2025-01-02 17:05:30At a waterfall pool cascading down from the peak of Kilhill Village’s mountain.
A man sat submerged in the icy water. His entire body, save for his head, was beneath the surface.
At first glance, nothing seemed unusual about him. But if one looked closely through the crystal-clear water, they would see his body floating, cross-legged, below the surface.
“This feels so much better.”
Marc Belmont opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. Not only did his body feel tens of times stronger, but his mind also seemed filled with countless fragments of knowledge.
A week ago, he had accidentally swallowed a green jade stone the size of a corn kernel, igniting an unbearable, fiery sensation throughout his body. Since then, he had not left the waterfall pool, not even once.
But today, something strange happened. He felt an immense, overwhelming power coursing through him. Simultaneously, it was as if his memories were restored.
Though he was physically and mentally healthy, Marc had faced one significant problem since childhood: other than very basic general knowledge and casual conversation, his mind couldn’t retain anything he learned.
No matter how many times he studied or heard something, the information would fade from his memory after just a few minutes.
Stepping out of the pool, Marc’s soaking wet clothes clung to him. Yet a moment later, they were dry, as though he had never been in the water at all.
“Are you Marc?”
Suddenly, a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit and tie appeared nearby. A small name tag pinned to his chest read Hendrix Gibson.
Behind him stood two younger men in matching uniforms, both alert and ready.
Marc squinted. “Yes, that’s me.”
“You’re coming with us to Cammont immediately,” Hendrix said, extending a letter in his hand.
But before Marc could take it, Hendrix pulled his hand back. “Ah, I forgot—you can’t read. I’ll explain it for you.”
The two men behind him chuckled. They knew their boss was mocking the young man.
In truth, nearly everyone in town knew about Marc’s peculiar condition. Coupled with the fact that he’d been raised by one of Wesley’s sons, he was an easy target for ridicule.
“Patriarch Wesley wants to meet you. But you must swear that no matter what happens, you won’t lay your dirty hands on him.”
Patriarch Wesley was the head of the Richmond family, one of the three most powerful families in Cammont. To protect him from Marc’s “illness,” someone had even drafted this written declaration.
“Tell them I’m not interested.” Casually, Marc walked past the group toward the bamboo house nearby.
“How ungrateful!” one of the younger men behind Hendrix shouted. “Is that what you want to say to the man who raised you?”
Marc was the foster son of Noah, Wesley’s youngest son. After Noah’s death, Marc had been sent here to be mentored by Helma, one of the most respected master healers in all of Lanshire.
“Don’t be so ungrateful. If not for the Patriarch’s orders, no member of the Richmond family would even acknowledge your existence,” the second man added.
“Don’t get cocky, Marc. The Patriarch just wants to see you. After that, I’ll happily kick your sorry butt out of the manor,” Hendrix growled, clearly irritated.
As if he hadn’t heard them, Marc continued walking without pause.
“How dare you! Are you forcing us to get rough? Gladly!”
One of the bodyguards strode toward Marc, flexing his fingers. His eyes gleamed with anger.
He had already been instructed to bring Marc in by any means necessary.
Gripping Marc’s shoulders, the bodyguard tried to slam him to the ground. But in the next instant, his brow furrowed in confusion.
He had used all his strength, yet this supposedly frail young man hadn’t budged an inch.
“Get your filthy hands off me,” Marc said, shrugging his shoulder lightly.
Even so, the bodyguard’s body flew more than ten meters backward, as though propelled by an invisible force.
“What just happened?” the second bodyguard muttered, squinting in disbelief.
He couldn’t fathom what had occurred, other than assuming it must have been some sort of trick.
“Trying to use tricks on us? Let’s see if that works again!”
He dashed toward Marc with impressive speed. Two meters before reaching the young man, he leaped into the air, fists clenched.
But before he could throw a punch, his body was also hurled backward, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.
Hendrix’s eyes widened in shock. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
Both of his subordinates were internationally certified professional bodyguards. One of them could easily defeat five burly men singlehandedly.
Dragging a frail youth like Marc to Cammont should have been embarrassingly simple.
But what he had just witnessed… was beyond comprehension.
Marc was no longer the same foolish child from ten years ago. Not only had he grown into a physically powerful man, but he also seemed to possess a sharp intellect and an unshakable confidence.
“Could this… could this be Master Tilcott’s doing?”
If anyone could create such a miracle, it had to be the master healer.
Hendrix now began to understand why his young master had sent Marc to this place.
Watching Marc approach the bamboo house, Hendrix quickly composed himself. “I must carry out my duty.”
As the Richmond family’s butler, Hendrix knew he lacked the combat skills of his subordinates. Confronting Marc with force was futile.
“Mr. Belmont, please forgive me and my men.”
Hendrix bowed deeply, his earlier arrogance vanishing without a trace.
In an instant, Marc had become someone he deeply respected.
“We’ve been incredibly rude to you. But I beg you, please come with us. I’ll be in serious trouble if I return empty-handed.”
Marc smirked. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to Cammont; he just wanted to teach these men a lesson about respecting him in the future.
At the same time, something came to mind. “Could this be what Master wanted?”
Marc had been having the same dream for three nights in which Helma told him to return to the city.
“Fine, I’ll go with you. But first, let me see that letter.”
“Of course, sir.”
Hendrix, visibly relieved, handed over the letter with both hands.
Marc studied it briefly before picking up a pen. Moments later, he scribbled something across the bottom of the page.
“All done. Let’s go now.” Marc handed the letter back to Hendrix.
When Hendrix glanced at the bottom of the letter, his face froze in shock.
“No obligation to obey the Richmond family.”
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