The large snake becomes Gala's mount this time. Dice is never far from Gala, busy controlling many things as their battle preparation. The reins are never intended to be released from the snake, which should obey Kyler, but it seems the owner has changed. Kyler doesn't mind, but it's a bit challenging to provide an antidote to Maverick shortly after they all gather in one room. If it weren't for Gala asking, he wouldn't give it. Not because of personal revenge, but sometimes making one of the metro rulers powerless due to the poison he created has its own satisfaction. Especially when he sees the pain on the face of the Southern Metro ruler.However, whether it's the influence of the die that keeps spinning around Gala, or the eyes that are the same color as the sunset but with a clear firmness, Kyler doesn't offer much objection. He immediately gives the antidote, and its effect doesn't take long. For years, Kyler has perfected many discoveries in the field of medicine, both traditio
Everyone headed to their respective positions, where Gala would intercept and face Gideon directly, but he didn't appear immediately. He had to separate Gideon from his many troops. Their forces were troublesome enough, and the deployed troops were no ordinary troops. So Gala chose to turn the Evermoon Desert into his major battlefield.Far from the city center, and even farther from Kyler's hidden headquarters. The glasses Gala wore displayed the entire battlefield at several points. Also, the number of enemy forces, the movements of each ruler – Gala couldn't fathom why they all worked together. He didn't expect everything to feel like a game, considering the gravity of what they were facing.Maybe they had their own interests. Apart from that, Gala had to ensure that their assistance wouldn't be in vain. Especially the special protection for all of them. To some extent, Gala was very worried about how this battle would unfold. Even though all his advanced weapons were out, fortifyi
"Are you ready, Dice?" Gala makes sure. The snake's speed is no longer in the sand tunnel. It's like an erotic dancer in the middle of a hot desert drawing a lot of attention with the twisting body revealing its beauty. Baby Snake, as Gala named it, does the same. Where its new master stands upright with the strong reins he tightly holds. No matter how much sand hits his face, Gala feels like Kyler Lamont's sandstorm is still raging.The dice shines brightly nearby, similar to his changing gaze. Also, a sword almost similar to Alexander's is behind his back. For some reason, Gala wants to use the same sword as Alex. Don't ask why, because Gala himself doesn't understand. Everything just happens. The sword in the dice's storage space, which turns out to contain a lot of things, radiates strongly as if asking Gala to take it. To use it in this battle.And when held and used to study how Alex played the sword earlier, his movements are very flexible, as if Gala has been playing with swor
Seth continues to press all the seemingly endless troops. His entire war fleet has been deployed, assisted by Maverick's forces from the south. He's struggling to push them back, but he knows if their forces reach Great Gideon's location, Gala's plan could fall apart. However, Great Gideon's war commander is no joke either.The cavalry forces are complete, and Seth relies on a few sharpshooters taking cover on the hill where they concentrate their strength. This isn't his territory, so Seth isn't familiar with the terrain, even though Kyler has informed him. Seth needs significant adjustments, including his troops. The desert air is making them all tired quickly. They're used to extreme cold weather, not the scorching heat that turns their skin red."Jiro," Seth calls quietly. He's still aiming the weapon Gala gave him at a group of incoming soldiers. It's powerful enough to scatter them. Explosions can be heard everywhere. Occasionally, Seth furrows his brow and grumbles when bullets
Gideon grinned with immense satisfaction. The billowing smoke rose high, making the once clear sky now covered in the dark glow from the lingering explosions that felt suffocating. Fires still burned around him and at several points, many of his vehicles were charred and ablaze. He didn't care. Not at all. What mattered was his target was dead. Yes. He just wanted that boy with his arrogant demeanor dead. Vanished without a trace, bones scattered without a hint of flesh. Reduced to ashes.Now, he could retrieve the die immediately. It was his. Still his. But why did he feel like a stranger who wanted to snatch it? It truly baffled and infuriated him. Also, he felt... the power of the die had increased thousands of times when he handed it over to Xavier hundreds of years ago. Yet, it was initially created merely as a protective device. Not a highly advanced war tool like this. His eyes scanned the chaotic surroundings.He grinned with satisfaction. Very much. Moreover, there was no mov
Gideon doesn't know what kind of rage he's in now. That young man has managed to stir up his emotions so many times that it never seems to calm down. Almost every night since their encounter in the Northern Metro forest, Gideon has never been able to find peace. Especially when Gideon's attacks are thwarted just like that. As if what the ruler does is futile. And now?Why did that brat go? Avoiding him, who apparently is much stronger? It doesn't make sense, but that's what Gala did, right? Or... no. Gideon thinks it's not because he's avoiding him. The young man is planning something, plus the warheads he prepared are just waiting for his command. Ah, so that's it. Unfortunately, it's stupid and funny to Gideon, causing him to laugh loudly. Very loud."You're the dumbest person I've ever met!" He turns around and half-runs towards the cargo plane not far from him. The remaining troops are still instructed to press Kyler there. Gideon is sure he can't withstand the nanomite-fueled fir
Bellamie waited patiently until Xavier woke up, which, as they said, didn't take long. All this time, her hope was to meet the man she... loved? Well, she's confused now. Not because of the influence of Alex in her life, where there's an empty space not filled by Xavier. No. But...There was a time when she thought, what's the use of a wife in this, Bellamie, for a Xavier? She loved him sincerely. Truly. There was no time she didn't use to search and think about Xavier's situation until she reached the point of giving up. But the feeling surged again, with many questions and a tight feeling, where it turned out she had been lied to all this time. Why, indeed, did the ruler hate Xavier's job so much? What Xavier did wasn't an easy matter. And it was risky; his life could be threatened every time he carried out his duties.Was there anything wrong with all of this? Bellamie didn't understand why Xavier hid it. Even though she could try to understand and comprehend, unlike if she later f
"Still want to cry?" Xavier asks softly. His touch feels gentle on Bellamie's head, though Xavier himself is still a bit stiff to move his entire body. He carefully observes the movement of his legs, hands, and every joint he tries to move as his consciousness returns. Especially what his bead-like eyes capture: Bellamie Rosaline."As long as you left me, Xavier, my eyes never tired of crying for your presence."Xavier smiles sadly. "You shouldn't do that."Bellamie sighs in frustration. She roughly wipes away the tears still dampening her cheeks. She doesn't care how messy she looks now. "How could you say that? You really are just like Gala. Oh, my mistake. Gala truly inherited his annoying attitude from you!"At this remark, Xavier smiles cheerfully. "Gala? My son. How is he now? Where is he, Rose? I... miss him." Quickly, he throws off the blanket still covering part of his body. He unplugs one by one the cables attached to his body, grimacing as some needles, seemingly quite long