A deep silence filled the broken valley.

The once-thriving flying boat of the Feline Empire now lay embedded deep in the earth, cracked and groaning under the weight of Mark's Gravity Dome.

While the Flying boat remained unharmed from the anti-matter mines, as its defensive barrier cracked, most of the feline warriors were now pinned to the floor, their limbs trembling under the crushing 100,000g pressure. Some had fainted. Others bled from eyes and noses, their bones cracking faintly with each breath.

Mark floated high above them, his black coat fluttering, his face expressionless, watching them under the moonlight.

So far, no one had been able to stand. Even the Tigon Queen and Panthera Leo King could barely lift their heads.

He tightened his fingers, maintaining the field. "I guess in the future, I need to develop a suit that can resist the effects of graviton particle manipulation."

But then… a ripple erupted from the bottom of the crater before a wave of golden light burst from the impact zone like a detonation of stars. In the center, Anan's figure expanded, cracked, and reshaped as golden fur erupted from his skin, claws tearing from his fingers.

Then he roared like a dragon more than a cat.

A piercing, celestial roar that shattered the surrounding air like glass.

The Gravity Dome shattered completely.

Up above, Mark's pupils contracted as a notification chimed in his head.

It wasn't the breaking of his skill that startled him, despite the fact that it was the first time someone destroyed his Gravity Dome. Many resisted it, but none have broken it so far. And it happened right now.

The one who did it emerged as a massive golden-furred cat—a majestic, muscular creature that stood thirty meters tall. Its mane glowed like sunlight.

Mark's lips parted. "Anan?"

The great beast's head turned upward sharply. Its feline eyes met Mark's in the sky.

Recognition struck at the same time on Anan, too.

"Master?" Anan's voice echoed, unsure and shaken, reverberating from the beast's throat.

Panthera Leo King, still kneeling and gasping, stared at the monstrous feline. "How can an elementary-stage transcendent release such divine pressure…?"

The Tigon Queen was too shocked. Only her tail flicked once, a gesture of disbelief.

She recovered first.

"Kill him! Now! That man in the sky—he's the enemy who killed General White!"

But before any of the feline soldiers could act, Anan's voice cracked like thunder.

"Stand down!"

The order rolled through the valley like a command from heaven. Every beast froze.

Even the generals lowered their weapons in hesitation.

Mark descended slowly.

For the first time, his feet touched the valley floor. There was no battle cry, no tension in his stance.

Only the faint mist rising around him, his coat settling, and his eyes trembling with emotion.

His voice came out quietly. "Anan."

The golden beast slowly shifted, shrinking and warping back into his human form.

A young man stood now. Taller than before. Refined in posture. Regal in presence. Clad in rich red and gold robes that marked him royalty, but those familiar golden eyes remained the same.

Only seemed a bit, no… a lot colder.

Anan stared at Mark with a gaze that pierced deeper than any sword. "Lu Zhen." His words landed like blades. "What the hell are you doing on my land?"

Mark looked at him gently, ignoring the hostility. "What else? I'm here to take you home."

"This is my home," Anan said, his tone firm.

Mark's smile faded.

"You really mean that?" he asked. "Do you really see this place as your home? Did you follow them willingly? I heard that they abducted you."

Anan's lips tightened.

A long pause passed.

"It doesn't matter how I got here," he replied coldly. "You abandoned me, Lu Zhen. That fact won't change."

Mark flinched inwardly.

"You have no right to call me family when you severed our contract and just gave it away to your precious wife without even asking for my consent."

Mark's jaw clenched, his hands curling at his side.

"I had no other choice," he said softly. "To protect her… to protect Song Yue. Who else could I trust more than you, Anan?"

"And so you used me!" Anan roared. "Is that all I was to you, then? A beast? A guardian to watch your wife while you ran around being a hero?!"

Mark stepped forward, his own voice rising now, hoarse with pain.

"Do you think I see you as a beast?! Do you really believe that?!"

Anan didn't respond, his eyes burning.

Mark's fists trembled.

"I left my world… left my family, left my babies—they were just born, Anan! I haven't seen them in fifteen months! I've bled for this war, crossed empires, sacrificed everything… for you!"

He took another step forward.

"Because I believed you were family too."

Silence fell between them.

Even the wind held its breath.

Mark's eyes reddened, misting with unshed tears. "Come home with me, Anan."

Anan's jaw tightened. His golden eyes trembled faintly, his throat bobbing as if he wanted to say something—but couldn't.

His fists remained clenched.

But he didn't move.

Watching him closely, the two generals exchanged a sharp glance.

"This is bad," Panthera Leo King whispered.

"He's hesitating to attack," the Tigon Queen hissed under her breath. "We have to act."

The next second, she vanished in a blur.

A streak of amber light cut through the night sky—too fast for the eye, aimed directly for Mark's throat. Her claws extended, her killing intent boiling over in silence.

But—

Clack.

Her claw stopped an inch away from Mark's neck.

Frozen mid-air.

Her brows twitched in confusion.

A shimmering layer, invisible to the eye, rippled gently between them, like water over steel.

"What…?" Tigon Queen's eyes widened.

Mark didn't even blink, muttering. "You think I won't be prepared when facing you guys?"

With No touch skill toggled on, physically, he cannot be touched by any being.

The Tigon Queen's pupils shrank. She tried to retreat as her instincts kicked in,

However, in the next instant, Mark's palm opened swiftly as he muttered. "Singularity, Activate."

A dot of pure black appeared in its center.

The Tigon Queen had no time to react.

The dot pulsed once, and everything within a few meters jerked forward violently. Wind howled. Air cracked. Dust swirled. Her body twisted grotesquely as she was pulled, inch by inch, into that dot.

"No!"

And then, she was gone.

Compressed. Consumed. Deleted from existence. Just like that.

Not even a scream escaped her mouth.

Everything just happened in a moment, from when Tigon Queen tried to ambush but died instead.

The Panthera Leo King just stood there in horror. "What in the hell was that power? He killed Tigon Queen just like that? I need to send a warning to the Empress."

Meanwhile, Anan's eyes widened in horror. "No… No… Aunt…"

He took a step forward, trembling.

"You…" he growled, his voice layered with shock and anger. "What did you just do?!"

His arms lengthened. Fingers broke and reformed into claws. His boots tore open as his feet reshaped into padded paws. His skin shimmered into fur.

"You killed her—!"

Mark's expression didn't waver. "She tried to kill me. So I killed her. What's wrong with that? Am I supposed to wait and let her kill me?"

He looked at Anan calmly, as though stating weather conditions. "You spent enough time with me to know my strength and personality. I'm way stronger than I seem, and I don't show mercy to the enemies that try to kill me."

He took a step forward.

"I have people I trust now. I have guards. Technology. Power beyond imagination. I no longer need you to protect me or anyone else. You don't have to carry that burden if you think I will treat you as some beast to protect my wife or children."

Mark's tone softened slightly.

"You can live freely now. As part of the Spencer family. Like you always did. I won't force down any contract on you, Anan"

Anan's breathing grew heavier.

But Mark's next words sent tremors through the air. "But if you choose not to come with me…"

He paused.

"Then you better run, Anan. Because the Feline Empire will not exist when I'm done."

The words were not a threat.

They were a certainty, spoken like the judgment of a god.

Anan's raw conflicted emotions suddenly grew into hatred by Mark's words.

"Lu Zhen…"

Golden light exploded from his body, and in an instant, he transformed again into the majestic, golden-furred beast that once leveled mountains with a roar.

He stared down at Mark, fury burning in every strand of fur.

"I am the Prince of the Feline Empire!" his voice thundered. "I don't care how strong you've become, Lu Zhen…"

Claws scraped the earth beneath him as he lowered his head, eyes narrowed.

"As long as I draw breath, I will not let you destroy my brethren."

Mark looked up at him. His silhouette was small, insignificant compared to the towering golden beast before him. But his gaze looked like he was the one looking down on the beast. "Everyone is free to make their own choice. And you made your choice. I'll miss you, Anan." He let out a sigh before his gaze turned serious as he raised his hand. "You all can come out now."