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Chapter 1005: Chapter 1005 Lego
The sound was deafening, like an explosion tearing through the calm of the night.
The walls trembled, the lights flickered, and for a moment, everything—the bed, the room, the world itself—felt as if it had been violently ripped away.
Karen’s breath hitched in terror, her body freezing as the chaos outside pressed into the room.
Ross’s protective presence shifted instinctively as he quickly moved to shield her.
In that instant, everything changed.
The carefully constructed world of desire, of anticipation, of testing boundaries, had been replaced by something unpredictable, dangerous, and urgent.
Ross closed his eyes for a moment, letting his divine sense flow outward like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the world unfolded before him in intricate layers: the faint pulse of spiritual energy in every living being, the subtle shifts of qi across the terrain, and the distant ripples of a power that had been quietly stirring beneath the surface.
Each disturbance, no matter how small, revealed itself to him with startling clarity.
Within seconds, he pinpointed the source — the hidden catalyst behind all the chaos that had been quietly building.
A faint, knowing smile curved his lips.
"So... you’re finally here," he murmured, almost to himself.
There was no urgency in his voice, only a quiet satisfaction, as if a long-awaited moment had finally arrived.
"Who’s here?" Karen asked softly, her voice close enough that he could feel the warmth of it brushing against his ear.
She had moved closer without him noticing, drawn by the sudden change in his tone.
Her curiosity was tinged with concern, and her eyes searched his face for answers.
Ross opened his eyes, their color glinting with a strange light that made Karen’s heart skip a beat.
His sharp gaze softened as he looked at her. "Nothing you need to worry about," he said, his voice low and soothing, yet carrying the weight of authority.
"But Karen... in a few hours, this world is going to change. Things will shift, and the balance will be different than it is now."
Karen’s brow furrowed.
"Change? What do you mean? What’s happening?" she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.
Ross leaned closer, his presence enveloping her like a protective shield.
He brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment before his lips pressed gently to hers in a tender, lingering kiss.
"You have my number," he whispered softly, his voice brushing against her like a secret promise.
"Call me when you need me. When we meet again... we’ll continue exactly where we left off tonight."
Karen’s heart raced, her mind struggling to process his words.
The heat of his touch, the certainty in his tone, the quiet strength that radiated from him — it was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.
Before she could reply, Ross straightened, his movements smooth and fluid.
He stepped off the bed with effortless grace.
Karen could tell that there was something big going on and it frustrated her to realize on how clueless she was.
He reached the door and paused, glancing back once.
There was no hint of arrogance, no pretense — only a calm assurance that made her feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time.
Then, without another word, he slipped out of the room, leaving her behind.
Karen remained frozen where she sat, wrapped in the sheets, staring at the closed door.
Her chest heaved with a mixture of awe, disbelief, and longing.
Everything about Ross seemed unreal: the quiet power in his presence, the way he could see things beyond anyone else’s comprehension, the way he could easily command her body to get wet and aroused for him.
The minutes stretched painfully as the echo of his words lingered in her mind.
"Call me when you need me... we’ll continue where we left off tonight." Each repetition of it seemed to reverberate through her chest, filling her with a mix of excitement, fear, and anticipation.
Finally, she exhaled shakily, her fingers clutching the sheets tightly.
Karen realized that in just a few moments, everything between them had shifted — changed irreversibly.
Ross had left an impression on her heart that would not fade, a sense of awe and desire that intertwined with the undeniable knowledge that he was not just any man.
He was someone who already had a special place in her heart.
And as the soft sounds of the night settled around her once more, Karen sat in stunned silence, both shaken and exhilarated, unable to comprehend how drastically, how irreversibly, her life had just been altered by one man.
***
Ross began moving everything according to plan.
His expression was calm, but his every action carried purpose and precision.
Within hours, he had mobilized his vast network, ensuring that everyone he cared about — family, friends, and those loyal to him — were safely evacuated and gathered at a secure compound he owned in Parkland City.
The city’s residents couldn’t help but notice the commotion.
Helicopters thundered overhead, black cars moved in long convoys, and private security forces filled the streets.
"What’s going on?" people murmured as they pointed toward the sky. "Why are there so many helicopters tonight? Did something happen?"
But it wasn’t just Parkland City that stirred.
Across the world, strange movements began — a quiet, seamless operation handled by Ross’s agents and loyal aides.
There were women he’d cared for in different corners of the globe, and Ross made sure none were left behind.
Dozens of private jets took flight under his orders, converging toward Parkland City from every direction.
To outsiders, it looked like a coordinated evacuation led by a powerful, secretive figure.
But only Ross knew the full truth — this was a preparation for what was to come.
He could have easily teleported all of them directly to his hidden base beneath Parkland City — a fortress built with the top technology of this world but he chose not to.
That would be his last resort, a measure only to be used if everything else failed.