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As night deepened, the streets grew silent and nearly empty. Without warning, two figures silently landed atop the Ability Management Department’s apartment.

One of them was a sturdy man clad in a black leather jacket. He had a rugged, unremarkable face, with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes—likely in his late thirties. The other was a refined man in a white coat—handsome, with the same blonde hair and blue eyes, appearing to be around thirty.

The first was none other than [Lightning Wolf] David. The second was known as [Tragic Wind] Pete. The two exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously. In a blur of motion, they vanished from sight.

Meanwhile, Ronald remained immersed in the game world.

“What a magnificent sword. If it existed in real life, it’d be a legendary treasure!” Brushing green frost from the blade, Ronald gently caressed [Starmist], admiration shining in his eyes.

The battlefield around him was littered with the frozen corpses of magical beasts. The air was frigid, and the bodies were covered in frost, eerily bloodless.

With a powerful weapon, solid equipment, and considerable skill, he had leveled up quickly—now at Level 19, and closing in on Level 20. A few more hours of grinding, and he’d likely break through.

But suddenly, his heart skipped a beat—an anxious jolt he couldn’t explain. As though something terrible was about to happen. He’d felt this exact sensation once before—just before his deadly battle with Silver Wolf Lucia.

Back then, it had been even more intense.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ronald logged out of the game. He couldn’t relax until he understood the source of that ominous feeling.

In his room—decorated in a vintage style and filled with the faint scent of sandalwood—Ronald opened his eyes. He immediately circulated his Internal Strength. A surge of powerful aura burst forth as he scanned for intruders.

After a swift sweep of the area, his breath caught—then escaped in a sharp exhale of disbelief.

“Two Grandmasters? No… That’s not it—these are Transcendent auras!” Leaping out of bed, Ronald threw on his sandals and dashed out of the room.

At that very moment, the door burst apart—lightning crackling through the entryway.

“Ronald Tian—your journey ends here.” David stepped forward, his body radiating a murderous aura.

“Heh… So this is Cathay’s so-called hero, Ronald Tian? What a letdown.” Pete strolled in casually, sorrow in his eyes and a mocking grin on his face.

Facing the two hostile intruders, Ronald maintained a calm exterior—but inwardly, he was on edge.

Back in his prime, he wouldn’t have flinched at two S-ranked Transcendents. He could’ve easily taken down five. But his fateful clash with Silver Wolf Lucia hadn’t just destroyed his future—it had also crippled his strength. And as the years passed, that power continued to fade.

In this situation, going up against two S-ranked Transcendents could only mean one thing—certain death. Worst of all, Ronald couldn’t sense his beloved granddaughter’s presence anywhere.

If Mylene had been home, this battle might’ve ended in less than ten seconds.

‘This is bad—really bad!'

The real issue was that Mylene—their strongest fighter—wasn’t here. Which meant Ronald had to face two S-ranked enemies alone.

‘I have to buy time. It’s the only way!'

He didn’t know why Mylene had gone out, but he trusted she would return soon. If he could just hold on until then, everything could turn around! His eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall. It read: 11:25.

‘It’s already this late… Mylene should be back any minute now.' Ronald exhaled slowly, a hint of relief settling in his chest.

He turned to face them, speaking in an even tone. “There’s no grudge between us. Why are you here?” The sheer killing intent radiating from the two chilled him to the bone.

“You’re right. You haven’t wronged us. But someone paid to see you dead—so here we are.”

[Lightning Wolf] David clenched his fists, electricity crackling around them. “You’ll wither like a flower in the twilight.” [Tragic Wind] Pete summoned tiny whirlwinds in both hands. The usual smirk on his face faded, replaced by a cold, serious expression.

They had no intention of introducing themselves or wasting time with small talk. These days, everyone knew—villains lost because they talked too much. Besides, they had to flee Cathay the moment the job was done. There was no time to waste.

Ronald felt a crushing weight of pressure bear down on him. He’d hoped to stall them using words—his charisma had never failed him before. But these two weren’t interested in conversation. They were already entering combat mode.

A powerful sense of danger surged within his chest, growing like a wildfire out of control. Death loomed—closer than ever. For a fleeting moment, Ronald could almost see his own tragic death play out before him.

Just a short distance from Jade Flower Garden, four sleek black luxury sedans sat idling along the street. One by one, the car doors opened, and thirteen figures stepped out. They were none other than Vera 1, 2, and 3—accompanied by ten AA-ranked Transcendents.

“Half-Saint, I’m counting on you.” Vera 1 turned to the Indian man known by that title and gave him a nod.

He nodded silently, stepped forward, and came to a complete halt.

The others exchanged puzzled glances. Suddenly, Half-Saint’s eyes snapped open as he let out a guttural shout. In the next instant, a massive wave of mental energy erupted from his body, rippling outward in every direction.

If Yaeger had seen Richard’s ability firsthand, she might’ve recognized this technique. Indeed, it bore a striking resemblance to Richard’s own power. The difference, however, was clear—Half-Saint’s version had a far smaller radius and noticeably less precision. In truth, it was a crude imitation of the real thing.

Still, despite being inferior, it was more than sufficient for locating a target within a predetermined range.

As the mental pulse accelerated, sweat beaded down his face, and his complexion turned ghostly pale. Much like Richard’s own technique, this was a taxing ability—one reserved strictly for moments of urgency.

Silence blanketed the area. No one dared to speak as they waited, motionless, for him to reveal the results. Each second dragged by, stretching into eternity. Finally, just as he approached his limit—on the twentieth second—his mental wave locked onto a presence radiating an extraordinary aura.

Its intensity clearly placed it within the AA-ranked tier. It was almost certainly their target—Princess.

“I found her!” Half-Saint declared, his voice laced with excitement.

A wave of excitement rippled through the group. None of them had expected the target to be located so easily—and in under thirty minutes from deployment. This mission was turning out to be far easier than anticipated.

“There!” Half-Saint suddenly raised his arm and pointed toward the distance. Everyone turned to follow the direction of his withered finger—and sure enough, a graceful figure was approaching.

Though her face wasn’t clearly visible, they were absolutely certain—this was their target: [Princess].

Yaeger paused mid-step, looking confused—until her pupils contracted sharply. Panic instantly spread across her face. Without hesitation, she spun on her heels and bolted in the opposite direction.

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