Rotlitch arrived at Yen's house and since he couldn't drive in, he jumped the short fence and ran into the building. "Yen! Where the hell are you!?"Rotlitch searched the entire building but couldn't find Yen anywhere close by."He's not home." After a thorough search that revealed Yen wasn't home, Rotlitch ran out of the house again, dialing Kento's number rather than Kai's.He knew Kau was a family head and would be busy so he didn't want to bother him. Little did he know that Kai, after hearing Yen's words on the call, had also embarked on a search for Yen, and as such, he and Kento were on their way here."Did you find him?" Kento's first question after answering the call was asking Yen's whereabouts."No! He's not at home and I can't think of another place where he might've gone. Oh, the hotel," a thought popped into Rotlitch's head that died down as a result of Kento's next words."He hasn't checked in since yesterday." Kento interrupted Rotlitch's line of thought."And he certa
Far away from the city of Wewsa, a city millions of miles away, a twelve-story building stood firm on the main streets.The top floor was occupied by a seemingly ordinary old man but those who knew him knew not to call him 'ordinary'. He was anything but ordinary in the eyes of many. With white short hair and a beard, he looked old when he was just over forty.His emerald green eyes sparkled through the glasses he wore and over his left eye was a vertical scar that ran from his forehead to his cheek.Adorned in dark blue suits and sitting in this office-like room—which had a round desk, three chairs, and a large wardrobe—he inspected every corner with sharp gazes every few minutes.Crack!He heard a sound and his head turned in the direction of the crack.On one of the walls, hundreds of glass orbs were placed orderly in ten columns but varying rows that showed a certain ranking from highest to lowest. As the columns descended, the glass orbs became smaller.On the ninth column, one o
Yen had kept Grey alive and had locked him up in one of the rooms in Yen's main apartment.Provided with food and water before leaving and after returning, Grey had nothing else to do and so, he was asleep most of the time.Yen had no plans to kill him and only sought answers from Grey. Although he had a hand in Yen's precious death, he wasn't directly involved and so Yen had deemed him not worthy of the death penalty."You should be left alive at least until I've gotten all my answers from you. For now, focus on staying alive." Those were Yen's words before he left that morning.It had been two days since the battle and they'd already disposed of Bhulk's corpse. They'd been in so much of a hurry that after cleaning every evidence tying them to his death, Yen and the others had tossed his corpse into a river they'd encountered on their way back.They all knew it would take a few days for them to find Bhulk's body and so, before that, they'd announced the death of Dr. Gil to exclude Ye
Cang had just finished his talk with his father-in-law and family head of the Wuhan family and so, he decided to have a short tour around the central building out of habit before he'd return to the embrace of his captivating wife.As he walked through the different paths in the building, he sighted a lady a few meters from him going through one of the forked paths.Her figure was even more graceful compared to his wife and he didn't need to behold her facial features to know she easily surpassed Qing Wuhan in terms of beauty.Just looking at her from behind was enough to steal his heart which already belonged to Qing.As she took the turn, he had a brief second to see her face though partly—jade-like skin without blemishes, a beautifully shaped nose and lips he could already tell were softer than his wife's—and he felt like he'd fallen through a trance. 'What the hell?'He hastened his steps as he planned to get a better view of her but by the time he arrived at the forked path, he wa
After indulging in a lengthy slumber, Yen awoke to find imprints etched onto his face from prolonged contact with the crumpled bed sheet he had been too lethargic to rearrange before drifting off to sleep.Reinvigorated by the rest, Yen emerged from his room, his curiosity about the time momentarily disregarded. As he stepped outside his abode, the sight that greeted him was captivating.The heavens above were gradually dimming, signaling the imminent approach of nightfall. A realization dawned upon Yen, prompting him to ponder the current hour. Instead of consulting a timepiece, Yen directed his query to his personal system.{The hour is past nine.}Perplexity gripped Yen. "Wait, what? I was supposed to be asleep by nine!"{You were indeed in slumber by precisely nine. Would that not qualify?} The retort from Stem was laced with a hint of sarcasm.A sigh escaped Yen's lips, his footsteps retracing his path back into the building. {Is that all you've got?} Stem's voice was rife with i
Emerging from his abode and securely locking the door in his wake, Yen embarked on a departure from the edifice he had procured and christened as his dwelling.A span of over a week had witnessed his residence being more than just a mere acquisition; though he didn't constantly inhabit its interiors, the nights he had spent within its confines exceeded the instances he had chosen to rest elsewhere since becoming the proprietor.Stepping away from the structure and achieving a certain distance, Yen pivoted, casting a lingering gaze upon his abode. The tableau before him was an exquisite composition—a symphony of flowers flourishing on either flank of the two-story domicile, a walkway meticulously paved with crimson bricks extending from the entrance, meandering to the parking area, and finally culminating at the gateway. Amid this picturesque setting, the resonant voice of Stem resounded within his thoughts.{This vista is truly captivating, a commendable achievement on your part,} Ste
The funeral concluded on a solemn note, and Yen embarked on his journey homeward, the remnants of his earlier frustration lingering despite the events of the day.Upon reaching his apartment, he effortlessly accessed the gated entrance using the remote control ever-present in his possession."A convenient feature," he mused, a fractional easing of his vexation.Navigating the car within the compound, he watched the gate seal behind him, his vehicle now occupying the spot designated for his previous one.Gazing at the sleek contours of his new car, a burgeoning sense of elation pervaded him, steadily washing away his lingering annoyance.Then, Stem's voice interjected. {Don't forget about the requisite car documentation. Dodging today's situation might have worked, but unless you act now, you'll perpetually procrastinate.}"I'll tackle that later. I'm too drained to head out again."Ding!The sound, once heard a few days prior, resounded anew.[A New Mission has materialized.Mission:
The pill production area buzzed with controlled chaos, illuminated by the dim glow of overhead lights. Rows of cauldrons lined the room, each one poised to orchestrate a symphony of chemical transformations. The rhythmic hum of machinery and the scent of potent ingredients intermingled in the air.Yen's fingers deftly navigated the control panel, his motions precise and efficient. A flick of the switch initiated a surge of electricity that coursed through the veins of the cauldrons, rousing them to life.With the power activated, Yen's synchronization with Stem commenced. Their mental harmony facilitated the seamless progression of tasks. Equipped with a meticulously prepared concoction, Yen's swift movements resonated with purpose.Fluidly, he poured the amalgamated mixture into the diminutive cauldrons, resembling kettle-like vessels. Despite their narrow openings, these cauldrons blossomed wider at the base, their stout stature accentuated by vertical handles that flanked opposing