Chapter 3 003

Korvian was still thinking about the Goddess of Boundless Prosperity’s message. Gaining more blessings would be extremely useful, but making people believe in the old gods again would not be easy in this faithless era.

“What are you thinking about so deeply?” Matron Sylvana asked, noticing his distant expression.

“I’m thinking of ways to make people believe in the gods again,” Korvian answered honestly. He knew the old woman might offer valuable insight.

Matron Sylvana sighed. “It is difficult in these times. My suggestion is to help those who are desperate and suffering. Show them kindness first, then speak of the gods. You can start with places like this orphanage. But never force belief — it must come from the heart.”

Korvian nodded. Before he could reply, his phone suddenly rang.

He frowned when he saw the caller ID.

Mirelle.

Strange. She rarely called him during work hours.

As soon as he answered, a cold, unfamiliar male voice spoke:

“If you want your wife to live, come alone to the abandoned bridge at the border between Velkaryn and Shadewood districts.”

The call ended abruptly.

Korvian’s grip tightened around the phone. His mind raced. Kidnapping? This was the first time someone had gone this far. Previously, it had only been mockery and sabotage.

“Is this Sylthar’s doing? Or the same people who killed my mother?”

He didn’t have time to dwell on it.

“Matron Sylvana, I’m sorry but I must leave immediately,” Korvian said, slipping the phone into his pocket. “Something urgent has come up.”

“Go. I’ll take care of the children and the food. Be careful, Korvian.”

He bid farewell to the children and left the orphanage. Garrick, the truck driver, could only watch in confusion as Korvian sped away on his old scooter.

Thirty minutes later, Korvian arrived at the desolate abandoned bridge.

A group of men was already waiting. They smirked when they saw him approaching alone.

“He actually came by himself,” a bald, muscular man laughed.

“Perfect. This will be over quickly,” said another with a prominent scar on his lip.

Korvian got off his scooter and scanned the ten bulky men. He immediately realized the truth.

“Where is my wife?” he asked calmly.

“You don’t need to worry about her,” the bald man sneered. “You’re the one who’s going to die today.”

In an instant, all ten men charged at him.

But the result was completely different from what they expected.

['Wrathforged Hands' has been activated!]

450 Destiny Shards consumed.

Duration remaining: 59 minutes.

The first thug who reached Korvian was sent flying with a single punch. His ribs shattered audibly as he crashed into the bridge’s concrete barrier. Two more followed, their bodies slamming hard enough to crack the pillars. They coughed up blood and stopped moving.

The remaining thugs froze in shock.

“What the hell…?”

“This guy… he’s supposed to be the weak young master!”

Korvian cracked his knuckles, a cold smile forming on his face. Years of pretending to be useless had hidden the martial arts foundation he had secretly built. Combined with the Twin Sovereigns’ blessing, his strength had become terrifying.

The man carrying a gun stepped back. “This is impossible! The intel said he was trash who couldn’t even fight back!”

“You think you can run?” Korvian’s voice was low and dangerous.

He moved like a shadow. Before the thugs could react, two more were sent flying, their faces deformed from the impact. The rest tried to flee in panic.

“Monster! He must have made a deal with a demon!”

Korvian laughed. “The gods who blessed me would be offended by that.”

[The God of Eternal Moments agrees with your words.]

[The Twin Sovereigns of Retribution are satisfied with how you use their gift.]

The remaining thug pointed his gun at his own head with trembling hands and pulled the trigger before Korvian could stop him.

A loud gunshot echoed across the bridge.

“Truly loyal,” Korvian muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

He looked at the surviving but heavily injured men. They wouldn’t talk easily. Instead, he removed a small hidden camera from his collar and attached it to one of the unconscious thugs’ shirts.

“I bought this on the way here just in case. Looks like it was a good decision.”

[Elyndor, God of Creation and Forging, applauds your foresight.]

Korvian looked up. “Lord Elyndor… would you be willing to bless me with something useful?”

The system remained silent for a moment.

[Elyndor finds you interesting but says you have not yet earned his favor. He has stopped watching for now.]

Korvian sighed. “One day…”

He searched the leader’s pockets and found Mirelle’s phone. At least now he could figure out what was really happening.

He stared at the bodies scattered

across the bridge, his eyes cold.

“Whoever sent you… I will find them.”