Both cholera and plague were devastating, infectious diseases with the potential to be fatal. Cholera first emerged in the Durin subcontinent, particularly around the Galiath Delta. Local customs, including the practice of disposing of corpses in the river, had also contributed to the outbreak. At the time, Solandria countries lacked the medical knowledge needed to control pandemics. The simultaneous emergence of smallpox and plague left people powerless to defend themselves.It was common for plagues to follow disasters. Still, thanks to current medical advancements, many known diseases could now be contained—unless the virus had an unknown origin, complicating efforts to control it.Aria had her suspicions. Lily had mentioned the pandemic, the resulting economic decline, and how the Wagner family had profited immensely.Her intuition told her the Wagner family was behind the outbreak. She didn't believe they were acting alone; the true masterminds were likely overseas.But thes
"Scholarship program?" Aria asked as her eyes lit up for a moment. Anyone who knew her would realize she had just figured something out, though a few small pieces of the puzzle were still missing. Lily didn't catch on and thought Aria was confused, just like she was. "I have no idea how Orion Draycott used this scholarship thing to become the Chamber of Commerce president. "It should only boost his image instead of doubling his profits. Besides, there are so many billionaires in the Chamber, including elite families like the Grishams. "Even if the Grishams fell from grace, someone else should've stepped up. But somehow the Draycott family has been running the show in Ludwiten these past few years. That's exactly the ending I saw in my past life." Lily resented Orion right now. After all, he had nearly beaten her to death with everyone watching. She was now in a miserable state and was hated by everyone. Though part of that was Aria's doing, Orion had certainly contributed m
Miguel pushed his glasses up and looked at Eden. "All the applicants are either left-behind children or raised by grandparents, so everyone's starting from the same place. "Since this money comes from the scholarship program, the situation depends on your own efforts." Eden was confused. "What do you mean, Mr. Sonder? Should I provide additional documentation?" Miguel laughed when he heard her words. "Eden, I've told you before—the paperwork isn't the main concern. What matters is whether students like you would follow instructions. "For example, when I asked you to meet with the executives from the scholarship committee last time, you refused. That's not acceptable, right?" Furrowing her brows, she fidgeted with her clothes nervously. She was clearly uncomfortable and afraid of what Miguel was suggesting. But Miguel acted as if he hadn't noticed her discomfort. He even walked behind her and patted her back. He didn't look like an educator at all, nor did he resemble the ge
With the help of scholarships, plenty of students had managed to finish school overseas and land jobs at big companies. Eden hoped that once she grew up, she could take care of her grandparents. After all, her grandfather needed medicine year-round and was still trying to cover her school costs. She figured if she could start making money, her grandfather wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. The kinder the child, the less they would understand how cruel people could be. At the same time, Aria didn't leave the villa after meeting with Lily. She needed to get ahead of the information Lily had shared. After Lily was taken away, Simon, who hadn't said a word until now, spoke up, "Boss, we can't let this epidemic happen. I'll check customs again and look at everyone and everything that's come into the country lately." Simon's gift was his incredible memory. In any crowd, he could pick someone out after just one glance. Hearing his words, Aria looked up. "Customs is a dead end.
Between the epidemic, the Draycott scholarship program, and Priscilla's medispa, there had to be a connection Aria and her team hadn't found yet. Perhaps Aria needed to pay Priscilla another visit and check out her clinic. Just as she was thinking this, she heard a soft drip. It was like water hitting something in the distance. Everyone in the Special Missions Unit exchanged glances, looking toward the deepest part of the villa. It was completely dark back there, the kind of place that needed flashlights. Oddly, this corner of the villa got absolutely no light. The columns blocked everything perfectly, which probably kept the area in darkness at all times. Even stranger, not a single lamp had been installed. It wasn't something homeowners would normally do. Without a word, Aria turned on her phone's flashlight and headed in. The others followed, and they immediately felt a chill as they crossed the threshold. The place felt unnaturally damp and cold. When the others tried to
"Are we here?" Aria asked as she raised an eyebrow. Nyx immediately bounced up beside her. "Yes! We're here!" Then, it suddenly stopped. "Wait a second, my lord! Don't look yet!" Aria caught something in its tone. "What is it? Are there more paintings? Is the manifestation not over yet?" "There are no more paintings. It's just something else." Nyx's gaze fell to the ground, hesitating. "Maybe you should prepare yourself first." Aria didn't hesitate. She pulled the silk scarf from her eyes and looked down at her feet. Nyx was ready to act—if Aria showed even a hint of fear, it'd toss whatever this thing was into the nearby pool. While arcane seekers might not fear spirits like him, seeing the dead in this state might be too much even for them. But Aria merely narrowed her eyes as she crouched down quickly. Using the scarf to protect her hand, she turned the body over. She knew this man too well. With a head full of white hair, he was over a hundred years old and had age
Suddenly, Aria looked up at the bas-reliefs. Some sources did mention that The Serpent's Succession ritual required a specific manifestation. Many thought soul transfer was easy, but that was not true. The human body had three internal flames; as long as these burned, spirits would find it nearly impossible to possess someone. Random possession wasn't possible unless there was a blood connection or, in Philip's rare case, an unusually receptive negative constitution suited for arcane practice. Based on the person's methods from the manifestation, they definitely found a compatible body and used The Serpent's Succession ritual to transfer themselves. This blood was the key. Aria's eyes darkened. This wasn't ordinary blood. Blood from the living differed completely from blood of the dead—and this was from the living. The source was impossible to trace now. After all, this place had been abandoned. Whoever did this wasn't here anymore, and the low temperature would cause profess
The driver had been taking his time to drive before he got the call. But as soon as the student stepped out, she watched in amazement as he suddenly floored it, showing off driving skills smoother than a professional racer's. The car moved so fast that it kicked up wind, leaving her no time to process what had just happened. The cab driver was Stormhowl, the tracking specialist from the Special Missions Unit. His codename sounded like something from a video game and didn't match him at all. Nobody would have thought this ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a goofy smile and thick accent was someone feared by international spies. "Boss, what do you need me to dig up?" Stormhowl walked in with a cigarette between his lips, his smile growing even warmer when he saw Aria. Everyone knew that while the Special Missions Unit members didn't always see eye to eye, 001 was someone they all looked up to. This included Stormhowl, regardless of the age gap. "I'll cut to the chase. An
Chaos erupted at the auction. For all their pride and arrogance, the wealthy clients' expressions had twisted into pure panic the moment something went wrong.So, their first reaction was to seek a staff member."The power's unstable!" Dave spoke into the microphone, trying to project calm. "Everyone, stay calm. There's scheduled maintenance in town—it's just affecting the electricity. Nothing's wrong."He genuinely believed that. It was what he'd been told.But Aria knew better. The blackout wasn't random. It was a signal. Sam had tracked down the source of the call. With the exits sealed off, Aria had everything she needed to act.A faint smirk curled on her lips. Without hesitation, she grabbed Landon and swiftly took Aliya hostage. Her movements were sharp, practiced, so fast that no one around her even had time to react.Then came the needles.Aria flicked her wrist, sending a series of acupuncture needles flying. The rich guests closest to her froze in place, locked in stu
Tony's accusation stirred a ripple through the room, and it didn't escape Dave's attention. With a subtle flick of his wrist, he signaled to someone nearby.Aria caught the movement. Her fingers tensed, ready to slip free of the rope she had already loosened. But before she could act, she heard a smooth, composed voice glide through the air."I need her to boost my luck," the man said coolly. "I've done my research. She's the ideal bride for someone like me."Dave stopped in his tracks, and it seemed like he was telling someone else to verify what Landon had said."Sir, it checks out," one of the staff murmured after a brief consultation. "Mr. Crow's fate is complicated. The master said only a spiritual match could extend his life. Otherwise, he won't make it past his next birthday."Dave let out a low chuckle, visibly relaxing. "Well then, Mr. Crow, it seems you've come to the right place. Please—carry on, everyone."Aria listened in stunned silence. Landon hadn't lied. His life
Aria couldn't tear her eyes away from Dave.He was still quietly speaking to the man on the screen, their exchange shrouded in secrecy. No one nearby could hear what they were saying—but Aria could guess. It had to be a deal of some sort, something about her. Everything about Dave's posture, the glint in his eyes, told her this wasn't just business. It was personal.She glanced up at the clock again, nerves coiling in her chest. Something was wrong. Sam was taking longer than usual. That wasn't like him.The auction was nearing its close. They couldn't miss the chance to strike. Sasha, glowing with excitement, clapped her hands and declared, "Six million! It looks like no one else is bidding—congratulations to our newest member, Mr. Tiger—""Ten million dollars."The voice sliced clean through the noise, calm, clear, and cold.Everyone turned toward it.A man stood at the edge of the crowd, dressed in a sleek tuxedo dusted with black feathers, his mask intricate and dark.T
Aria had once told Sam to avoid chaos if he could—but she'd also said that when desperation knocked, rules could bend.Now was one of those moments.Sam hesitated only briefly before diving in.He had to know who was behind this. Who kept targeting Aria? Who was pulling the strings in the dark? And once Sam decided on something, there was no turning back.Without Aria by his side, he breached the system, knowing full well the other side had already alerted the police.The firewall he faced wasn't just tough—it was nearly impenetrable. It filtered everything, controlling access with surgical precision. But Sam wasn't interested in the broader network. He narrowed his focus and cut straight to the source, filtering out all the noise to lock onto the actual IP.The auction raged on aboveground. The man behind the screen, confident in his usual routine, remained calm and unaware that the mask he'd worn for years was finally slipping. He'd always stayed out of sight, appearing only
While Aria discreetly signaled to move, the auction hall was buzzing with excitement. Laughter echoed, wine glasses clinked, and the room pulsed with greed.Sasha's voice came through the mic, smooth and cheerful. "While everyone's enjoying themselves, let's welcome our latest arrival of the evening."She glanced at the man beside her—her bodyguard—who immediately stiffened under her gaze.To the crowd, it looked like he was escorting Aria to the stage under control. In truth, Aria's hand was already pressed lightly against his chest, right over a poisoned pressure point. He knew better than to resist—he'd seen what she was capable of.And she'd made her warning crystal clear—if she was exposed or captured, he wouldn't live to see morning.The guests didn't notice a thing. All eyes were on Aria, their expressions hungry. They saw value in her—fresh, young, healthy. To them, she wasn't a person. She was premium merchandise.She was brought to stand beside a young woman who had alr
Eamon and Waymond had just been thrown out of the Chamber of Commerce. Waymond's face was flushed with fury, his eyes red. "Eamon, why didn't you let me speak earlier? Mr. Lincoln was being unreasonable!"Eamon, ever perceptive, shook his head. "Mr. Lincoln's been bribed. He was never going to take our side."Wise and strategic, Eamon had always been top of his class—but now, he was even sharper when it came to reading a room."I'm guessing Aria found something during her investigation that made them nervous," he continued. "Durand couldn't have controlled Lincoln on his own. There's more to it."Waymond frowned, still struggling to piece things together. "But who could bribe Mr. Lincoln? Not even the mayor has that kind of sway. He's—""What if it's someone from the state?" Eamon cut in, eyes flicking back toward the building. "We need to tell Dad. There's no point in staying here, but there is someone we can talk to.""Who?" Waymond asked quickly. "Lucas Murray—the new secr
Durand's expression darkened; Eamon was right. Amos and the official from the state had originally wanted to work with the Grishams, especially Eamon. That was why they used the Fitzroys as a bridge to approach him. Unfortunately, Magdalene had failed to establish any rapport with the Grishams.Instead, she kept criticizing Eamon, claiming he followed Laura's every word, and insisted they had plenty of ways to manipulate the Grishams. In the end, the divorce erupted into a scandal, and the entire Fitzroy family was imprisoned.Ironically, Eamon's actions only impressed the state official more. Durand had even heard Amos say that their leader hoped Eamon would continue working with them as his involvement would ensure their plans progressed smoothly.That knowledge burned Durand with frustration. No matter what he did, he could never measure up to Eamon."It looks like you still haven't grasped the situation, Mr. Grishman. Mr. Grisham Senior has begged everyone, but where did it le
"I'm happy to take over the Grishams' responsibilities," Durand said.Waymond scoffed coldly. "You're not worthy of it.""Mr. Lincoln, it seems someone's not too happy with you."Durand, dressed like a gentleman as always, adjusted his glasses and replied calmly, "Waymond, you've been in this business long enough to know how things work. The Grishams have gained a lot over the years. It's not up to you to decide whether to hold on to it."Leonardo stood, trying to ease the tension. "There's no point in arguing. Let's settle this the traditional way—with an anonymous vote. Everyone, write down whether you think the Grishams should step down. Let the vote speak for itself. That way, it'll be fair."He instructed someone to bring in a box, paper, and pens. Each member was handed a set. It was more for show than anything else; everyone already knew how the vote would go.Eamon saw right through their performance, his gaze turning cold as he sat silently. The votes were quickly cast an
"Mr. Grisham, how long your niece stays locked up isn't up to us—it depends on the severity of her crime," Durand said. "As a member of the Chamber of Commerce, you should understand how serious the situation she's stirred up really is. Haven't you read any of the online news?"People are now hoping the Grisham family goes bankrupt. They're even demanding that we, the Chamber, investigate this matter ourselves!"His words made those who had previously wanted to side with the Grishams start to hesitate. With the Draycotts and Fitzroys already doomed, the Grishams had seemed like the next best option. But no one had expected Aria to make such a critical mistake.Public sentiment had turned sharply. The Chamber of Commerce was now being blamed for enabling an economic disaster. What angered the public most was Aria's carefully crafted image. If she'd shown her true colors from the start, they might have ignored her. But pretending to be righteous, only to betray the common people—that w