Saber Sovereign: The Low-Key Legend
​"I was the boy who washed your cars in the rain. Now, I am the man who owns the sky you fly in."
​Thirteen years ago, Carson McCain’s world was erased. His parents were killed, his inheritance was stolen by his own blood, and he was abandoned in the neon-soaked gutters of New Seattle. For years, he survived on scraps, his only hope being a girl who eventually traded his heart for a piece of cheap jewelry and the favor of a gang lord.
​But the world didn't know that the "Ghost-Washer" of 4th Street was the only disciple of a hidden Primordial.
​Five years in the void.
Five years of blood, fire, and the agonizing refinement of the Saber-Qi.
​Now, Carson is back. He isn't just a Level 14 Celestial Sovereign with power that can slice through dimensions; he is the shadow owner of the world’s largest conglomerates. He doesn't want an apology. He doesn't want his money back.
​He wants the Solaris Hegemony to tremble when he unsheathes his blade.
​"The world is a whetstone. And I am finally sharp."

​Marcus laughed. Viper laughed. Even Maya let out a mocking giggle. "He's gone crazy," she whispered. "The trauma finally broke him."


​Marcus's tablet turned a brilliant, blinding gold.


​[TRANSACTION APPROVED: 500,000,000 UNITS]


[NEW OWNER REGISTERED: MCCAIN HOLDINGS]


​The silence that followed was so thick you could taste it. Marcus looked at the tablet, then at Carson, then back at the tablet. His face turned a sickly shade of grey.


​"Sir... Mr. McCain..." Marcus stammered, his knees buckling. "I... I didn't know... I mean..."


​"You're fired, Marcus," Carson said softly. "Pack your things. You have three minutes before the security droids escort you out for trespassing."


​Viper roared, his Level 9 Qi erupting in a messy, orange haze. "I don't care how much money you have! You're still a rat! I'll kill you right here!"


​He lunged, his fist glowing with kinetic energy.


Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: The Golden Ping