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RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 43
The next time Cullen visited Emily, he had come with malicious content – evidence that was bound to break her home.He knew his sister.She was emotionally volatile, and tended to act on the now. He was going to use that to wreck her from the inside.That was the most important phase of his plan to destroy the Wright family.Sheep separated from the herd would always be easier to hunt. If he was able to separate Emily and Sylvester, it would be easier for him to deal with them.At least, that’s what he thought.As soon as he opened the door the Emily’s house, he was met with a less welcoming glare.“There’s my sister,” he smiled, putting on his best charm. “What’s gotten you into such a fuss?” he strode towards her, but she stepped back.The frown on her face wasn’t just there for show, though. She knew something that he didn’t, but Cullen didn’t know that.In fact, he was so unaware of how much dirt she had on him, that he decided to ignore the visible scowl of hatred that was plaste
RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 44
Edrag sat in his dimly lit quarters, one hand lazily twirling a dart while the other gripped the edge of his chair. A massive, slightly crumpled picture of Sylvester Wright was pinned to the wall in front of him, its corners curling from repeated abuse. Edrag squinted at it, rolling his shoulders before flicking the dart straight into the forehead of the man in the image.Thwack.Right between the eyes. He let out a satisfied exhale. “Boom. Dead.”Not dead in real life, though. And that was a problem. A big one.For him, every moment that Sylvester breathed was a moment to loathe. He hated himself as long as that man was alive, and wasn’t afraid to express it.As such, the giant picture of Sylvester Wright that had too many holes for comfort was suitable.He leaned back, tossing another dart in the air and catching it, his mind stirring with the same tired thought loop he had been riding for months.Sylvester Wright needed to go. In fact, he should have been gone a long time ago. Wh
RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 45
Sylvester sat cross-legged, lost in his cultivation, when the vision hit him like a soft dream. A land…his land.His country. So peaceful it felt unreal. No wars, no politics, no betrayals. Just calm skies, lush greenery, and people living without fear.Three children passed by him as he ventured further into the city, laughing and playing what he thought to be hopscotch. It had been so long since he engaged in any leisure of any sort, he barely remembered the names of them.He looked around, taking uneven steps as he moved deeper into this lush city.Would Greele ever know peace like this?The familiar scent of spices pulled him away from his vision, and away from cultivation.He tried to focus, and tried to get himself in check, but the scent was just too strong.He finally opened his eyes.His wife was in the kitchen, and if her scent called out to him, he’d better answer. He found Emily stirring a pot, and even though there was a smile on her face when she saw him, it didn’t tak
RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 46
Sylvester walked with an easy stride, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning his surroundings without making it obvious. Since he left the house, someone was following him. He knew it before the person made three steps in his direction. Intention was easy to read, and when eyes were on him, he could tell.The person was persistent, and did everything they could to stay within reach, despite Sylvester trying to lose them.He didn’t want to end up in a scuffle today. Besides, being a city muse, he was used to being tailed. But the intention on this one was clearly malicious. But who? And why?Sylvester decided to take it upon himself to bring this person to limelight.If they were following him with such clearly evil intentions, then it was only a matter of time before they showed themselves…and their intentions.That was sure.He walked at a casual pace, whistling under his breath, playing the part of someone lost in thought. The presence behind him persisted. He could feel it…silent, pat
RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 47
Sylvester was done thinking after a few minutes, and decided to beat the answers to his question out of the assassin he had knocked out. He crouched beside the spy, watching him carefully. The man was lying in a crumpled heap, his breathing shallow but steady. Sylvester waited for a while, then became impatient. The man was going to wake up sooner or later and if he could prompt it, then he would. “Wake up,” he muttered, grabbing the man’s collar and giving him a rough shake. No response. Sylvester narrowed his eyes. “You’re either real good at playing dead, or you’ve actually passed out. Either way, you’re talking.” He yanked the spy upright, leaning in close. “Who sent you?” The spy groaned, shifting slightly but keeping his eyes shut. Sylvester sighed, tightening his grip. “I don’t have the patience for games. Tell me what I want to know, or I’ll…” In a flash, the spy’s hand shot out, flinging a small pouch straight into Sylvester’s face. A sharp, acrid scent hit him imme
RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 48
Cullen sat in his dimly lit study, nursing a drink and a grudge. It had been days since his last humiliation, and the anger still churned in his gut like a festering wound. Emily found out about his scheme so fast. It didn’t even have time to do the damage it was planned to do. It didn’t have time to sow in the seed of doubt…no time for her to guess. Nothing! All his efforts just went down the drain, and it hurt. Every failure, every setback…it was never his fault. Emily had outmaneuvered him, sure, but only because Sylvester had interfered. That man had a way of ruining things, and Cullen was sick of it. He was sure that he sent that man to follow him around. If not, how would they have known his plans? The man was sitting smug in the kitchen, and came out like a guard dog when things between he and Emily became heated. Damn Sylvester and his minions! As if the universe wanted to add insult to injury, his phone buzzed. He picked it up, already irritated. When he saw the nam
RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 49
Cullen sat in the back of his car, fingers drumming lightly against the armrest as he forced himself to swallow his rage. The news from his company still echoed in his mind.More shares withdrawn, more investors fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. But he refused to let it consume him. Not now. Not when he had more important things to prepare for.He adjusted the cuffs of his finely tailored coat, taking in a deep breath as he reminded himself of his real purpose tonight: the matriarch had called him. And despite everything, despite the disaster his last scheme had turned into, they were finally seeing reason. They must have realized their mistake, realized that they had been too harsh. Tonight, they would apologize. And after that? Well, he would take what was rightfully his. A slow smirk played on his lips as he leaned back, imagining their regretful faces as they admitted their wrongs. They couldn’t stay mad at him forever. He was Cullen, after all. The family needed him just
RISE OF THE ALMIGHTY WARLORD GRANDMASTER Chapter 50
Emily sat at the dining table, staring at the ornate letter in front of her. The wax seal had been broken, but the weight of the invitation still hung in the air. An invitation from the matriarch. She reread the words carefully, her fingers grazing the edges of the parchment. Why now? Why after everything? She pursed her lips and exhaled sharply. "I don’t like this." Sylvester, leaning against the doorway, arms folded across his chest, studied her reaction. "I figured as much." Emily lifted her eyes to him. "So, what do you think?" She knew Sylvester would encourage her for it. He had always been a man of peace, despite everything her family had put him through. The only thing he didn’t stand for was disrespect. "I think you should go." She let out a dry laugh. She called it. "Why do I feel like that’s exactly what they want?" "Probably is," he admitted. "But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t find out why." Emily looked down at the letter again, then back up at her husband. "A
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“So this is what being a top business consultant gets you.” Emily let out a sigh.The estate she had just driven through was impressive, and the house she had just parked in front of, dwarfed anything she had ever hoped to own, even with her impressive financial portfolio.It was so big, it seemed unfair for a singular individual to have financed it.The modern architecture stood out, giving the house a boring, but intimidating presence and the architect involved definitely drew ideas from dystopian brutalism.She could do nothing but gasp.She had expected something impressive, but not this. Gladys Hopper’s reputation had always been formidable, but seeing the physical evidence of her success made it all the more real.Emily hesitated for a moment, drumming her fingers against the wheel. She had spent years avoiding cutthroat business strategies, but now, she was walking straight into the lair of a woman who had built an empire advising the world’s most ruthless CEOs. She was going
Chapter 71
Sylvester stepped out of the taxi and slammed the door shut a little harder than necessary."Next time, get your damn change ready before you get in," the driver grumbled before speeding off, leaving Sylvester standing there with his fists clenched.“Ridiculous,” he muttered, suppressing the anger that was building up inside of him. The man had the audacity to raise his voice over a fare dispute, acting as if Sylvester couldn’t pay. If he weren’t trying to live a civilized life, that man would be missing a few teeth right now.He exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “I need a car.” Relying on taxis was starting to irritate him, and it wasn’t as if he couldn’t afford one. He could quite literally buy half of the city if he wanted to. The only thing stopping him was his morality and the need for humility.Brushing the thought aside, he turned toward the towering glass building ahead. Emily’s company…the empire she had built with her own hands.As soon as he stepped inside, the receptionist
Chapter 70
Sylvester hated being idle.The moment he opened his eyes that morning, he could feel the boredom seep into his bones. The air in the house was still, the silence stretching longer than it should. Emily had already left for work, leaving him alone with his thoughts…a dangerous thing for a man who thrived on action.But since his defeating the human traffickers, the city had been relatively clam. There seemed to be nothing to do, besides the regular, everyday cases that the city police could definitely take care of.He sat up in bed, stretching his arms before running a hand through his hair. Weak. That was the only way to describe how he felt. It wasn’t exhaustion, not exactly, but a dull, lingering vulnerability that crept into his bones whenever he cultivated.His body was failing him.He had been pushing himself too hard. He knew it. The signs had been there for weeks. Sluggish movements, slower reaction times, a heaviness in his limbs after every session. And yet, the idea of
Chapter 69
Katherine had always trusted her instincts.She didn’t survive as long as she had by ignoring the warning prickle at the back of her neck or the way the air felt just a little too still before an attack. Tonight was no different.It started as a whisper of unease. She had just returned to her private quarters, a small yet elegantly furnished home tucked away from the heart of the city. The day was tense, and she was trying to ease it all off. Usually, on days like these, she would just calm herself down and try to unwind in the best ways she could.Watching a movie, playing some video games or binging a snack and doomscrolling social media.But this evening was different.The tension clung to her skin like wet linen, and it caused her to ditch every relaxation motif.Then she heard it.A shift in the air. A presence.She didn't hesitate.In one fluid motion, she spun around, snatching the dagger she had left on the table and flinging it toward the darkened doorway. The blade sliced
Chapter 68
Edrag had not traveled across continents just to watch his plans crumble before they even began. The lounge welcomed him – they had no choice, and he sat there, brooding as the city buzzed, unaware of the ominous presence that lurked within, right under their very noses. He looked out with disdain. The false peace annoyed him. He swirled the dark liquid in his glass, his fingers tightening around it. The ice clinked softly against the crystal, but his thoughts were anything but calm. He arrived in Greele undetected. Of course, he wasn’t welcome in the country, so he had to smuggle his way in. It wasn’t a ‘smuggle’ in that sense of the word, but since there were many people in Greele that wanted Sylvester dead, they were able to silence port security and immigration services. Hence, there were no unnecessary displays of power, or anything grand. The perfect cover. And yet, before he could make a single move, Sylvester had already burned down a significant portion of his netw
Chapter 67
Sylvester had won countless battles, conquered enemies, and faced impossible odds without flinching. Needless to say, his life was one big adrenaline-filled storyline. Yet, nothing on earth came close to the rush he felt when Emily said those three words. Surreal. “I love you,” He had replayed the moment in his mind a hundred times over the past week. No matter how many times he thought about it, he still couldn’t bring himself to believe it was what he heard. Maybe a lucid dream? He ran with it, though. If she truly felt tat way about him, then it was his responsibility to reciprocate. He loved her a thousand times before she loved him. She must have known that ever since. Now that the traffickers had been handled, Sylvester shifted his focus. The war was a storm gathering on the horizon, and every day felt closer to a catastrophe he didn’t feel quite ready for. He couldn’t afford to be complacent. But before it reached them, before another fight threatened to pull him
Chapter 66
Emily paced the length of her sitting room, arms folded tightly across her chest. She had been waiting for hours, long enough for her mind to run through every possible scenario of how this conversation with Sylvester would go. Would he listen? Would he care? Cullen attacked him. Cullen wanted to kill him. If he was back home since that time, he would have told her first, but he had been out on a mission. Something about human traffickers. Really grueling stuff. She just hoped that Cullen’s attack didn’t do too much to set Sylvester and his team back. If it did, then, he wouldn’t be back that day, and she was fine with it. However, Geral’s car pulled into the lot, and the lights from his headlights illuminated the semi-dim house, alerting her of his arrival. The moment she sensed his presence, she turned toward the door. The knob twisted, and then Sylvester stepped in. “Hi, Emily,” Geral waved as he put his car into reverse. Emily waved back and gave a quick smile as he pul
Chapter 65
Most of them still had the shock frozen on their faces – the victims. Usually, in situations like these, you do not get rescued. Each of them had already sealed their fate. Either their organs were going to be harvested, or they were going to be forced into a lifetime of servitude (mostly sexual and drug related). It was staple that when you went missing, you never returned. And yet, here were some men promising them that they would be returned to their families as soon as possible. It felt surreal. Some of them that had made friends in their captivity clung to each other, not knowing what else to say. Braver ones whose tongues had loosened up, offered words of thanks to Sylvester and his men. Sylvester exhaled, rolling his shoulders. The mission was dicey…especially via the path where he had to use Otto as bait, but it had been a success. Gerald wiped his blade on a discarded cloak and gave Sylvester a nod. “So, what do we do with the clan leaders and their minions?” Sylvest
Chapter 64
The moment Sylvester returned to the group, all eyes were on him. The men could tell just by his expression that something had changed.“So…change of plans,” he announced. “We can’t afford a direct assault while the hostages are still in there. If we strike now, they’ll be the first casualties.”Geral folded his arms. “So what’s the new plan?”“We separate the minions from their leaders. If we get them away, it would be easier to escalate without the hostages being at risk,” Sylvester reasoned. “I don’t want anyone of them to get hurt.”Katherine shook her head. “You’re a better person than I am.”“I know,” Sylvester huffed.“And how exactly do we do that?” Geral inquired. “I don’t suppose we have any sirens here that can sing an alluring song or whatever it is that can lure em out, do we?”Sylvester’s gaze landed on Otto. “We send in bait.”The group exchanged looks, and Otto straightened his spine. “Uh…”“You, Otto,” Katherine almost chuckled out loud. “He’s suggesting we send you i
