LOGINGwen broke away in a burst of speed and shot out of Javonbury. She heard Queenie behind her, saying, "Step back into this city again, and you die."Her expression stiffened. She had planned to mask her aura and secretly investigate the one carrying that half-breed bloodline. Her instincts told her Queenie was protecting something. But for now, she didn't dare push further."Where the hell is that half-breed?" Gwen muttered with a frown.If she failed this mission, she'd be reprimanded and lose her mentor's trust."Wherever you are, I'll find you," she said coldly. "And when I do, I'll grind your bones to dust. A half-breed of the Drake family like you isn't meant to exist."Once Queenie confirmed Gwen had left Javonbury, she contacted Ashton."Ms. Nolan, what's up?" Ashton asked, caught off guard as he made his way to the Skybound Club in Linton Island. He hadn't expected her to call at a time like this."Are you from the Drake family?" she asked bluntly."What?" His chest ti
Queenie sensed the searing energy and immediately thought of Ashton. She recalled how, in his moments of madness and fury, Ashton had emitted an energy strikingly similar to Gwen's current bloodline energy, though Ashton's felt more suppressed and frightening.She thought to herself, "Is Ashton actually from the Drake family? It makes sense now why Lawrence was so intent on having him lead the Legion."Queenie's mind raced as she processed the connection. She found one aspect especially perplexing, though. Ashton's bloodline energy was far more powerful. She knew that Gwen was a recognized descendant of the Drake family, so her bloodline energy should have been far stronger than Ashton's."M-Ms. Nolan…" Gwen spoke up, noticing that Queenie had drifted off into thought."I haven't seen anyone like that," Queenie stated flatly after snapping back to her senses. She glared at Gwen and added indifferently, "You won't find someone like that in Javonbury. You're not welcome here, so
Irene stated solemnly, "Your father had made it clear that if he were ever gone, you should never try to track him down, Ash. You should stop investigating any further. Your father will return if he's able to."Ashton had never seen Irene so terrified before. He knew very well that she knew more than she was letting on and didn't want him crossing the Drake family. He remembered Lawrence's warning—if the Drakes discovered any impure bloodline living among the public, they would treat them as stains to be wiped out. They would go as far as killing off entire branches of a family to prevent that half-breed bloodline from spreading.Ashton felt a sudden sense of dread at that thought."I know you've always been bitter about your father leaving, but you have to believe that he had his reasons. I'm begging you, Ash—please stop looking into your father's past," Irene said, sounding increasingly distressed."I hear you, Mom. I won't do any more investigating into Dad," Ashton said, givi
Irene made every effort to set Ashton and Miranda up, wanting him to move past his failed marriage and start over."I'll try my best, Mom," Ashton said, his curiosity suddenly piquing. "Do you know anything about Miranda's background or who she really is, Mom?"Irene nodded, replying, "Miranda is Juniper Lancaster's daughter. Juniper used to carry you around when you were just a baby.""Juniper?" Ashton recalled a charming woman from his past. "How about Miranda's father, then?"Irene asked with a chuckle, "You're already checking up on her family, huh? Her father, Aaron Sterling, is quite famous. He's apparently in charge of a few different companies, though I'm not sure exactly what kind of business he's in."Ashton nodded slightly, knowing that his information had been spot on. Miranda's father was indeed Aaron, one of the three major powers in Linton Island's criminal underworld. He shifted the topic, asking, "How have you been doing recently, Mom?""I'm fine, though I do m
Miranda was well aware of her family's standing. She knew her mother was being delusional, as there was no way she could ever marry an ordinary man. She figured that once Ashton witnessed the raw violence of the Linton Island Tournament and realized the kind of world she lived in, he would quit on his own.That way, she could avoid offending Irene or disobeying her mother—a win-win situation."I'll see you tonight, then," Ashton said, a surge of desire burning in his eyes. His mindset shifted, and the Drakeborne lineage awakened further. The profound nature of the Drakell technique kept his desire on a continuous upward climb."She's truly an impressive woman with an excellent constitution!" Lord Ashdrake's eerie voice suddenly echoed from deep within his soul.Ashton was momentarily shaken but intentionally ignored the voice."Do you not realize that once you step into the divine realm, if you can't acquire the spiritual energy of an extreme Lunar physique and maintain cosmic
Ashton locked eyes with the woman before him, each lost in their own thoughts.He was slightly stunned, wondering about the blind date Irene had supposedly set up. He fought to restrain the Drakell technique surging toward the chosen maiden and reined in his aggressive energy. He asked, "And who might you be?" "I'm Miranda Sterling," Miranda replied. She tilted her head slightly and gave Ashton another look, murmuring under her breath, "He's actually quite good-looking…""You're finally back, Ash!"It was then that Irene's familiar voice rang out as she hurried outside. She froze when she caught sight of him, her eyes glistening with tears. She could see the profound exhaustion and the storm of emotions in Ashton's gaze—a sense of weariness typically reserved for those who have endured significant trials.Irene held Ashton in a gentle embrace, her voice still as gentle as ever as she said, "I've cooked something good for you, Ash. If you've had enough of everything, come ba
"H-How are you still alive?" Clay swallowed hard as he stared at Ashton's cold, emotionless face. Then, he gradually became terrified.Clay had fought his way through countless battles to get to where he was today. Yet none of his past opponents had ever unsettled or terrified him as Ashton did.F
The rain stung Clay's wounds, flooding his senses with agonizing pain.He looked absolutely miserable. His white attire had long since been ripped to shreds, while his hair was disheveled. Gritting his teeth, he struggled with all his remaining strength to get up, only for Ashton to kick him back d
The impact boomed like thunder, shaking Apex Arena to its foundations. Shockwaves tore across the platform, with wild currents of energy rippling in every direction.At that instant, a web of fractures spidered across Ashton's black barrier. Through the gaps, razor-edged sword energy forced its way
Clay knew that in this world, the law of conservation applied to all forces. Strength couldn't come from nowhere."After this, you'll become a cripple. But don't worry. I will ensure that you live out the rest of your life comfortably. Now get back to the fight. Bring Ashton's head to the Dominion







