?Chapter 374:
In Blebert, people only knew that Xander had spent a few years abroad studying martial arts. They were unaware that his training took ce at the secretive Doomsday Base, under the personal guidance of Marissa.
Even Aelfric, the deputy chief instructor at the base, was in the dark about Xander’s true identity. During his training, Xander consistently painted his face and adopted a pseudonym, effectively hiding his real appearance and name.
Reflecting on Xander’s clever disguise, Marissa found herself amused.
Xander was fortunate, born into the affluent Hoffman family. Hispetent elder brother took care of all familial responsibilities, allowing him the luxury of a carefree life, leveraging connections to navigate his way through the world.
He had joined the Peridot Consortium through his brother’s influence, and his entry into the Doomsday Base was made happen by his grandfather. He was mastering the art ofworking.
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Xander’s grandfather, who was friends with Zyair, had described Xander as unruly and difficult to handle. He asked Zyair to take him under his wing and instill some discipline.
Initially reluctant, Zyair eventually consented out of respect for his old friend’s plea, even deciding to mentor Xander personally.
Yet, Xander, the archetype of a pampered rich heir, had never faced real challenges. The stringent regimen at the Doomsday Base overwhelmed him.
He struggled not only with the physical pain but also with the discipline required. His rebellious streak led to disruptive behavior throughout the base.
Zyair, though fully capable of reigning in the young troublemaker, held back due to his long-standing friendship with Xander’s grandfather. He was cautious not to harm the boy seriously.
Reaching his limit with Xander’s antics, Zyair transferred the responsibility to Marissa, who had been growing increasingly exasperated with Xander.
She eagerly took on the role of his new instructor, applying a no-nonsense approach to his training.
Xander initially met her strict methods with fierce resistance, even boldly standing on the roof, hands on hips, cursing her and threatening dire consequences.
Marissa, unfazed by his tantrums, responded with even tougher measures. Each of his threats was met with a lesson in humility, leaving him bruised but gradually morepliant.
Within the base, the only person Xander truly feared was ck Mallow, the chief instructor. Her presence alone was enough to make Xander’s knees weak.
From a well-groomed, defiant young master, Xander transformed under her rigorous guidance into a rugged, disciplined man who no longer unted his status.
Although they were peers in age, he regarded her with the reverence one might show a deity.
Later, when Marissa and King uncovered that the Peridot Consortium had stolen a file bag from the Doomsday Base, they strategized to use Xander’s privileged position. They sent him back to Blebert, tasked with infiltrating the Peridot Consortium and unveiling the background of its president.
Marissa hadn’t anticipated that the president of the Peridot Consortium would have ties with Xander’s elder brother, a connection Xander had exploited to be the vice president of the consortium.
She had initially nned to extract information about the Peridot Consortium from Remy. However, that now seemed redundant; Xander was undoubtedly more informed. She simply needed to question him.
To her astonishment, Xander responded, “Sorry, chief instructor, I haven’t uncovered rissa’s background yet.”
Marissa’s frown deepened. “She’s nning to marry your brother. How is it possible she hasn’t revealed her identity and background to your family? Xander, you’re not betraying the Doomsday Base for your position as vice president of the Peridot Consortium, are you?”
“No, no, no,” Xander quickly shook his head. “I would never betray the Doomsday Base! No, no, I would never betray you, chief instructor.”
“Then tell me, who exactly is rissa?” Marissa pressed.
Xander inhaled deeply, looking troubled, and admitted, “It’s a ratherplicated matter.”
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