The moment the words left the young man’s mouth, the atmosphere inside the house subtly changed.

Amon remained silent, his eyes lingering on the man’s face.

The resemblance was undeniable.

They had the same black hair, a similar facial structure, and even the shape of their eyes was nearly identical.

Yet despite that familiarity, Amon felt no warmth in his heart.

Only caution.

His Danger Sense had not relaxed in the slightest.

In fact, it had become even stronger.

The young man seemed to notice Amon’s vigilance and chuckled softly.

"Not going to invite me in?" Marcus asked with a faint, amused smile.

Of course, the family had known about Amon’s survival all this while.

Although they had been shocked that the youngest son hadn’t been killed during the assassination, seeing that he was a weakling, they ultimately chose not to concern themselves with him.

That remained the case until a few weeks ago, when news reached them that he had fathered a daughter.

Although the father was useless, there was no harm in testing the child’s potential to see whether she had inherited a semblance of the family’s talents.

With that thought in mind, they sent Amon’s eldest brother, Marcus, a B-Rank Awakened, to retrieve her.

Amon stared at Marcus, his mind already moving silently beneath the surface.

Off to the side, Mira watched the two with curiosity.

She was shocked to see another person who looked so similar to Amon, and after hearing him call the man brother, she was even more surprised.

She hadn’t known Amon had a family in this world.

It was extremely surprising.

However, she could tell the two weren’t on good terms.

Even though Amon was hiding it perfectly, she could still sense the devastating killing intent radiating from him like something lurking beneath calm waters.

Frowning slightly, she continued watching as the situation unfolded.

"What are you doing here?" Amon asked, staring intently at him.

Marcus stared back at his brother, his brows furrowing slightly.

His brother seemed... different.

There was no trace of fear in his eyes.

They were calm. Still. Like a lake untouched by wind.

Marcus felt there was something off about him, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from completing the family’s mission.

"I heard your wife gave birth to a beautiful daughter, and I came to take a look."

Taking a brief pause, he added in a meaningful tone,

"The family head wants to test her talents to see if you deserve a chance at redemption. If she has a high-grade talent, you can be allowed back into the family."

Hearing those words, Amon’s heart grew cold.

His eyes chilled, and for a fleeting moment, even the air seemed to hold its breath.

Marcus subconsciously felt a shiver run down his spine.

A lump formed in his throat.

Brushing the feeling aside, he continued staring at Amon, waiting for him to move.

The family was one of the strongest hidden organizations in the world.

Marcus simply couldn’t believe Amon would reject the opportunity to return and enjoy the resources he had once possessed despite being unawakened.

"Go and tell the family that none of them is allowed to interact with me or my family anymore if they don’t want to be wiped out."

Amon’s cold words made Marcus’s eyes widen in shock.

And then he burst out laughing.

"What are you saying, brother? Don’t you want to return to the family anymore? Even if you’re trash, you shouldn’t let your daughter’s future be limited by your narrow view of the world."

Hearing those words, Amon slowly raised a hand.

Just then, he felt a warm grasp around it.

At some point, Mira had appeared beside him and gently held his hand as though she already knew what he was about to do.

She forced an innocent smile.

"It’s alright, uncle. There’s no need to be in a haste," she said sweetly.

Amon’s killing intent still surged within him like a raging storm, but he forcibly suppressed it and glanced at his brother coldly.

It seemed it was finally time for the Butcher to pay a visit to the family he had almost forgotten.

Perhaps it was better to erase them from this world before they could ever become a threat to his wife and daughter.

"Eh? A cute little girl?"

Marcus glanced down at Mira, surprise flashing through his eyes.

"Little girl, are you interested in joining the Miraclad Family? I can assure you heights that mortals don’t dare imagine."

He stretched out a hand toward her and spoke lightly.

However, Mira shook her head.

"Not interested. I think it’s better to leave before big uncle kills you."

The affectionate smile on Marcus’s face froze.

Mira stared at him innocently, as though she genuinely cared about whether he lived or died.

Yet from the tone of her voice, Marcus could instinctively tell she wasn’t joking.

For a brief instant, the thought of running away surfaced in his mind.

But he immediately crushed it.

Why would he run?

How could he run?

From his little brother?

The very idea was so absurd that Marcus couldn’t help but laugh.

After regaining his composure, he looked down at the little girl with a cold smile.

"Little girl, it’s best not to say such things."

Then he turned back to Amon.

The smile remained.

Cold.

Sharp.

"What’s it going to be, brother?"

"Brother?"

Suddenly, a voice filled with shock echoed from behind Amon.

Kayla stood there, staring at Marcus.

Her beautiful face was filled with surprise.

All three heads turned toward her.

Kayla furrowed her brow and looked at Amon in a slightly betrayed manner.

"You told me you didn’t have any family anymore. Why did you lie?"

"That hurts."

Marcus placed a hand over his chest and made a pained expression.

"How could you not tell her about the wonderful family you came from, brother?"

With a playful smile, Marcus stepped forward and patted Amon’s shoulder.

And the world froze.