His words brought tears to all our eyes. The tears blurred my vision, and I could barely breathe. I heard my mother sobbing nearby, her voice filled with anguish, “My poor child…” My father held her tightly, trying to offer comfort.Maria slowly retrieved the Soul Lock Ring from her waist, a silver ring adorned with ancient runes. Seeing her movement, I immediately tried to intervene, but Harry grabbed me firmly. I turned to him, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he shook his head resolutely, signaling me to stay calm.Maria approached Neil, her voice gentle and sorrowful. “Kid, we must meet again in the next life. I hope that, then, I can be your mother.” Taking a deep breath, she began to activate the Soul Lock Ring. The ring emitted a blinding white light, swiftly encircling both Neil and the malevolent spirit. The spirit roared in fury, its cries sharp and piercing as it struggled against the binding force.In that chaotic moment, Neil seemed to regain a fleeting clarity. His gaze
Yolanda’s body finally crumpled to the ground, lifeless and devoid of vitality. Her death came swiftly, so fast that she barely had time to utter a final cry. The air was thick with a profound silence, as if even the wind had come to a standstill. Everyone fell into a heavy silence, gazing at her lifeless form, as though reflecting on the chaos and suffering she had wrought. Her death marked the end of a chapter, a grim resolution to the torment she had caused.The silence stretched on until Lisa finally spoke. Her voice cut through the stillness like a blade: “I want to resurrect Neil.” Her words were sharp and unyielding, slicing through the heavy quiet with an icy resolve. Her eyes were resolute, betraying no hint of doubt.The declaration hit like a thunderclap, jolting both me and Ethan out of our reverie. We turned to each other simultaneously, our faces mirroring the same shock and unease. Resurrection? Was she truly intending to take this perilous path? I could see Ethan's bro
As I was lost in these thoughts, Ethan entered the room, his eyes reflecting a hint of concern. Noticing my deep contemplation, he seemed intent on breaking the silence. I had intended to discuss Maria's warnings with him, but instead, he fell back into his familiar butler mode."Master Ryan, are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with a note of worry. The formality of his address struck me as both foreign and awkward. Ethan’s tone carried an undercurrent of anxiety, yet it also betrayed his inner conflict and guilt.I looked at Ethan, unable to suppress my question. "Ethan, by calling me ‘Master Ryan,’ are you blaming me too?" My voice carried a hint of resignation and pain, as I sought to gauge his true feelings from his expression and words. Ethan’s silence and the slight droop of his eyes seemed to reflect his inner turmoil. He didn’t deny it, but neither did he offer a direct response.Ethan's voice was tinged with a hint of choked emotion as he said, “I became too absorbed
In the darkness of the cargo compartment, Ethan had meticulously prepared all the necessary items for the ritual. The air was thick with palpable anxiety, as if every passing moment was a relentless test of our resolve. I carefully poured the blood into the chalice, my hands trembling slightly—whether from nerves or exhaustion, I couldn’t tell. The blood shimmered with a mysterious glow under the dim light, casting an ominous prelude to the life-or-death decision that lay ahead.Ethan stood beside me, his voice low and solemn. “Master, this is the third time we are going to resurrect him. Are you sure we should continue?” His eyes were filled with worry and confusion, clearly troubled by the lingering concerns about the depletion of my werewolf powers. Although this issue weighed heavily on his mind, my own focus remained firmly on the imperative of Neil’s revival.I looked into Ethan's eyes, sensing his deep concern for me. Despite the heavy weight of anxiety and uncertainty that fil
"Do you think that if you continue living this way, burdened by guilt and sorrow, the next Neil would be happy? Would he be content?" Ethan's question made me pause and reflect. I realized that if I persisted in this state of endless self-reproach, my negative emotions could affect any future chance at renewal or happiness.I fell silent, unable to answer Ethan's question. The pain and tangled emotions in my heart intertwined, leaving me without a path to choose."I am someone just like you, who has spent time with three different Neils. I remember each of his innocent smiles, every sincere glance, and the kindness in his heart. I believe he wouldn’t want to be with someone who appears to treat him well on the surface but is filled with guilt inside. He deserves a partner who loves him wholeheartedly, one hundred percent, without any trace of negative emotions. Don’t you want to give the next, and the last, Neil the happiest and most joyful life?" Ethan's words were filled with deep e
Then Peter suddenly became serious, with a touch of playful mystery, and began sharing an interesting story from recent events. "You know," he said, "I recently had something quite amusing happen. A kid, probably around twenty, suddenly appeared in front of me, trying to assassinate me." His tone was light, as if he were recounting a joke.Harry was taken aback for a moment, then asked with curiosity, “And then? Did you just let him go? Is that even possible?”I shook my head with a smile and said, “Not a chance. Our Peter Black isn’t exactly a philanthropist.”Peter rolled his eyes and retorted, “I’m not a philanthropist, but I’m not the kind of person you’re imagining either, okay?” His expression was serious, though his tone carried a hint of resignation.I continued to play dumb, “What are we talking about?”Harry chimed in with a tease, “Yeah, someone must be feeling guilty and letting their imagination run wild.”Peter looked at us with exasperation, “You two can stop pretending
How could this happen? Was it possible that, just like last time, Peter had encountered my Neil even earlier? And had they, in fact, been intimate? A wave of indescribable anger and jealousy surged within me, a storm of emotions that seemed ready to tear me apart. I stared at the photo, my gaze fixed and intense, as if I could will Neil awake from his sleep to confront him and demand to know what had transpired.Desperately, I zoomed in on the photo, trying to scrutinize every detail, hoping to find evidence that this sleeping figure was not my Neil. I wanted to convince myself that I had made a mistake, that the face I recognized and the heartache it brought were illusions. But no matter how I tried to deny it, the familiar features and that heartbreaking familiarity were undeniable, leaving me in a state of raw anguish.Harry’s message interrupted my thoughts: “Peter, you’ve got good taste this time.” His tone was laced with mockery, like a sharp blade piercing my chest. I instincti
After spending several hours, I finally finished reviewing all the information Ethan had sent me. The background, experiences, behavior, and family details of the twins, Nicholas and Nelson, were laid out in front of me in meticulous detail. Ethan's analysis made perfect sense—there was nothing in their story that remotely resembled Neil's, not even their demeanor. Nicholas came across as overly composed and ruthless, while Nelson, though younger, was alarmingly volatile and combative. This starkly contrasted with Neil’s innocence and kindness. As I pondered these differences, a slight sense of relief washed over me, but deep down, my lingering doubts remained unresolved.In order to gather more information, I decided to have my assistant, Rizo, look into the Yimo family. After all, this situation involved the business realm, and Rizo's expertise in that area made him a far better fit than Ethan. Besides, Rizo was on my payroll, so I wouldn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about reachi