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Chapter_299
Nash’s heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly grabbed the old woman’s hand, his mind racing with concern. He had just been about to ask what was wrong when he realized with a sinking feeling that she had no pulse.
“My grandmother…” Melody’s voice broke, choked with emotion. Tears welled in her eyes. “She was on the receiving end of a Profound Grappling Slap, and she’s been clinging to life by sheer will…” Her voice faltered as she struggled to speak through the grief. “She’s been hanging on all this time…”
Profound Grappling Slap. The words echoed in Nash’s mind, and his eyes widened. He had heard of this technique, a devastating move that left permanent damage. His gut churned with a sense of helplessness.
He activated his Third Eye, focusing on the old woman’s heart. The image that greeted him was grim. Her heart was shriveled, blood vessels severely clogged. By all rights, she should have perished years ago.
Nash’s brow furrowed as he scanned her body, trying to find any sign of life he could restore. There was nothing. Nothing, except the faintest flicker of a heartbeat. With no time to lose, Nash raised his right hand. Seven golden needles, shaped like serpents, slid down his sleeves.
“Divine Needles…” Melody whispered, her eyes suddenly alight with hope. “Are you Master Calcraft’s disciple?”
Nash nodded, but his expression darkened. He understood the gravity of the situation. Master Calcraft, his teacher, had already deemed the woman beyond saving. Yet she had persisted, holding on for years longer than anyone had expected.
Melody’s face twisted with sorrow as she spoke again. “My grandmother’s life was in danger after the Profound Grappling Slap five years ago. My grandfather brought her to Tili Mountain, and Master Calcraft said there was no hope. But, when he learned she was from the Young Family Village, he agreed to extend her life for a while.” She paused, her voice breaking. “He said she would last three more years… but here we are, five years later.”
Melody’s grief deepened as she continued. “Her heart rate has been dropping for months now. Every time she uses energy or speaks, it gets worse. She must have expended the last of her strength today with the Lion’s Roar.”
Nash’s hands trembled as he tried to steady himself, but the Divine Needles slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor. His eyes were wide with frustration, and he knew that even his master’s extraordinary skills couldn’t save her now. The old woman’s heart had ceased to beat years ago, kept alive only by sheer force of will and Calcraft’s miraculous intervention.
“I can’t do it…” Nash whispered, his voice full of regret. “If I try, I might make it worse.”
The old woman, still clinging to whatever life remained in her, seemed to sense the truth. Her voice, barely a whisper, was filled with the last remnants of her strength. “Little Master… I can die without any regrets now, knowing I got to see you…” Her eyes closed momentarily as she gathered her energy, her words strained. “Melody… take good care of him… The Stone family… must serve the Young family… forever…”
And then, with her final breath, the old woman passed away, her body still, her spirit finally free.
“Grandma…” Melody cried out in agony, collapsing to her knees. Her sobs echoed through the room, the pain of loss overwhelming her.
Outside, an elderly man dressed as a sanitation worker stood in the shadows. A grim smile spread across his face as he pulled out his phone. His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable sense of satisfaction in it.
“Sir… the old lady is dead.”
“Are you sure?” came the response from the other end.
“Yes, I’m sure. Melody Stone is crying her heart out right now!”
“Alright. I’ll send some men over immediately.”
“Hahah… Sir, about the two hundred thousand dollars you promised…”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get your pay.”
The old man hung up the phone with a chuckle and returned to sweeping the streets. But before he could take another step, a powerful hand wrapped around the nape of his neck, lifting him off the ground like a child. Finn dragged him into the mansion with frightening ease, his face cold and determined.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere had shifted. There was no longer any time for grief. The gears of fate were turning, and things were about to get even more complicated.
Meanwhile, in the quiet of Young Gardens, Philix and Stellar sat before Christopher’s grave, pouring drinks and remembering the past. Candles flickered, casting long shadows across the tombstones as they silently honored the dead.
Philix filled his glass with a solemn expression. “Dad… give me another three years. Once I’ve calmed the unrest at the borders, I’ll do everything in my power to find the Klein family and avenge our family.” His voice trembled slightly as he whispered his vow, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.
But in the shadows, other forces were already at work. The past was not finished with the Young Family, and their enemies were waiting, biding their time.