The rain fell like judgment over the shattered district, washing streaks of crimson into the gutters as Marcus stood atop the wreckage of what used to be neutral ground between factions. The neon lights flickered through the mist, painting the broken streets in pulses of red and blue that felt like a dying heartbeat beneath the city’s skin. Word of the warehouse m******e had spread faster than fire in dry grass, and every Reborn in the underworld now knew one truth—Marcus Chen had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. He was no longer the uncertain man stumbling through awakening; he was a force that had humiliated Victor Zhao and survived a coordinated assault meant to erase him. The underworld respected strength, and what Marcus displayed was not mere strength but dominance sharp
