Rise of the White Dragon

In the cozy Dimas residence on the island, sunbeams filtered through the curtains, awakening Luan and Ingrid from a peaceful sleep.

Though Luan had plans to start the day early, a sweet request from Ingrid made him reconsider.

The affectionate and almost whispered manner in which she asked him to stay with her in bed a little longer was irresistible.

And so, he stayed, becoming her favorite snuggle.

Only when the sun reached its zenith did they decide to finally leave the warm embrace of the bed, venturing out of the room.

As they rose and descended the stairs, the morning's tranquility was abruptly shattered by Catharina's agitated voice: "This fool thinks he can talk to me like that? I'll make him bitterly regret it!"

As they approached the living room, concerned by Catharina's furious tone, they were met with a new chill in her voice: "You idiot, I'll destroy you!"

Alarmed glances exchanged between Luan and Ingrid preceded their hurried entry into the room. And what they found was an entirely unexpected scene.

Catharina, relaxed on the couch, had her eyes glued to the laptop on her lap, a modern headset adorning her ears. She was completely engrossed in the game, ranting at some virtual opponent.

Luan: "..."

Ingrid: "..."

It was just a game.

Ingrid placed a hand over her chest, relieved. She could barely decide whether to laugh at the situation or lament the unnecessary scare. Beside her, Luan wore an incredulous smile, clearly expecting something different. Well, maybe it's better that nothing bad happened...

Amid the living room's serenity, Catharina exhibited unique mastery. With a skill originating from her Origin, fabric gracefully slid from her sleeve, stretching to the refrigerator. The appliance's door opened as if by magic, and a bottle of soda was brought to her hands with surgical precision.

Throughout this movement, her eyes remained firmly on the laptop screen, not letting anything else steal her attention—not even the presence of Luan and Ingrid in the same room, separated only by a considerable distance.

Witnessing the scene, Luan reflected internally: "She's become so proficient at using her Origin, but the way she's using it..." A deep and disappointed sigh escaped his lips.

"Hehehe!" Ingrid's chin tilted up in amusement, and a light, crystalline laughter filled the room.

It was this laughter that finally made Catharina notice their presence. The island's security, with its natural formations and a sense of isolation, made it one of the few places where Catharina could genuinely let her guard down, to the point of not noticing people approaching, even if they were only a few meters away.

Luan had always prided himself on his skills and discernment when it came to understanding and training with Origins. He had once encouraged Catharina to constantly use hers: the Fabric Star Origin.

However, he was genuinely impressed with her progress. The skill with which she manipulated the fabric to fetch a soda bottle from another room, without even taking her eyes off her laptop, was beyond his initial expectations.

Luan knew Catharina had implanted her "divine sense" into her fabric, allowing her almost visual perception through it. A technique she honed on her own, even though he provided some initial guidance.

Upon noticing their presence, Catharina commented in a cool tone, yet with a hint of humor: "Ah, so you've decided to join the land of the living, sleepyheads?"

Luan responded, arching an eyebrow challengingly: "Try going through the last few days we've had and then tell me if you can wake up early."

"Humph, I think I'll pass~" Catharina quickly retorted. However, it didn't take long for her attention to be captured again by the game on her laptop. She exclaimed in frustration: "Ahhh, that bastard caught me off guard! Oh, how infuriating!"

Ingrid and Luan simply exchanged glances, silently noting just how engrossed Catharina was in the virtual world. She was clearly deeply involved in that game to react with such intensity.

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10:44 PM, Blumenau, Santa Catarina, Brazil.

The majestic Gates family mansion stood imposingly, and within, Cecilia Gates, a 14-year-old teenager, was captivated. She didn't miss a single minute of Catharina Dimas' live broadcasts, a young woman with an icy demeanor yet incredibly charismatic. And the fact that she was Luan Dimas' sister, known as the most powerful man on the planet, only made the experience more intriguing.

No matter how many of these broadcasts Cecilia had seen, Catharina's charm and temperament never ceased to fascinate her. She even dared to watch covertly under the covers so her parents wouldn't discover her watching those broadcasts since Catharina had a habit of cursing while playing.

Indeed, Cecilia Gates was a noticeable figure. She had long, silky red hair, contrasting with her deep blue eyes. Her beauty and physique, despite her young age, drew looks and admiration wherever she went. Beyond her appearance, she was also a prodigy in the cultivation world, having already reached the Third Order.

Suddenly, a firm sound echoed through the room.

"Knock, knock!"

Cecilia's bedroom door opened suddenly. Thinking it was her parents, she acted swiftly. She slid her phone under the pillow and closed her eyes, pretending to be deep asleep.

The majestic Gates family mansion was silent that night, until the tranquility of the atmosphere was shattered by a voice Cecilia never expected to hear in her personal sanctuary.

"Cecilia..." the voice sounded in a mocking tone, wrapped in eagerness, "Tonight, at last, you will be mine!"

Pulling the blanket aside, Cecilia saw a repulsive-looking man, his eyes full of uncontrollable desire, staring at her. Her heart raced. "Daddy, mommy!" she cried out in desperation.

He laughed sinisterly, revealing yellowed teeth. "Call out all you want. Your parents were urgently summoned due to your grandmother's sudden illness. Now, it's just you and me here." The insinuation in his words was clear and threatening.

He had desired Cecilia from the first time he saw her and had orchestrated the situation to be there alone with her.