Terrified to the Core

The members of the House of Zhao were so terrified their legs gave out, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a long while.

Sean Hayes said, "These corpses may be rebels, but they were originally Zhao Clan Guards—your own soldiers. It's only right that you handle the cleanup yourselves. No asking other townsfolk for help. Oh, and by the way, the bodies of Charles Zhao, the House Patriarch, and Justin Zhao are right in front of the Magistrate's Mansion—the two headless corpses. You can clean those up yourselves. By order of Prince Alexander Hayes, you must finish disposing of the bodies before nightfall and thoroughly clean the area. No trace of blood is to remain."

With that, Sean Hayes dusted himself off and walked away. The members of the House of Zhao stared at the sea of corpses, finally understanding what true, absolute power meant.

In the face of Alexander Hayes's overwhelming power, all the local bullies were nothing—they were beaten down so hard, they might as well have been worms.

The Zhao clan members dared not defy Alexander Hayes’s orders. They had no choice but to rally everyone and start moving the corpses.

There were tens of thousands of bodies—a truly shocking number. The House of Zhao had lost too many of their own guards, and with so few hands left, even the servants and attendants weren’t enough to move all the corpses in a single day. So the clan members themselves had to get involved.

One by one, the pampered young masters—usually living in luxury—had no choice but to roll up their sleeves and join the grisly task of moving corpses.

Bodies with missing limbs, faces crushed beyond recognition, half a face blown apart by bullets... The gruesome sights made the Zhao family’s young masters tremble as they worked, vomiting as they moved each corpse. Fear grew in their hearts with every step—they couldn’t help but wonder just how terrifying this new Prince Alexander Hayes really was!

Alexander Hayes’s order was clear: all bodies must be cleared and the grounds cleaned before nightfall.

After half a day of moving bodies, the House of Zhao was scared out of their wits. No one dared to disobey; every last one of them gave it their all, desperate to finish before dark. Nobody even considered asking other townsfolk for help—they were terrified that if they failed, Prince Alexander Hayes would lose his temper and slaughter them too.

Before nightfall, the entire House of Zhao pulled together, finally transporting all the corpses to the outskirts, digging a massive pit to bury them. The plaza and road in front of the Magistrate’s Mansion were scrubbed spotless—so clean not a trace of blood remained.

Once the work was done, every member of the Zhao clan gathered nervously at the gates of the Magistrate’s Mansion, awaiting Prince Alexander Hayes’s verdict.

Every heart was filled with dread, terrified that disaster would strike them next.

For nearly a century, the House of Zhao had ruled Anchester like local tyrants, thinking themselves untouchable. No one expected that one day, a war god would descend from the heavens and crush the power they’d spent generations building. And now, the survivors—every last member—had their rebellious spirit snuffed out, just from the ordeal of moving corpses.

Just as everyone was trembling with anxiety, the doors to the Magistrate’s Mansion swung open.

Sean Hayes, General of the Firestorm Battalion, strode out first. Then, from within the gates, emerged a man radiating a chilling, murderous aura—none other than Prince Alexander Hayes himself!

Alexander Hayes’s presence exuded the dominance of a true king, making the pampered Zhao clan tremble uncontrollably. They’d lived in comfort so long, none of them had ever encountered such commanding, battle-hardened nobility.

That fierce, murderous aura sent shivers straight to the Zhao clan’s core. Instinctively, every last one of them dropped to their knees, not daring to lift their heads.

Alexander Hayes looked over the kneeling Zhao clan, then at the spotless plaza and street. His expression was cold and merciless as he spoke: