Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 521: Waking From Eternal Sleep!

Thirty more years passed…

Hope Island…

The grand hall atop the palace had remained untouched, its doors sealed as though it were a tomb. Inside, nature had claimed its own—layers of soil had formed, creeping vines slithered along the walls, and a red sand snake nest coiled protectively around the still figure of Das.

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He sat unmoving on his swinging chair, his youthful face frozen in eternal contemplation, oblivious to the world outside.

The world, however, had already forgotten him. People were moving normally, many small nations only knew the existence of the Red Sword Sovereign, but they didn’t know the real person behind that name.

The Aries family daughter raised by Das continued to hold power in her old age. His young wives who were married later, now older and frail, managed the vast underground network and political affairs of the world.

Rumors of rebellion surfaced multiple times, whispers of the Red Sword Sovereign’s death giving hope to those who wished to see his empire crumble.

But they were wrong.

Das’s foundation was too strong. The underground world, the ruling order, and the intricate web of power he had woven did not shatter, even without his presence. Instead, his absence became legend.

Families and grandchildren lit candles before his chamber, offering prayers to the man who had shaped the world. The people of Hope Island, where his palace stood, built a 100-foot golden statue in his honor, depicting him in his prime, wielding the legendary Red cursed Sword that had massacred countless enemies.

Across the world, myths about his existence and deeds still flourished—some said he had ascended to godhood, others believed he was waiting for the right moment to return.

On the darknet, the truth still lived. Hidden in the shadows of the internet, forbidden footage of his past massacres continued to spread. The legend of the Red Sword Sovereign never truly faded.

Then, on August 13, 2099, the silence was shattered.

A space ripple appeared above the Das family mansion on Hope Island. The sky twisted unnaturally, warping like a broken mirror, and from the gaping tear in space, a lone figure emerged.

A young man clad in pristine white robes, adorned with strange golden patterns that pulsed like living veins. His bald head gleamed under the sun, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s. He descended slowly, taking in the place with a gaze that carried both wisdom and arrogance.

After a long moment of observation, he moved.

In a single breath, he landed before the sealed chamber.

With an air of absolute authority, he lifted his foot and kicked.

The grand doors that had been shut for three decades exploded into splinters, wood and metal flying in all directions. The sacred chamber, once untouched, now lay open for the first time in thirty years.

The mansion erupted into chaos.

Alarms blared. The world-class security force, trained to protect the sovereign’s legacy, arrived in mere seconds, surrounding the intruder with the deadliest weapons and lasers available. But the monk in white did not falter.

His gaze locked onto Das, still sitting motionless on the swinging chair, his hands resting over his lap, his eyes closed in endless contemplation.

The monk sneered. "So, this is the last surviving Aries Family Patriarch? Hmmhh… this bastard already collected all the family heirlooms. "

He raised his hand, and with a single wave, an invisible force blasted outward. The elite guards—men who had fought wars and survived impossible battles—were flung away like dry leaves in a storm. They crashed into walls, trees, and metal railings, groaning in agony. The entire mansion trembled under the sheer force of his casual gesture.

He moved in a flash, appearing before Das in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, he grabbed Das by the collar and yanked him into the air.

"Are you the Aries Family Patriarch?" the monk demanded, his voice cold as steel.

Das did not react.

His mind, trapped in the depths of thought, did not register the world outside. He was neither awake nor asleep—he was simply there, existing like an ancient tree, his soul drifting in endless contemplation.

The monk’s patience snapped. With a sharp movement, he launched Das out of the palace with a brutal kick.

Das’s body tore through the air like a comet, crashing into the open courtyard with a deafening boom, shattering the stone floor beneath him. Dust and debris shot into the air, obscuring the scene.

The monk followed instantly, appearing beside Das’s fallen body, ready to deliver another devastating blow. His foot rose—

Then, Das’s eyes snapped open.

A shockwave erupted from his body, halting the monk’s attack mid-air. The very air trembled under the sudden release of power, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

Das, still looking no older than twenty-one, stood up slowly.

His youthful face remained unchanged, his body untouched by the decay of time. His long hair flowed behind him, his eyes as deep as the abyss itself.

The assembled family members, the elderly wives, and the palace staff who had gathered to witness the commotion all stared, not at the monk, but at Das.

"He… he hasn’t aged a day…" one of Das’s late wives whispered, awe-struck.

"Impossible…" another gasped, gripping their cane with trembling hands.

The baby of the Aries family princess (who was raised by Das), who had ruled in his absence, felt her heart tremble. "Father…?" she whispered, barely believing her own voice.

Das stretched his arms, as if awakening from a long dream. He finally looked around, his gaze moving past the ruins of the palace doors, past the stunned faces, and finally settling on the monk before him.

For the first time in thirty years, Das spoke.

"Who… are you?" His voice was steady, but carried a weight that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

But strangely the monk is not staring at Das. The monk’s complete attention turned towards the old lady who just called Das as ’Father’...

The monk’s eyes went wide in shock and his body began trembling.

"How?!"