CHAPTER 1
The Death of King
Bam!
A deafening crash resounded through the laboratory, shattering the silence like a thunderous clap. Flames danced wildly, their flickering tongues hungrily consuming the air, as steaming smoke snaked its way through the once pristine confines of the chamber. The walls bore the marks of violence, smeared with the bloody evidence of a brutal battle.
Emerging from the dense haze of smoke, a towering figure materialized like a specter from the abyss. Clad in dark red armor that seemed to absorb the very light around it, the man exuded an aura of foreboding menace. The glint of two malevolent, blood-red eyes pierced through the haze.
A low growl emanated from the armored man, like that of some monstrous machine rumbling to life. His heavy footsteps echoed with each step, sending tremors that further fractured the once pristine white walls of the dim laboratory.
As the smoke slightly cleared, a ghastly tableau unfolded before him—a wounded and broken man, his body bleeding and mangled, propped up against a crumbling wall. Those eyes that seemed to laughing seemed to fuel the wrath that simmered within the armored figure, stoking the fires of vengeance that raged within him.
Looking at the corpses of his teammates around the armored man, “As expected, King… cough! You’re strong.” The man said, grinning wryly as he showed his bloody teeth, “Too bad, it ends here.”
In response, King remained silent as he lifted a mechanical sword now tainted with the blood and flesh of this man’s fallen comrades. The man only laugh as King made a swift and calculated motion, severing the man’s head.
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Slightly tilting to the side, King paused, glancing at the corpse before turning his gaze toward a nearby capsule, where a body floated lifelessly within. The word "Father" escaped his lips in a raspy whisper, tinged with anguish.
“I can’t let them escape.”
Even as the sound of approaching helicopters filled the air, King could sense the presence of numerous hostile enemies. Even if he chase that man, he knew he had little time and strength before he would be confronted with an army of relentless mercenaries. The odds were against him.
As the sound of the helicopters could be heard, he could feel the presence of many hostile enemies. Even if he chased them outside, it was clear that what will greet him was an army of mercenaries.
“Even if I have to be buried with you…” King put his hand on his chest. Using what energy he has left, he created a dark crimson vortex.
He groans as one of his knees slams into the ground. As the vortex on his chest becomes more violent each second passed, the armor on his body slowly fades into dust and his red eyes turned light blue. His expression was bloodless, his skin was burnt and bloody and the unstable energy in his body made his internal organs congested and chaotic.
“Haa… Forgive me… Every one,” He said, lowering the lids of his eyes.
It was at that moment when the vortex on his chest erupted, melting and devouring everything around him.
Boom!
The hidden island in the Pacific Ocean was destroyed by the crimson vortex, crushed by chaotic energy. Every Ability user that was strong enough to sense it was alarmed.
Near where the hidden island disappeared, above the sky where a transparent blue ground hovered, “Impossible,” A woman’s voice rang as the air around them went cold.
The armed men and women that were with her shuddered as the silver-haired woman darkly said, “How could he die like this?”
“Who was it… Who sent him here!” She shouted.
They braced themselves against the cold sensation that went through them with cold necks.
Fearing that her anger would turn them into ice, no one dared to answer her with their head lowered.