บททั้งหมดของ Rising from the Ashes: บทที่ 2111 - บทที่ 2120

Shiloh whipped her head around, her eyes ice cold. She asked, "You're going to stop me?" Andrew avoided looking directly at her eyes, which had no whites left. He could not tell if she was still the same innocent and kind Shiloh from before. So, it was best not to confront her head-on. He said firmly, "Shiloh, you can't keep killing people! I know you're angry inside, maybe even filled with hatred. But you just awakened, so you must still have a lot of things you need to do, right? So please, stop this. Spare their lives!" Andrew stepped forward with a serious expression. Shiloh snorted coldly. "I already told you I don't want you meddling in my affairs. If it weren't for the fact that you helped me in the past and you're a decent person, I would have killed you along with them just now!" Andrew said in a deep voice, "So you do remember that I helped you in the past. Then let me ask you this… Do you remember who you really are now?" Confusion flickered across Shiloh's face

Ernesto opened his eyes, his gaze burning with fury. The humiliation he felt at this moment was even worse than when he had faced Shiloh earlier. This guy was simply too shameless, taking advantage of his injuries to steal from him was simply unbearable. Morgan had been meditating nearby and could not help but chuckle helplessly. "It seems you're a man of strong character. From your moves earlier, it's clear you're no ordinary martial artist. Please, give me your name. After tonight, the Drache family of East Veridian will surely thank you for saving me." Andrew grinned cheerfully. "Mr. Drache Senior, you're too kind! Compared to a certain stingy tightwad, you're at least straightforward. But I'd better not accept your gratitude, since it might turn into the Drache family's revenge instead." Morgan's voice turned firm. "On that point, you can rest assured. Tonight, you did save me. The Drache family won't forget this debt. If you don't believe me, wait and see… We will not trea

At the time, if Andrew had not rescued him, Jerome would have most likely been surrounded and killed. In any other major family, Eric would have been tortured to death for his betrayal. However, Jerome was kindhearted and a humane elder. He also felt guilty about his adopted son, so deep down, he never wanted to hold Eric accountable for what happened. Jerome said, "Andrew, I no longer have any interest in competing for the alliance leader position. After going through these ups and downs, I've let go of many things. Eric may need looking after in the future, and I must trouble you with that." Andrew straightened and replied seriously, "You honor me with such trust. If it's something I can do, then I'll certainly do it." Jerome's face lit up with relief as he nodded. "Good, then I won't hold back. I plan to head west to Basoria, to investigate the cause of Hunter's death. While there, I'll also meet the renowned Assassin's Guild. This trip may take half a year, but I'll seek yo

"Eric, what are you doing here?" Jerome turned back, his face full of both surprise and confusion. Eric clenched his jaw and stayed silent. Jerome said bitterly, "I know you resent me. All these years, I failed to realize how deeply you buried the pain from your childhood. Go back now. I'm heading to Basoria to investigate Hunter's death." Eric's tone was cold. "He's been dead for years. What's left to investigate? I came to tell you that there's no point in going to Basoria. The Assassin's Guild is one of the strongest sects today. You going alone will achieve nothing." Jerome snorted. "Whether it's useless or not, I have to see for myself. They killed my son back then. I may be powerless, but I'll at least make sure the Assassin's Guild pays in blood!" Eric hesitated before asking, "Do you blame me, Dad? Last time I ambushed you, I nearly cost you your life." Jerome looked stunned. "Why would you even ask that? Of course, I don't blame you. I know you silently carried hat

In Rowan's memory, Andrew had only been a handsome young doctor. Years ago, Marvin Yates, the wealthiest man in Jayrodale, had brought him along to treat her. Back then, she was the high and mighty heiress of the Onyx Serpents, destined to one day command storms and lead the organization to glory. However, times had changed. The Onyx Serpents had fallen and fled Goldridge. That young doctor, the one who once examined her from head to toe and lingered in her thoughts for years, had now become one of the Three Titans of all Gabo Creek. To Rowan, everything felt unreal. "Sorry, I lost my composure," she murmured, noticing Rachel's strange look. Blushing, she steadied herself and added shyly, "He told me to come to Blumedale to find him. He said if I came here, someone would take care of the arrangements." Rachel smiled. "That's simple. If Mr. Lloyd said it, then whatever needs arranging is no problem. I'll take you to meet Mr. Keller Senior." Rowan was stunned. "You won't ev