What's happening to me? Combat techniques and arcane knowledge flooded his mind – secrets that seemed to span centuries of the country's military history and beyond. The ring pulsed with each revelation, its golden surface etched with symbols that predated the nation itself. The guard dogs at Marcus's private kennel sensed the change, their trained aggression turning to primal fear. The alpha, a massive German Shepherd, lunged forward with bared teeth. Robin moved with impossible speed, his kick sending the dog flying into the chain-link fence. The crack of impact echoed through the compound. "Impossible," Robin whispered, staring at his hands. My strength... it's increased beyond human limits. The remaining dogs retreated, whimpering. Their instincts recognized what their training couldn't – they were no longer the apex predators here. Suddenly, the distinctive thrum of Black Hawk helicopters cut through the night. Spotlights pierced the darkness as three unmarked choppers

Madeline feigned concern, resting a manicured hand over her chest. “Robin, darling, you’re still in the city? I thought after my daughter dumped you, you’d have crawled back into whatever hole you came from.” Samantha giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hand. “Right? I mean, he was barely good enough to be Sarah’s pet. Now he thinks he can afford rare herbs? What’s next, pretending to own a private jet?” Robin ignored them and turned back to the clerk. “I’ll pay for it now.” Madeline wasn’t done. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t embarrass yourself,” she cooed, stepping forward as if speaking to a slow-witted child. “This isn’t some street market where you can haggle for leftovers. That herb is worth more than your entire wardrobe.” Samantha leaned against the counter, inspecting her nails. “Seriously, do you even know what Dragonroot is for? It’s not instant ramen. Maybe you should stick to, I don’t know, eating cheap takeout?” Robin exhaled sharply, keeping his composure. They’re irr

Sarah leaned back against the plush Italian leather, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. "After tomorrow's Eagle Industries anniversary celebration, we'll have time to deal with Robin," she smirked, her voice carrying the arrogance of someone who had never known failure. "Next time he won’t get a chance to live; I’ll make sure dogs eat him.” her voice turned sharp. Madeline’s voice crackled through the phone, her tone laced with doubt. "But what happened at Emerald Apothecary—" Sarah clicked her tongue, irritation flickering in her gaze. That? That was nothing. "One embarrassing incident doesn't change anything," she cut in, inspecting her freshly manicured nails, painted the same shade of blood-red as her ambitions. "Marcus's father has everything under control." The soft sound of approaching footsteps made her lips curl. Right on time. Marcus entered the penthouse, his stride confident, cocky, as if he already owned the city. His expensive suit was slightly loo

At his words, the security guards immediately moved towards Robin. Initially, it was just to send Robin out, but now, they were out to deal with him. Their hands clutched their weapons, their faces full of malice. Seeing this, Marcus and Sarah immediately lit up, their shock long gone. "Do not go easy on him. Make sure he never walks with those legs or uses those hands again!" Sarah said viciously. She had been wanting to deal with Robin. This was it. "Yes! How dare a worthless nobody like him hit one of you? Break his damn legs and hands, and beat him to an inch of his life, then throw him out!" Marcus added, a triumphant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was almost as if he could already see Robin groaning outside the premises in pain, his legs and hands broken. "He deserves whatever he gets. How dare a loser like him touch a security guard of Eagle Industries?" one of the guests said. "One should be aware of their own worth. He's really reckless for a nobody," an

Hearing the crowd's words, Marcus’s ego swelled. A pleased smile stretched across his face as he puffed out his chest even more. If there was ever a human equivalent of a peacock, Marcus was the perfect embodiment. Beside him, Sarah’s lips curled into a proud smile. She felt pleased with the man she had chosen. Marcus wasn’t just any man—he was someone so remarkable that others couldn’t help but sing his praises. How could that nobody, Robin, ever measure up? At the thought of Robin, her smile instantly disappeared, replaced by a scowl. She shot him a withering look and sneered, "Do you see that, Robin? This is what a real man looks like! A piece of trash like you could never be compared to Marcus. Don't think just because you somehow got your hands on that card and sneaked in here you're anywhere near his level." Robin's brows furrowed slightly. These two were kicked out, how did they get back in? But he shrugged indifferently. It didn't really matter. Marcus smirke