Chapter 228
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“Jeff Ashcroft p>
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The second that name slipped out, the entire Twelve Talons meeting froze. These people weren’t exactly new to killing–they’d taken down targets without flinching–but true power? They knew what that looked like–and this guy had it.
All eyes drifted to Norman at the center of the room. He didn’t speak right away, just gave the table a slow tap with his skull–ringed finger. Then came the nod, heavy with meaning.
He spoke, “Mornwick’s Legend, Jeff Ashcroft. That’s where the stories started–right here p>
He leaned in, gaze sharp. “He hit number one on the Astria Power Index before he even turned twenty. First in the history of the Divine Loom to do it p>
The room held its breath.
Norman’s voice dropped to something rougher, more serious. “The Six Wraiths told me themselves–if there’s one name in Astria we never cross, it’s his p>
Then came the real kicker.
“Two days ago, he showed up in Listin. Took on seven Pre–Transcendent elites from the Arbitration Office… and wiped the floor with them p>
“What?!” someone gasped, like they’d been sucker–punched.
A few jaws dropped. Nobody moved. The tension hit like a freight train.
Leander already had a solid reputation. People were still buzzing about that time he single- handedly took out Grayson and Tsaric on Glidewing Mountain. That fight alone was legendary.
Now, Norman was saying Jeff faced off against seven top–tier enforcers–and made it look easy? That was straight–up insane.
Sure, the assassin guild weighed the underworld. People usually didn’t pick fights with them unless they had a death wish.
Yet the Arbitration Office? That was a whole different league. They were shadowy, elite, and untouchable. Three centuries deep and never once knocked off their perch. Their roster wasn’t just full of killers–it was stacked with monsters. The kind that didn’t just break rules–they rewrote them.
And Jeff? He took on seven of them solo. Not just survived but won.
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Those seven weren’t your average powerhouse types either. Each one was a total mystery, with abilities no one could fully figure out.
For Jeff to stomp through all of them like it was a light workout? The battle at Glidewing Mountain was starting to feel like amateur hour.
“Word is, one of the seven pulled out some secret move–awakened the Doomlight, and he hit Transcendent Realm mid–fight p>
He looked around, his voice quiet now. “Jeff still dropped him with one punch p>
The silence hit harder than anything said before.
Everyone in the room knew what that meant.
Reaching the Transcendent Realm wasn’t something that happened every day. Most Martial Sovereigns spent their entire lives chasing that level, only to die without ever getting close.
Jeff, though? He faced someone who hit that level mid–fight and still came out on top.
Even Norman looked rattled. As one of the Six Wraiths, he was supposed to be among the best of the best. Yet in that moment, even he couldn’t keep up the tough facade. The look on his face said everything.
The reality was clear.
The guy sitting at the top of the Astria Power Index wasn’t someone to mess with unless he was out of his mind or had nothing to lose.
Jeff had already flattened seven Pre–Transcendent elites. One of them even broke through to the Transcendent Realm during the fight. It still didn’t matter.
He went down like the rest.
So really, what chance did the six of them have? Just a handful of Martial Sovereign elites clinging to old titles, standing in the shadow of someone who had already left them behind.
Norman let out a slow breath. “Let’s not kid ourselves. If things go sideways, none of us wants to be in the same zip code as that guy p>
He swept his eyes across the room, locking eyes with every face. “Targets are Yannick and Maeve. We cannot afford screw–ups. If Jeff gets wind of this, we’re toast. Even all Six Wraiths couldn’t handle him if we tried p>
No one argued. Not even Marrow, who normally ran toward danger like it owed him money.
Norman checked the time. His tone shifted back to sharp and precise. “Two hours. We move
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#Forened
Later that evening, Leander pulled up to Maplebrook Manor just as the last bit of daylight slipped behind the trees. He got out of the car, with Yvette close behind, both of them heading toward the front entrance.
They weren’t even halfway there when a guy came sauntering out with a girl hanging on his arm like she was some kind of trophy.
Leander didn’t spare him a glance. He wasn’t here to start anything.
Unfortunately, trouble didn’t need an invitation.
A hand suddenly shot out, blocking his path. “Well, well… look what the wind dragged in p>
Leander turned.
Of course, it was Trevor Levington–the same clown who tried to cause a scene on the plane.
That smug grin on his face practically begged for a punch.
Trevor scoffed. “You sure had a lot to say back on that plane, huh? I was ready to teach you a lesson after we landed, but it seems you were smart enough to disappear. Thought that was the end of it? Guess not. Small world, huh, bro p>
Yvette shot Leander a puzzled look.
Leander just raised an eyebrow and let out a quiet chuckle. He tilted his head. “Wait… you’re still not over that plane thing? What now–you want to settle it here p>
Trevor wasn’t the type to let things go. Anyone who crossed him paid for it–eventually.
He stepped in close, eyes locked on Leander. “D“mn right I do. If there’s even a bit of spine in you, let’s see if your fists can cash that mouth p>
He cracked his knuckles like it meant something, jaw tight as the memory played back in his head–Leander standing tall, threatening to toss him off that plane like trash.
Leander didn’t flinch.
“You? Want to fight me p>
He shook his head, unimpressed.
“Yeah… not seeing the point. You’re not even worth it p>
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Trevor’s face twisted, but he held back a snap and instead let out a low laugh. His fist raised slightly, poised to strike, when a voice called from nearby.
“Mr. Trevor? Why are you still outside p>
A graceful woman walked up, smiling lovingly. She hadn’t seen Leander’s face yet–he still hard his back to her.
Trevor perked up instantly. “Oh, Autumn. No big deal. Just ran into that guy from the plane. Thought I’d remind him where he stands p>
Autumn offered a curious smile. Back in Glenwick, she knew Trevor fairly well–well enough to tease him without hesitation.
As soon as she heard what he said, she laughed lightly. “Seriously? Who’d be brave enough to mess with you, Mr. Trevor p>
She turned to look, then froze the moment she spotted Yvette standing beside him. Her smile vanished in an instant.
As her eyes landed on Leander’s face, the color drained from hers. Her voice wavered, barely a whisper. “Leander… Mr. Leander p>
It had been nine months since the battle at Glidewing Mountain. She’d witnessed it herself- watched the chaos, the power, the impossible. And now, out of nowhere, that same legend was standing just a few feet away.
Leander glanced at her, lips curling into a half–smirk. “What do you think? Did I mess with the wrong guy? ”
Autumn swallowed hard, completely thrown off. Words caught in her throat. She had no idea what to say.
In Glenwick, Trevor was considered hot stuff. People gave him space–sometimes out of respect, primarily out of caution. Even heirs from prominent families didn’t seek trouble with
him.
Yet Leander?
Leander was in a league of his own. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ
Trevor might’ve been a big fish in a well–kept pond.
Leander was the ocean.
And Autumn knew it.
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It’s kind of weird. Autumn’s Frankie’s favorite –always the one in the spotlight, always above the rest. Most of them aren’t even on her radar.
Yet here she is, greeting this guy with actual respect. No sarcasm, no cold shoulder. Just… polite.
This guy’s not just rich. He’s something else.
D * mn… did I mess this up? Trevor wondered, trying to make sense of it.
Just then, three more people stepped out of the manor behind him.
Two men and a woman. All of them dressed sharp, confident, and impossible to miss. The second they appeared, the atmosphere shifted–they drew attention without even trying.
As soon as they spotted Trevor, they headed over. One of them spoke up, voice firm and direct. “Trevor, what is it this time? Starting trouble again p>
Trevor quickly straightened up, turning with a forced smile. “No, Troy. Just bumped into someone I know. That’s all p>
The three were Troy, Elias, and Emma.
Troy didn’t look convinced. His gaze slid past Trevor and landed on Leander.
No reaction or acknowledgment. He simply kept walking, like Leander wasn’t even there.
Emma and Elias, on the other hand, saw him right away. Their faces shifted–part surprise, part tension, and something else they didn’t care to admit.
Emma stepped forward first, her tone sharp and cold.
“I thought I made myself clear in Ravenridge. Why are you still hanging around Maeve?” she stated coldly.
“Maeve?” Troy frowned. “Emma, who is this guy p>
Emma didn’t answer immediately. She leaned in and whispered a few words.
Troy’s whole face changed. His eyes locked onto Leander, this time filled with something colder -intensity, maybe even jealousy.
“So… you’re the one Maeve hasn’t stopped thinking about p>
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