Jeremy walked home, his thoughts still swirling from the confrontation with Burke and the violent exchange with Russ. His body ached from the fight, but his mind was elsewhere. As he reached his room, a faint memory surfaced—the package Jessica had gifted him on his birthday. In the chaos of everything, he had forgotten all about it.
Curiosity tugged at him. Pulling the box from a drawer, he carefully unwrapped it, revealing its contents—a small set of glowing runestones. He blinked in surprise. The stones pulsed with a soft, ethereal light, unlike anything he had seen before. Runestones weren’t commonly used. They were rare, expensive, and required deep knowledge to activate, and even fewer people pursued the path of cultivation to harness their true potential.“Why did Jessica give me this?” he wondered aloud. It was an unusual gift, but now, with the events unfolding in his life, it seemed like exactly what he needed.Without hesitating, Jeremy pulled oThe following day, Jeremy strode confidently into Burke’s underground stronghold, the weight of leadership already settling on his shoulders. He knew the time had come to assert his authority, not just to Burke, but to everyone in the organization. As he pushed open the heavy doors to Burke’s office, the scent of old leather and smoke greeted him, along with Burke’s calculating gaze."Ah, Jeremy," Burke drawled, seated behind his large mahogany desk. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the arm of his chair. “You’ve come to make your mark, I assume?”Jeremy wasted no time with pleasantries. “All techniques, pills, illegal cultivation methods, and every scrap of forbidden knowledge that makes the other guilds tremble now belongs to me. From this moment forward, everything will be utilized under my supervision.”Burke’s face remained unreadable, his icy blue eyes flickering with a glint of amusement. Jeremy had expected pushback, perhaps resistance or a test o
Six months had passed, and in that time, Jeremy had fully immersed himself in the underworld guild Burke had handed to him. He studied every forbidden technique, every illicit cultivation method, and absorbed knowledge that was meant to stay buried in the darkest corners of society. The guild was now his domain, and with each passing day, his power grew.Clearing dungeons had become second nature to him. Once, these monstrous lairs would have taken entire teams of elite fighters, but Jeremy now moved through them alone, slaying beasts that could tear armies apart. One such dungeon was the Cavern of the Sunless Serpent, a place feared by even the most seasoned warriors. The dungeon was a labyrinth of pitch-black tunnels, guarded by creatures whose very presence drained light and hope. Yet, Jeremy had ventured in with nothing more than a katana and his dark determination. His skills were unmatched—he danced through the shadows, slicing down each creature t
In just a few short months, Jeremy had transformed into one of the most influential figures on Earth. No longer simply a man with power, he had become a bridge between worlds—mediating between guilds, underground associations, and powerful corporations. His presence was indispensable to both light and darkness, a stabilizing force in a chaotic landscape. Jeremy embodied the delicate balance between good and evil, walking a tightrope where a single misstep could cost him everything.His newfound prominence meant he was frequently seen in the company of the world’s elite—wealthy families, powerful firms, and influential guild leaders. These meetings, often held in private clubs or at opulent dinners, placed Jeremy at the heart of Earth’s political and economic networks. He wasn’t just building influence—he was becoming a force unto himself.At the pinnacle of this success, Jeremy built a sprawling mansion, a place where he could keep the people closest to him safe. Celicia, Sophie, and
Beneath the dim streetlights and the shadows of looming skyscrapers, Jeremy faced Soren. The rogue's crimson hair shimmered under the flickering lights, complementing the bloodlust that radiated from him like a storm waiting to break. His lips twisted into a grimace, eyes narrowed in a mix of amusement and warning.“Are you sure it’s a good idea? I mean, you have something to lose in the long run, don’t you?” Soren’s voice was smooth, but menace clung to his words like a blade ready to strike.Jeremy's hands clenched, irritation bubbling under his skin. A gleaming light shimmered around him, and in an instant, his katana materialized—sharp, deadly, and humming with latent energy. The weapon reflected his resolve.“Relax, kid,” Soren chuckled, casually cracking his neck. “I might kill you by mistake.”Jeremy kissed his teeth in frustration, his jaw tightening as his eyes locked with Soren’s. “You know I can never join you.”Soren’s grin deepened, his amusement laced with something dark
The council room’s air was heavy, thick with tension and purpose. Jeremy sat at the head of the mahogany table, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on its polished surface. Around him, his most trusted allies—Kade, James, Mary, and Jessica—formed a circle of power. The dim lighting from the chandelier cast flickering shadows across their n. “The time is almost upon us,” he began, his voice low and steady. “We’ve expanded faster than any faction expected, but rumors are catching up. The guilds are starting to grow suspicious, and underground associations are restless. It won’t be long before they start testing us.”Mary folded her arms, her expression sharp. “We’ve hijacked enough shipments, seized their resources, and made enemies in high places. There’s only so much fear we can wield before someone pushes back.”Kade, lounging lazily with his feet propped up on the edge of the table, smirked. “Suspicion? Friction? Please. They were always going to hate us. Better to be feared th
The moon hung high above the towering Telbarian Guild headquarters, casting a silver sheen over its marble exterior. Beneath the pristine surface, hidden from ordinary eyes, lay a secret vault known only to the elite—a place where celestial relics, treasures of immense power, were stored. Jeremy and his team had spent months planning for this night, and now it was time to seize what they needed to complete the Soul Ladder.Jeremy adjusted his black hood and glanced at his companions. Kade, Felicia, and James stood silently beside him, their faces illuminated by the faint glow of a glyph James had just deactivated to disable the warding around the vault entrance."Remember," Jeremy whispered, his voice a low hum. "This isn’t a fight we can afford to drag out. In and out—quick and quiet."Kade smirked. "When is it ever quiet with us?"Jeremy rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. The iron door groaned as it slid open, revealing a descending staircase bathed in pale blue light. Without hesi
The streets were quiet that night, cloaked in an unsettling calm. Jeremy had grown accustomed to the hum of tension in the air, like a predator sensing another in its territory. Something wasn’t right. His instincts told him that the celestial realm, after months of silence, had finally noticed his growing power. He could feel the shift—an unfamiliar presence.He closed his eyes, letting his senses expand, searching. That’s when he felt it—a faint pulse of energy hidden beneath layers of disguise, like a flickering star masked by thick clouds. Whoever it was, they didn’t belong here."Found you," Jeremy whispered with a grim smile.The trail led Jeremy through the outskirts of the city, where the lights faded and shadows reigned. He followed the subtle pulse of celestial energy to an abandoned industrial complex, its cracked windows and rusting beams giving it an eerie atmosphere.Inside, the air was thick with the smell of oil and decay. And ther
The air buzzed with tension and power. In the heart of Jeremy’s estate, Jessica stood before the glowing construct of the Soul Ladder, her hands dancing over ancient sigils that shimmered with vibrant energy. The structure was massive—a spiral of arcane symbols and blackened stone, pulsing in rhythm with the cosmos. It was an unholy bridge, stitching together the fabric between Earth and the celestial realm.Jeremy stood silently behind her, his face shadowed, his thoughts heavy. This was the moment he had prepared for—a culmination of all the decisions, sacrifices, and battles he had endured. Today was his nineteenth birthday. The day everything would change.As the final touches were completed, Jeremy summoned Elijah, the guild master of the Dark Horses Guild, along with key members from his first-ever alliance. They gathered in the great hall, their expressions filled with a mixture of loyalty and unease. The people who had once fought beside him now looked at h