Wang Chen had no idea that the city's great powers were in complete uproar over his display. He didn't know that the nobles were whispering about him in hushed panic, or that rumors of a hidden Golden Core monster had already begun to spread like wildfire.
All he knew was exhaustion.
After using One Thought Across the World, he reappeared in his familiar courtyard, the comforting creak of his old rocking chair greeting him like an old friend.
He lowered himself onto it, his limbs trembling faintly, and finally let out a long, quiet sigh.
The kind of sigh that carried not just fatigue—but release.
The chaos outside, the destruction, the death—it all seemed so far away now.
He leaned back, gazing at the fading dusk through half-lidded eyes. The smell of burnt wood lingered faintly in the distance, but here inside the dojo, everything felt… still.
