Chapter 740 Tearing the World Apart
Leander descended from the sky, landing directly in the courtyard of Ashcroft Residence.
Beneath the old locust tree, Gareth slowly turned around, a trace of surprise crossing his face.
From Leander’s eyes alone, he could already feel it-the fury barely held in check, the overwhelming intent to kill.
“You already know about your mother?” Gareth asked quietly.
Leander’s expression was cold, his brows heavy with menace.
“How could I not know?”
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He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice sharp as a blade. “What I don’t understand is you. You let your own wife get taken right in front of you, and now you’re just standing here like nothing happened. How do you live with that?”
Gareth froze, struck speechless.
It was true. His wife had been taken right before his eyes-and all he had done was stand there and watch.
A surge of regret rose in his chest.
Even if he couldn’t have defeated that mysterious old man, even if the outcome wouldn’t have changed, he should have at least fought for Lydia. He should have shown he was willing to stand against it.
But in the end, he had been completely overwhelmed by the old man’s ability to tear open space itself. He hadn’t even dared to
move.
“This… is my fault,” Gareth said hoarsely. “I’m not a good fathey… and I don’t deserve to be her husband.”
Not yet forty, Gareth suddenly looked ten years older. His shoulders slumped as he lowered his head in defeat.
Leander’s eyes flickered. When he saw Gareth consumed by guilt, the harsh words on his tongue slowly faded.
Thinking of the mysterious old man’s power, he took a deep breath, forcing down the storm raging inside him.
“None of that matters now,” he said in a low voice. “I want the truth. Who is he? Why did he take my mother?”
Gareth fell silent for a moment before looking up again. His lips moved, but in the end, he shook his head.
“I don’t know exactly who he is. I only know he’s from the same family as your mother-there’s blood between them. He came to take her back to the Brookhaven
family.
“Your mother… is actually a martial artist too. Not just any-she is among the very strongest. Even King Phase masters would be nothing more than ants to her…..”
His gaze softened as he began recounting what had happened twenty years ago. Back then, Gareth had only just stepped into the martial world, not even reaching the Martial Sovereign level. To push himself further, he traveled across the world, honing his strength.
Near the border of Skarovia, he ran into a deadly crisis.
Amercenary squad with martial artists targeted him for assassination. He managed to take down half of them-but he was gravely injured, on the brink of death.
Just as he was about to be killed, a woman appeared.
With a single hand, she crushed dozens of enemies in an instant and saved him.
Afterward, she cared for him while he recovered. But the moment he healed, she left without a word, heading deep into the snowy mountains of Skarovia in search of something.
There, she was struck by a mysterious restriction that temporarily sealed her power. Surrounded by dozens of wolves, she was on the verge of being torn apart.
Gareth, tracking her trail, arrived just in time.
In a life-or-death struggle, he fought off the wolves and saved her.
From that battle, something changed between them. Feelings grew-and eventually, they came together.
That woman was Leander’s mother, Lydia.
“Our meeting was pure chance,” Gareth said quietly. “Her status was far above mine. She came from an ancient, mysterious family -one that doesn’t exist in the ordinary world.
“Her elders had already arranged a marriage for her. But she was already pregnant with you… so she broke off the Jager and chose to marry me instead. That decision enraged her entire family.
“She paid the price herself-sealing her own power for twenty years, just so you could be born safely… and so she could raise you.
“She made an agreement with them. After twenty years, she would return and accept punishment.”
Leander stood still, his eyes shifting slightly.
He had never imagined that Gareth and Lydia’s past would be like this.
Nor had he ever guessed that the gentle, graceful woman he knew had once been a powerhouse of unimaginable strength.
From Gareth’s description, Lydia’s power twenty years ago had already surpassed a nine-star King Phase master’s-at the very
r least, she had reached the Imperial Phase.
A family capable of raising such a prodigy was beyond comprehension.
“Punishment…” Leander murmured, his gaze sharpening. “So that old man took her back to make her answer for it?”
Gareth shook his head.
“She mentioned it before. She didn’t go into details, but from what I understood… she had some kind of agreement with her family. This time, she won’t be punished. She just has to complete a task for them.
“But no matter what… once she returns, she won’t be able to leave again. She’ll be confined to that place forever. She won’t be allowed to step into the outside world.” “That place?” Leander asked, frowning. “You mean…”
Gareth slowly replied, “Lesser World.”
Leander’s eyes narrowed.
“Lesser World… again.”
This wasn’t the first time he had heard the name.
From Caelius, he had already learned that the Lesser World existed beyond the ordinary world—a realm filled with beings as powerful as gods. Any one of them stepping into the mortal world could stir up chaos.
Even Genevieve, whom he had met at Sandsong Oasis, came from there.
It was a place shrouded in mystery.
Before, Leander hadn’t cared. No matter how powerful it was, it had nothing to do with him.
But now, Lydia had been taken there.
The Lesser World had stepped directly into his path.
“Lesser World…” he muttered, then suddenly asked, “Do you know how to get there?”
Gareth shook his head immediately.
“Outsiders can’t enter. The entrance is hidden and heavily guarded. Anyone who wants to pass needs special authorization. For outsiders, it’s almost impossible.”
How could he not have wanted to go? To find Lydia. To stay by her side.
But the more he learned about the Lesser World, the more hopeless it seemed.
At his current King Phase level, he was considered top-tier in the mortal world-but
in the Lesser World, he would be nothing. Just a drop in the ocean.
He wouldn’t even make it past the gatekeepers.
“Not allowed in?” Leander repeated, his voice turning icy.
Deep in his eyes, something feral stirred-cold, ruthless, and terrifying.
“If they won’t let me in, then I’ll break my way in.”
He looked straight at Gareth, a faint golden light flickering in his eyes.
“Tell me where the entrance is. Even if I have to tear the entire Lesser World apart, I’ll bring her back.”