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They call him Ghost.
A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.
To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.
To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.
To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.

But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.

After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:

"That was your last mission."

Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.

But war forged more than his body and name.

Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.
One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.
He’s not just a weapon.
He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.
A man of many names, and many shadows.

Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.
And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire

As the host's voice echoed across the arena — "Begin!" — a wave of stillness settled over the crowd.

Then, in a blink, Sora Veylen moved.

Her movements were smooth as silk, her footwork barely disturbing the dust beneath her. She darted in a blur, drawing close to her opponent in a heartbeat — launching a quick series of open-palm strikes aimed at Sayaka's upper body. Her precision was evident, each strike calculated to test Sayaka's balance and reaction time.

Sayaka Nozomi didn't flinch.

She stood like a pillar of ice as Sora's first strike came in — then with a single, elegant pivot, she redirected the blow, her sleeve trailing like a wisp of snow in the air. She responded with a swift, rising knee, catching Sora mid-motion and forcing her back with a sharp gasp.

"Whoa—did she just redirect that without even looking?"

Cold!!