Chapter 1

"You're a meanie, Daddy! I don't like you anymore! Those bad guys claimed that Mommy's a shameless bridesmaid who secretly gave birth to me after spending a night with you! They want to slash Mommy's face and drown her! "Oh, God, this tower crane is so high up… I'm so scared! They even stuffed a bunch of disgusting things into my mouth! Gah! Daddy, I'm about to die… I won't be able to see you anymore…" The battlefield at Northern Bronshire had gone into the cleanup phase. A man stood tall in front of a monument commemorating the end of the battle. He was the youngest supreme medic-commander of Aerial Blade—Atlas Blackwell. Atlas had just answered a call coming from an unknown number. "Daddy… your phone number is the only thing in Mommy's contact list… Mommy told me… that your name… My daddy's name is Atlas Blackwell… I'm… I'm your daughter, Stacy Blackwell…" Atlas heard a little girl's suppressed sobs drifting from the other end of the line. This made him frown deeply, his lips now pursed into a thin line. Still, Stacy continued speaking into her phone between fragmented pauses, "I… I spent a few months rummaging for trash and selling valuable junk… That's how I managed to get this old phone fixed…" She had clearly suffered from a huge fright. She continued to call for help, though her voice was feeble and weak. "Daddy… Daddy, this place is so high up! They… They want to push me off! Daddy, those meanies are here! Daddy, I'm so scared! Can you… take me home, please?" Suddenly, Stacy's bloodcurdling scream pierced through the atmosphere. Seconds later, a loud thud signifying something crashing onto the ground echoed from the other end of the line. Atlas' heart trembled upon hearing the scream. For some reason, dull pain spread from his heart all the way to his limbs. At the same time, it soaked through his flesh and bones, soon penetrating his organs in a suffocating manner. That was when the call was dropped. There was only silence. Stacy's voice sounded very childlike and young. She sounded four years old at best, yet her harried words were soaked with primal fear. Atlas felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing his heart repeatedly. All he felt was phantom pain flaring from his chest. If his guess was correct, poor Stacy was shoved off the lifted crane. "Mr. Blackwell, I have news for you!" Ian Hawke, Atlas' subordinate, rushed over in a fit of panic at that moment. "The woman who slept with you five years ago wasn't Sierra! It was a woman named Tabitha Grayson! "You thought Sierra was your fiancée all this time, so you left her with a medicinal formula that allowed her company to rake in billions of dollars worth of profits. But she has spent the last five years driving Tabitha into a corner! "Also, Tabitha has given birth to your child. It's a little girl named Stacy." Stacy? Atlas was caught off guard by the name. Realization dawned on him right away as he pieced everything together. The little girl on the phone just now said her name was Stacy Blackwell. She really was his daughter! How dare someone shove his daughter! How dare they make her cry! That was when Atlas recalled Stacy telling him she was stuck on top of a tower crane at a construction site. Such places were extremely dangerous. How on earth did Stacy get there? Did those people force her to climb up the crane? Who did that? How dare they! Something snapped within Atlas' mind. His gaze sharpened, now filled with bloodlust. "Return to Newtropolis this instant! I want you to find out Stacy's whereabouts right away!" Atlas roared, having lost control of his composure. "I want to see her as soon as possible!" Ian looked a little worried. "But we need to attend a celebratory banquet tonight. All the VIPs in Northern Bronshire will show up." "Cancel it!" Atlas spat the words out icily, his fists already clenched tightly. He was so enraged that a vein had already popped out on his forehead. No one dared to question his decision. Screw the celebratory banquet and whatever woes those VIPs had! None of them mattered more than Stacy right now! "Yes, sir!" The plane landed in less than three minutes. At that time, Ian managed to get his hands on the latest intel. "Mr. Blackwell, something bad has happened!" Ian's hands shook wildly as he clutched the photograph. He couldn't imagine how furious Atlas would become once he learned about the latest incident. Atlas didn't give Ian time to elaborate more on the incident. Instead, he snatched the photograph out of Ian's hands. The moment he laid his eyes on the photograph, he felt as though his mind had gone blank. His world was coming to an end. Atlas had made countless contributions to Northern Bronshire with his medical skills. He was known as the Monarch of Medicine of the human civilization. He constantly wore the sacred coat, which showcased his identity. He must have saved over ten thousand lives in Northern Bronshire by now. Regardless of one's power and the number of contributions they had made to the nation, they'd still address Atlas as "Mr. Blackwell" out of respect. As long as the Cherneans across the globe were in danger, Atlas would make the trip—no matter how arduous—just to save their lives. It was a norm for countless people to give up everything in their lives just to ask Atlas for medical help. But just now, Atlas' daughter was shoved off a lifted crane. No one knew if she survived the fall. In fact, the hospital didn't plan on saving the little girl's life. Instead, the doctor got the organ donation form forcibly signed. Atlas had never seen Stacy his whole life, yet she was now drenched in her own blood. She lay lifeless in the morgue, all by herself. How dare those bastards treat a four-year-old like that! Did they even have a conscience? Hell no! Atlas needed to return to Newtropolis. He wanted to return to that city right now. He had to see his beloved daughter immediately. He wanted to rush back to Newtropolis regardless of everything that was going on. This time, his presence was bound to sow chaos in the city itself. … Something was going on in the morgue belonging to an illegal hospital that was located next to a junkyard in Newtropolis. A few doctors stood around the surgical table, which housed Stacy's body. They were mumbling to each other in soft tones. "Her heart is still doing fine. It can be sold for about 600 thousand dollars." "The retinas are very valuable organs. You must be careful when you extract them later." "I'd say her bone marrow is worth 400 thousand dollars. Let's extract those priceless organs now." The leading doctor sounded extraordinarily excited. Little did the doctors know that their actions would bring disastrous consequences to Newtropolis. One of the doctors suddenly pointed out, "Boss, it seems this girl's still alive! Look at the way her fist is all balled up. I think she's clutching something precious to her very tightly." The leading doctor didn't bother looking at Stacy's hand. "What precious item could she be holding? She's Tabitha Grayson's daughter, after all. She and Tabitha have been living in the junkyard all these years. "It's all thanks to the fact that they've offended someone important that we can get our hands on this girl's precious organs." After that, the leading doctor shot a look at a man next to him. There was a damp cloth sitting on the table next to the man. The man wasted no time in grabbing it and covering Stacy's mouth with it. Humph! Since that brat was still alive, he'd be more than happy to kill her once and for all! Stacy's petite body was all curled up. The moment she felt her only source of oxygen getting blocked, her survival instincts prompted her to struggle violently against the cloth. "Mmph… M-Mister, save me… P-Please…" Stacy extended a bloodied hand in hopes of pushing the hand that was clamping the cloth over her mouth away. Unfortunately, she didn't even have a shred of energy left in her. The pain flaring from her body and the primal fear that tormented her mental state caused her to cry nonstop. Still, she did her best to speak up, no matter how feeble her voice was. "Daddy… Daddy's coming back soon… If you let me go, he'll be grateful to you…" The leading doctor began laughing maniacally. "Your daddy, you say? You don't have one! Now, go to hell! Your death will be the biggest gift to us!" The moment he was done speaking, he grabbed a scalpel while staring at Stacy with a twisted look on his face. He lifted the scalpel above his head before moving to plunge it into her body. Poor Stacy widened her eyes in fear and despair. Still, she continued to scream for her father. It was at that moment that a loud crash sounded in the morgue. It appeared that someone had left a huge dent in the steel doors of the morgue just by punching them. A fearsome man could be seen standing before the busted doorway. He looked like a devil who descended from the depths of the coldest abyss. Even his bearing was frosty and imposing. Yes, that was Atlas making his first appearance in the morgue. The first thing he saw was the little girl lying on a cold metallic bed, completely covered in her own blood. That was Stacy, his daughter! The very same daughter whom he never got to meet over the past five years. Heck, he didn't even know about her existence. To think that Stacy was about to be dissected by those bastards in this god-forsaken room. Atlas felt pain flaring from his heart. He roared loudly, "How dare you! What the fuck do you think you're doing to my daughter!" It seemed as though the world was about to collapse the moment Atlas' words escaped his mouth.