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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred
At that moment Megan’s tone remained steady, her confidence unwavering.She knew exactly how Damien operated.“When Damien gets angry,” she said, “he stops thinking, and start doing things rationally. He loses control.”She leaned forward, her voice dropping just a little.“That’s when you’ll strike.”London and Winston exchanged glances, their interest deepening.Megan smirked, sensing their growing enthusiasm.“Once you’ve secured the orphanage home and had it demolished,” she continued, “that’s when I’ll tell you how to handle him next.”At that moment London exhaled sharply, a smirk creeping onto his face.Winston’s lips curled as well.The mere thought of it—of Damien watching as his mother’s grave was reduced to rubble, of him breaking down from the sheer frustration—was satisfying.They liked this plan, they loved this plan.Because they knew—once Damien was drowning in anger and pain…He’d be completely vulnerable.Immediately London’s smirk widened as he tapped his fingers ag
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and One
Today was the last chance.That was why Elvis had rushed here without hesitation.He couldn't afford to miss this window.Because if the herbs expired, if their potency faded, then all of this—all of it—would be for nothing.But there was something else.Something that made his grip on the jar tighten.The only existing record of how to administer this herb?It was over 20 years old.An ancient document. A single entry.And the instructions?It had only mentioned one thing.“Three tablespoons. Administer all at once.”At that moment Elvis took a deep breath, staring at the three tablespoons of the herbal mixture in his hand.His heartbeat was steady, but his mind was Racing.Three tablespoons.That was what the record had stated. But the record had never specified what kind of sickness required that exact dose.That was what scared him.What if it was too much? What if it was meant for an entirely different kind of illness?But there was no time to second-guess.Damien had intended t
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Two
At that moment Elvis furrowed his brows, confused. The jerking should have meant something was wrong, but the pulse—steady, unwavering—said otherwise. Serenity, however, wasn’t reassured. “Elvis, what is happening to him?” Her voice shook with fear, her eyes darting between her grandfather and Elvis. “Why is he moving like that? Tell me!” Hearing what Serenity just said Elvis swallowed hard. His mind raced. He had been prepared for anything—but not this. Not this violent reaction. “I—I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice low but firm. Without wasting anymore time he quickly Walked closer to Serenity Grandfather, and then he checked his pulse. “But his pulse is stable. That means he's not dying.” “Then why is he convulsing?!” At that moment Serenity's panic escalated. And without wasting anymore time she immediately walked closer to her grandfather, and reached for his hand, but Elvis quickly pulled her back. “Don't touch him!” he warned, his grip firm. “This is part of t
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Three
Serenity bit her lip. She didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t want to think about him. But she knew her grandfather wouldn’t let it go. “Haven’t… haven’t I seen him?” he continued, his cloudy eyes searching hers. “Serenity… didn’t your fiancé come?” The word fiancé sent an uncomfortable chill through her. Damien. Even the mention of his name left a bitter taste in her mouth. She shook her head, quickly pushing down the emotions rising inside her. “No,” she said firmly. “He didn’t come. And the miracle doctor didn’t save you.” Again Serenity’s grandfather furrowed his brows, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. Then his weak fingers clenched the blanket slightly as he let out a slow breath. “That’s… strange,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His tired eyes flickered toward Serenity. “Why? How come?” He looked troubled, and Serenity didn’t want him to overthink things in his current state. “Father,” she said gently, reaching out to adjus
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Four
At that moment Elvis took a deep breath, his hands clenching at his sides as he struggled to find the right words. Then his lips parted slightly, then pressed together again as if he was hesitating, unsure if he should really say what was on his mind.However Serenity, watching him closely, frowned. “What is it, Elvis?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of concern. “Is something bothering you?”Hearing Serenity words.Then Elvis exhaled sharply again, shaking his head before nodding. “It’s… it’s been on my mind for a long time now,” he admitted. “And honestly, I don’t think I can hold it in anymore.”At that moment Serenity’s brows knitted together, sensing the weight in his words. “Then just say it,” she urged. “You’re making me worried, and I don't like it.”Elvis ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. “What I want to say… It might disturb you at first,” he said carefully, measuring his words. “But if you listen—if you really listen—you’ll understand where I’m comi
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Five
At that moment She let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying her own joke. But the moment her words landed, she noticed the change in Elvis’ expression. His face didn’t light up with laughter, nor did he play along. Instead, disappointment flashed across his features, so raw and unexpected that Serenity’s smile faltered.Then Elvis exhaled sharply, dropping his gaze for a second before looking back up at her, his jaw tightening. “Oh,” he muttered under his breath. The single word carried a weight that made Serenity blink in confusion.Then, slowly, his lips twisted into something unreadable, a mix of frustration and disbelief. “So that’s what you think,” he said, his voice quieter, almost to himself. “You think that’s why I couldn’t speak.”Serenity frowned, watching as his expression darkened. “Elvis, I was just—”But he shook his head slightly, forcing a small, tight smile. “Never mind,” he said under his breath, though inside, he couldn’t hide his disappointment. ‘So, that’s w
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Six
Not long after Adrian Vaughn arrived home, and without wasting anymore time he walked towards the heavy oak doors of the estate swung open as he stormed inside, his expression carefully crafted into one of deep frustration. Every step he took down the grand hallway carried purpose, each one calculated to make it seem as though he had endured a great injustice.At that moment his father, seated in the vast study, looked up the moment he entered. A single glance at his son’s face, at the way he carried himself, was enough to put him on edge.Without being told he could tell something was wrong.“What’s going on?” His father’s voice was sharp, laced with impatience. At that moment a realization hit him.“Wait! wait! don't tell me you messed this up, the dinner I arranged—didn't me you mess it up?”At that moment the weight of his father’s gaze was suffocating, the intensity in his eyes unrelenting. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to arrange that meeting? How important this o
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Seven
His son remained silent, shoulders stiff, knowing there was nothing he could say to pacify him.His father wasn’t finished. His fingers curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm. “I will not forgive this,” he declared coldly. “Not her. Not the man who dared to step in.” With renewed fury, he grabbed the file on his desk, flipping it open, his sharp eyes scanning the contents. His expression darkened further as he found the information he sought.A slow, predatory smirk stretched across his lips. “So, this is the company.”**At that moment Damien sat in his car, the weight of the past few days pressing down on him. His phone vibrated against the dashboard, and when he glanced at the screen, Sophia’s name flashed across it. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. He didn’t know if he had the energy to pick up. Too much had happened—too many fights, too many unresolved issues, too many things piling up in his mind. But after a brief hesitation, he reached for the phone and answ
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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
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three
At that moment the call rang once…Twice…Three times.Sophia could barely face the phone, her swollen fingers trembling as the pain throbbed up her arms. Just when she thought she would pass out from panic, the line clicked.“Hello?” Damien’s voice came through, steady and calm, but layered with confusion. “Sophia? I just got to the house. You’re not here—what happened?”Tears poured down her cheeks instantly.“I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…”Damien’s tone shifted. He straightened up slightly, brows drawing in. “What? Wait—what’s going on? Is it because you left the house? That’s why you’re crying like this? Are you hurt or something?”She whimpered, her voice breaking between every word. “Yes… I’m hurt… I couldn’t hold on… Damien, I—”Something about her tone didn’t sit right with him. Her words were strange, broken… too much like someone who was trying to say more than they could.Then suddenly, another voice came on the line.A deeper one, Cold, void of
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Two
The sound of the chair scraping back was subtle, yet everyone in the room fell quiet the moment London’s brother stood to his feet.At that moment the man who had been torturing Sophia immediately lowered his head and stepped aside like a shadow retreating from light. He didn’t need to be told twice—his presence was no longer needed.Then London’s brother spoke, his voice calm, low, but heavy with authority.“I don’t have all day,” he said, coldly. “This has taken too long already.”His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every word settled into the walls of the warehouse like the creak of metal under pressure. Final, Sure, Dangerous. Then he began walking—each step measured, firm, quiet.Sophia, barely conscious, stirred.She could hear the faint thud of his boots getting closer.Then she blinked slowly.Her eyes, puffy and red, tried to focus through the haze. Her vision was blurred from pain, from tears, from exhaustion. Her body trembled. Her hands throbbed in sharp waves, p
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy One
His fingers grazed the edge of a tool inside the briefcase, and he glanced at her one last time.“Then we’ll force the truth out of you. And by the time we’re done… you won’t even know what hit you.”At that moment the man opened the lower compartment of the metal briefcase and lifted out a small steel object—something that looked like a miniature armor casing. The sharp metallic gleam bounced off the dim light above, and for a moment, Sophia couldn’t even breathe.She watched in horror as he unsnapped the second layer. Inside, a thin row of glinting needles lay in order—longer than average, yet delicate enough to sink beneath the skin without leaving an immediate trace. He picked one, held it between his fingers, and ran it gently across his thumb as if testing its sharpness.Sophia flinched hard against the chair, but the ropes on her wrists only dug deeper into her skin. Her ankles burned with pressure. Her entire body shook, helpless and bound. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy
At that moment Sophia's throat felt dry, her lips trembling with fear, anger, and helplessness. She couldn’t even blink without tears threatening to fall. Her thoughts ran wild, crashing into each other like waves in a storm.‘If I say anything... if I mention Damien…’Her heart clenched painfully. ‘Everything I’ve been planning, all the little steps I’ve taken to get close to him—just to be the woman standing beside him—will never work out. If I ever betray him like this… even once… it's over.’At that moment she bit her lip hard.‘Damien will never look at me the same way. He'll never trust me. He’ll never forgive me. And if he doesn’t trust me, how am I supposed to mean anything to him?’Her gaze dropped to the cold concrete floor, then slowly back to the man still staring at her with lifeless eyes. He was waiting. Pressuring. Ready to pounce if she spoke the wrong word.Her mind kept racing. Even if I stay quiet… even if Damien does show up… this isn’t just street-level thugs anym
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Nine
Hearing what the man just said Sophia’s entire body froze.Her breath caught halfway in her throat as her eyes darted across the room. Her lips quivered, the cold ropes digging into her skin as her wrists trembled against the wooden chair. Fear seeped into her bones like ice water—she didn’t know what they wanted, or why this was happening.The man stood before her, shadowed under the flickering warehouse light. His expression didn’t change. Just cold eyes. Cold lips. Cold silence.Then came the voice—low and sharp like a knife slicing through paper.“You know London, right?”Upon hearing the name, immediately her heart slammed against her chest.Sophia’s head jolted up. “London?” she repeated, her voice a whisper of disbelief.Then, suddenly—everything clicked.Her voice turned sharp, but shaky. “So… London is behind all this?” she asked, blinking fast. “What is going on? What did I do to him? I told him—I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him! I made it clear!”She was brea