The prized Jellyfish Seal was the key to becoming the head honcho of BK.

The ten elders had been scouring the earth for this seal, but who'd have thought? Quentin, the sly fox, managed to snag it.

The seal was smooth to the touch, with its unique engraving - it was the true Jellyfish Seal.

After vanishing for years, the Jellyfish Seal was back in play.

The man grabbed it, voice dripping with sarcasm, “If he wants to be punished, let him have it.”

Back in the day, he saw potential in the kid, took a chance on him. Otherwise, Quentin would've been just another statistic among

the orphans scrapping for survival.

Quentin had been a good soldier over the years, running Forbidden Island like clockwork, cold and ruthless despite his youth - he

was the protégé he was most proud of.

But this protégé nearly blew Forbidden Island to kingdom come. Now the place was still ticking with explosives, and no one knew if

the island would still be there csunrise.

And that island was prreal estate for certain power players. If they cafter Quentin for it, his life wouldn't be worth a nickel.

Besides, Quentin had crossed a line with BK - that was a cardinal sin.

“But sir, if he keeps taking this kind of heat, he might not make it.”

“That's his choice. I've got plenty of other pawns in play; he's not irreplaceable.”

Talk about cold. You'd think after raising someone, even a dog, for so long, there'd be sattachment.

was like he was

headed to notify the torture

of torture kicked off,

was a mess, not an inch of his

towards the door, only making it a few yards before collapsing, strength

pain.

so intense he couldn't

in his hand, shaped like the piece of

it that day. He'd

Seal's location, reveal his true identity, but

- albeit a fiery one

mind, Quentin was still the kid trying to buck fate, not

the last slice of paradise he

the stone shaped like candy, he mustered

it wasn't candy,

the taste of earth on

his eyes, drawing a hint of sweetness from it

It was worth it.

pure Quentin live on in

chamber staff found him on the floor, checked

“He's gone.”

him out. And tell the boss, it's tto pick a

if Quentin's death was a mere

waiting for news from lan, felt a pang

leaving Quentin's ashes back on Forbidden

the sea, thinking of lan

- what

was breaking as she boarded a ship, seeking answers from the

“Any word yet?”

faces were grave, heads shaking slowly in

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