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The Majestic Heir Chapter 166 - Secrets from the Past
"D-Damn it! How is he still so strong after taking a direct hit from my qi blast?!"Blood poured freely from Preston’s chest, his wound gaping wide. Some of it had already begun to drip onto the cold floor beneath him. Staring at Leopold, whose mouth hung open unnaturally in front of him, the major couldn’t understand why the marquis’s strength hadn’t waned—even when all traces of his human consciousness had vanished."Why hasn’t his power diminished, even after I injected him with the serum?!"Two years ago."Major General, opportunities like this only come once."A man in a black robe, his face striking yet devoid of warmth, placed a syringe filled with a thick, milky-white liquid onto the desk inside Preston’s office. His voice was flat, his expression unreadable.At the time, the major general had no idea who this man was, nor did he understand the true nature of the substance he had brought. But one thing was clear—the stench was unbearable, assaulting his senses the moment the v
The Majestic Heir Chapter 167 - Secrets from the Past (Part 2)
Leopold had long admired Helma’s healing abilities. And now, he finally had the chance to experience one of her remedies. Naturally, the marquis was thrilled—so much so that he wanted to invite the master healer to his manor.But it seemed that wish would never come true, for that day would be the last time the marquis could think and speak normally.The following morning, not only did he find himself unable to speak clearly, but his mind also felt increasingly clouded."Preston, are you certain this is the medicine Helma gave me?" With a dazed expression, Leopold could feel a numbing sensation creeping through his entire body. "Why do I feel as if something terribly wrong is happening to me?""I don’t think I can hold out much longer. Go now—bring Helma here immediately."The unsettling sensation overtaking his body was so overwhelming that Leopold ordered Preston to personally fetch the master healer."I will leave
The Majestic Heir Chapter 168 - The Fruit of the Tree Preston Planted
Back to the present."Shouldn't his strength have diminished after he stopped being human?"Terror flooded Preston’s eyes. Instead of dodging or blocking the attack heading his way, his body froze in place—like a statue.If his opponent had been anyone less powerful than Leopold, he might have had time to think about his next move. But the man standing before him…"This isn't possible, is it?"A foolish question, born of sheer desperation, escaped his lips just as a sharp, black, blade-like object pierced his face at high speed.Crash!Preston didn't even have time to scream before Leopold, lunging at him with ferocious intensity, sucked the blood spurting from the major general’s face and hungrily sank his teeth into his skin—devouring it as though it were the most exquisite delicacy.The gruesome sounds of tearing flesh and snapping bones echoed throughout the underground chamber. Leopold hunche
The Majestic Heir Chapter 169 - Bad News on a Tranquil Morning
Clang!The sharp clash of two solid objects echoed throughout the room. Yet, there was no one else present except for Leopold and Marc. Moreover, the latter didn’t appear to be wielding any kind of weapon.So where did that sound come from?Roar!At the same time, Leopold’s body was sent staggering half a step backward, his claws trembling violently as if he had just struck an unyielding stone. However, instead of retreating in fear, his monstrous instincts urged him to press forward.Hardening both his palms once more, his sharp, rigid claws extended forward, Leopold swung at Marc’s face again.Clang!Once more, a resounding clang filled the air as his claws made contact with the young man’s face, as if striking an incredibly dense and indestructible metal.And as if confirming his worst fear, the moment Leopold’s claws hit Marc’s face, his body was pushed back again—this time, a full four steps.“Is that all you’ve got, My Lord?” Though Marc’s tone wasn’t mocking, his expression was
The Majestic Heir Chapter 170 - A Girlfriend?
"Why does Grandpa have to ruin my mood this early in the morning?"Still fuming with anger, Violet stormed towards the front entrance of the manor, her strides sharp and unrelenting. Parked right in front was her blue McLaren 750S, gleaming under the morning light."Good morning, Miss."A house servant greeted her warmly, his voice polite and respectful. But that only made her irritation worse."Get lost!"Snapping at him, Violet yanked open the car door with her delicate yet surprisingly forceful fingers."Ugh, no. I need to get to the office right now before my mood gets any worse," she muttered under her breath.Moments later, the soft purr of the supercar’s engine echoed through the estate as she sped off, exiting through the front gate.Forty-five minutes later, her car came to a smooth stop right in front of the towering 45-story skyscraper—the headquarters of Richmond Group, a vast conglomerate overseeing numerous subsidiaries. Parking in the front courtyard was strictly reserv
The Majestic Heir Chapter 171 - Yes?
For a brief moment, Violet's face tensed before breaking into an almost impossibly wide smile."Oh, honey. Of course."In an instant, the heavy clouds that had been looming over Violet's expression vanished, replaced by a radiant smile and a gaze burning with desire. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around the slender waist of the woman in the black jacket and pressed her crimson lips against hers."I’ve missed you so much."Smooch!Violet leaned in again, deepening the kiss. It was hot and intense, lasting more than five minutes before the woman finally pulled away, her breath slightly ragged."You seem especially passionate today. What a coincidence—I’ve had a few frustrating days myself. Make me feel better, my big cat."The two women lost themselves in each other, their kisses growing wilder. Within moments, their clothes were scattered across the floor, piece by piece, their moans and soft cries filling
The Majestic Heir Chapter 172 - Another Prisoner
Gripping Leopold's hair tightly with his left hand, Marc clenched his other hand into a fist. At the same time, a faint purple aura emanated from his palm.Leopold was a marquis, a noble of high status—someone who shouldn't even be touched, let alone harmed. Killing him would be a grave offense, of course.But when that same person transformed into a goblin, was he still considered human? And if not, shouldn't the rules change accordingly?Marc's expression remained cold as he raised the index finger of his right hand, pointing it toward the back of Leopold’s neck. Even though the nobleman had turned into a goblin, the young man still wanted to grant him a painless death.On the other hand, as if trying to escape from the grasp of the grim reaper himself, Leopold struggled desperately to break free from Marc’s grip. Forget retaliating or attempting to attack—at this moment, the goblin lacked even the courage to meet Marc’s ga
The Majestic Heir Chapter 173 - A Method
"Alright."Letting out a long breath, Marc simply nodded. After all, the young man standing before him was the son of a marquis.And now, with Leopold in no condition to carry out his duties, it was only a matter of time before Ulrich was officially declared the new Marquis of Walenstein. Even before that happened, though, his opinion still held significant weight."Good. In that case, help me return my father to the isolation chamber." With that, Ulrich sprinted toward the control room.At the same time, Marc, still holding Leopold in his arms, moved with such incredible speed that he seemed to vanish. Within moments, he had placed Leopold back inside the chamber. Ulrich immediately pressed a button, sealing the door shut. Then, he activated another switch, bathing the entire room in a deep red glow."I've been researching this for over a year, and this is the result," Ulrich said as he stepped out of the control room and approached Marc.T
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Chapter 268 - The Pact Made Thirty Years Ago (Part 4)
“This can’t be real! That myth… it’s true?!”Elliot clenched both fists on instinct, a blazing golden aura erupting from his body. It lit up the shadowy courtyard beneath the pale full moon like a beacon.Before him stood dozens of ragged, foul-smelling figures, their blood-red eyes locked onto him with razor-sharp intensity.In all his decades in the military, Elliot had encountered supernatural beings from other races—vampires, werewolves, even elves. But goblins? This was a first.He’d always believed goblins were nothing more than bedtime horror stories meant to scare little kids. Yet here they were, right in front of his eyes.Roar!Across the courtyard, around thirty goblins crouched in a semi-circle, feasting on a deer carcass. The moment they noticed Elliot, they froze mid-bite and slowly rose to their feet.Their beady eyes scanned him from head to toe, their nostrils flaring wildly.Sniff-sniff!The scent of human flesh was strong and tempting. They didn’t even hesitate—why
Chapter 267 - The Pact Made Thirty Years Ago (Part 3)
“No. That won’t be necessary.”Elliot shook his head firmly, brushing off the lieutenant colonel’s suggestion to send scouts ahead.“The soldiers haven’t been home in two months. They’ve got families waiting for them. I want them going home in one piece, so I’ll handle this myself.”Elliot wasn’t just a commanding officer, he cared. Deeply. To him, his men weren’t pawns to be sacrificed. They were warriors with lives worth protecting. And if there was a mission only he could take on, he’d never throw someone else into the fire for it.He already had twenty injured under his command. That number was more than enough.And frankly, this final group of fugitives? Just a low-level gang. Nobodies. Not even on the elite threat list. With his cultivation level, it shouldn't be more than a quick cleanup job, capture or kill.Handing his binoculars over to the lieutenant colonel, Elliot stepped forward, his pace steady but alert.“General, then at least let me go with you.”The lieutenant colon
Chapter 266 - The Pact Made Thirty Years Ago (Part 2)
"We swear to follow the kingdom’s laws—completely, without question!"Drenched in sweat, his voice cracking with desperation, the mayor writhed on the ground, hands bound behind his back as he looked up at Elliot with pleading eyes."Lord Griffin, please! We’re begging you—have mercy!"But Elliot didn’t even flinch. His expression remained cold, unmoved.He stepped down from the podium and slowly walked toward the mayor, who lay sprawled on the ground, trembling."You still have the nerve to say that now?"Elliot’s tone stayed level, but the restrained fury behind his voice was impossible to miss."Where was all this remorse a year ago? Didn’t I make it clear that this punishment should’ve been carried out back then? You had your chance. I gave you time. So why didn’t you take it?"His words sliced through the silence like a blade. Despite the weight of what he was saying, Elliot’s face remained stone cold.A year ago, the crimes these men committed warranted nothing short of death. B
Chapter 265 - The Pact Made Thirty Years Ago (Part 1)
"Grizelda, what are you talking about?"The man, Elliot, fired back with a puzzled look on his face. His tone was laced with disbelief, like her accusation had come out of nowhere."Open your eyes—and your mind. You're making baseless claims. And really, how could you forget something so important?"His expression hardened as he locked eyes with her. Whatever this was, Elliot wasn’t treating it lightly."Let me remind you of the blood pact we made: no human is allowed to cross the Pennigor Mountains without permission. Anyone who does... dies."The Pennigor Mountains stretched across the southern edge of Cammont County, separating it from the massive Eldrador Forest. Since Cammont was the southernmost region of Walenstein Province, the mountains also served as a border to Brynmor, the neighboring province.But truth be told, most people in Walenstein didn’t even consider Eldrador—or Brynmor for that matter—part of the Lanshire Kingdom.Why? Because the people there acted more like bea
Chapter 264 - You Gotta Be Willing to Die for What You Believe In
"You keep going on and on about revenge—like I owe you something for those goblins—without even thinking about what they did to the human race."Marc's voice echoed from inside the inn’s lobby, each word growing louder as he stepped closer to Grizelda."Don’t you get it? By standing up for them, you're just as guilty as the ones who tore this place apart. You're not some noble leader—you’re just another monster hiding behind a cause!"As he spat out the last word, Marc stepped fully into view through the shattered remains of the lobby’s doorway.Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and his right arm hung limply at his side, a faint wisp of smoke still curling from it. No need for a closer look—anyone could see his arm was badly damaged.His shallow, ragged breathing and the pain etched across his face hinted at deeper internal injuries. Still, the fire in his eyes never faded. There was no fear in them, no sign of surrender—just raw, unshakable resolve."So go on. Do it. Hit
Chapter 263 - Grizelda’s Wrath
Rising from the ground, a dark aura surged around Grizelda’s body—thick, ominous, and freezing cold. It didn’t just look dangerous. The air around her turned icy, as if the very atmosphere might shatter from the chill she exhaled.“We goblins never lie,” she said coldly. “And we don’t tolerate lies from others.”The moment she spoke, she vanished—only to reappear instantly, right in front of Marc.“You really are a snake,” she hissed. “You slaughtered my people, and now you have the audacity to trick me? You’re going to die for that.”Her hand shot forward—straight for his throat.Marc’s eyes went wide.What the hell? he thought, heart racing. Why’s she accusing me of playing dirty?Just minutes ago, Grizelda had made it very clear—he could attack from any direction, using any method. That had been the deal. So why flip out now, just because he used a vanish-strike technique?But Marc didn’t have time to argue. The aura coming off her hand alone made it clear—this wasn’t just some fla
Chapter 262 - A Deceptive Move
"I know exactly what you're trying to do. You're just playing games with me, aren't you?"Marc scoffed at Grizelda.Even if she let him hit her a hundred times, it wouldn't matter. She was simply too strong. And Marc was running out of ideas."You're talking too much," Grizelda said coldly, flashing a wide, confident grin. Whether Marc landed a hit or not, she didn’t care. She was already convinced he wouldn’t even come close."Go on. Try. Hit me again. Don’t waste my time."Marc didn’t reply. His eyes locked onto hers, mind racing.This isn’t as simple as I thought...He had two shots left—two chances to strike without being countered. He had to make them count."Alright... let’s do this," he muttered.Taking a deep breath, Marc made a bold decision. He tapped into the pure energy within his dantian—a force far more potent than regular cultivation energy. But it came with a price. It would drain him fast, and if he got hurt while using it, recovery would take very long.Still, he had
Chapter 261 - Three Strikes
"You can read my mind?"Marc narrowed his eyes, staring at Grizelda with a mix of shock and curiosity. He didn’t move his lips—just sent the question straight from his thoughts, trying to confirm his growing suspicion: could this goblin leader really hear what he was thinking?You can talk back to me like this too?Grizelda mirrored his expression, surprised herself. She’d always been able to reach into others’ thoughts—but never had she met someone who could respond to her telepathically.That changed how she saw Marc."Telepathy like this? Piece of cake," Marc replied casually, still speaking with his mind. "But let’s be real—you wouldn’t be able to do it if I didn’t let you in, right?"He wasn’t wrong. Grizelda could hear his thoughts only because he hadn't raised his mental barriers. If he had, she wouldn’t be able to break through, no matter how strong her abilities were."You're right. My power can’t penetrate your mind unless you allow it. But as long as you keep the door open,
Chapter 260 - Opening Strike
Grizelda.The goblin leader of the northern territories.At first glance, there was nothing impressive about her—unless you counted the tattered medieval noblewoman’s dress clinging to her bony frame. It was stained, torn, and filthy. Her short, frail body looked like it had been through hell. Her face and hands were scarred and blistered, like someone who had barely crawled out of a fire alive.To most, she looked exactly like what you’d expect from a goblin—grotesque and terrifying. But that impression flipped completely the moment she entered combat.The moment she unleashed her true power.Whoosh!A blast of wind ripped through the air as Grizelda’s small, shriveled fist shot forward like a bullet. Her hand, leathery and lined with age, was wrapped in a chilling black aura—one that radiated both overwhelming force and a bone-deep cold.The surrounding goblins roared in twisted delight as their leader stepped onto the battlefield. But their joy didn’t last long. The moment she bega
