Arthur’s eyes grew hot as he listened to Ashley’s heartfelt words. He hadn’t expected her trust in him to run so deep. Even in a moment where her life had hung in the balance, she had believed in him—completely, unconditionally. What had he done to deserve that kind of faith? Overwhelmed, Arthur buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Ashley… you’re incredible.” Ashley gently ran her fingers through his hair, her touch soft and tender. But Arthur was just as good to her. If anything, he deserved her whole heart. … A few days later, Arthur received a peculiar invitation—delivered personally by someone from Solivair’s camp. Unlike typical bright red envelopes, this one was completely black, made of a strange material that didn’t feel like paper at all. The messenger left immediately after handing it over. Four bold characters were emblazoned across the front in black-gold ink, striking and full of presence. The brushwork carried both boldness and elegance—like a wild horse galloping free across a boundless plain. Ashley stood at Arthur’s side, instinctively awed. “What powerful and unrestrained handwriting…” Arthur slowly traced the letters with his fingers. He murmured aloud, “Heaven’s Cult.” This was his first time seeing the name in person. He’d come across it before—in documents and scattered reports—but seeing it now, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. As if… he’d seen it long ago. But Arthur was certain—before and after his rebirth—he’d never had any contact with Heaven’s Cult.He opened the invitation. The handwriting inside matched the bold scrawl on the cover—elegant yet fierce, flowing yet intense. Arthur didn’t know who had written it, but the style spoke of someone with a bold spirit and an unshackled soul. For some reason, Arthur felt an intense curiosity toward the one who penned these words—an urge to meet them. The contents were simple: an entry pass. But the address listed on the card? It wasn’t in Lioran. Arthur frowned. “Heaven Island? What is that place?” The name tugged at something in the back of his mind, but he couldn’t recall where he’d heard it before. Before he could dwell on it, Ashley suddenly gasped. “It’s Heaven Island?!” Arthur turned to her, surprised. “You know it?” Ashley nodded, her expression serious. “I’ve heard my father mention it. It’s an island that doesn’t belong to any country. He said it’s rumored to be rich in natural resources and precious energy deposits.” She paused, recalling more details. “It was just a deserted island a few decades ago. Then one day, people started appearing there. That’s when the world discovered how rich in resources it was. They began exporting to major nations and—within a few decades—it became a self-sustaining utopia, completely isolated from the world. I never would’ve guessed… Heaven’s Cult is based there!” Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Thinking back… it’s very likely that Heaven’s Island was developed by Heaven’s Cult themselves.” Arthur fell silent, deep in thought. After a moment, he asked the question that mattered most. “If the island is so rich in resources, didn’t any nations try to take it by force?” It made sense. If this Heaven Island truly was the secret headquarters of Heaven’s Cult, then at its early stages, it couldn’t have had strong defenses. People were greedy—especially the world’s superpowers.And Heaven Island was surrounded by several major nations. If those powers had discovered the island’s immense value, Arthur didn’t believe for a second they wouldn’t have tried to seize it. Especially since it didn’t belong to any government. If its territory and military capabilities were limited, any nearby superpower should’ve had no trouble taking control. He thought back—before his rebirth, he didn’t remember hearing anything about Heaven Island. Maybe he had seen the name somewhere in passing. But the island had always remained shrouded in mystery. Very few even knew it existed. Ashley nodded, piecing it together. “My dad said when the islanders first sailed out to trade, they already had top-tier military defense. Other countries did try to take it. Several even launched attacks… but none of them succeeded. In fact, they ended up suffering huge losses.” Arthur’s eyes darkened. This place…This organization… What kind of hidden strength were they concealing?