Thora's POV: "I've had some experience." I answered casually, and Darius didn't press further. I appreciated that kind of tact. He noticed me staring at the tiny case and gave an explanation. "That's a non-magazine container that holds 20 tranquilizer darts. Unless it's a werewolf who's awakened an S-rank or higher wolf spirit, anyone hit will be knocked out and temporarily lose mobility. Pull the mechanism on the side of the gun body, and the firing barrel automatically switches to a dart barrel. "The gun body uses several rare composite metals with extreme durability. After disassembling it into parts, you can reassemble it into a bracelet for easy carry." The moment he finished speaking, I'd already completed the assembly by feel, relying on my fingertips' sense of the components. I snapped the connections into place, and a sleek silver bracelet was already on my wrist. "If I hadn't designed this myself, with how smoothly you assembled that, I'd think you drew up the blueprints." Darius couldn't hide his surprise. I smiled but didn't explain further. I was just so used to handling firearms for so long that I knew weaponry theory and assembly methods as well as I knew my own body. Though his design was ingenious, once I figured out the logic of how the parts fit together, assembly wasn't that hard. "You're giving this to me?" I raised my wrist and shook the silver bracelet, my tone confirming. Just looking at this gun's design, it could transform, resist wolf power, adapt to multiple ammunition types, and was made from rare composite metal materials. In this era, it absolutely qualified as top-tier portable weaponry. Would he really give it to me so easily? Darius gave a slight smile. "You're my fiancée. Protecting you is my responsibility." My expression instantly darkened. "Don't forget, we're just putting on an act." With that, I pushed open the car door and got out. "If we're just putting on an act, then leave the gun behind." His voice came from behind me. I turned back with a smirk. "Where's the logic in taking back something you've given? I'll consider this gun advance payment for our 'breakup settlement.'" It wasn't like I strong-armed him into it. He was the one who offered first. He stared at me, then suddenly laughed. His low chuckle scattered through the deep night, somehow dispelling some of the surrounding chill.But when I met his smiling eyes, I inexplicably stiffened for a moment. The helplessness and affection in his gaze made it seem like he was indulging a temperamental child, adding an indescribably ambiguous feeling to the air. This unfamiliar atmosphere made me want to escape, and I turned to walk toward the gated community. "Thora." He called out to me again. I stopped, turned back, and pinned him with a cold stare. "Darius, you'd better have something important to say." If he was just calling my name for fun like last time, I'd guarantee that even if I couldn't beat him, I'd make him pay for it. Darius reined in his smile, his expression turning serious. "Be careful during this time. Starlance City isn't very safe." "What do you mean?" The images of those mercenaries flashed through my mind.But Darius didn't explain further and only said, "Bottom line, protect yourself." Seeing he didn't want to say more, I stopped asking and walked into the gated community. ... After returning to my room, I sat at my desk, repeatedly running my fingers over the silver bracelet on my wrist. Honestly, the first moment I saw this gun, I wanted it. I happened to need a decent weapon. I just hadn't expected Darius would actually give it to me without any conditions attached. I'd seen plenty of high-tech weapons from the apocalypse, many more powerful than this, but given this era's technological level, being able to design such an ingenious handgun was already impressive enough. Darius really was remarkable.Setting aside his family background and status, his personal abilities were also top-tier, whether it was his werewolf combat ability or his scientific research capability in designing weapons. I flexed my wrist and suddenly heard a soft "crack" from my bones. I stood up and did a set of stretching exercises, then clenched my fist and threw a punch at the hanging punching bag. With a "bang," the bag exploded on impact, cotton stuffing scattering across the floor. I opened my palm and moved my knuckles. It wasn't my imagination. My strength and speed really had gotten stronger. Looking inward at the soulstone in my body, the surrounding sky-blue glow was noticeably brighter, and the ability I could draw on was clearly more active. Logically, even with daily high-intensity training, I shouldn't be progressing this fast. But this change was a good thing. I'd go get checked out another day to find out the reason.Before bed, I turned on my computer to check emails as usual and just so happened to receive one from Luke. It contained biographical information about my mother, Diane, along with surveillance footage and case files from when she was murdered ...