Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 136: The Government

Chapter 136: The Government

In the core area of Europe, the wind clan estate, the throne room

The grand throne room was built like a storm’s eye—quiet, imposing, and charged with tension. Massive windows cast sharp light across the obsidian floor, where runes pulsed faintly beneath polished stone.

At its center, seated upon a throne sculpted from storm-forged metal, was Cassius, head of the Wind Clan. His black-gray hair, like strands of mist, drifted slightly with the breeze that always whispered through the chamber, no matter how tightly sealed it was.

A bored expression sat on his face as he leaned his chin on a gauntleted hand—elegant, but laced with dormant power.

Before him, a floating screen projected two familiar figures: Liè, tall and sharp-eyed, arms crossed with cold disapproval; and Livia, elegant and composed, though her frown betrayed her unease.

Their silence was thick—until Liè finally broke it, voice edged like steel.

"Why did you get the government involved in this matter? Why drop such a mission in the Association Guild, fully aware that it’s under the government’s influence? You know those old men won’t let this go without digging."

Livia’s voice followed shortly after, calm but laced with warning.

"We agreed the world couldn’t learn the truth. Those fossils couldn’t lift a finger when we crushed the Thunder Clan, afraid to risk annihilation—but now you’ve handed them breadcrumbs about the boy."

Cassius didn’t move at first. Then he blinked lazily and shifted in his throne, the metal of his gauntlet scraping faintly against his armrest as he straightened.

"Let’s get one thing clear," he said, voice smooth yet cold, like wind slicing across a cliff’s edge.

"I am not your subordinate, Liè. You are not the emperor of this world, nor do you command me. I did what I deemed necessary."

A flicker of irritation crossed Liè’s face—the twitch of an eye, a tightening of the jaw—but he said nothing.

Cassius’s voice carried on, calm but edged with restrained power.

"And I’m not a fool. The boy now... is not the same as when the Thunder Clan still stood. Something’s changed. I can feel it."

"You’re concerned about exposure?" he continued, now rising from his throne. "Then you should have done your homework."

He gestured slightly, and another screen appeared, flashing static as it cycled through blank records and dead links.

"There’s nothing about him in any global database. It’s like someone wiped his existence clean. Most outside our continent don’t even know he existed.

And we know the only one who can achieve that,

And the world only remembers that the Thunder Clan had three children. The youngest? A ghost. A rumor at best."

Livia narrowed her eyes, thoughtful. Liè remained still, brooding.

"His appearance?" Cassius gave a small shrug. "The only notable trait is his hair. Similar to his family, yes, but hardly proof.

A lot of people have yellow hair and golden coloured pupils, and some may have just dyed theirs."

He returned to his throne, gauntlet tapping against the armrest again.

"And lastly... when have we ever cared about the government?"

"Let them investigate. Let them send their rats to sniff around. We both know they’ll never cross that line. They fear us too much."

"I’m simply using their network—their reach, their people, their desperation. Why waste time sending out my knights to chase a shadow when the world can do it for me?"

Liè and Livia exchanged a look. As much as they disliked his methods, they couldn’t argue his logic.

The government was powerless before them, and the Guild’s reach extended into places even the Clans couldn’t monitor constantly. Using them was efficient—if ruthless.

Still, Liè couldn’t shake the feeling that Cassius was leaving something unsaid. His instincts, sharpened over decades, prickled.

He opened his mouth to press further, but Cassius’s voice cut through the silence once more:

"If you have nothing else to say—begone."

The screen flickered out before either of them could reply.

Cassius sat still for a long moment. The breeze in the chamber brushed against his pale cloak as he tilted his head upward, staring at the ceiling of clouds swirling above the transparent dome.

Then slowly... his expression changed.

The cold mask faded, replaced by something far heavier. Sorrow.

He looked down.

His voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper.

"Vic... I’ll be joining you soon."

And for the first time in a long while, the throne of wind felt far too heavy.

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Australia – The Government Headquarters

In Australia, where the line between the Guild and the Government had long blurred, the headquarters of the government were not only the elite enforcers of the guild but also the invisible hand behind many of the government’s most covert operations.

Their base of power rested in the most iconic skyscraper on the continent—a towering structure of steel and glass, over 60 floors tall, and revered across the world.

Many Guild members dreamed of setting foot inside, but few ever made it past the reception.

At the very top of this skyscraper, in a sleek, high-security meeting hall, a gathering of rare significance was underway.

Fifty individuals sat around a circular table of dark obsidian glass, with the lowest among them being Master-ranked, fewer than ten of them.

The rest were Grandmasters, the unseen titans of humanity’s resistance against both monsters and divine-blooded clans.

At the head of the table sat Dominus Blackwood, President of the Global Human Government. He radiated a heavy aura of authority and raw strength—his presence alone could silence a battlefield.

Despite lacking the bloodline of any god, Dominus was one of the strongest humans alive.

Many whispered that if not for the Higher Clans and their divine lineage, he might have stood unchallenged as the most powerful man on Earth.

Seated to his right was his daughter, Lauren Blackwood—a prodigy in every sense of the word. Only 26 years old, she had already reached the Master rank, wielding both fire and ice with terrifying precision.

It was said that neither of her affinities outshone the other—a rare equilibrium that made her as dangerous as she was unpredictable.

With piercing blue eyes, flawless features, and a glacial expression, she seemed carved from frost and flame.

To Dominus’ left sat Aidan Drake, the Vice President of the government and another Grandmaster. His affinity was flames, and he was every bit as formidable as Dominus, albeit more volatile.

Beside him sat his son, Liam Drake, 28 years old and a Master-ranked powerhouse. Aidan’s heir possessed a Legend-rank talent, and like Lauren, he was considered the future of the organization.

[Please note that for those who refused to join any of the clans, especially the Higher clans, this room represented the pinnacle of human potential. Just to reach the master rank, most average people take more than 30 years.]

The atmosphere was tense but focused.

At the front of the room, a woman stood confidently—Clara Hensley, the President’s secretary and a Master-rank operative known for her sharp instincts and colder attitude than even Lauren’s. She had been the one delivering reports thus far, her voice professional and efficient.

"And that concludes the administrative updates for this quarter," Clara announced, closing the holographic file with a swipe of her gloved hand.

She turned toward the central console. "Now... for the real reason this meeting was called."

The obsidian table’s built-in projector lit up, casting a large holographic image into the center of the room. A figure appeared—young, lean, with a quiet but sharp presence.

Alex.

A murmur passed through the room as Clara continued. "As you’re all aware, the Wind Clan recently issued a bounty—eight hundred million—for the individual on the screen.

For those unfamiliar, the Higher Clans rarely coordinate with us or use the Guild’s bounty system. They handle their matters internally.

But this... this is different. They’ve dropped the mission into our laps, which is odd. Especially one who, on paper, is just another Grandmaster."

She paused, letting the murmurs settle.

"The only detail that stands out—he’s 27 years old and has already reached the Grandmaster rank. Beyond that... nothing. His data trail is nonexistent.

All records of him have been wiped clean from our database, which shouldn’t be. So, we’re opening the floor: what exactly are we dealing with?"

The murmurs intensified. Government heads leaned in toward their neighbors, whispering, speculating. Some eyed the image with confusion, others with suspicion. It wasn’t uncommon for people to hide their origins—but this level of erasure was rare.

But across the room, Lauren Blackwood sat frozen.

Her usually cold, unreadable expression cracked for just a moment. Her blue eyes widened slightly, not in fear, but recognition.

She whispered under her breath.

"Alex..."

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A/N: Upon revisiting the earlier Chapters, I realized an oversight regarding Lauren’s appearance—her hair was incorrectly described as blonde. Her hair colour is blue.

Additionally, I miscalculated Thutmose’s age; rather than being in his late twenties, he is actually in his early thirties. To be precise, he is 31 years old, which better reflects his maturity and experience.

I apologize, but I can only release one Chapter today. The new month is approaching, and I need to update my reserves of Chapters for the upcoming month. I plan to create an additional privilege plan or, even better, add more privileged Chapters. So, this will be all for today.

Anyway, Happy Reading!

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