Carson continued what he was doing. Sweat dripped down his forehead as acupuncture required immense focus. A single mistake could worsen the condition of the elderly woman he was treating or even cost her life. His pride was on the line.“Do you all trust this stranger? If it were me, I wouldn’t. He’s probably just a fraud, pretending to know what he’s doing,” the man said again.He kept taunting Carson, who was concentrating deeply. Carson felt frustrated but knew he had to remain calm. Losing focus could lead to a fatal error. Without hesitation, Carson inserted two needles into specific points in his ears, cutting off his hearing. Everything became quiet. The man’s incessant ranting faded into the background, though the people around were starting to get irritated. They gave the man sharp looks, causing him to lower his head in embarrassment, though he still harbored resentment toward Carson.After a few tense minutes, the elderly woman began to show signs of recovery. Her breathin
The situation had calmed down. People had dispersed in various directions, their footsteps leaving traces on the empty street. Carson watched the crowd slowly fade away, contemplating his next move. He was still unsure what to do afterwards. He decided to head home first. Someone tapped him on the shoulder just as he was about to leave.Carson frowned before turning around and seeing the woman who had smiled at him earlier. She now stood with a confused expression. Seeing her like this made Carson curious."What’s wrong?" Carson asked in a flat tone, though he smiled. He tried to be polite, appreciating that the woman had helped him convince the crowd to step aside when he was treating the elderly woman earlier. Carson believed in being kind to those who were kind to him.The woman scratched her head, her eyes darting around as if searching for the right words. She seemed hesitant to express what was bothering her. Taking a deep breath, she scratched her head again. She was truly unce
Carson got into his car and decided to head home. He felt satisfied with what had transpired today. Despite being frustrated a few times, the day had been quite good overall. His business was running smoothly, and several new companies had been founded, with investors already on board. This was a very promising development.Many people were interested because they knew a War God or general was behind the business. Yet none knew that this general or War God was actually Carson. They recognized his title and reputation without knowing the man behind it.Once he got home, Carson took a short break while reading reports from his subordinates. His eyes scanned through the numbers and notes, absorbing every important detail for decision-making. He nodded in satisfaction repeatedly.A moment later, Alison entered the room carrying warm tea and some fruit for Carson. Seeing his wife’s thoughtfulness and care, Carson smiled widely. He felt very happy with these small gestures of attention. Not
People were terrified when the man pulled out a gun. The lively, joyful atmosphere of the party quickly turned into panic. Some people screamed, while others immediately ran away, creating a chaotic crowd. Some even left the party altogether. No one was untouched by fear—except Carson. Alison, standing next to Carson, was frightened. She clung tightly to her husband's arm, her fingers trembling. Her face was pale, her eyes wide as she tried to pull Carson away. But Carson had no intention of leaving. "No, we have to go!" she whispered, her voice shaky and filled with fear. However, Carson stood firm, calm amid the chaos. His face showed no sign of fear. Instead of fear, he appeared deep in thought, formulating a plan. He even smiled. This infuriated the man in front of him, who pressed the gun harder against Carson's body. "You think I'm playing around, huh? I'll kill you," the man threatened. Despite being treated that way, with the gun already against his chest, Carson sho
The people around were visibly impressed and respectful toward the man standing before Carson. This man was the vice leader of the Raven squad. It was an extraordinary sight since not everyone could witness someone of such rank. His presence signified greatness.According to rumors, the Raven squad was a unit formed in recent years that served as the secret weapon of the Aria nation. Every mission they undertook was executed flawlessly, with a 99% success rate and almost no failures. This made it natural that the squad's leader was hidden from public knowledge. Special forces were meant to remain mysterious to prevent their information from falling into enemy hands."You don't understand, which is why you keep asking me the name of our leader," the man said to Carson, his voice firm yet arrogant. He looked down on Carson with disdain.Carson responded with a small smile. He knew the Raven squad all too well. The nonsense this man in front of him was spouting was lies. Carson was the n
The man's panic left him confused. He couldn't understand why Carson seemed so calm, even though he had thrown numerous insults and threats his way. None of it faze Carson at all. Even with a gun pointed at him, Carson remained relaxed. The man had never encountered someone like this before.In contrast, he was trapped in fear. When Carson merely asked a question, he felt immense pressure and stepped back as though retreating from reality. He tried to cover one lie with another, but in the end, he became entangled in his own deceptions. "My code is PHOENIX-77. I know this because it’s my code. What do you know?" the man tried to reassure himself. Carson gave him a skeptical look, disbelief written on his face. "If that's true, then why do you seem so uncertain? You should be able to say it with confidence. I know the real code for the Raven unit, and you can't fool me." The man felt cornered, cold sweat beginning to drip down his temples. "I know what I'm saying," he shouted, bu
Xander and Carson stood at the veranda's edge, watching the crowd bustling below. They observed that people enjoyed the ongoing party without more disturbances than before. Carson and Xander hadn't seen each other in a long time, and this was their first meeting after a long absence."Do you remember facing the enemy when we were on the battlefield? Through the orders you gave, we managed to defeat them. We were so close to losing back then," Xander said, his smile wide as he reminisced about their past.Carson nodded, recalling those times as well. "Yeah, those were hard times, but we made it through. And now, everything feels so different. There's no more war." He smiled as he remembered all the victories they achieved. "Not that I want war again, but the memories of those times are etched in my mind."Xander looked at Carson seriously. "I admire how you led us and how steadfast you remained during those tough moments. I probably wouldn't be here now if it weren’t for you leading ou
After finishing, Carson returned to the party. He walked through the crowd and finally found Alison's position. She was sitting alone at a table, with no one around. Seeing his wife seemingly isolated from everyone made Carson feel pain.He walked over to the table and sat down in the available chair. Smiling, Carson grabbed a drink from the table.“This party is great. Everyone seems to be having a good time,” Carson said with a smile, trying to start a conversation with his wife.Alison turned to him and smiled back. “Yes, I like it. Even though there was a bit of a commotion earlier, everyone seemed happy now. Are you enjoying it too?”Carson could tell from Alison’s eyes that she wasn’t genuinely enjoying herself. She was just pretending to be happy so he wouldn’t worry. Seeing this, Carson felt frustrated. He wanted to get up and ask her to dance, but Alison stood up first."I need to use the restroom. Wait here," she said.Carson nodded, postponing his plan to ask her to dance.