Chapter One hundred and Forty; clarity on the sword Chris sat in his office, his mind still reeling from the strange events surrounding the sword. The blade, once old and rusted, had transformed before his eyes, revealing a pristine, glowing weapon that pulsed with ancient power. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this sword was more than just an artifact—it was something extraordinary, something that had chosen him for reasons he couldn’t yet comprehend.With a deep breath, Chris picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for: Connor. Of all the people Chris knew, Connor was the only one who might have any answers. Connor wasn’t just an old friend; he was a cultivator, someone who had dedicated his life to understanding the mystical and arcane. If anyone could shed light on the nature of this sword, it was him.The phone rang a few times before Connor picked up.“Chris, it’s been a while,” Connor’s voice came through, warm and fa

Chapter one hundred and forty two; The Unexpected InterventionThe room was thick with tension, the kind that made every breath feel heavy. Chris stood rooted to the spot, his eyes locked with those of the middle-aged man whose predatory glare was now fully focused on him. The young woman, still pressed against the wall, was trembling, her eyes darting between Chris and the man who had been moments away from assaulting her.“What the hell are you doing here?” the man hissed, his face twisting in fury. He was no longer just the CEO of Great Finance, Jerry Paul, but a man exposed in a moment of vile intent. Chris didn’t respond immediately. His mind was racing as he assessed the situation. He could see the fear in the woman’s eyes, and he knew that he couldn’t back down now. The man, though clearly powerful and influential, was at a disadvantage in this unexpected confrontation. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous.The bouncers, who had unceremoniously dragged Chris into the roo

Chapter One hundred and forty four: The Arrival of Officer ConnorThe tension in the room was palpable as Emily froze in her tracks, her heart racing as she stared at the man standing in the doorway. It was the last person she had hoped to see—her uncle, Officer Connor. He was a tall, imposing figure, his police uniform lending him an air of authority that commanded respect wherever he went. But in this moment, all Emily could feel was a rush of relief and dread, mixed into a confusing whirlwind.Connor’s sharp eyes scanned the room, quickly taking in the scene. He had been upstairs with other dignitaries, ensuring their safety, especially since there had been rumors of criminals planning to invade the event. The program had been running smoothly when he received a call from Chris, inquiring about the sword he had asked Connor to examine. When Connor couldn’t identify the sword over the phone, he had invited Chris to the event, hoping to get a closer look. However, after that c

Chapter one hundred and forty six; The key to a vault Chris sat back on the couch, trying to relax despite the dull ache in his shoulder. He was no stranger to pain, but tonight had been different. Emily had not only saved his life, but she had also made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time a sense of care that went beyond simple concern.Chris’s gaze wandered, and when she stepped out of the bathroom in a soft, form-fitting lounge wear, he couldn’t help but stare. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made his mouth go dry. He quickly looked away, focusing on the ceiling instead, trying to gather his thoughts.But it was impossible to ignore her. The apartment was small, and from his spot on the couch, he had a clear view of the kitchen. She has decided to to make dinner since she was hungry, and make a soup for Chris because of his wounds. The apartment was quiet, except for the faint clattering of dishes as Emily moved around the small kitchen. Emily moved wi

Chapter one hundred and forty eight; The sword of Aeges Chris awoke to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains of Connor’s modest studio apartment. He lay still for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before slowly sitting up on the couch where he had spent the night. The room was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the city outside reaching his ears.He glanced around, noticing that Connor was still not back. His gaze fell upon the sword he had brought inside the previous night, now resting against the wall near the door.Something was different about the sword. Chris narrowed his eyes as he noticed a faint glow emanating from the blade. The once steel-grey weapon now shimmered with a soft, almost ethereal light, a color he had never seen it emit before. Intrigued, he leaned forward, examining the blade closely. The glow pulsed gently, as if the sword was alive, responding to some unseen force.Chris’s hand instinctively went to his shoulder, where the bullet ha