Silent tears shattered against the lid of the box.
As it turned out, all the 'lucky encounters' she thought she had stumbled upon had actually been desperately orchestrated by her grandmother.
Her immense power, the terrifying reputation that earned her the title of 'Demon' in the eyes of the world...
All of it was a path of survival her grandmother had paved for her with her own flesh and blood.
Serena's throat was impossibly tight, her voice shaking violently. "If... she hid for so many years without ever being found by the Obsidian Sun, then why... four years ago... why did she suddenly die of organ failure? Why couldn't even you... or I... save her?"
The Old Man fell silent for a long time.
An expression of extreme, unbridled rage washed over his weathered face, mingling with profound sorrow and bitter mockery.
"The Obsidian Sun didn't find your grandmother because they were some omnipotent gods."
"Once us old ghosts vanish from the world, nobody can find us unless we want to be found."
"But... your greedy, brainless father killed her!"
His voice turned feral, gritting his teeth in pure fury.
Serena's pupils contracted, an icy darkness instantly bleeding into her eyes. "What do you mean?"
The Old Man sneered repeatedly as he spat out the horrifying truth of what had happened.
Four years ago.
Desperate to cement his status in Vaelion City and line his pockets, Patrick had been frantically looking for an in.
He was hell-bent on networking his way into a foreign enterprise known as EverLife Capital.
He wanted to ride their coattails and rake in astronomical profits on the global market.
EverLife Capital, as the name implied, was an organization supposedly researching life extension and immortality.
In today's society, people were willing to pay absolutely any price just to squeeze out a few more years of life.
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