“James,” Sophia calls as soon as she finds him. She fearlessly walks to James Wellington, her eyes fixed on him with determination.“What do you want here? You are uninvited,” James responds, his voice cold and unwelcoming.“Really?” Sophia laughs, the sound echoing in the grand hall. “Usually, you’re the one always sending me invitations. I thought you invited me for this occasion too.”“What do you want here, Sophia?” James repeats, his frustration evident.“Return my family money, James,” Sophia demands, her voice loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear.“We can talk about this privately in the room,” James replies, turning around, hoping Sophia will follow him.“I want to talk in front of everyone.” Sophia stands her ground. “Please, return Everheart’s money, don’t make it become Wellington’s money.”James's face turns ugly, his expression darkening. “Your father put the money for Wellington. We are only following your father’s will.”“I remember my father saying the Wellingt
Three hours ago, Alex was still at the academy with Sophia.He was stealthily sending Sariel orbs to the Wellington banquet, recording everyone on the Wellington side. This information would be useful in the upcoming conflict between Eden and Wellington.To his shock, he found Tommy wearing a white robe like a holy person and entering the banquet.It was purely a coincidence.“Master,” Sariel added, “There is a 90% possibility he is Tommy, who sacrificed his own mother and possesses Livia the Demon. He is like the late king of Babel.”“I totally agree,” Alex nodded. “We need a strategy to fight the demon. On the other hand, we cannot enter the banquet. It is invitation only.”He looked at Sophia, who was still in the classroom. “Sophia, do you have an invitation to Wellington’s banquet?”Sophia returned his gaze with confusion. “Do you need an invitation to the party?”Alex suddenly realized, with Sophia’s status and beauty, no one would dare refuse her. She really didn’t need an invi
There are maybe ten thousand people outside the building, rampaging, but Alex stands alone in the middle of the crowd.Taunting each of them with all kinds of animal name.Yet, all the people cannot do anything to him.He is there, but no one can touch him. No matter how they try to attack him, he keeps smiling, mocking everyone. He has truly become the indestructible king.James watches all of this from the screen. It is already the second day since they took over the building.They are doing something like a praying marathon for some purpose that he cannot understand.He doesn’t know how far he can believe what Tommy said, but Tommy is already dead. Did Tommy really say that he once conquered the world and that Alex is from the future?James looks at the contract leather surface, pondering.After Tommy's death, will this still function? Do all he needs is just put his blood?On the other side, people are tired of hitting Alex, and Alex is also tired of entertaining them.It’s really
James found himself in the empty prison again, the stench of blood thick in the air, pooling on the cold stone floor around the lifeless bodies of the prisoners he had killed.The thirst for power had taken hold of him, a relentless craving that consumed his thoughts and actions, much like an addict's insatiable need for a fix.Each act of killing brought a fleeting sense of euphoria, but it was always followed by a desire for demanding more and more.The prison, once a place of containment, had become a butcher please for James.As he stood amidst the carnage, James glanced at his blood-streaked hands and then at the phone that vibrated in his pocket.The name "Father" flashed on the screen."What's up, Dad?" he answered, his voice devoid of emotion, echoing through the desolate halls."I heard you used my authority again to kill the prisoners," his father's voice crackled through the receiver, a mix of anger and concern evident.The sound of it brought a twinge of regret, but James
Alex stands on the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking down as millions of Sariel Orbs conquer Europe below.The Orbs handle all the brutal killing the beasts, replacing humans in this grim task. They work tirelessly and efficiently, almost a billion strong, powered by ancient technology from Babel.The Sariel Orbs are unbeatable, their presence a cold and unyielding testament to Alex's dominance.The wind whistles through the iron lattice of the Eiffel Tower, carrying the scent of smoke and the distant cries of a continent in turmoil.Standing atop the tower, Alex is recorded by the Orbs, broadcasting his live video to all places in Europe.The Orbs project his message onto screens everywhere they are.The broadcast reaches every corner of the continent, from the ancient cities of Italy to the snowy reaches of Scandinavia.The people of Europe, huddled in their homes or hiding in the ruins of their once-great cities, watch with a mixture of dread and fascination."Greetings, everyone.
"I know he will do it," Alex says, his voice carrying a quiet intensity as he hears about what happened to all the Everheart properties and the factory.He has been with James for decades and understands the intricate workings of his mind.He knows James will not stop until his dream is achieved, and he is willing to do anything to get it done. Even if it means harming himself.Alex’s aim has already been achieved: first, to separate James from Sophia; second, to get Tommy; and third, to destroy Wellington's good name so that no one will get close to him.With Wellington's power weakened and people refusing to rally under his flag, he will never be able to become the president of the world without the people's support.Rebuilding the property and factory are easy, but building a good name is hard."Remember to spread the bad things he is doing for everyone to see," Alex says, his eyes narrowing as he plots the next move."We still have Africa and many other places to conquer. Peace wi
The president is making a press conference at the White House. The room is filled with the buzzing of cameras and the hushed murmurs of reporters."To all citizens of the United States of America," he begins, his voice steady yet solemn, "we know George Wellington and William Wellington's deaths are a great loss for America. They were both great generals." The president pauses, his eyes reflecting a deep, personal sorrow.He spends ten minutes sharing his personal memories and close relationship with George and William, his voice occasionally wavering with emotion.After a moment of silence, he shifts to a more serious tone. "Now, after much thought and reflection, I believe this will be the greatest decision I will ever make."He looks directly at the press, his expression intense and determined. "I am appointing James Wellington as the Supreme Leader of the USA military."The room erupts in gasps and murmurs of shock. The air feels charged with disbelief."From now on, all military
"James," Livia calls out, her voice echoing through the dimly lit room. "You cannot win against Alexander if you don’t take drastic measures. Eden country has advanced technologies from Babel. They could easily overwhelm us.""What do you want?" James asks, his tone impatient.Livia looks at James, her eyes filled with determination. "I have lost to Alex twice. I don't think I can bear losing a third time.""Just tell me what you want.""I need more blood."James narrows his eyes, a coldness settling in them. "What can I gain if I give you more blood?""I have clear memories of Babel's technologies. If I give them to you, you'll know how to block Ariel. You can even create orbs like Sariel.""How many people do I need to sacrifice to get all that technology to fight Eden Country?" James asks, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a flicker of unease.Livia smirks and licks her lips. "A million people.""Alright," James says, his voice resolute. "But can you stop pretending to be an