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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Five
At that moment Winston exhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “Which is something I don’t want, London. All our groundwork—it can’t go to waste because of a moment of anger.”London’s jaw twitched. He stepped away from the call table, his voice tightening. “I didn’t call you to be lectured, Winston. I called you because we were supposed to do this together. But since you suddenly want to play careful and wait for Megan like some obedient dog, that’s your choice.”Winston’s brows furrowed, but London didn’t give him space to respond.“You’re banking on what Meghan can pull off. That’s your leverage. You wait for that. But I’m not. I’m not playing slow chess anymore.”His tone turned cold. “Wait for my good news.”And with that, he ended the call.London stood in silence for a moment, the rage inside him bubbling just beneath the surface. He tossed the phone onto the glass table with a loud clack, his eyes narrowing.“This boy…” he muttered through clenched teeth. “Damien has bitten off m
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Six
At that moment Damien’s jaw tightened. The moment Sophia's words landed, something inside him snapped—but not in the way anyone else might have seen. His fists didn’t clench, and he didn’t raise his voice. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable, the air between them slowly growing heavier.He turned his face slightly, hiding the sting in his eyes beneath his lashes.Serenity knows now? The thought alone was enough to make his blood boil beneath his calm facade. She, of all people, didn’t deserve to know. She’d paraded herself like royalty, thrown orders like blades—and now she would look at him like some divine token, not a man. Not Damien.He exhaled slowly, forcing control over the chaos swirling inside.“Alright,” he said at last, his voice low, composed. “If that’s what happened, then... it’s done.”Immediately Sophia blinked in disbelief. “You’re not angry?”“I’m angry,” Damien replied, lips twitching into something between a smirk “Just not at you.”She looked away, gu
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Seven
London’s eyes narrowed as he just one stepped closer to Damien, each step echoing his fury. but he was still far away from him, His voice dropped, but the venom in it struck deep.“That’s what you get, Damien,” he said through clenched teeth. “For not listening. For defying me. For pretending like you didn’t hear the warnings.”He pointed to the grave again. “This will be your punishment. First your mother’s memory, then your breath.”Again Damien stood still. His fists clenched at his sides. His face showed no fear, no panic—just calm. Stillness. Something unreadable behind his eyes.However London didn’t care.“You hear me?” he barked. “You don’t deserve to speak! You don’t deserve to stand there like you’re still alive! You don't get to say anything—”At that moment he turned swiftly to the group of men holding sledgehammers.“Smash it!” he barked. “Level the grave—destroy every damn—”He never finished.A sharp gust of wind passed.Then silence, no sound of a struggle, No warning.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Eight
Damien’s hand was still faintly humming as he wiped it clean with a handkerchief from his inner pocket. No expression. No hesitation. He turned to the men standing around like statues, frozen in disbelief at Jefferson’s headless body slumped on the ground.“Get rid of him,” Damien said coldly, his voice like cracking ice. “And bring me Megan and her mother.”At that moment the air thickened with tension.“I want them punished,” he added, calmly. “Severely.”He didn’t raise his voice, but every man in the room felt the weight of his words.‘They tried to defy me… tried to use something sacred to hurt me. That won’t happen again.’“She knew how much my mother meant to me,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched, fists tight. “And that’s what they chose to defile.”He didn’t wait for a reply. He didn’t need one. The order had been given.Without looking back, Damien turned and exited the room, his coat swaying behind him like a shadow.The streetlight outside flickered against th
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Nine
At that moment Winston’s eyes flashed as he squared his shoulders, trying to bury the fear trembling through him.“You must be out of your mind,” he spat, voice rising. “Do you know who I am?”However Damien said nothing. His gaze remained steady, unreadable.Winston’s breath came faster. “The work of Serenity, the war goddess you seem to think so highly of… it belongs to my family,” he hissed, jabbing a shaky finger at Damien’s chest. “If anything happens to me, she’ll come for you. All of them will.”He took a shaky step backward, still trying to control the tremble in his legs. “I’ll tell my father,” he threatened. “You don’t even know the kind of power he holds. You think you're something? You’re nothing. Nothing!”Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but his expression stayed calm—disturbingly calm.“You shouldn’t make me angry,” Winston growled. “Now get out of my office. Leave!”Damien didn’t move.Then, with terrifying precision, he raised his hands and began moving his fingers
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty
At that moment Damien leaned back on the couch, the weight of the day settling into his bones. He glanced at Sophia who was still standing a few feet away, watching him with quiet concern.“I’ve had a long day,” he said, his tone soft but tired. “I think I’ll rest now.”Sophia nodded slowly. “Okay…Damien.”He gave a small smile, said nothing more, and headed toward his room.**Across the city, Serenity was pacing in her room like a storm trapped in a small glass bottle. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and her eyes flicked to the floor, then to the window, then back again. Back and forth. Over and over.She had removed her jacket and tossed it carelessly on the couch, her hair slightly undone—signs of a mind that had not known peace since morning.“Damien… The Miraculous Doctor apprentice…” she muttered under her breath. It still didn’t make sense.The image of him flashed in her mind. That cold stare. The way he had always acted like he didn’t care about anything. And
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty One
At that moment Serenity folded her arms on the table, her gaze direct and unyielding. “I didn’t call you here for pleasantries, Sir Bernard,” she said. “It’s about Damien.”Hearing what Serenity just said Bernard blinked, his expression shifting slightly with confusion. “Damien?”“Yes,” she nodded, not hesitating. “I need your help. I need you to talk to him. Convince him to treat my grandfather.”There was a brief pause, followed by a quiet chuckle of disbelief from Sir Bernard. “Treat… your grandfather?” His brows furrowed. “You mean, Damien?”“Yes,” Serenity said again, firmer this time. “I know it sounds strange, but I’ve confirmed it. Damien is the one. He’s the Miraculous Doctor’s apprentice.”That left Bernard stunned. He leaned back in his seat, eyes slightly widened as he tried to reconcile the boy he once knew with the weight of the title she just dropped. “That’s… that’s impossible.”“It’s not,” Serenity replied. “He’s the only one who can save my grandfather now. Please, I
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Two
Upon hearing what Master George just said, Serenity’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table as she held the phone to her ear. Her brows drew together, eyes narrowing like she had misheard. “Wait… what did you just say, Master George?”“I said Elvis’s medical license has been suspended,” George replied, his voice calm, as if what he just said was a minor detail.Then a sharp jolt shot through her chest. Suspended? Elvis? Her most trusted backup plan was no longer a card she could play? Her mind was racing. That wasn’t just a name. That was a key player—someone who could buy her time until Demian came around. “You suspended Elvis?” she repeated, slower, disbelief curling around every word.“Yes,” George confirmed without hesitation. “And not just his license. I’ve suspended him entirely as my subordinate.”At that moment Serenity’s heart dropped. she couldn't understand What was going on? “Why?” she asked, trying to steady her voice. “What did he do?”It was bad enough Demian
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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
