smirk tugged at Emilia’s lips. "First, I'm filing for divorce. Then, I’ll force him to sell every drop of that worthless blood of his to compensate me. Let’s see how well he lives without our family's support!"

Denver chuckled darkly. "Perfect. Let’s drain him dry. After all, parasites deserve to be treated exactly as they treat others."

Emilia laughed bitterly, eyes glittering with malice. "Exactly. Soon, he’ll beg me to take him back. And when he does, I’ll crush him completely."

They hailed a passing cab, their twisted laughter fading into the distance as Neon Restaurant receded behind them.

Inside the luxurious third-floor suite, Linda carefully removed a small, intricately designed vial from her purse. The clear liquid shimmered softly beneath the suite’s gentle lighting.

"Keith, this potion should reactivate your powers," Linda explained gently, placing the vial into his waiting hand. "Drink it carefully. The potency is incredibly strong."

Keith studied the small vial, his heart quickening. Could this really be it? Could he truly reclaim his lost strength?

Without hesitation, he raised the potion to his lips and drank it down. A rush of warmth surged through his body immediately, like lightning streaking across the sky. Energy pulsed through his veins, illuminating every nerve ending with a glorious sensation of power.

He flexed his fingers, feeling strength flood back into his muscles. "It’s working, Linda! My strength—it’s returning!"

Linda beamed at him, relief washing across her features. "I knew it would."

But the joy faded swiftly. A sudden cold realization crashed over Keith. His body stiffened, eyes darkening.

"It’s not enough," he muttered, frustration lining his features. "My powers are only partially restored."

Linda’s face fell, worry creasing her brow. "What do you mean? It should have worked completely."

Keith exhaled slowly, clenching his fists, feeling the frustrating limitation within. "My original strength was immense. One dose wasn’t sufficient. We need more potion, Linda."

Linda bit her lip anxiously. "The ingredients are incredibly rare. It could take weeks, maybe months to gather enough."

Keith’s expression darkened thoughtfully. "There might be a quicker solution. My pharmaceutical company here in the city—Cross Pharmaceuticals. It's the largest in Chicago."

Linda’s eyes widened in surprise. "You own Cross Pharmaceuticals? Why haven’t you ever mentioned it?"

A faint, bitter smile crossed Keith’s lips. "I kept my wealth hidden intentionally. The Richardson family—their pharmaceutical business has only thrived because of my quiet support. But now, it's time I used it openly."

Linda’s voice hardened. "You’ve been secretly supporting them, and yet they treated you like trash?"

Keith laughed sharply, humorless and cold. "Irony, isn’t it? They thought they were helping me, but all along, I was their silent benefactor."

Suddenly, Keith's phone buzzed insistently on the table, breaking their conversation. The caller ID showed an unknown number. Curious, Keith answered it.

A desperate voice spoke immediately, trembling with anxiety. "Is this the Miracle Maker? Please, you must help me! My father—he’s critically ill. No one else can save him!"

Keith hesitated, doubt flickering briefly in his heart. Could he really trust his partially restored power? But another thought followed—what better way to test his strength?

“I’m not at full capacity,” Keith said. “If I try and fail—”

“Even if there’s a one percent chance, please,” the man pleaded.