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The words were written in archaic characters, so Darryl was utterly stunned. Then he recalled that when Megan faced the bearded man and his group earlier, she had managed to knock down so many people single-handedly. It seemed like an impossible feat, even though she had training. Finally, Darryl believed Megan. "The disciples from the six sects are also called cultivators. The realms of martial cultivators include Master, Master General, Martial Marquis, Martial Saint, and Martial Emperor. Each realm is divided into five levels." Megan no longer observed Darryl's expression; she just went on and on.

Hearing those words, Alex was dumbstruck. The divided soul continued, “The True Martial path is a path honed completely through battles. It has extremely high requirements for your physical body’s recovery. That’s why the True Martial Marrow possesses the most incredible recovery ability in the entire universe! Enjoy this reward! This secret realm will be closed completely. Alex Rockefeller, ask me now if you still have any doubts!” “Oh... By the way, I just saw how bizarre the destruction of the Shura Realm looked. It turned out that a huge mouth had devoured that world. What the hell was going on? What on earth was that mouth?”

"She's not your fiancée! Who do you think you are, Daniel? Go back to where you came from!" Jeffrey swung a punch at Daniel out of the blue. Instantly, the room erupted into chaos. However, Daniel fought back just as hard, punch for punch, with fierce resolve. I was not sure who called them, but two security guards appeared and held Jeffrey firmly on each side. I glanced at the bruise on Daniel's mouth, then gave Jeffrey an icy stare.

The Reaper advanced again at him but he quickly ducked and hit the monster with his tail, like a slap. The Reaper staggered and hissed in annoyance. Rena appeared behind the Reaper and stabbed its body but the dagger just bounced off like she's slicing a rubber. The Reaper didn't get wounded at all, nor a scratch. The Reaper turned at her annoyed but she disappeared quickly, ran off towards the tree, beside Sisi.

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”

The legendary Single Bloodline. [AUTOMATIC LEVEL 1 SECURITY ALERT ENGAGED.] The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. Chaotic Evil. The Villain Alignment. The alignment of monsters, murderers, and the Fallen. I still feel the lingering cold of the crystal on my fingertips. It feels good. It feels like power. And in my world, power equals money. Power equals freedom. Power means I never have to starve again. Rea. It really does sound like Reaping. How fitting.

The old world was dying, its systems collapsing under the weight of its own greed, leaving nothing but the raw, unvarnished truth of the road. I resting my hand over my stomach, feeling the steady, calm rhythm of my own breath. We weren't a project anymore. We weren't a corporate investment. We were the anarchy that had survived the harvest, and as the first thunder of the incoming mountain battle began to echo through the valley, I knew the Queen wasn't going to hide behind the stone for long. The Reaper was in the shadows, but the Montague name was already written in the iron of the gates, and we were going to make sure the dark learned exactly who owned the dawn.

In my previous life, she was the one who marched right into the prison to save me, and yet we both died in a sea of fire that engulfed the place. "Rachel…" I said her name with my cracked voice. The moment I found out that she, like me, was reborn, I could no longer hold back my tears. She gently wiped my tears away. I was like the most valuable treasure to her. "It's alright, Shawn. I'll keep you safe." She turned to the medical staff. "Tend to Mr. Pearson's wounds immediately!" The medical staff huddled around me immediately and checked my wounds. When she noticed the whip marks on my back, the warmth in her eyes was replaced by freezing fury. "Who did this?"

his face was perfection with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so beautiful that I had to pause to catch my breath. Scars traced faint lines along his neck, but they only made him hotter for some strange reason. I could sense his power. I believe everyone here could feel it too. Moon Reapers were chosen humans, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with extraordinary strength to eliminate werewolves who threatened humans or even innocent wolves. However, the Reapers often abused their power. And I had a feeling that the heir would be the worst of them all. He was out of this world. Captivating in a way that made my pulse race and my skin prickle with some unknown emotion.

Sherephina stepped forward in alarm. “Stop! Both of you!” But her voice landed too late. Julius grabbed Elias’ collar. Elias tensed, ready to swing. Before the fight escalated, a cane slammed against the floor. “ENOUGH!” Grandpa Tomas entered the hall with fury blazing in his eyes. The two men froze immediately. Grandpa pointed the cane between them. “This is my house, not a boxing ring.” Julius released Elias. Elias stepped back, jaw tight. Grandpa’s gaze swept the room, then settled on Sherephina—softening, but heavy with worry.