Jill Young always thought it would be the Black Death Emperor who’d kick off the new era—he’s the world’s strongest, undisputed number one on the Heavenly Ranking, with every government and military watching him. But now, this 'God' guy, quietly called the Heavenly Ranking Second, looks like he wants to steal the spotlight.
Not long after that video hit the Global Observation Agency Forum, the whole thing blew up. News outlets everywhere rushed to cover the terror attack in St. Petersburg. Reporters swarmed the scene, cameras pointed at the blood-soaked cathedral—now just a pile of ruins, its once-grand cross collapsed in the dust, a heavy omen.
“On December 17th, a severe terrorist attack struck the Cathedral of the Blood in St. Petersburg…”
“At the time, Russian citizens were holding an anti-war march…”
“Preliminary reports say 46 people died and 124 were seriously injured in the attack. Three Chinese exchange students were hurt and are being treated at St. Petersburg Central Hospital…”
“Sergei Kosolov is missing—his whereabouts unknown…”
Report after report flooded every TV, website, newspaper, and phone notification. With the Shanghai massacre barely behind us, the world’s nerves are stretched thin, and nobody in the country feels safe. The terror attack in St. Petersburg instantly grabbed everyone’s attention, sparking endless analysis and arguments.
And the world of the Chosen Ones isn’t any different.
The Global Observation Agency Forum was practically exploding—every second, someone posted something new, with opinions popping up like popcorn: criticism, sarcasm, agreement, fear, worry—you name it.
But Jill Young couldn’t care less about any of it. She shoved all that chaos out of her mind, and after a quick prep, she got herself a private jet to America.
The private jet officially belonged to a Hong Kong real estate mogul—who had ties to both sides of the law and deep connections with Chinatown’s syndicates in America. These days, he’s got no choice but to rely on Eternal Night. Thanks to their arrangements, Jill Young boarded the plane in style, armed with layers of fake identities. Eternal Night handled everything perfectly.
Jill Young had just one request: Don’t worry about how I’ll get back—just make sure I don’t get exposed the moment I step off the plane.
Abo thumped his chest: “Don’t worry, Your Majesty! I might not promise everything, but getting you safely to America? Easy!”
“Dad, don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. Mom, keep an eye on Jonathan—if anything happens while I’m gone, only you can save him. Cousin, stop eating that special meat. Try the method I taught you to balance your body and blood, and whatever you do, don’t mess with the Blood Pill.” Jill Young said her goodbyes: “I won’t be gone long, and I’ll stay in touch. Don’t worry too much.”
“Don’t be reckless,” her father said, gently smoothing Jill’s hair. “A wise person uses things, not the other way around. I don’t know how dangerous intelligence wars are, but I bet the enemy’s studied your personality and style. Those strengths can also be weaknesses. So be careful this time, and try to think differently—or you’ll end up being led around by the nose.”
“Yeah, I’ll be careful.” She took her dad’s wise words, waved, and headed for the plane.
A lot of people, Jonathan included, wanted to go with her—he even had a bunch of convincing reasons. But Jill Young decided to go solo, not because she wanted to play hero, but because she knew none of them could really help right now.
Maybe someday she’d sound the call for a final battle and lead everyone to crush their enemies. But not today. This was a covert fight, and their sneaking skills weren’t up to snuff yet.
But when Jill Young stepped into the cabin, she found a familiar face already waiting for her—looked like they’d been there a while.
The woman was flawless and elegant—it was Dream Monroe.
Jill Young grinned: “Knew I could count on my favorite sidekick! Dream Monroe’s sneaking skills are top-notch, and her spells are all kinds of useful. Super sharp, too—she’s a huge help. With Jasper gone, only Dream Monroe can really back her up now.”
But Dream Monroe raised a hand, coolly: “Don’t get the wrong idea—I’m not here to help. I just happen to be headed the same way. Whatever happens to you—life or death—has nothing to do with me.”
Dream Monroe was so blunt, but Jill Young didn’t mind. She just smiled and took a seat. Dream Monroe expected a snarky comeback, but Jill Young stayed quiet, totally focused as she flipped through a stack of papers.
She can actually sit still? Unbelievable!
“Hey!” Dream Monroe blurted. “What are you reading?”
“It’s my first time going abroad on my own—on Earth, anyway—so I’m reading a travel guide.” Jill Young shook open a brochure and pointed at the map: “So, you wanna experience New Mexico’s desert vibes in December?”
While Jill Young’s plane crossed the Pacific, in a lavish room, Patrick Zade was video-chatting with “God.”
“Excellent, really excellent—no wonder you’re the world’s number two, ‘God.’ So decisive and effective. Your video made your stance clear, and it’ll earn you plenty of political capital. Who knows how many people from Baghdad’s slums or desert bunkers will rally to your banner. But I’ve always wondered—since you’re a politician hiding behind religion, have you ever actually read the Quran?”
“That has nothing to do with our deal.” ‘God’ was icy: “You want war, I’ll give you war. Sergei Kosolov was the Zade House’s man in Russia—he’s out of your way now. So where’s my reward?”
“No need to rush—I’ve got it ready.” Patrick Zade tapped the rack of test tubes, now just five left. “Come to America and pick up your reward.”
“Don’t play games, Zade Scion!” ‘God’ stared him down. “You know exactly who you’re dealing with!”
“No need to worry—I’m not stupid enough to mess with you. We complement each other, and betraying you does me no good.” Patrick Zade’s eyes gleamed with ambition, like a wolf baring its teeth. “I’m calling you to America because the next target is there. After watching your video, I think it’s time. I’ll set everything up for you.”
“In America? Where exactly?”
“Come experience the desert vibes—in New Mexico.”
Report after report flooded every TV, website, newspaper, and phone notification. With the Shanghai massacre barely behind us, the world’s nerves are stretched thin, and nobody in the country feels safe. The terror attack in St. Petersburg instantly grabbed everyone’s attention, sparking endless analysis and arguments.
And the world of the Chosen Ones isn’t any different.
The Global Observation Agency Forum was practically exploding—every second, someone posted something new, with opinions popping up like popcorn: criticism, sarcasm, agreement, fear, worry—you name it.
But Jill Young couldn’t care less about any of it. She shoved all that chaos out of her mind, and after a quick prep, she got herself a private jet to America.
“On December 17th, a severe terrorist attack struck the Cathedral of the Blood in St. Petersburg…”
“At the time, Russian citizens were holding an anti-war march…”
“Preliminary reports say 46 people died and 124 were seriously injured in the attack. Three Chinese exchange students were hurt and are being treated at St. Petersburg Central Hospital…”
“Sergei Kosolov is missing—his whereabouts unknown…”