Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2689 Jovan froze again, and only after a long while did he finally speak. "I'm Mr. Livingston's youngest apprentice. After he died, the Advanced Medical Institute was thrown into chaos. Mr. Easton and Koda both want the director's position." He continued, "So they've brought in a lot of outside help for support. And Mr. Lloyd, aren't you one of the people backing Koda? Plus, the Owens family from Chetvine... | know about all of you." Andrew smiled. "So you must really hate us outsiders, don't you?" Jovan quickly shook his head. "No, | don't hate you.

| only hate myself for being weak. Just like you said, Mr. Lloyd, I'm not a real man yet, but | went looking for death anyway. If it weren't for you, Mr. Lloyd, I'd probably share the same fate as Mr. Livingston right now." Andrew asked, "Jovan, do you miss Mr. Livingston very much?" Jovan seemed to be taken aback by the question. Then, he scratched his head with an awkward laugh. "Miss him? | wouldn't say that exactly. Mr. Livingston never paid any attention to me as his youngest apprentice.

Even on the day he took me as a student, it was one of my senior apprentices who conducted the ceremony for him." ---- He continued, "I just remember that he was my mentor who taught us alchemy skills and martial arts. | lived under the Institute's roof, so now that he's gone, honoring him is something | should do." Andrew smiled. "Looks like you're pretty kind-hearted. So, would you be interested in becoming the director of the Advanced Medical Institute?" The sudden shift in topic startled Jovan so badly that his face went pale. He frantically shook his head and waved his hands. No way!

I've never thought about that. What am | to even consider being the director? At the very least, it should be Mr. Easton or Koda. Someone useless and weak like me is not worthy." His voice got smaller and smaller as he spoke, full of self-doubt. Andrew, however, looked very satisfied. "Jovan, maybe life will give you a chance. Let's just imagine this: if the opportunity landed right in front of you, and you could take the director's seat and lead the entire Institute, would you take it or not?" Jovan's expression turned serious as he nodded hard. "I would!

But not because | want power or benefits. If | ever became the director, there's one thing I'd have to do. Just one." Andrew's smile deepened. "Tell me. What would you do?" ---- Jovan clenched his jaw as something finally surfaced in his eyes: hatred and a thirst for vengeance. "| want to kill..." He suddenly snapped out of it and stopped mid- sentence. His whole body stiffened as he glanced nervously at Andrew. "| didn't mean anything. | won't do anything. I'm not capable." Andrew chuckled lightly. "Your restraint and caution aren't bad at all.

Looks like the chaos in the Institute forced you to grow up a bit. But Jovan, | still want to know what you're planning." Jovan shook his head hard. "I won't say it. | don't want anything." Andrew clapped his hands. "Eric, come give me a hand." Eric, who had already left the hall in annoyance, stomped over while cursing under his breath. He smacked Jovan on the back of the head. "Look what I brought you." Jovan instinctively looked up and immediately locked eyes with Eric's gaze, which swirled like water in a whirlpool.

In that instant, Jovan's eyes went numb and began spinning along with them. Eric's Phantom Mirage had already taken hold. "Tell me your deepest desire and your biggest secret." Jovan spoke in a hollow voice. "I want to kill them. Koda, Corbin, ---- Lennox, all of them. They don't deserve to be disciples of the Advanced Medical Institute. They killed Mr. Livingston. | hate them."