"It sure is lively today."

Just as tension filled the air, a teasing voice cut through like a blade of ice.

"Andrew, you’ve done so much evil, it’s about time karma caught up to you. Today, you’re finally getting what you deserve.”

Andrew frowned and looked past Wilder toward the entrance, wondering, ‘Who the hell is it now?’

He could not help but think maybe he should have checked the stars and the planets before opening the door.

Why was everyone coming over to pick a fight with him today?

Everyone turned toward the doorway and saw a stunning woman with a cold expression walking in gracefully.

Wilder said indifferently, “Well, look who it is.”

The newcomer was not just anyone; it was Valerie. She did not even glance at Wilder. From the moment she appeared, her eyes locked onto Andrew, filled with endless hatred and the urge to kill.

“Today, one of us dies, you bastard,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her jaw tight enough to crack.

Andrew said calmly, “Last time, you brought that on yourself. If you’re not satisfied, we can do it again. But this time, I won’t hold back. You might actually die for real, so I hope you take that seriously.”

Valerie’s face burned red as she recalled the humiliation of being touched, slapped, and completely naked by Andrew that night before. Her anger surged, her once-elegant expression blazing with fury.

She snapped, “Fine. Let’s see who dies first.”

She looked ready to tear him apart right there.

Wilder frowned. “Valerie, you’ve got a grudge against this brat too?”

Valerie gritted her teeth. “It’s more than a grudge. In this world, only one of us can exist. Either he goes, or I do.”

Wilder nodded slowly. “Your feud isn’t something I’ll interfere in. But Andrew, you sure have a lot of enemies. You’re like a piece of rotten trash; wherever you go, someone ends up suffering.”

Andrew shrugged. “Yeah, I’m rotten trash. At least I’m not the one with a dead son, and I won’t end up as a childless old man with no one to care for me.”

Wilder’s blood boiled. In a flash of rage, he raised his hand, spiritual energy roaring through the hall like a storm.

The entire Medicine God’s Covenant shook violently under the pressure.

Valerie stumbled forward and stood between them, shouting, “Mr. Murphy Senior, wait! Andrew is mine. You can’t kill him.”

Wilder roared, “Move aside! That bastard deserves to die! Today, I don’t care if it’s called bullying; I’ll crush this menace myself!”

Valerie said coldly, “And what about my revenge then? He humiliated me! He stole my innocence! I swore I’d take his life with my own hands!”

Wilder froze, his expression uncertain. “You’re saying… he took your innocence?”

Valerie’s face turned crimson. She gave a small, silent nod.

Wilder stared at Andrew for a long moment before smirking darkly. “So not only did you murder my son, but you also had the guts to assault the Reyes family’s precious princess? Andrew, you’re as good as dead. If someone like you gets to live, it would be a complete injustice.”

He continued, “Fine. I’ll let Valerie handle it. If she kills you, I’ll call it even. But if she fails, I’ll finish the job myself. In other words, you’re trapped between a wolf and a tiger. No escape. Only death awaits you.”

Andrew looked completely unfazed. “If you’re done talking, then get lost already. Oh, wait, Mr. Murphy Senior, since you’re here, let me offer you a deal. My shop just opened today, and everything’s on sale. Premium elixirs, finest quality. Want to buy some?"

“Even if you don’t need them, you can always bury them next to your dead son. I’m sure he would appreciate them in the underworld. After all, some of these were crafted by yours truly.”