2025-05-26 16:26:25Marcus approached the hotel's grand entrance, his simple clothes contrasting sharply with the opulent surroundings. The moment Alessandro spotted him, the billionaire's face lit up with relief and joy.
"Mr. Kane!" Alessandro rushed forward, bowing deeply with the reverence one would show a divine healer. "Thank you for coming. I was beginning to worry you wouldn't honor our meeting."
"The God of War always keeps his word," Marcus replied with supernatural composure.
The hotel's wealthy guests stopped their conversations to stare in amazement. They couldn't understand why Alessandro Romano—a man who commanded respect from presidents and kings—was treating this ordinary-looking young man like visiting royalty.
"This is incredible," one socialite whispered to her companion. "Who could possibly earn such deference from the Romano Empire's CEO?"
Valentina emerged from the hotel lobby, her designer dress rustling as she approached with obvious irritation. Her beautiful face was twisted with anger and disbelief.
"Papa, enough of this charade!" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "This boy looks barely old enough to have finished high school, let alone be some kind of miracle doctor. You're making a fool of yourself in front of everyone."
"Valentina, please show some respect," Alessandro warned gently.
"Respect?" Valentina laughed mockingly. "For this obvious scammer? Look at him, Papa! He's wearing clothes from a discount store and probably hasn't seen the inside of a real medical school in his life."
Marcus studied Valentina with divine perception, seeing the fear beneath her anger. "Your concern for your father is understandable, but your accusations are misguided."
"Misguided?" Valentina's eyes blazed with fury. "You took advantage of my father's desperation, you pathetic con artist! Whatever trick you pulled earlier is wearing off, and now he's getting worse!"
She cannot perceive the divine nature of what she witnessed, Marcus thought, his godly patience tested by mortal ignorance.
As if summoned by her words, Alessandro suddenly doubled over in a violent coughing fit. His face turned ashen as he struggled to breathe, each cough more painful than the last.
"Papa!" Valentina cried out in terror.
Alessandro's coughing intensified, and thick black blood spattered onto the pristine marble floor. The hotel guests gasped and stepped back in horror as the powerful businessman collapsed to his knees.
"Your father needs immediate attention," Marcus said, his divine healing instincts activating. "Take him to a private room, now."
"Don't you dare touch him!" Valentina screamed, positioning herself between Marcus and her father. "You've done enough damage, you fraud!"
"MOVE!" Marcus commanded, his voice carrying supernatural authority that made the entire lobby tremble.
The divine power in his tone was so overwhelming that Valentina found herself stepping aside against her will, her body obeying the God of War's command before her mind could protest.
Together, they helped the weakening Alessandro into the hotel's presidential suite. Marcus immediately placed his fingers on Alessandro's wrist, his supernatural senses reading the man's condition with precision that surpassed any mortal medical equipment.
The divine healing triggered a purification process, Marcus realized, but his body is struggling to expel decades of accumulated toxins.
The suite's doors burst open as Dr. Eduardo Martinez rushed in, his medical bag clutched in his weathered hands. The elderly physician had been treating the Romano family for over twenty years and commanded respect throughout the medical community.
"Doctor Martinez!" Valentina threw herself at the man's feet. "Please save my father! This... this charlatan did something to him and now he's dying!"
She pointed accusingly at Marcus, her voice dripping with venom. "That scammer tricked Papa into believing he could heal his lung injury, and now look what's happened!"
Dr. Martinez pushed Marcus aside dismissively and began examining Alessandro with practiced efficiency. His stethoscope moved across the patient's chest as he checked vital signs and assessed the situation.
"This is very serious," Dr. Martinez muttered, his brow furrowed with concern. "Mr. Romano has a severely damaged lung and what appears to be a chronic condition that's been hidden for years."
"How is that possible?" Valentina asked desperately.
"Someone has forced his immune system into overdrive," the doctor explained grimly. "The body is trying to heal itself too quickly, causing a violent rejection response. Who treated him before I arrived?"
"Him!" Valentina pointed at Marcus with shaking fury. "That fake doctor did something to Papa and made everything worse!"
"I saved your father's life," Marcus replied with divine dignity. "I took nothing from him and asked for nothing in return."
"Liar!" Valentina shrieked. "You're nothing but a street con artist preying on desperate people!"
Dr. Martinez opened his medical bag and withdrew a small black pill, placing it on Alessandro's tongue. "This will help stabilize his condition temporarily."
The elderly physician then produced a set of gleaming silver acupuncture needles, preparing to insert them into specific pressure points along Alessandro's torso.
"Stop," Marcus said quietly, his divine medical knowledge recognizing the danger immediately. "That approach will cause more harm than healing."
Dr. Martinez looked up with obvious irritation. "Excuse me? Are you questioning my medical expertise?"
"Your technique is flawed," Marcus continued with supernatural certainty. "The silver needles will disrupt his energy flow and counteract the natural healing process. You're about to kill him."
"Kill him?" Dr. Martinez laughed condescendingly. "Young man, I've been practicing traditional medicine for over forty years. I was performing acupuncture before you were even born."
"Age doesn't guarantee wisdom," Marcus replied calmly.
"Listen, you arrogant little boy," Dr. Martinez snarled, his professional pride wounded. "I don't know what kind of street magic you think you performed, but real medicine requires years of study and experience. You look like you should be flipping burgers, not giving medical advice."
Valentina nodded vigorously. "Exactly! This scammer probably learned his 'healing' from YouTube videos and thinks he can fool everyone."
These mortals cannot comprehend celestial healing arts, Marcus thought, watching as Dr. Martinez prepared to insert the first needle. Their ignorance may cost Alessandro his life.
"Doctor Martinez," Marcus said with divine authority, "if you insert that needle into the Tianchi pressure point while his qi is in a state of flux, you will cause irreversible damage to his heart meridian."
The elderly physician paused, startled by the precise medical terminology. "How could you possibly know about meridian theory?"
"Because unlike you," Marcus replied with godly confidence, "I understand the true nature of healing."
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Chapter 30: The Awakening Aftermath
The dawn after the siphon’s destruction came quietly, almost deceptively gentle. The city felt different, like even the air itself had been reset, vibrating with a new, unsteady life.Marcus stood where the siphon had once towered, the ground felt hot and it shone with residual spiritual light. Debris lay scattered on the ground, but the damage was almost peaceful compared to what might have been. He could still feel Elder Chen’s final lesson inside him, humming like an eternal heartbeat.But there was no time to mourn because people were gathering quickly around him.They came hesitantly at first. The first ones were Syndicate soldiers stripped of their enhancements, confused civilians, children who had felt something awaken in them overnight. One by one, they came out from hiding, drawn to the aura of Elder Chen’s final sacrifice. Some were terrified and confused while some were wild-eyed, drunk on sudden, unstoppable power.Marcus saw a teenage girl accidentally setting the ground
Chapter 29: Elder Chen’s True Fate
Inside the siphon, everything pulsed with a strange stillness.Marcus stood frozen, staring at the ghostly figure suspended in the heart of the machine. Elder Chen’s body wasn’t really there, there was no blood, no breath, no voice but his spirit…It floated, bound and broken, woven into the core of the siphon like a sacred thread turned into a fuel source.His presence flickered, it was faint, strained, and almost translucent. Chains of divine code wrapped around him, etched with Syndicate marks that were meant to drain, not kill but meant to harvest.“Master,” Marcus whispered.The siphon pulsed again, and Marcus felt it tug at his soul, pulling not just divine energy but identity, thought, memory. Anyone without grounding would lose themselves in seconds.But Marcus had learned more than technique from Elder Chen. He had learned focus.He closed his eyes, placed a hand to his chest, and breathed deep. He opened his inner sight, aligning himself with the current that flowed between
Chapter 28: The Wide-City Threat
A loud thunder across the battlefield.It started low, like a distant storm, but it grew, rising in pitch, and crawling under the skin of every gifted being present. The siphon glowed brighter with each passing second. Pulses of white light shot up its sides, blinking like a heartbeat, as if the machine had come alive.Marcus clenched his fists. His divine senses were screaming now, not just from the tower, but from the entire city around them.Something was being taken.“Marcus…” Alessandro turned sharply. “It’s started.”The siphon released a deep, resonant pulse that echoed across the skyline. Then came the screams, at first they were distant, but the sound rose fast.Sophia, who’d just returned from guiding the last civilians to safety, stared up at the tower with pale, stricken eyes. “It’s already draining them. Every single one of them”Marcus’s vision blurred for a moment as he tapped into the divine current around him. What he felt made his breath catch.Hospitals.Schools.Ap
Chapter 27: The Alliance of the Divine
Marcus stared at the figure stepping out of the smoke. For a second, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.“Alessandro?” he breathed. “What are you doing here?”Alessandro Romano walked calmly toward him, his long coat billowing behind him. His expression was serious, but there was a spark of warmth in his eyes as he glanced at Marcus.“You saved my life twice. I owe you a debt,” he said. “I’m here to repay it, just a portion of it.”Behind him, warriors of every kind were stepping out of the transports. Some wore robes marked with old symbols. Others carried staffs, blades, or weapons glowing with sacred energy. Their presence lit up the battlefield like a rising sun at dawn. Marcus saw monks from faraway monasteries, European spellcasters in deep blue cloaks, and African shamans wrapped in colors of the earth and sky. Each one radiated real divine energy, not the twisted and dark kind the Syndicate used.“We are the Alliance of the Divine,” Alessandro said, lifting his voice so t
Chapter 26: The Collector’s Arrival
The masked figure didn’t speak.He stood perfectly still with arm raised the same way a conductor might before the first note of a symphony but there was no music, only silence so thick it felt like the world had forgotten how to breathe.Then the helmet hissed.Panels slid open with an eerie mechanical sound, and the mask peeled back, revealing a face that didn’t belong to any one time. His features were ageless, his skin too smooth and too flawless. His eyes were black, bottomless and ancient, layered with memories that no single lifetime could hold. His hair was silver but not from age, it shone like mercury, alive with some internal pulse.And when he smiled, Marcus felt it in his bones.“You’ve grown, Marcus,” the Collector said, voice rich and cold, like velvet laced with poison. “More than I expected. I must thank you. All of this has gone precisely as I hoped.”Marcus stepped forward, fists clenched. “You planned this?” He asked with divine understanding.“Every piece,” the Co
Chapter 25: The Kill Switch Dilemma
A siren sounded from deep inside Harold’s chest, it pulsed like a countdown to death and red light surged through the cracks in his metal torso but Marcus didn’t run.He dropped to his knees beside his father, hands glowing with divine energy, and pressed his palm over the blazing core. The metal under his hand vibrated with power on the verge of rupture. “I’ve got you,” he whispered through clenched teeth, voice hoarse with emotion.Isabella stumbled toward him, hand outstretched. “Marcus, no—”“Get back!” he barked, twisting to shield her with his body. “I can’t let him die.”The red light shone brighter. It burned through the gaps in Harold’s armor like veins of molten lava but Marcus held his ground. He closed his eyes, tuning out the siren, the smoke, and the scent of burning metal. He went still.And then, he reached.His consciousness rippled, then shifted. The world around him dissolved and with a jolt, Marcus was no longer in the train station. He was inside Harold.The space
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