2025-11-17 15:01:01In the hallway of Corholt General Hospital, a sixteen-year-old girl knelt before a middle-aged doctor in a white coat. Tears streamed down her face, her voice trembling with desperation.
"Doctor Wilson, I'm begging you... please save my mother," Lily Ashford pleaded, her voice hoarse. Her hands clutched the hem of the doctor's coat. "I promise I'll pay all the medical expenses. I'll work hard, even if it takes years. Please, don't let my mother die..." Doctor Wilson stared at her with cold eyes, then roughly pulled his coat from Lily's grip. "Enough!" he snapped. "It's pointless spending any amount of money—your mother won't survive. Even surgery would be useless!" Lily staggered back, her face pale. "But—" "I'm the best cardiac specialist in this hospital," Doctor Wilson cut her off with an arrogant tone. "Just from one examination, I already know her condition. End-stage dilated cardiomyopathy. Her left ventricle is swollen to twice its normal size, ejection fraction below 20 percent. Her heart can't even pump enough blood to her vital organs. Her kidney function is already declining, fluid is accumulating in her lungs, and her ventricular arrhythmia is increasingly out of control." He looked at Lily with a condescending gaze. "Simply put, your mother's heart is chronically damaged beyond hope. Even a heart transplant wouldn't arrive in time. She'll die within hours." Lily felt the world around her collapse. Her legs went weak, her body trembling. Just hours ago, they were preparing the party meal together. Her mother was still smiling despite her pale face. And now... "No... that can't be..." she murmured softly, tears streaming down again. Just then, footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. A twenty-six-year-old man walked closer. His appearance was simple—wrinkled long-sleeved shirt, worn jeans, and an old bag on his back. But there was something about his aura. His eyes were sharp, his steps firm, and his face was filled with deep seriousness. He stopped right beside Lily. "I can cure her," he said in a calm but firm voice. Doctor Wilson turned, eyes narrowing. He looked Lein up and down with a contemptuous gaze. "What did you say?!" Lein stared directly into his eyes without blinking. "I said, I can cure her." Doctor Wilson's face reddened. His anger exploded. "Where did this punk come from?!" he yelled at a nearby nurse. "Throw him out! This isn't a place where he can just waltz in!" He turned back to Lein with pure contempt. "If I say a patient can't be saved, then that's a fact! And then some stray dog playing hero dares to doubt me?!" Doctor Wilson glanced at Lein's shabby appearance and snorted loudly. "You must be just some cheap quack!" Lily, still sitting on the floor, furrowed her brow. There was something familiar about this man. His face... his voice... but she couldn't remember. Lein bent down and gently stroked Lily's hair with a hand full of warmth. "Don't worry," he said softly. "I will definitely save Mom." Lily's eyes widened instantly. Her heart pounded hard. Mom? He said Mom? Did that mean this man was... her brother? Was he... still alive?! Before Lily could speak, Lein had already stood up and walked toward the door of the treatment room. "I'm going in now," he said coldly. "There's no more time." "Hey! How dare you—" Doctor Wilson reached for Lein's shoulder, intending to forcibly drag him out. But before his hand made contact, Lein quickly caught his wrist—like a snake striking its prey. Lein's grip was strong. Doctor Wilson grimaced in pain, his face turning pale. Lein stared at him with a piercing cold gaze. "My mother is dying. You even said she can no longer be saved. So when someone finally can, it hurts your pride so much that you try to stop them?" His grip slowly tightened. Doctor Wilson grimaced even harder. "When you don't know something, it doesn't mean everyone else doesn't know," Lein continued with a sharp, cutting tone. "You're the most despicable doctor I've ever met." "I-I understand! Let go!" Doctor Wilson shrieked, almost crying. Lein released him roughly, then entered the room without looking back. Doctor Wilson rubbed his reddened wrist, his face flushed with shame and anger. "If anything happens to the patient, I won't be responsible!" he yelled from behind. Lein ignored him completely. --- As soon as the door closed, Lein's cold expression softened. He walked slowly toward the hospital bed in the middle of the room. There, a middle-aged woman lay weakly. Her face was pale, her lips bluish, and her body was covered in monitor cables. Her heartbeat was irregular. This woman was his mother. The woman who gave birth to him, raised him, and suffered from betrayal she never imagined. Lein's chest tightened. His eyes grew hot. He approached, then knelt beside the bed. His rough hands—hands that had once held weapons and spilled blood—now trembled as they touched his mother's cold hand. "You don't need to worry anymore, Mom," he whispered softly, his voice shaking. "I'm home now. And from now on, everything will be okay. No one will ever treat our family badly again!" He took a deep breath, then pulled out a small box from his bag. Inside were dozens of gleaming silver acupuncture needles. His hands moved quickly and precisely. One by one, the needles were inserted into specific points on his mother's body. Neiguan, at the left wrist—to calm the heart. Shenmen, at the wrist crease—to stabilize heart rhythm. Juque, at the center of the chest—to smooth the flow of vital energy to the heart. Shanzhong, right in the middle of the chest—to open the blocked heart meridian. His movements were skillful, like a dancer performing a perfect choreography. No hesitation. No mistakes. Outside the room, Doctor Wilson stood with one hand still rubbing his aching wrist. His face was full of contempt. "Acupuncture?" he muttered cynically. "Does he think that has any effect on the heart? Like I said, he really is just a cheap quack!" Several other doctors began gathering, intrigued by the commotion. They peeked through the small window in the door. "He's using acupuncture needles?" a young doctor muttered in disbelief. "Does he think this is ancient times?!" a female doctor chuckled. "End-stage cardiomyopathy can't be cured by poking needles," another doctor added, shaking his head. But one minute later... Beep... beep... beep... The heart monitor, which had been irregular before, suddenly showed a stable graph. Her heartbeat returned to normal. Her blood pressure rose slowly. Her oxygen saturation increased. All the doctors fell silent. Their mouths hung open. Their eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible..." Doctor Wilson murmured, his face as white as a pillowcase.
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His expression had already changed before the door finished moving, shifting from an expression that revealed nothing into something that could not be completely concealed, even by someone as skilled at hiding almost everything as he was—the happiness of someone who had just seen the end of something long and arduous finally within his grasp.His right hand moved naturally, without any instruction from his mind, toward his waist.Making sure once again that the knife was still there.It was.“Come in quickly.” His voice was low, not a whisper, but far quieter than his usual volume. “Make sure no one sees you.”The Silent Reaper did not move.Bravan frowned.One second, two, and the silhouette before him was still standing in the same position, not turning around, not responding, in a manner unlike someone who had just finished carrying out a mission and returned to report its completion.“Damn it.” His voice dropped even lower, but something within it was different from the calmness t
Chapter 344
Lein stared at the corpse lying on the corridor floor.Nothing had changed in his expression from the way he had looked at the empty corridor before. Not because he was trying to maintain a particular expression, but because there was nothing to maintain. A corpse was the result of a decision, and the decision had already been made, and there was nothing left from it that needed to be kept within any expression.This woman had chosen a long road before reaching its end here.It was not his place to mourn her.Lein shifted his gaze toward King Vaelthorn’s chamber door.Behind the thick wood, the sound of steady breathing continued. Nothing had changed. The sleeping king had heard nothing of what had just happened outside his chamber because nothing had been loud enough to reach his ears.Lein stared at the door for several seconds.Inside his mind, something was being put together. Not a lengthy plan, but something simpler than that, a single step that, when viewed from the right angle
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Her hand trembled against the floor.She raised her gaze toward Lein standing before her, and within her, something that had not existed for a very long time found its place for the first time.Fear.Not a small fear. Not something that could be suppressed through sheer stubbornness or by reminding herself of how much she had already endured.This was fear that came from the deepest part of her, from the most primitive part of herself that still understood the difference between something that could be fought and something that could not.This man had defeated her without showing even the slightest expression that indicated he had exerted any effort. One finger to stop her sword. One flick to break a blade that had long surpassed the limits of ordinary iron. One punch to make the entire foundation of her abilities collapse.And the way he stood now had not changed from the way he had stood at the beginning, as though what had just happened was not significant enough to alter the way h
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The Silent Reaper did not answer.Her hand moved.The sword was drawn from the sheath on her back in a single, highly trained motion, so practiced that there was no sound of metal scraping against the sheath, no pause between drawing and attacking—the two movements were one and the same.Her body spun, her shoulder leading as the sword followed in a horizontal arc aimed not at his body, but at his neck, a point she had already identified from sound alone. In the darkness of this corridor, with the man’s presence emitting nothing at all, sound was the only reference she could use.It was fast.Faster than most Sky Realm cultivators Lein had ever faced.And incredibly silent.Yet Lein merely raised one finger to deal with the attack.His index finger was positioned directly in the path of the incoming blade, as if he had already read where the sword would end up before its swing had even reached halfway.The sword met his finger.And stopped.It did not slow down. It did not struggle ag
Chapter 341
Some time earlier.In Lyris’s territory within the Royal Palace of Vaelthorn, there was an ancient tree standing in the corner of the garden, its trunk larger than the others, with branches that had grown in directions no one had ever planned, yet somehow produced an incredibly dense canopy.On one of its highest branches, Lein sat cross-legged.His eyes were closed. His back was straight. Both palms rested on his knees in the manner of someone so accustomed to this position that his body no longer needed to think about adjusting itself into the proper posture.In Xollos, the spiritual energy flowing through the air possessed an extraordinary density.Because of that, not even a single day could be wasted without absorbing as much of it as possible.Sleep could be postponed, even ignored.Progress, however? Never.The night in Vaelthorn passed in much the same way as the nights before. A wind that was not particularly strong, the sound of crystals mounted on the outer pillars shifting
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The Silent Reaper did not move for two seconds.“Six thousand men.”It was not a question. It was more like someone repeating a number to verify that what she had heard was indeed what had been said.“That’s impossible.” There was no longer any trace of a smile in her voice. “You must be boasting.”“Enough.” Bravan took over before the conversation could continue in an unproductive direction. “There’s no need to discuss that any further. The point is, move quickly, don’t attract anyone’s attention, and finish the job efficiently.” His eyes remained fixed on the woman. “That is why we are paying you.”The Silent Reaper stared at him for a second.Then she nodded.“Understood.”Inside her mind, the number six thousand was still there, circling in a place that could not be cleared away with a simple nod.Impossible.No cultivator could defeat six thousand people alone unless they had already reached the God Realm, and throughout all of Xollos, only one name had ever reached that point. V
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