Nyra struggled to steady her breathing, still recovering from Leon’s grip.
Jake lay unconscious nearby, venom visibly disrupting his aura.
Sarah knelt beside them both, injured and shaking, but alert.
Leon stood over them in silence.
For once, he wasn’t acting immediately.
He was listening.
Nyra finally spoke, her voice rough but steady.
She explained everything—the battle, the Demon King, the gate, the escape, and the Void Shattering Realm masters who stood behind them.
At that, Leon went still.
“…Kaelen.” A pause.
“…Elyra.”
His voice lowered.
“They were there.”
A brief silence passed.
Something unreadable crossed his expression.
“…Idiots.” He exhaled quietly.
Not anger, not fully—something closer to loss.
Then he gave a faint shake of his head.
“But…” His gaze shifted to Jake, Sarah, and Nyra.
“They still did their job. They got you out.”
His eyes softened as they landed on Nyra.
“And you… you saved my students.”
Nyra didn’t respond.
She just nodded weakly.
Leon exhaled.
“Good.” Then he moved.
He stood over them again, hands glowing faintly with stable healing energy—but it was failing.
“…Impossible,” he murmured, voice quiet and controlled, but clearly concerned.
He tried again, refining the flow, re-routing the energy.
Nothing.
His eyes narrowed.
“My healing methods aren’t working. This isn’t standard injury or poison.” He glanced at Jake and Nyra.
“The venom is actively resisting suppression.” Then to Sarah, “…and your injuries are beyond immediate repair.”
Silence fell.
Leon lowered his hands, and a decision formed instantly.
“I can stabilize you.”
His energy expanded outward—not healing, but containment.
Space around the three began to distort.
Time slowed.
Breathing evened out.
Pain faded into suspension.
Jake.
Nyra.
Sarah.
Their bodies stilled as the technique took hold.
Sarah’s eyes flickered with just enough awareness left.
She looked in the direction where her child had been taken.
“Master…” Her voice was weak.
“Our baby… he’s out there… alone… probably afraid.” Her breath shook.
“Please… promise me you’ll find him. And protect him. Don’t let anything happen to him.”
Leon turned fully toward her, listening.
“I promise,” he said without hesitation.
“I will find your child. I will protect him. And I will train him. You have my word.”
Sarah’s expression eased slightly.
Relief, small and fragile, but real.
Nyra tried to speak, but no sound came.
Jake’s consciousness faded further into suspension.
Leon raised both hands.
The sealing completed.
A final layer of spatial distortion wrapped around them like a hidden pocket in reality—removed, hidden, a folded sanctuary anchored to Leon Stardust himself.
A private domain separate from normal perception.
No ordinary human could sense it.
No civilian would ever stumble upon it without understanding cultivation.
Leon exhaled slowly.
“…No one will find you here. You are safe.”
Then his gaze turned toward the horizon, cold and focused again.
Leon stepped through a tear in space—and arrived.
Silence.
Not peace.
Not calm.
Aftermath.
Bodies covered the battlefield.
Broken weapons.
Cracked earth.
The echoes of a war that had already passed.
His gaze swept the field, sharp and searching.
“…Kaelen… Elyra…”
Then he felt it—faint, flickering, alive.
Leon vanished and reappeared beside them.
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Both were barely holding on.
Kaelen lay on his back, chest rising unevenly, blood staining his robes.
Elyra lay silent beside him, but still breathing.
Leon dropped to one knee.
“Hey. Stay with me.”
Kaelen’s eyes shifted slowly.
Then he saw him.
“…Leon…” A faint smile formed.
“Good to see you… That means… the kids made it… didn’t they?”
Leon nodded once.
“They made it. But they’re in bad shape. Poisoned. Viper venom.”
Kaelen exhaled slowly, relief washing over his face.
“…Good… Then… it was worth it…”
Elyra stirred faintly.
“…Told you…” she whispered weakly.
Kaelen coughed, harder this time.
“Leon… I don’t think I’m gonna—”
Leon cut him off.
“You old bastard, how dare you think about dying. Stop talking.”
Kaelen let out a weak chuckle.
“Still the same, huh…”
Leon shook his head slightly.
“You’re not dying today. Not while I’m here.”
A pause.
Then, a small smile touched his face.
“Besides… if you die now, who’s going to pay me back that $9,000 you owe me?”
For a moment, even here, Kaelen laughed.
Weak, broken, but real.
“Oh, come on, Leon… it’s been over 200 years. When are you going to let that go?”
Leon scoffed.
“Yeah, it has been 200 years, hasn’t it.” A faint grin tugged at his lips.
“If I added interest to that, you’d owe me at least $20 billion by now. Maybe more.”
Elyra let out the faintest breath of amusement.
“Unbelievable,” she murmured weakly.
But Leon’s expression shifted again, back to serious.
Because now, he moved.
Power surged around him, far greater than before.
Golden-blue energy erupted outward—focused, precise, overwhelming.
“I’ll need to burn away some of your power to save you. This is going to hurt,” he muttered.
His hands pressed down—one over Kaelen, one over Elyra.
Energy flooded into them, violent, forcing life back into dying bodies.
Kaelen’s eyes widened.
“…You’re burning your own reserves— was well Leon stop!”
” Kealen, Just Shut up,” Leon snapped.
“Just stay alive.”
The ground cracked beneath them.
The air distorted.
Minutes passed, or seconds.
It was hard to tell.
Then, silence.
Leon pulled his hands back, breathing heavier now.
Kaelen gasped, air rushing back into his lungs.
Elyra’s chest rose more steadily.
They were alive.
But something had changed.
Leon stared at them. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“…Your cultivation… it’s dropped.”
Kaelen’s eyes widened as he felt it.
“…Dragon Peak…”
Elyra closed her eyes briefly, confirming it.
Their Void Shattering Realm—gone.
Burned away to keep them alive.
Silence followed.
Then Kaelen let out a weak breath.
“…Heh.” A faint smile.
“Still worth it.”
Leon didn’t respond immediately.
But he didn’t disagree either.
Kaelen slowly pushed himself up.
His body still trembled from the strain—but he was standing.
Then—
It hit him.
His expression changed instantly.
“Leon…”
His voice sharpened.
“You said Jake, Sarah, and Nyra were badly injured…”
A pause.
“They were poisoned.”
His eyes widened slightly.
“…What about the child?”
Elyra, now standing beside him, stiffened.
“Yes…”
Her voice was quieter—but urgent.
“They had a child with them.”
A beat.
“Where is he?”
Silence fell.
Leon exhaled slowly.
A long, heavy breath.
“…He wasn’t with them.”
Kaelen frowned.
“What do you mean he wasn’t—?”
Leon cut in.
“When they arrived on Earth…”
His voice was steady.
“The child was already gone.”
Elyra’s eyes narrowed.
“Gone?”
Leon nodded slightly.
“From what Sarah told me before I sealed them…”
A pause.
“She managed to get the child to safety.”
His gaze lowered slightly.
“She took him to an orphanage.”
Kaelen’s expression tightened.
“…An orphanage?”
Leon nodded again.
“She believed they were being followed.”
“So she made a decision.”
A pause.
“She left the child somewhere safe…”
“…and then came back.”
Silence.
Elyra closed her eyes briefly.
“…She made a hard decision…”
Kaelen let out a slow breath.
“…That must have been hard for her to do.”
Leon’s expression hardened.
“That means one thing.”
Both of them looked at him.
“The child is alone.”
A pause.
“On Earth.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Then—
Kaelen straightened.
“Well…”
A faint, tired smirk appeared.
“Guess we don’t have much of a choice then.”
Elyra nodded.
“We will go back to Earth.”
Leon didn’t hesitate.
“We find the child.”
A pause.
“And we bring him back.”
Kaelen cracked his neck slightly, still feeling the drop in his power—but his resolve didn’t waver.
“Yeah…”
“Let’s go find the kid.”
The three of them stood together—
Tired expressions
But far from finished.
Seventeen years had passed.
The world had moved on.
Wars ended.
Stories forgotten.
In a city known as Dragon Scale—
A place where modern life and hidden cultivation quietly coexisted—
The capital stood tall.
Dracosville.
A city of towering buildings, endless traffic, and people chasing their own lives.
Among them—
Was a boy no one paid attention to.
Jasper Crimson
A student at Dragon Scale High.
He wasn’t special.
At least—
That’s what everyone believed.
Jasper walked through the school gates early in the morning, a worn-out backpack slung over his shoulder.
His uniform was clean—but old.
Slightly faded.
Carefully maintained.
Because he had to make it last.
He worked three… sometimes four jobs.
Not for extra money.
Not for luxury.
But to survive.
Orphan.
That word followed him everywhere.
“Yo, look who it is.”
“Hey, Crimson—how many jobs you working now? Five?”
“Careful, man, he might charge you just to talk to him.”
Laughter.
Jasper didn’t respond.
He never did.
Not because he couldn’t—
But because he didn’t see the point.
He kept walking.
Head forward.
Mind elsewhere.
Because if he stopped—
Even for a second—
He might start thinking about things he couldn’t afford to think about.
Like why he was alone.
Why no one ever came for him.
Why he always felt like…
There was something missing.
Something important.
But he ignored it.
Like always.
Because he had bigger problems.
Like rent.
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Work.
And—
Her.
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The most popular girl in school.
Beautiful.
Elegant.
Untouchable.
And—
Jasper’s girlfriend.
Secretly.
No one knew.
And if Clarissa had her way—
No one ever would.
“Remember,” she had told him once, her tone calm but firm,
“no one can find out about us.”
Not because she didn’t care.
But because in her world—
Status mattered.
Reputation mattered.
And Jasper…
Didn’t fit into that world.
So in public—
They were strangers.
At best—
Acquaintances.
At worst—
Nothing.
But in private—
It was different.
Or at least—
Jasper believed it was.
As he walked through the school courtyard, his eyes briefly lifted—
And landed on her.
Clarissa stood surrounded by friends.
Laughing.
Perfect.
For a moment—
Their eyes met.
Just for a second.
Then—
She looked away.
Like he didn’t exist.
Jasper didn’t react.
Didn’t stop walking.
Didn’t slow down.
But something in his chest tightened.
Just a little.
Because no matter how many jobs he worked—
No matter how hard he tried—
There were still things…
He couldn’t fix.
Even though Jasper was an orphan—
He never let it break him.
Because he wasn’t alone.
Not really.
He had the orphanage.
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It wasn’t big.
It wasn’t luxurious.
But to Jasper—
It was home.
The children there weren’t just other orphans.
They were family.
Little brothers.
Little sisters.
And at the center of it all—
Ms. Myra Kingston
The woman who ran the orphanage.
Kind.
Patient.
Strong in a quiet way.
To the outside world, she was just a caretaker.
But to the children—
She was everything.
They all called her Aunt Myra.
Jasper included.
“Don’t work yourself too hard, Jasper,” she would often say.
But he always smiled and nodded—
Even though he knew he wouldn’t listen.
Because he had responsibilities.
Not just for himself.
But for them.
At school—
Jasper wasn’t just surviving.
He was excelling.
Top of his class.
Consistently.
Teachers respected him.
Even if students didn’t.
If things stayed on this path—
He would graduate as valedictorian.
His way out.
His chance to change everything.
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Late at night—
After work—
After studying—
Jasper would sit by himself, flipping through old newspapers and online listings.
Not for entertainment.
For opportunity.
Scholarships.
Prestigious universities.
Anything that could take him further.
But that wasn’t all.
He was also searching for work.
Better work.
Part-time positions tied to powerful names.
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Green Royalty Group
Green Real Estate (owned by the Green Family)
The Chen Family
The Wright Family
These weren’t just businesses.
They were power.
Influence.
Wealth.
Getting even a small job connected to them—
Could change everything.
For him.
For the orphanage.
For the kids.
Jasper leaned back in his chair, staring at one of the listings.
A scholarship.
Highly competitive.
Almost impossible.
He exhaled slowly.
“…I’ll get in.”
Not hope.
Not a wish.
A decision.
Because failure—
Wasn’t an option.
Not for someone who had people depending on him.