A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4693

Upon hearing this, Jared immediately understood how the Tenth Hall had known about Tavon's death so quickly and why they had sent Octavion after him.

“Severing a strand of your soul without harming your body or cultivation... that's no easy feat,” Jared muttered, his brows furrowing slightly.

Octavion let out a chuckle. “Of course it's difficult. If it were simple, I wouldn't be asking for your help. But don't worry—I'm not expecting you to do it for free. I have a special piece of armor—exceptionally durable and capable of enhancing your strength. It was a gift from my father, so precious that I couldn't bring myself to wear it.”

With that, he opened his palm, and a black box materialized seemingly out of thin air. He placed it in front of Jared.

“How generous.” Jared eyed the box skeptically, finding it hard to believe that Octavion would part with something so valuable.

Octavion chuckled. “Of course. I'm quite generous when it comes to friends,” he said with a confident smile.

Jared shook his head. “I don't want—”

“What? You don't want to help me?” Octavion interrupted, his expression turning surprised.

“I'll help you,” Jared clarified, “but I don't want the armor.”

Octavion frowned. “Are you afraid of owing me a favor?” He couldn't understand why Jared would refuse such a prized gift.

“It's not that,” Jared replied casually. “I just think your armor is... average.”

“Average? This is—” Octavion's mouth opened to argue, but before he could say anything, his eyes widened in shock. A shimmering golden glow suddenly radiated from Jared's body, and in the next instant, brilliant golden scales materialized, covering him completely. Within moments, Jared stood before him, transformed into a figure resembling a golden-armored god of war.

Octavion was speechless, utterly dumbfounded by the sight.

“What the...” Octavion gasped, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

Jared smirked. “Well? Do you still think your armor is better than my Golem Body?”

Without waiting for a response, he suddenly plunged the dagger straight into his own chest.

Clang!

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice carrying both relief and gratitude.

“Octavion! Octavion!” Lorelei suddenly burst into the room, her expression tense as she hurried toward him.

She had sensed the sudden weakening of Octavion's soul. The moment her eyes landed on his pale face and feeble state, she turned sharply to Jared, hostility flashing in her gaze.

Jared, unfazed, stood up to leave. “I'll leave you two to talk.”

Lorelei instinctively moved to stop him, intending to demand an explanation, but Octavion reached out and held her back.

“I was the one who asked Jared to sever a strand of my soul,” he said with a faint smile. “Now that my bodily spirit lamp is extinguished, we don't have to return to the Tenth Hall. And more importantly, the Celestial Palace won't send their enforcers after us.”

Lorelei crossed her arms, her brows knitting together. “You're unbelievably reckless,” she scolded. “Entrusting your life to a stranger like that? What if he had harbored ill intentions? You could've been killed!”

“Don't worry,” Octavion reassured her with a soft smile. “If he had any intention of killing me, I wouldn't be standing here right now. Now, we can finally be together. No one will ever tear us apart again.” With that, he pulled Lorelei into his embrace, and lowered her onto the bed.