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Chapter 176: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2 · Nov 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Past Catching Up 2026-11-05
152 Chapter 152: Left Alone 2026-11-05
153 Chapter 153: The Passport To The Past 2026-11-05
154 Chapter 154: The Passport to the Past 2 2026-11-05
155 Chapter 155: The Past That Refused To Be Remembered 2026-11-05
156 Chapter 156: The Sword Master and the Warrior Princess 2026-11-05
157 Chapter 157: Tension In The Air 2026-11-05
158 Chapter 158: The Uninvited Guest 2026-11-05
159 Chapter 159: The Uninvited Guest 2 2026-11-05
160 Chapter 160: Fragments That Bleed 2026-11-05
161 Chapter 161: The Patriarch 2026-11-05
162 Chapter 162: The Patriarch 2 2026-11-05
163 Chapter 163: The Legend 2026-11-05
164 Chapter 164: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2026-11-05
165 Chapter 165: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2 2026-11-05
166 Chapter 166: The Seed Of Doubt 2026-11-05
167 Chapter 167: Old Acquaintance 2026-11-05
168 Chapter 168: Rekindling Old Flames 2026-11-05
169 Chapter 169: Rekindling Old Flames 2 2026-11-05
170 Chapter 170: The Protective Brother 2026-11-05
171 Chapter 171: A Brother’s Suspicion 2026-11-05
172 Chapter 172: The Space Between Them 2026-11-05
173 Chapter 173: The Weight Of What Was Lost 2026-11-05
174 Chapter 174: The Weight Of The Past 2026-11-05
175 Chapter 175: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2026-11-05
176 Chapter 176: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2 2026-11-05
177 Chapter 177: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 3 2026-11-05
178 Chapter 178: The Morning After 2026-11-05
179 Chapter 179: The Scare 2026-11-05
180 Chapter 180: The Venom of Jealousy 2026-11-05
181 Chapter 181: Her Ancestry 2026-11-05
182 Chapter 182: Unspoken Claims 2026-11-05
183 Chapter 183: Liam and Amelia 2026-11-05
184 Chapter 184: Yannis and Lara 2026-11-05
185 Chapter 185: The Reluctant Surgeon 2026-11-05
186 Chapter 186: Her Doubts 2026-11-05
187 Chapter 187: A Walk With Yannis 2026-11-05
188 Chapter 188: The Forged Weapon 2026-11-05
189 Chapter 189: Amelia’s Defiance 2026-11-05
190 Chapter 190: Liam’s Apprehension 2026-11-05
191 Chapter 191: The DNA Test 2026-11-05
192 Chapter 192: The Weight of a Name 2026-11-05
193 Chapter 193: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2026-11-05
194 Chapter 194: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2 2026-11-05
195 Chapter 195: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 3 2026-11-05
196 Chapter 196: The DNA Test Results 2026-11-05
197 Chapter 197: Shay’s New Daddy? 2026-11-05
198 Chapter 198: Father and Daughter Moments 2026-11-05
199 Chapter 199: Lara The Empress 2026-11-05
200 Chapter 200: She Remembered! 2026-11-05

Meanwhile, A different kind of storm broke out.

Not in the skies. But online.

It began quietly.

A single post. Then another.

Then suddenly— every feed, every forum, every corner of the internet seemed to pulse with the same name.

Themis.

She had released a new piece.

At first glance, it looked like just another article—long, dense, almost academic in tone. But those who clicked out of curiosity found themselves pulled into something far stranger.

She wrote about a forgotten language of Azuverda.

An ancient tongue no one remembered.

There were no records in modern databases. No verified origin.

And yet— her post was meticulous, structured, and convincing.

She cited fragmented manuscripts, archived forums buried deep in the web, and obscure texts attributed to authors no one could trace.

Names that existed—until you tried to find them and could not.

The deeper people dug, the stranger it became.

”What the hell is this alphabet?”

”Is this real?”

”Why does this feel... familiar but unfamiliar?”

The post spread like wildfire. Threads dissecting every line.

Within hours, Themis was climbing the trending charts, clinging to headlines like a persistent shadow.

And just as the world began to fixate—

Another piece surfaced.

There was no name, no identity.

Just an anonymous upload. At first, people dismissed it.

Until they opened it, and silence followed.

Then—it exploded like fireworks.

It was a detailed map.

Labeled in careful strokes was a place no one had ever seen in reality—

Hevenfort Palace.

Corridors twisted like a labyrinth.

Hidden passages marked with deliberate intent.

Rooms annotated with symbols that some claimed resembled fragments of Azurverda itself.

The post came with a single statement:

”Drawn based on the descriptions from Themis’ work.”

That should have made it fiction.

An imagination, a fan creation.

But something about it felt... wrong.

It was too coherent and too intentional.

As if it wasn’t inspired— but remembered.

Threads ignited instantly.

”Wait—this matches the structure uncovered in Isla. The walls and the East Gate.”

”No way someone just MADE this.”

”Or... is this real?”

The internet didn’t just buzz anymore.

It roared because of two unknown creators.

No faces. No identities.

Yet somehow, they were building something.

Piece by piece.

And without realizing it—

Millions were already watching.

Waiting.

Falling deeper into a mystery that no one could yet explain.

...

What had started as whispers—fragments of theory, scattered posts, half-believed myths—had now become a full-blown frenzy.

And nothing escaped his notice.

The nameless man known only as X.

Not when it reached this scale.

Deep beneath layers of reinforced steel and silence, inside a chamber that officially did not exist, X sat in the dim glow of countless monitors.

Screens covered the walls from floor to ceiling.

Dozens. No— Hundreds.

Each one alive with information.

News broadcasts. Live excavation feeds.

Forum discussions scrolling at impossible speed.

Stock market tickers flashing green.

Every angle. Every reaction.

Every lie—and every truth buried beneath it.

On one screen, drones hovered over Isla Island, capturing footage of the ongoing excavation—workers like ants against ancient stone, dust rising as if something long asleep was being disturbed.

On another, headlines screamed:

”The Lost Empire of Azurverda—Myth or History?”

”Unearthed Clues Suggest a Forgotten Civilization”

”Are the Zuvels Descendants of Royal Blood?”

X’s gaze lingered there. The rumors had evolved.

They always did.

Now, they spoke of bloodlines.

Of power that never truly vanished—only changed hands.

The name Kromwels resurfaced like a ghost dragged from the depths of time.

An ancient royal family. Rulers of Azurverda.

Said to have governed an empire that endured for centuries before it disappeared without a trace.

And now—

The narrative twisting itself into something dangerous: That the Zuvels were not merely wealthy.

Not merely powerful.

But heirs to something far older.

Far greater.

X leaned back slightly, fingers steepled, eyes reflecting the flickering chaos of the screens.

”Damn It...” he cursed.

Because while the world chased myths—he watched the numbers.

And numbers never lied.

Another screen pulsed.

Zuvel Conglomerate — Stock Price: Rising.

Higher. And higher. And higher.

Billions flowed in like a tide that refused to recede.

Public curiosity had turned into market confidence. Speculation into investment.

And just like that—

A legend was becoming profit.

A faint smile touched X’s lips. He had seen it coming. Long before the first headline. Long before the first rumor.

Quietly, methodically, he had moved his pieces.

Orders given in silence. Assets redirected. Men deployed.

Land acquired, specifically—around Calma, a seemingly insignificant region.

Until it wasn’t.

Until Isla became the center of the world.

His gaze shifted to another screen—this one displaying a detailed land map.

Plots highlighted. Ownership records. Transactions.

His influence spread like veins across the terrain—

Carefully and strategically placed.

Controlled.

But then, he paused.

His expression dimmed.

Because there was one detail he had not anticipated.

One variable that refused to fall neatly into place.

”...Ares Zuvel.”

The name left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Almost the entire area surrounding Isla—

Didn’t belong to corporations.

Didn’t belong to the government.

It belonged to one man. to one family.

Ares Zuvel.

X’s fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.

He had managed to secure fragments.

Small portions of land purchased from desperate homeowners—people too blinded by immediate wealth to understand what they were giving up.

Fools! He muttered.

But even combined, they were not enough. Not when the core territory remained untouched.

Ares Zuvel was indeed a formidable opponent.

Because Ares would not sell, not a single inch.

And that was a problem.

X’s eyes narrowed slightly, the glow of the screens sharpening his features into something colder.

More calculating.

”...So you are already there,” he muttered.

Not luck. Not a coincidence.

That kind of positioning didn’t happen by accident.

Which meant Ares knew. Or at the very least, he suspected.

The room fell silent except for the hum of machines and the endless stream of data.

Outside, the world drowned in speculation.

Inside—

A far more dangerous game was unfolding.

And for the first time since this began—

X realized he wasn’t the only one who had been preparing.

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