From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 506

The middle-aged man was dressed in refined luxury as he looked down over the surrounding streets, as though the entire city of Yelem lay bowing at his feet.

He was none other than the current leader of the Benjamin family, the undisputed top authority of Dechor, Potter Benjamin.

"I'm back!"

Potter raised a finger and pointed toward the tallest church several feet away.

It was the highest building in the whole of Yelem. Every day, its bells rang out by the hour, and people worshipped the holy place.

As soon as Potter spoke, Denzel's expression changed drastically.

"Is he really back?" he murmured softly, his gaze shifting again and again.

It had been fifty years since his great-great-grandfather left the Benjamin family. Back then, Denzel hadn't even been born.

In the past, the Benjamin family had only been ranked among the top powerful families of Dechor.

But more than a hundred years ago, it was Potter's appearance that had lifted the Benjamins to a status above all others, forcing even the old noble families of Dechor to bow their heads.

From then on, they were honored as the number one family throughout Yelem.

His great-great-grandfather was, without question, the most brilliant and extraordinary figure in the several-hundred-year history of the Benjamin family.

Denzel had grown up hearing countless stories about him. He knew those tales so well that he could almost recite them word-for-word.

Yet, in over twenty years of life, he had never once seen the man in person. He only knew that his great-great-grandfather was a legend among the world of assassins, better known as Benjamin, the Hermit.

Potter clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze deep as an abyss.

"It's great to be back." Potter seemed relieved.

Over the past ten years, the Benjamin family maintained their position as the number one family in Dechor.

However, new rising families had been appearing like mushrooms after the rain.

These fresh powers had formed an alliance, and they were already showing signs of being able to stand against the Benjamins.

The Benjamin family was still strong, but they could no longer completely crush these new forces. The two sides had fallen into a deadlock.

To break this stalemate, they needed a heavyweight figure to tip the scales.

Potter was undoubtedly the best choice, but he had vanished from the world for fifty years.

Even the most powerful networks had failed to track him down, so how could the Benjamin family have found him?

At such a critical moment for the Benjamins, no one expected the Hermit to actually return to Yelem.

Denzel finally returned to his senses. He clenched his fists tightly, looking stone-cold.

"This is wonderful. Now that you have returned, the Austens, Farquads, and Cadellis won't be able to cause trouble anymore!"

Potter gave a slight nod, a flash of cold light passing through his eyes.

"For the past few years, they've been secretly strengthening themselves, planning to unite and tear our family down from the throne. Did they really think we didn't know? If I hadn't been lacking absolute certainty of victory, I would have wiped them out long ago!"

A faint aura leaked from his body, and several thin cracks appeared in the air in front of him.

"A few days ago, my name reappeared on the Global Assassin Network, and those families were already shaken up by it. Yesterday, they even sent people here to show goodwill.

"Tomorrow night, I've arranged a high-profile banquet and invited the heads of all the top families to attend. You're already an adult, and the Benjamin family will belong to you in the future. It's time for me to step back and let you take the lead.

He then added, "As for Yelem, I'll stay and play along with them for a few more days. Once we send them off, we'll head to the desert. Besides, another opponent has arrived here. The wager I made with him before isn't over yet."

"An old rival?" Celia's gaze shifted slightly. "Is the Hermit in Yelem?"

Leander slowly nodded. Yelem was large, but it was nothing compared to Highcliffe.

Within the range of his spiritual sense, he had already detected a trace of the Hermit's presence. Even though it was only a faint hint, it was enough to confirm that the Hermit was here.

"Where is he now?" Celia frowned and pressed further.

At that moment, they happened to walk up to the gates of an abandoned classical manor. Leander stopped right in his tracks.

"He's right here."

Celia hadn't even had time to react to his words when everything suddenly went dark. The light around them faded at a visible speed, as if it were being swallowed whole.

It was 4 p.m. with the sun still high in the sky, yet in an instant, the world was drowned in darkness. The surroundings turned into chaos, enclosing the two of them in a frozen, shadowed space.

It was as though they had stepped into an entirely different world, cold and pitch black on all sides.

Even though Celia was an Infernal Crown Transcendent, she still couldn't see anything in the darkness.

She couldn't even make out Leander's figure anymore, and all she could hear was his voice.

Celia was unable to identify what sort of magic this was and how it could change the surroundings and temperature so abruptly.

While she was in shock, a warm and powerful hand suddenly took hold of her delicate fingers, instantly calming her.

Leander's voice pierced through the darkness, loud and clear. "You're finally here!"