All eyes fell on Kain once more. He didn’t pay attention to them. Instead, he listened to the children’s inner thoughts. They still didn’t know he had a direct link to their conversation. He wouldn’t let them know, not now.

"Big brother," Avery called Dominic, "why do those fish look so ugly?"

Dominic didn’t answer; instead, it was Ashton. "That one’s the angler fish. The other is the blobfish. They live deep in the sea. They don’t see much light. I heard the blobfish is the ugliest fish. But I think the angler fish is worse."

"They’re both ugly." Avery pointed to something else on the screen. "This one’s cute."

"Cookiecutter shark," Dominic said.

"Brother, do you know this one?" Avery asked, intrigued.

Dominic nodded.

Kain didn’t continue listening to their conversation. He cut the link and turned his attention to the worried adults in the room.

"What is this? Why is this happening?" Mrs. Hartwell’s voice trembled.

"You..." Mr Hartwell pointed a finger at Kain. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," Kain shrugged. Their suspicious eyes did nothing to shake his cool exterior. He knew a few things more than ordinary people. But that didn’t mean he knew everything. His own experience wasn’t one with a great track record.

"Bullshit," Roger’s voice boomed. His temper exploded. The earthquake earlier had nearly destroyed his home. Now the world was in a panic. The only person in the entire mansion who wasn’t panicking or worried was Kain.

"You fed us the information, you told us what to keep as supplies. You seem to know exactly what the world is experiencing." He barked. "Are you telling me all of that is a lucky guess?" Riger’s chest heaved as he finished talking.

The suspicion solidified.

"Hm," Kain replied carelessly. "It’s a lucky guess. Didn’t you already check my background? You probably dug up everything about my family from the present to ancient times. What else could it be but a lucky guess?"

His demeanor made Mr Hartwell’s blood pressure spike. He staggered. His wife caught him and brought him to sit.

The bodyguards, butler, and others didn’t make a sound. Whether they were suspicious, it wasn’t their place to say anything. They were employed by the Hartwells, so their livelihood was with the Hartwell’s.

Kain flashed a smile. He looked over at the butler whose name he still didn’t know.

"Hey, butler. Amelia’s already safe. Maybe you should secure your own woman?"

The butler’s lip quivered. The playful smirk on Kain’s face made him want to hit him. His eyes darted to Mrs Hartwell. It was so quick that others missed it, but Kain, staring at him, didn’t.

His voice travelled through the room, louder than before. "Money won’t buy you a life. I suggest, in the next hour, if any of you have family, you go find them and get them to higher ground. Don’t stay here."

He looked at the clock on the wall, "Well...forty-five minutes. That’s all the time you’ve got."

He had already cautioned them. Whether they went was up to them.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Roger Hartwell started speaking, but Nicola cut him off.

"Dad, shut up." Nicola’s voice was steady. He glanced at Kain before speaking, "It’s up to you all if you go or not. If you don’t go, and something happens to your family, don’t blame us later. If you wish, you may also have them come to the mansion. The decision is yours."

Nicol stopped talking. He addressed no one in particular, but everyone knew he was talking to everyone here who had families. With Nicola’s guarantee, many people left the mansion. Whether they would come back was anyone’s guess.

As they waited. Kain gradually heard the sound of roaring sound. At first, he wondered whether the mansion had an old generator, and that’s what he was hearing. The sound, however, didn’t stop; it got louder.

He asked Amelia if they had a generator running. She said no. But the sound kept coming.

He noticed none of the people in the room seemed to hear it. They were maintaining normal conversation, but he was having trouble hearing anything they said.

It wasn’t until he saw the children holding their hands over their ears that he remembered. He was an awakened. Heightened senses were part of the deal. If he and the children could hear it, then it might not be as close as he expected.

He walked to a floor-to-ceiling window. He wanted to see if he could see anything. Hearing it while others couldn’t meant the sound was far away enough yet loud enough for him to hear.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood watching, but he felt a tug on his hand.

"What’s wrong?" he heard Amelia saying.

"Close the windows," he whispered. "Close the windows," he said louder this time. He needed everyone in the mansion to hear him.

They couldn’t hear it, but he could. So could the children. The event he had been waiting for. He didn’t wait for them to respond. He simply started closing windows.

"What are you doing?" a deep voice called out. It was the butler.

"Close the windows," Kain repeated.

He moved quickly, closing every window he could find. He started locking doors, regardless of what they thought. It was only when an idiot bodyguard got in his way that he stopped. He had clearly closed the window, but the bodyguard opened it again.

"You don’t listen well, do you? I said, close it."

The man stood there, challenging Kain. He was more muscular than Kain. In his mind, Kain couldn’t do anything to him. If he tried, he would knock him out. A man like this wasn’t worthy of their young lady.

Kain made no move to stop him. The smile on the man’s face got bigger. He thought Kain was a coward.

Kain closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. "I’ve never liked repeating myself. One more time, close it, or I’m taking your hand."

The bodyguard folded his arms, leaned against the window, and watched. No one in the mansion made a move. They were unsure of why Kain insisted on closing the windows. Disasters aside, the day was clear and beautiful.

A day like this made people want to be outside.

Kain had given his warning. He had no intention of giving another. His hand shot out, gripping the man’s neck. He pushed the man backward, causing him to stumble. He closed the window as he passed.

Only after closing the window did Kain let him go. The now angry bodyguard swung at Kain. He didn’t dodge, he met the man’s punch head-on. As their fists collided, the sound of bones snapping like dry branches echoed.

The anguished cry of the bodyguard made those watching shiver. He fell to his knees, cradling the broken hand.

Kain scowled, no longer looking at him. He turned to the others. "Aren’t you moving?"

Everyone scrambled to close the windows.

With the windows downstairs closed, he ushered everyone upstairs. Not to the second floor with the bedroom, but up to the third floor. The bodyguard was still clutching his hand, hatred shining in his eyes. Kain didn’t care.

"Why are we upstairs?" Nicola finally decided to ask. He noticed Kain’s unusually serious demeanor.

"Because this is where the food is," Kain said. Seeing Nicola’s disbelieving look, he turned to the three children. "Tell them what you hear."

"It’s loud," Dominic said. "Water. Lots of water. It’s coming closer."