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Rise Of The Powerful Husband 140: The frosters
–Broadway Brothel–Located in the suburban area of Astoria is a very popular and run-down brothel where sex workers gather to get customers who desire pleasure, satisfy them, and get paid.In a developed nation like Astoria, Broadway is frowned upon by everyone; no middle-class family would be proud to find one of their own here because it ruins their reputation. A high-class family like the Froster family would definitely hate it if they found a member there.Today was a lovely Wednesday, and the business was booming. Men could be seen walking out of the run-down building with smiles on their faces, having satisfied their needs. Most women could be seen covering their faces and leaving, even with their faces covered, the bliss of pleasure was still displayed in their rosy cheeks.At the entrance of the building, several sex workers dressed in bikinis shook their waists, seducing passers-by.But also at the entrance was Jack Froster, staring at the sex workers with a puzzled expressio
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 141: The Frosters (2)
"Dad, I can explain, someone in there doesn't like me, that is why he called off the contract," Jack pleaded with fear and sadness in his voice.Bolton looked at him with an expression that seemed like he was going to strike soon. As there was no one else in the room, Jack became even more afraid."When did business start relating with those who like you and those who don't?" Bolton asked, clearly pissed off by the illogical excuse given by his waste of a son.He had wasted a lot of resources on him, even sending him to one of the biggest high schools and colleges, but yet, he still couldn't handle a simple contract.Bolton's eyes darkened, and the air around them grew heavy. Jack could feel an invisible pressure squeezing him, making it hard to breathe. He knew his father had a way with intimidation, but this was different. It felt otherworldly."You have one last chance to tell me the truth, Jack," Bolton's voice was low, almost a growl. "Why did you really lose the contract?"Jack'
Rise Of The Powerful Husband The Bloodcrest brothers
William and his teammates stared at the Bloodcrest brothers with all sorts of emotions, including fear and anger.They had realized their situation, and it really wasn’t a good one.Even if they were able to reach the exit without getting caught, they would still end up returning to where they began because they would not be able to escape.The realization made each of them even more startled by their current situation.“Haha, now that you have realized your situation, you should be obedient and just come with us willingly. If not, we will wait until you agree and then slaughter everyone else while waiting for your answer. But know that their blood will be on your head,” the Bloodcrest brothers grinned as they spoke.William gritted his teeth.“You bastards!” he cussed out loudly, unable to hold his anger any longer.“Keep shut, Mr. William. You are only alive now after everything you have done the last time simply because we have a use for you,” the Bloodcrest brothers barked at Will
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 143: Cerberus
–DEATH TOWER–Cerberus, a monster in Greek mythology, is believed to be the guardian of hell. It is a gigantic dog monster with three heads, each capable of controlling and using different abilities to deal with its opponent together. This terrifying creature is known for its ferocity and its duty to prevent the dead from leaving the underworld, making it a feared entity in many legends and stories.At this moment, a Cerberus as big as a two-story building was standing in front of Carson, letting out a deafening, hellish cry as the three heads collectively stared at him. The beast's enormous size cast a long, dark shadow over Carson, adding to the tension of the moment.“What the fuck, a Cerberus!!” Carson couldn’t help but curse his luck at this moment. Who would have thought he would be facing the guardian of hell? T“If a Cerberus is here, does that mean I am close to hell?” Carson pondered as he dragged his sword out of its sheath and took a battle-ready pose, looking at the Cerbe
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 144: Last hell
The king's Arena was still filled with a crowd trying to escape the event of the Bloodcrest brothers' attack. People were running in all directions, shouting and screaming in panic. At the same time, in the Hunter organization, a report about what was happening at the arena arrived, accompanied by another report. The atmosphere in the organization was tense as hunters quickly read through the reports, trying to understand the situation. Phones were ringing non-stop, and hunters were busy relaying information to their teams on the ground.Mark Grayson sat in his office, reading the reports. He was a tall man with a stern expression, known for his calm demeanor even in the most chaotic situations. His office was filled with books and maps, showing his dedication to his work. "What!!" He called out in a loud voice and looked up at the hunter in his office. "Is this genuine, or are you guys trying to play a joke on me?" Mark asked with a frown as he refused to believe the news he had j
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 145: Hunted
"Now is not the time to be hostile, Carson. Your sister and her husband are still alive and are being targeted by the Bloodcrest brothers. The faster we get to them, the safer they will be." Mark's voice was strained, but he managed to convey the urgency of the situation.Carson's grip loosened slightly. "You better be telling the truth, Mark. If anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay."Mark nodded, understanding the weight of Carson's threat. "We need to act quickly. Let's coordinate our efforts and take down the Bloodcrest brothers once and for all."With a final, intense stare, Carson released Mark and stepped back, ready to join forces against the common enemy. The battle ahead would be fierce, but together, they had a chance to save the innocent and bring justice to those responsible for so much pain and suffering. Carson still hasn't learned of the death of his brother.……….The King's Arena, once a place of joy and competition, had become a scene of absolute chaos
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 146: Broken barrier
Outside the King’s Arena, a large crowd of powerful hunters and soldiers from the Froster family had gathered. The air was thick with tension as the warriors stood ready, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. The Froster family was known for their strength and determination, and today they were prepared to face any challenge that lay ahead.Mark and a strange man wearing a white mask stood in front of the hunters, their bodies radiating a powerful aura that would make a thousand people bow in fear. The masked leader was none other than Carson, who wore a mask to hide his face and protect his sister further. Carson's presence was imposing, and even the bravest hunters felt a shiver run down their spines as they stood in his shadow.However, the leader standing before the Froster family was nothing compared to the hunters’. He stood shivering profusely, gazing at the huge structure of the Arena. The Arena itself was a massive, foreboding building, its walls towering high into the sky
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 147: Attacks
1 Hour Before The EarthquakeA man wearing a long suit and a fine hat walked in front of the hunters. He greeted Mark Grayson with a slight nod. He also greeted the masked figure he couldn’t recognize but could tell was as strong, if not stronger, than Mark Grayson."Welcome, Brandon Stark," Mark Grayson said, shaking hands with him."I came as soon as I heard your message, but I was already at a raid, which is the reason for the delay. I hope I didn't waste too much of your time?" Brandon Stark replied."No, no, you are welcome. It would be great if you can start deactivating the barrier right away; we fear the Bloodcrest brothers have already resumed their atrocities," Mark Grayson responded.Brandon nodded, looked around, and stared at the Froster family soldiers for a second before focusing on the strong barrier that prevented anyone from entering or exiting the arena."This barrier is a pretty powerful one; only a grandmaster barrier magician like me can deactivate it. But even w
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The world had changed, but it was slowly mending. The scars left by the apocalypse were deep, and the memories of those harrowing days would never truly fade, but humanity was resilient. Two weeks had passed since the hunters had emerged victorious from the Death Tower, and in that short time, the earth had already begun to heal.The sky was a clear blue, the clouds soft and white, drifting peacefully above a world that had been plunged into darkness for so long. The air, once thick with the stench of decay and the virus that had plagued humanity, was now clean and fresh, a reminder of the life that had been restored. Birds, absent during the apocalypse, had returned, their songs filling the air with a sense of normalcy that had been absent for far too long.The government, once crippled by the chaos, had reestablished itself. Leaders who had survived the ordeal stepped forward, determined to rebuild the world that had been nearly destroyed. They worked tirelessly, organizing effo
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William blinked as the light surrounding him began to fade, the familiar, comforting warmth of reality returning to him.The oppressive darkness and twisted landscape were gone, replaced by the cool air and the solid ground beneath his feet.He felt the weight of exhaustion settle over him, but with it came a profound sense of relief. He had won.As his vision cleared, William found himself standing at the entrance of the Death Tower, the same place where their perilous journey had begun. He wasn’t alone. Around him, the surviving hunters appeared, emerging from their own battles, their faces a mixture of disbelief, exhaustion, and profound relief.They were fewer in number—much fewer. What had once been a group of sixty had been reduced to a small, ragged handful. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with surprise and then, slowly, with growing joy as they realized what had happened. They had survived. They had made it out alive.Carson was the first to speak, his voice hoars
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William stared at the figure before him, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the twisted reflection standing just a few paces away. The smirk on the doppelganger's face was chilling, filled with an arrogance and darkness that William recognized but had never embraced himself. This was not just a reflection; it was something far more sinister. "Who are you?" William demanded, his voice steady, though the unease gnawed at him. "Why do you look like me?" The doppelganger tilted its head slightly, the smirk widening. "I am the Dark One," it said, its voice a distorted echo of William's own. "The force behind the apocalypse, the one who brought chaos and ruin to your world." William’s eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed in anger. "You... You’re the one who unleashed the zombies, who turned the world into a living nightmare?" His grip tightened on his sword, the blade beginning to glow faintly with the power of his blood magic. "Why? Why would you do something so monstrous?
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After venturing into the portal, the fate of all the hunters were left in their own hands. Each of them were sent to a new world to face a different challenge. A large numbers of the hunters died the moment they appeared!Some fought with their last bits of strengths, the zeal to survive pushing them further. Nevertheless most of them were unable to wrestle against their own fate. Some like Carson and Gregor survived. A lot faced unfortunate deaths, their fates ended! This was the job of the death tower after all. ....Mark found himself standing in a desolate wasteland, the ground cracked and barren, with jagged rocks jutting out of the earth like broken teeth. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, and the air was thick with the smell of sulfur. There was no sign of life, no movement, only the oppressive silence of a world that had been long abandoned."Where am I?" Mark muttered to himself, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. He looked aroun
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Gregor awoke to a world of fire and smoke. The ground beneath him was hot, the air thick with ash and the smell of burning flesh. He groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, his body aching from the strain of the previous battles. But as he looked around, he realized that he was alone.“Carson? William?” he called out, but his voice was swallowed by the roar of the flames that surrounded him.He was standing in the middle of a volcanic wasteland, the ground cracked and scorched, with rivers of molten lava flowing through the fissures. The sky above was a dark, stormy gray, with ash and embers swirling in the air like a deadly blizzard. In the distance, he could see massive volcanic peaks, their slopes glowing with the intense heat of the lava flows.There was no sign of his comrades, no trace of the others who had fought by his side. Gregor clenched his fists, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Where am I? What is this place?”But there was no time for a
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As the hunters leaped into the light, they felt a sudden, jarring sensation as if the very fabric of reality had shifted around them. The blinding brightness enveloped them, and for a moment, it felt as though they were floating in an endless void. But then, just as quickly, the sensation ended, and they found themselves standing on solid ground once more.The light receded, and with it, the warmth that had surrounded them. Each of them opened their eyes to a new reality—one that was far from the serene landscape they had glimpsed before. Instead, they were plunged into separate worlds, each one a twisted, chaotic reflection of the challenges they had already faced. And worst of all, they were alone.Carson blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was standing in a dense forest, but it was unlike any forest he had ever seen. The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the
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The robotic voice barely finished speaking when the ground beneath the hunters began to tremble violently. Before they could react, the floor cracked open beneath their feet, creating a gaping tunnel that spiraled downward into darkness. Without a moment’s hesitation, William shouted, “Into the tunnel! Move!”The hunters, their instincts honed by the countless battles they had fought, didn’t waste time questioning. They jumped into the tunnel, their bodies sliding down the smooth, obsidian-like surface as the walls blurred past them. The descent was steep, and the sensation of speed was dizzying, but none of them allowed fear to take hold. They knew that whatever awaited them at the end of this tunnel was the final challenge of the tower.The tunnel seemed to stretch on endlessly, the darkness oppressive and suffocating. But far ahead, a faint light appeared, growing brighter as they drew closer. The sight of it brought a spark of hope to the hunters—they were nearing the end.Howeve
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In the inferno purgatory, Willaim and the hunters heard a very loud shriek that pierce through the core of emotions and inflicts all sort of negative emotions, including fears. William quickly pun around, his eyes scanning the horizon for the source of the noise. The flames flickered and danced in the distance, casting long shadows across the cracked ground, but there was nothing else in sight.But then the shadows began to move.From the darkness between the flames, figures began to emerge. At first, they were little more than dark shapes, but as they drew closer, their forms became clearer. They were tall, towering over the hunters, with long, tattered robes that billowed around them like smoke. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but their eyes—glowing a sickly green—burned with a cold, unholy light.Each figure carried a massive scythe, the blades glinting wickedly in the firelight. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, their skel
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As William stepped through the portal, the world around him dissolved into a blur of light and energy. The sensation was disorienting, as if he were being pulled through a tunnel at breakneck speed, but it lasted only a moment. When the light faded, he found himself standing in a place that defied all sense of reality.The ground beneath his feet was blackened and cracked, as if the very earth had been scorched by an unrelenting fire. Flames flickered and danced across the landscape, casting an eerie, orange glow that bathed everything in a hellish light. The air was thick with heat, and the smell of sulfur and burning flesh hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe.All around them, the landscape stretched out in a twisted, nightmarish expanse. Jagged mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks wreathed in fire and smoke. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, their glowing currents radiating an intense heat that made the skin prickle. And everywhere they l
