Vengeance of The Reborn Heir

The First Ripple of Fate

Calista’s eyes lowered, her lips pressed tight, as if under immense pressure, yet she said nothing.

The crowd erupted with sharper whispers.

“What the hell! Can someone really be this shameless? Saying she doesn’t want him, doesn’t want his family, even forcing him to swear a deathly oath… but still clutching his gifts like they’re hers?”

“Ha! Clearly she wants the perks but not the responsibility, and acts like she’s the one wronged.”

“What a farce. And that Cross guy… why’s he even sticking his nose into the business of an ex-fiancée? Ronan clearly couldn’t care less about him.”

Their ridicule cut through Calista like a blade.

Her porcelain cheeks flushed crimson.

Her hands trembled.

Fucking Ronan!

What was wrong with her keeping those gifts?

Why shouldn’t she have them?

Why was everyone blaming her?

She knew he was bitter because she rejected him.

He just wanted her to return everything to humiliate her.

How cruel!

With a sharp growl, she ripped the violet-gold bracelet from her wrist, snatched the dagger box from her arm, and hurled both toward Ronan.

“Fine!” she spat angrily, her eyes wet. “Take them! Happy now?!”

Lucien reached out to stop her, but it was too late.

Ronan caught both items in one fluid motion, his stance firm, expression unshaken.

His voice was cool, composed.

“Much appreciated. Now, feel free to leave.”

“And tell your father to have the documents and items ready. Every line. Every clause. Every piece. I’ll be at House Sable at nine sharp tomorrow. Not a minute late.”

Calista’s eyes nearly brimmed with tears at Ronan’s pointed, subtle mockery.

“Lucien, let’s go.”

With a sharp huff, she grabbed Lucien’s arm to leave.

Lucien glanced back at the box in Ronan’s hand, his expression tightening as if something precious of his had been stolen.

Calista seemed to noticed.

She whispered tightly, “Father will get you another weapon. One just as good.”

Lucien’s face darkened at her words, as if his real purpose had been exposed to the public, and he hastily tugged her away.

Behind them, whispers rippled through the plaza like a rising tide.

“Damn... no wonder she didn’t want to give it back. So that dagger was meant for that Lucien all along?”

“Does this mean the rumors were true—her and Lucien…?”

“I bet that the rumors were right! After all, she was going to give her ex-fiancé’s gift to her new man, wasn’t she?”

“They really thought Ronan Crowne was a portable gold mine, huh?”

“No wonder that Lucien guy stepped in to stand up for her. He knew the dagger was meant for him all along. Ugh, shameless!”

Amid the onlookers’ jeers, Calista and Lucien’s retreat looked somewhat clumsy.

Meanwhile, Ronan smirked, letting the crowd’s scorn trail them.

“This is just the beginning,” he murmured to himself. “Tomorrow, when the engagement is officially over, that’s when you two and the Sables will truly suffer.”

Just then, a distant yet light, cheerful voice echoed in Ronan’s mind.

[Congratulations, Sovereign Candidate Ronan, on taking the first step toward changing your original fate.]

[First Reward Granted.]

Ronan couldn’t help but smile genuinely for the first time since his rebirth.

He had done it, taken his first step down a path different from the one that led to ruin.

And the world... was watching.

In his previous life, he had never reclaimed the violet-gold bracelet or the B-rank extraordinary energy weapon.

As a result, both items had ultimately ended up in the hands of Lucien Cross.

With that weapon, coveted even by Rank 7 Grandmasters, Lucien had effortlessly defeated all his opponents, and dazzled the instructors during the final evaluations at the Royal Martial Academy.

He had soared from being a mid-tier candidate to claiming the number one rank.

That extraordinary performance had even caught the eye of a Rank 8 Golden Master, who had promptly accepted him as a personal disciple.

But now? Everything had changed.

This time, Ronan had seized back what was rightfully his.

By reclaiming both the bracelet and the B-rank weapon, he had effectively stripped Lucien of the advantage that had once catapulted him into the spotlight.

Without that weapon, Lucien wouldn’t stand out nearly as much.

The wheels of fate had shifted.

And for that, the heavens had granted him a reward.

Before Ronan could dwell further on the implications, a cold sensation pulsed from the tattoo of the Crowne sigil etched into his chest.

Instantly, he saw it.

The dimensional vault unfolded within his perception, and inside, three radiant items floated in suspension, awaiting his claim.

The first was a shimmering sigil—an Upgrade Token of Reality-Level Rank.

The second, a golden scroll inscribed with flowing script—the Secret Manual of Golden Transformation.

And the third… one hundred pounds of pure, condensed Tier-9 Energy Essence.

Each ounce gleamed with unfathomable power, denser and richer than anything he had ever cultivated with before.

Ronan’s breath caught.

The Secret Manual of Golden Transformation—he had only ever heard of techniques like this in ancient legends.

A cultivation art likely tailored for those nearing the peak of Rank 8.

And since it had been granted directly by the Will of the World, its quality was guaranteed to be beyond elite, possibly even divine.

As for the Tier-9 Energy Essence, Ronan’s previous self had only glimpsed it from afar.

It was the pinnacle of cultivation resources, treasured by Golden Masters on the verge of breakthroughs.

Even House Crowne, with its vast vaults and ancient lineage, had possessed no more than a dozen pounds at any given time.

Now, he had one hundred!

The realization hit him like a tidal wave.

This was no mere second chance.

It was ascension.

And he had only just begun.