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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Three
The private room was cozy yet elegant, with warm lighting that cast a golden glow over the table where Damien and Sophia sat. The aroma of finely prepared dishes filled the air as their conversation flowed easily. Sophia, however, carried a hint of guilt in her tone as she brought up the topic of her brother.“I need to apologize again,” Sophia said softly, setting her fork down. Her eyes met Damien’s, sincere and tinged with regret. “What he almost did—nearly revealing your identity to war goddess Serenity—was reckless. I’ve already reprimanded him for it.”However Damien waved a hand dismissively, his demeanor calm as always. “There’s no need for that. He didn’t mean any harm, and besides, it didn’t cause any real trouble.” His voice was steady, unaffected, as though the matter truly didn’t bother him.At that moment Sophia’s shoulders relaxed slightly, relieved by his response. “Still, I appreciate your understanding. War Goddess Serenity can be... relentless when she sets her
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Four
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the villa's sprawling backyard. The S-Class fugitive crept silently through the shadows, his every movement calculated. His sharp eyes scanned the perimeter as he approached, his lips curling into a grim smile. This villa, so serene and unassuming, was hiding someone he seriously handsomely captured. Since his brother lost his life in the same villa, he's going to do the same to whoever owns the Villa. For him, this was just another mission—quick and efficient.As his gloved hand reached for the backdoor, a sudden rustle in the bushes froze him mid-step. Immediately his sharp instincts screamed danger, and he spun around just in time to block a high-speed kick aimed at his head. Standing before him was none other than Serenity, the War Goddess herself, her commanding aura amplified by the intensity in her eyes.“You’re not taking another step,” Serenity declared coldly, her voice laced with authority.Hearing what Serenity j
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Five
At that moment the yard was eerily silent except for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. Phantom, still on his knees, stared at the motionless body of the fugitive, unable to fully grasp the scene he had just witnessed. His mind raced, trying to piece together who Damien truly was. Then, like a floodgate opening, recognition dawned.“Wait,” Phantom said, his voice trembling but steady enough to hold Damien ’s attention. “You… You’re the disciple of Grandmaster Maverick apprentice, aren’t you?”At that moment paused mid-step, turning his head slightly. His gaze, though calm, carried an intensity that made Phantom hesitate.“You’re sharp,” Damien replied flatly, his tone devoid of any pride. “But keep that to yourself.”At that moment Phantom’s breath caught in his throat. He had crossed paths with one of Damien master other apprentices during a high-stakes mission years ago. That apprentice had spoken of a younger disciple, someone even the Grandmaster held in exce
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Six
Hearing what Serenity just said. Phantom didn’t flinch, his reply rehearsed.“The fugitive was overconfident. I used his aggression against him and struck when he left an opening. It was a risky move, but it paid off.”Hearing what Phantom just said, Serenity folded her arms, her expression unimpressed. “You expect me to believe that? I’ve faced opponents like him before, and I know how unlikely it is to exploit an 'opening' against someone of his skill level.”At that moment Phantom's jaw tightened, but he held his ground. “With respect, Serenity, the report speaks for itself."At that moment Serenity stepped closer, her voice lowering. “And what about the voice I heard? The one that sounded familiar?”For the first time, Phantom’s composure wavered, his eyes darting away briefly before he recovered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Serenity. Nobody was there, remember the place was locked and everyone had been evacuated.”Serenity studied him, the silence stretching betwe
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Seven
At that moment Serenity clasped his hand briefly in greeting, gratitude flickering in her eyes.“Thank you for coming, Master George. Everything is prepared.”As they moved toward the medical wing. However Elvis knew his master must have arrived by now, his heart swelling with pride. This was the moment he had been waiting for—not just to witness his mentor’s brilliance but to show Serenity that he was someone who could be relied upon, someone worthy of standing by her side.He couldn’t shake the hope blooming within him: his master succeeded, it could change everything. Not just for Serenity’s family but perhaps for their relationship as well.Damien walked toward Serenity’s residence with deliberate steps, holding a small, carefully wrapped bundle in his hand. Inside was the rare herb he had worked tirelessly to acquire—a temporary solution to suppress Serenity’s grandfather’s worsening condition. He paused briefly at the gate, his gaze lifting to the imposing house. He knew ful
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Eight
After several minutes, George straightened and spoke, his tone measured. “The situation is indeed critical. His body is severely weakened, and the toxins are still present. However…” He paused, his gaze flickering toward Serenity. “The toxins have been suppressed, at least temporarily.”hearing what he just said, Serenity's brow furrowed. “Suppressed? How?”George gestured to the remnants of the herb Damien had applied. “This herb,” he explained, “is extremely rare and possesses unique detoxifying properties. It wasn’t a cure, but it bought us valuable time. Without it, his condition might have deteriorated beyond recovery by now.”Serenity’s assistant and Elvis exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier anger now mingled with confusion. At that moment Elvis hesitated before speaking. “Are you saying that…Damien’s actions actually helped?”George nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, though his methods were unconventional. He applied the herb with precision and understanding. I doubt many other
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Nine
Damien afraid home and pulled into the driveway, he immediately noticed Jessica standing near the door of the villa, her figure tense and her arms crossed as if bracing against an unseen wind. The sight of Jessica caught Damien off guard—this wasn’t a place she frequented, and given their history, he couldn’t imagine any good reason for her sudden appearance. As he stepped out of the car, her gaze met his, and he could see a flicker of nervousness behind her usual composure.“Damien,” she began, her voice softer than he’d ever heard it. “I… I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see here, but I wanted to talk.”Hearing Jessica words,Damien didn't respond immediately, instead locking the car door with deliberate calmness. At that moment his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning her for signs of trouble. The last time she had approached him with a seemingly benign intent, it had turned into a manipulative ploy. Still, he nodded, gesturing for her to continue.“I’ve been thin
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety
Damien had barely begun to unwind when the sound of aggressive knocking on his door shattered the silence. He glanced toward the door, his irritation mounting. Who could it be this time? he thought, rising from his chair reluctantly. As he opened the door, he was met with the familiar but unwelcome sight of his cousin Megan and her mother. Both wore smug, self-assured expressions that immediately set his nerves on edge.“Good evening,” Megan said, her tone dripping with false politeness as she brushed past him without waiting for an invitation.Immediately her mother followed suit, clutching a folder as though it contained the key to her victory.Seeing Megan and her mother entering the house without being invited.Damien's irritation grows even more.He couldn't believe the day he was having, from Jessica to Landon now Megan.However he closed the door slowly, his gaze steady. “To what do I owe this…surprise visit?”Hearing what Damien just said.Megan’s mother wasted no time,
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The sharp slam of the door was still echoing when Sophia’s heart sank.Her breath caught in her throat. She already knew.She didn’t need to guess. The second she heard the footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric, the weighty silence followed by a familiar scoff—it was enough.Her eyes slowly shifted toward the doorway, and there they were.Her grandfather entered first, tall and stern as ever, his walking stick hitting the tiles with cold authority. Behind him, her father, Mr. Callum, stood with a deep frown, arms folded tightly across his chest. And then… her mother—Clarissa Callum, perfectly dressed as if she hadn’t just stormed into a hospital room, her expression twisted with a mix of panic, rage, and exhaustion.Sophia’s body stiffened beneath the bedsheets.Clarissa didn't wait.“You see? You see what you’ve done to yourself?” her mother snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “We warned you, Sophia! Didn’t we warn you?!”Sophia didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened aroun
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty One
At that moment the bitterness in his tone cracked through.However Serenity didn’t respond. Her gaze was locked on her phone. Calm. Controlled. Almost too calm.That silence unnerved him.And at that point Winston father phone started ranging.Immediately his wise turned deadly when he saw who was calling.“Why is he calling him?” he asked sharply, though he already knew.They must have something on Damien.They weren’t just trying to reach him.Winston’s father answered the call, his tone sharp and expectant.“What is it?”A calm voice came through the receiver. “We’ve seen him, sir. Damien. He’s at Vespera Medical, alone. Fourth floor. Private wing.”For a second, Winston’s father didn’t blink. The words echoed in his ear like the sound of a loaded gun being cocked. Then, slowly, a wicked smile stretched across his face.“Very good,” he said, hanging up without another word.He turned to Serenity, who was still fuming from everything she'd just said about her grandfather, her engag
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty
Upon hearing Serenity’s quiet confession, Winston’s father tilted his head slightly, surprise flickering across his face. His brows drew together, the weight of confusion pressing deeper. “What do you mean it’s your fault?” he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. “What exactly happened that would make your father—your own grandfather—not want to see even you?”Then Serenity exhaled softly, her fingers curling around each other in front of her. Her gaze dropped for a second, as if grounding herself before revealing what had clearly haunted her.“It’s about the one who treated him,” she began. “The miraculous doctor apprentice.”Winston’s father remained still, listening.“He… he was actually the one grandfather betrothed me to,” she said slowly. “And I… I chased him away. More than once.” Her voice thinned with guilt. “I insulted him. I doubted him. I accused him of things I didn’t understand... and the last time I saw him, it was on a cold evening.”She paused, swallowing ba
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Nine
At that moment Serenity stood still, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her brows furrowed in disbelief. The room felt cold—not because of the temperature, but because of the weight of what Winston's father had just said. Her heart pounded harder as his words echoed again in her head.“Three hundred years…” he muttered, voice laced with rage and helplessness. “That’s what his body is aging toward. In hours. Not decades.”He was pacing now, his hands trembling, not from fear—but fury. “Someone… someone did this to my son. To a member of this family! They didn’t just attack Winston—they attacked our name.”Serenity clenched her jaw. Her eyes darkened as she watched him struggle to remain composed. She didn’t like Winston. She never had. But this… this was far beyond personal feelings. It was about blood. About legacy.And someone had dared to stain it.“No,” she said sharply, stepping forward. “This is unacceptable. No one—no one—touches a member of this family and walks away. An
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Eight
At that moment the ground cracked beneath him as London’s brother roared—his body, now soaked in dark red mist, pulsated with corrupted energy. The warehouse trembled under the weight of his aura.Without a word, he raised his hand and unleashed it.A massive gust of decay burst from his palm like a cannon—corrosive wind screaming across the air, devouring the concrete floor in its path. Metal groaned and turned brittle in an instant. The entire space darkened, shadows dancing like spirits trapped in a storm.Damien didn’t blink.With a soft exhale, he shifted one foot back, adjusting his weight with perfect calm. His fingers came together in a slow, deliberate snap.Snap.From Damien’s fingers, a soft flash of white bloomed—a pulse of pure light, warm and yet impossibly sharp. It wasn't fire. It wasn't wind. It was something far more refined. More ancient.The white energy stretched wide like a dome, meeting the dark decay in mid-air.“Boom.”The collision was silent for a moment—the
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Seven
At that moment, something dark clicked into place.One of the soldiers—the tallest of them—fell to one knee, gasping, his skin paling as veins started to pulse across his arms unnaturally. Another groaned, grabbing his own neck like the air had suddenly turned poisonous. Their bodies were trembling, but they didn’t scream. They only exchanged terrified glances, and it finally dawned on them.This wasn’t just any technique, this was Dark Prison.The forbidden technique. the same one their master—London’s brother—had once boasted about creating but had sworn never to use again.Their eyes widened in silent horror.He had done it. he was using them.Feeding on them, Feeding through them.The technique was outlawed within the military for a reason—because it demanded sacrifice of Life.It devoured spirit energy like wildfire in a dry forest. It didn’t care who you were. It didn’t care if you were the creator or the soldier. It consumed.However Damien watched quietly, his eyes cold and c
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Six
At that moment London’s brother stood still—his face frozen.His eyes trembled, his lips parted, and the disbelief gripped him deeper than any blade could.“That’s not true…” he muttered under his breath. “That’s not possible.”He shook his head slowly, like his mind was trying to shake off the weight of what he had just heard. “How can a nobody like you—someone not even recorded in our ranks—know the ultimate attack of the Special Forces?”His tone cracked with restrained rage. “This move… this prison technique… it’s only taught to the elite few. To the inner circle of the military’s special division. You shouldn’t even know it exists!”Damien’s expression didn’t flinch.“I know,” he said coldly again. “Because I was the one who invented it.”Again London’s brother’s breath caught. His knees almost buckled.At that moment Damien stepped forward, slow and calm. “You’ve done some tweaking—some interesting modifications. I’ll give you that. But the core technique? The foundations? That
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment London brother s suddenly let go of his leg, allowing him to regain his balance. Then he stepped backward, calm and composed, as if the attack had been nothing but a warm-up stretch.London’s brother landed on his feet smoothly. He straightened up slowly, rotating his ankle as he gave Damien a hard stare. His jaw clenched, but then a smirk broke through his rigid expression.“Well… not bad,” he muttered, his voice laced with restrained anger. “I’m quite impressed.”His eyes narrowed, not in admiration—but calculation.“You dodged my attack,” he continued, voice sharper now, “and you even caught it… cleanly. You didn’t flinch. That says a lot.”He stepped in a slow circle, boots crunching over broken crate pieces.“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked coldly. “No. I see that now. No one from this city—not even the top brass—moves like that.”He stopped pacing and tilted his head.“I know every single person that can do what you just did. Every single one of them.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment the man’s head bounced on the concrete floor—once, twice, and then a third time—an eerie silence gripped the warehouse. The blood smeared across the floor painted a scene so still and tense, they could almost hear the cold metal in the air.However London’s brother didn’t flinch, not visibly. But his sharp eyes caught every detail. The precision, the speed, the utter lack of wasted motion.At that moment his eyebrow lifted subtly.“That can’t be…” he thought, his fingers slowly curling into a fist by his side. “That’s the Twin Blade Technique.”He had seen it only a few people do it during his training in the Special Division. It wasn’t a move just anyone could pull off. It was a martial arts technique hidden within the high-ranking military, one that fused shadow movement and speed so flawlessly, it made the user seem like they hadn’t moved at all. But in truth, they’d already attacked and returned to their original position before the victim even blinked.Only a handful
