Arthur understood. This was Heaven Island’s protocol—measures taken to prevent new arrivals from attempting anything reckless. His only real worry was Ashley. Once the door had shut, the guards outside hadn’t made any further moves. Every window in the room had been sealed with a special material. Except for one small window, there were no openings to the outside world. There was no way to escape from inside. As daylight finally began to fade, a knock came at Arthur’s door. “Mr. Arthur, we’ll be heading to the banquet hall in ten minutes. Please change into your formal attire and be ready.” Arthur responded calmly with a quiet acknowledgment. Ten minutes later, dressed in his formal suit, he followed the guard waiting outside his door. At the hotel entrance, he met Ashley again. She, too, had changed into the gown she’d brought with her. Her curves, outlined by the elegant dress, made her even more captivating than usual. Arthur suddenly regretted letting her bring such a stunning dress—she looked breathtaking. Only after carefully confirming she was completely unharmed did Arthur relax. The two of them quickly walked side by side. Arthur couldn’t help but ask, “Ashley, are you okay? Did anything happen while you were in the room?” Ashley shook her head. “They just locked me in. I think it was just to keep us from trying to run. They didn’t do anything else.” Arthur nodded. “Same for me.” There weren’t many new arrivals this time, but each one was either immensely wealthy or held considerable power. Most were older, highly accomplished individuals. They came from all over the world—but every single one was an elite in their field.Arthur and Ashley were blown away, again and again. Holding hands tightly, Ashley kept leaning in to whisper in amazement. “Oh my god! That’s Mr. Thomas—the head of Eldoria!” “And that’s Mr. Andy from Sincoria!” “I can’t believe it! I’ve heard of these people for years, and they’re almost never seen in public. Now we’re seeing them in person!” “They’re all here for Heaven’s Cult... It’s even more powerful than we thought. If people like them are chasing it down, what kind of force are we dealing with?” Ashley’s whispers didn’t stop, and Arthur was just as astonished. Some of the attendees were strangers to him, but Ashley recognized them. She filled him in quietly. Her father was a politician, her mother a businesswoman. She had at least heard of most of these giants. Every single one of them was a national figure. And before they boarded, Heaven’s Cult had made it clear: no attendants, no bodyguards. Yet these towering figures had come to Heaven Island—alone. Heaven’s Cult wasn’t just powerful. It was terrifying. Arthur and Ashley, surrounded by such a crowd, felt like they didn’t even belong. Arthur even began to wonder—how had Solivair managed to gather a group like this? Now he truly understood just how outrageous it had been to tell Solivair he wanted to come to Heaven’s Cult. No wonder Solivair had nearly exploded back then. They both swallowed hard, unease creeping into their chests. How could two nobodies like them survive in a room full of giants? Arthur and Ashley instinctively grew more cautious, more reserved in their words and actions. They’d already crossed Solivair once—they couldn’t afford to make more enemies here. They couldn’t even handle one Solivair. If they made the wrong move with anyone else here, Arthur was fairly sure they’d be crushed in seconds. These people were so powerful that getting rid of two nobodies like them would be effortless. Arthur and Ashley quietly blended into the crowd. But their youth made them stand out. Their faces were too fresh, too unfamiliar. And Solivair? He was nowhere to be found—clearly not planning to come help them, either. Unsurprisingly, the two of them started to draw attention. Some guests began whispering as they passed. Arthur kept his eyes forward, doing his best to look composed. Following their guide, they soon arrived at an extravagant banquet hall. This event, clearly, was meant to welcome the newcomers. There weren’t many of them—but each one was a national treasure, a leading figure from their country. And Heaven Island was wealthy enough, luxurious enough, to host them all. Arthur couldn’t help but suspect that the people they saw earlier working in the fields... might’ve just been doing it for fun.