Damien didn’t even flinch.He simply tilted his head, his eyes calm, his expression unchanged.“I have no problem with that,” he said, matter-of-factly, meeting the mayor’s burning glare with unsettling ease. “If I’m lying, take me in. I’ll face the consequences, but I'm right what will you do.”A ripple of shock went through the room.Some of them exchanged wary glances, suddenly unsure. Others were still fuming, their pride refusing to let them consider the possibility.But all eyes turned to Valentina now.At that moment the room pulsed with tension, the weight of the moment settling like a heavy storm cloud. The mayor’s fists clenched, his jaw tight, his breathing shallow with barely contained rage.“Fine,” he finally gritted out, his voice dangerously low. “If— and I mean if— you’re right, Damien, whatever you ask for, I will provide. Anything within my power.”But then, he leaned in slightly, his eyes burning with cold fury.“But if you're wrong...” His lips curled, his voice d

At that moment Dr. Maxwell stepped forward, his expression carefully composed, yet there was an edge to his voice—a subtle challenge masked beneath politeness.“General, perhaps there has been some misunderstanding,” he said smoothly, his gaze flickering toward Demian for the briefest second before returning to the General. “I respect your position, and I trust your instincts, but I believe you may be mistaken.”Hearing what Maxwell just said a murmur spread across the room, the tension shifting, hanging between them like an unspoken challenge.“If there is anyone here who can save the mayor's mother,” Dr. Maxwell continued, his tone deliberate, “it is me.”The weight of his words settled heavily in the room, and the mayor straightened, nodding in agreement.“From all indications,”Maxwell pressed on, his voice measured but firm, “her condition has already deteriorated beyond saving. Even my master himself would not be able to reverse this. There is no way back. If anything…” he hesit

Hearing what Dr. Maxwell just said, the atmosphere in the room shifted—a slow but undeniable turn in opinion. Murmurs swelled among the Mayor’s family, their hushed voices weaving doubt into the air like smoke.“He's right.”“If Damien is truly capable, why hasn't he healed War Goddess Serenity’s grandfather?”“Does that even make sense?”Each whisper fed into another, doubt stacking on doubt, until the room felt heavy with skepticism. Even those who had remained neutral now found themselves leaning toward Dr. Maxwell’s logic.At that moment the General, standing at the center of it all, remained silent.He had no answer to that.But instead of showing uncertainty, he simply let out a low sigh, shaking his head.“Dr.Damien does not have to prove anything to any of you.” His voice cut through the murmurs, making everyone turn their eyes back to him. "I have already seen his work firsthand. And I remember very clearly that what Dr. Maxwell thought was a 50-50 chance, Dr.Damien did it ef

At that moment Dr. Maxwell tilted his chin up, a smug smirk spreading across his face.“Well, let's get this over with then,” he sneered, rolling his shoulders back as if he had already won.However Damien didn’t react. His face remained unreadable, his eyes dark pools of calm. He simply turned to the General, giving him a slight nod.The General narrowed his eyes, then raised his phone to his ear. His voice was cold, sharp.“Lock all the exits. No one leaves until this bet is settled.”Hearing what the general just said. A wave of whispers rippled through the Mayor's family. Their expressions shifted, some looking excited, others mocking, and a few growing slightly uneasy at the seriousness of the situation.The Mayor himself crossed his arms, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Well, Dr. Maxwell,” he said, turning to him with amusement, “if you're so confident, let’s see this fraud humiliate himself.”A few of the family members chuckled, whispering insults under their breath.“He

Damien barely acknowledged him. His focus was solely on the frail woman lying before him. Her breathing was faint, erratic, her body cold and lifeless. The skin on her forehead had taken on an unnatural pallor, veins faintly visible beneath the surface, pulsing with something dark and sickly.Then, without hesitation—he pressed the blade to her forehead.At that moment a collective gasp filled the air.The blade sank into her skin, a clean, precise cut, just above her brows. Thick, dark blood oozed out, far darker than normal, almost inky in shade. A foul, iron-like scent filled the space, thick and suffocating.“What the hell—” someone muttered, their voice shaking.The Mayor staggered back, his eyes widening in horror.“This… this isn't normal blood,” another relative whispered, fear lacing their voice.Immediately Dr. Maxwell’s smirk faltered, the arrogance in his eyes dimming as he stared at the unnatural substance flowing from the wound.Again Damien moved with precise efficiency