Novels by Keatin9

The heavy steel doors of the Aegis Sanctum buckled inward with a loud, metallic screech.​Dust rained from the cracked ceiling. Emergency lights flickered, casting a red glow over the lobby.​Rex wiped blood from his jaw. He slammed a fresh thermal cartridge into his plasma rifle.​"They breached the outer perimeter," Rex reported, his bionic arm whirring loudly. "The automated turrets are completely offline."​Seraphina stood beside him, fingers hovering over her dual silver blades.​"Hold the line," Seraphina ordered.​Through the ruined glass entrance, dozens of heavily armored mechas surrounded the facility. The giant robotic suits aimed their rotary cannons directly at the front doors.​A man in a pristine military uniform stepped from behind the tactical shields. He held a digital megaphone.​"This is General Kaelen of the Global Defense Council," his voice boomed over the speakers. "Your leader is dead."​Rex gritted his teeth. He leveled his rifle at the general's chest.​"The

Silas did not hesitate. His fingers hooked into the seam of Astraea’s metallic bodysuit, tearing the synthetic fabric down her torso with a harsh, rhythmic rip.​The material fell away, revealing skin that felt like cool, polished marble. The jagged black fissures pulsed beneath her collarbone, radiating a freezing, necrotic chill.​"The parasite has tethered itself to your primary endocrine nodes," Silas explained, his voice low. "I have to force a complete systemic purge."​"This is not healing," Astraea gasped, her starry eyes widening as Silas’s hands pressed firmly against her bare skin. "This is humiliation."​"It is a necessary procedure," Silas replied.​He placed his right palm directly over the center of her chest. He closed his eyes and funneled the entirety of his internal Golden Heart energy into a singular point.​The Ecstasy Resonation didn't just crawl into her system; it invaded it.​The gold light rippled across Astraea’s skin, tracing the path of her quantum crystal

Astraea pushed herself off the carved stone slab. The dark fissures across her pale skin flashed with a violent, unstable violet light.​"I do not submit to terrestrial organisms," Astraea declared.​She slammed her bare palm against the ancient altar. The kinetic shockwave bypassed Silas completely and struck the structural supports of the cavern.​Massive stalactites detached from the ceiling. Heavy basalt boulders rained down around them, shaking the very foundation of the earth's crust.​The falling rocks violently crushed the remaining titanium fragments of the Zero-Day engine into flat scrap metal.​Silas sidestepped a falling boulder. He kept his gray eyes locked entirely on her fluctuating body.​Astraea forced her quantum synapses to fire through the agonizing pain. A new, jagged blade of pure starlight materialized rapidly in her right hand.​The weapon hissed, burning the oxygen out of the surrounding air. The ambient temperature fluctuated wildly between absolute zero and

The iridescent metal gate cracked open.​A heavy, absolute zero fog spilled over the dark basalt. The temperature inside the subterranean cavern plummeted drastically.​Silas exhaled. His breath materialized into a thick cloud of white frost. The cracked digital display on his ruined comms unit blinked quietly, showing exactly 09:12 PM.​The ambient cold bypassed his charred skin entirely. It penetrated deep into his muscle fibers. The freezing temperature tested the absolute limits of his Nirvanic Steel Body. Silas tightened his stance, forcing his depleted Golden Heart to pump faster to maintain his core temperature.​Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the dark threshold.​A woman stepped out of the freezing fog.​She did not wear armor. A sleek, metallic bodysuit clung tightly to her tall frame. Her hair was a bright, luminescent silver. The strands floated slightly around her shoulders as if entirely defying gravity.​Silas locked his gray eyes onto her face. Her irises were no

Silas stepped out of the ruined elevator cage. The molten rock hissed violently as it splashed against his leather shoes. The intense heat instantly vaporized against the humming, protective barrier of his Golden Bio-Electricity.​He walked purposefully into the massive subterranean cavern.​Four figures wearing sleek, obsidian combat armor stood on a suspended titanium platform. They surrounded a towering, cylindrical machine driven straight into the glowing, unstable bedrock. Thick cables pumped raw magnetic energy into the engine core.​"You survived the descent," the First Archon turned around. His voice amplified harshly through his helmet's external speakers. "A remarkable physiological anomaly."​"The Zero-Day core is already aligned," the Second Archon raised a heavy, multi-barreled plasma lance. "You cannot reverse the polarity inversion now. The continental wipe initiates in three minutes."​Silas did not draw a weapon. He didn't even acknowledge the heavy artillery aimed di

Silas spun the two silver needles between his knuckles. The digital clock on the holographic console shifted to exactly 09:00 PM.​Vespera shuddered on the black frost. She pulled the torn purple silk tightly across her bare chest, her breath pluming white in the freezing air. The flawless skin of her shoulders was flushed, trembling violently from the aftershocks of the forced extraction.​"The primary drill shaft is located directly beneath this chamber," Vespera whimpered, refusing to meet his gaze.​"They are boring into the planetary magnetic field," Silas stated. He analyzed the complex red schematics scrolling across the holographic screen.​"The remaining four Archons descended into the mantle ten minutes ago," Vespera said. Her fingers dug nervously into the solid ice. "They are manually aligning the Zero-Day engine."​"Explain the mechanism," Silas ordered, taking a slow step toward her.​Vespera flinched at his movement. "It is a polarity inversion core. It generates a sub-

​Barra's face did not show the slightest panic when he saw his high-resolution portrait displayed on the holographic screen. His newly officially raised status to the number one terrorist fugitive across all national television channels could not shake his calmness.​The dominant man instead threw his empty mint tin into the iron trash can near the pillar. The sound of the tin clashing was heard very loudly.​"System, access the funds from Marcus Finch's banking chip," Barra ordered in a low voice, his fingers moving quickly in the empty air. "Withdraw the first six hundred thousand dollars and activate the highest-level protection feature for this entire nightclub area."​[Fund Authorization Confirmed. Activating Level Three Supernatural Curtain Protocol.]​The AI machine instantly responded and executed the instruction at super speed.​The System forcibly hacked and scrambled all military satellite signals, thermal sensors, and street camera networks aiming at Neva City's airspace.

​The distance of tens of kilometers made all of Barra's physical abilities and pure fighting instincts completely useless. No human could outrun the speed of an aerial missile strike.​This urgent condition forced the landlord to maximize his absolute supernatural authority over the main boarding house property from a distance.​The dominant man's fingers moved to touch the holographic screen panel with extreme speed invisible to the naked eye.​[Emergency Evacuation Protocol Activation: Instant Structural Descent.]​Barra confirmed the command without wasting a single millisecond to think twice.​At the silent edge of the city, the cement floor of room number two responded to the supernatural command. The floor surface immediately opened, splitting in two mechanically like a submarine hatch.​The teak bed where Clarissa Brooks and Valerie Sinclair were sleeping soundly was instantly swallowed down. The mattress slid smoothly into the double steel-plated underground bunker facility.​

​​The System interface screen that kept blinking red finally went completely dark. The electromagnetic frequency wave successfully silenced the AI machine's wireless connection inside Barra's head absolutely.​The muscular man now had to rely on his pure fighting instinct without any supernatural movement prediction analysis assistance.​The man with a face full of slash scars wasted no time. He immediately lunged forward through the remaining thick smoke from the destroyed truck radiator.​His right hand swung a sharply curved double-edged tactical karambit knife, aiming straight at the landlord's neck vein.​Barra did not step back a single inch. His ice-cold eyes locked onto the deadly knife slash's direction very accurately.​He only tilted his head slightly to the side. The karambit blade missed past his neck skin with millimeter precision, only cutting empty air.​Before his enemy could pull his hand back, Barra had already dashed into the tall man's defense zone.​The dominant

​The front of the armored truck sped at a deadly speed. The vehicle was only a few centimeters away from the nightclub building's main concrete support pillar.​Barra's index finger quickly pressed the structural remodeling panel on the System's holographic blueprint in his retina.​The dominant man used his domination points to activate instant material upgrades.​The System interface screen in front of Barra's corneas projected rows of very fast-moving green codes. The AI machine executed advanced structural calculations.​The System remodeled and transformed the ordinary concrete pillar foundation into military-grade solid tungsten steel in milliseconds.​Crash!​The dozen-ton giant truck hit the modified pillar squarely. The loud crash crushed the ears.​The heavy vehicle's front instantly crumpled inward. Its protective steel folded like cheap aluminum foil crushed by force.​The brutal collision momentum did not collapse the nightclub building at all. The tungsten steel pillar s

​Barra Sterling closed the silver suitcase again with one extremely slow and calm hand movement. The dominant man had absolutely no intention of fleeing the third-floor executive office after reading the invasion warning from the System screen.​He turned his body, then grabbed a napkin tissue from the wooden tray. His hand moved to wipe the remaining water stains on the edge of the glass desk.​The muscular man cleaned its surface until it shined perfectly. His movements were very meticulous, like a professional cleaner.​"Stand up from the floor, Elena," Barra commanded, throwing the dirty tissue into the trash basket. "Brew two cups of strong espresso using the automatic coffee machine in that corner."​Elena rubbed her knees, which were still trembling violently. The woman in the red suit stood up with wobbly steps toward the mini bar cabinet in the corner of the room.​"Sir, what about the hit squad heading here?" Elena asked in a hoarse voice, holding back fear. "They are elite

​Barra Sterling's boots stomped roughly down the dusty emergency stairs.​The man carried the silver suitcase worth tens of millions of dollars in his right hand very casually.​He stepped back into the messy third-floor office filled with glass shards and firearm wreckage.​Elena instantly held her breath until her shoulders tensed stiffly.​The ninety-five charm woman's eyes widened in disbelief. She saw the dominant man return without a single scratch on his skin.​Previously, the woman was very certain that Marcus Finch's troops on the roof could finish off the intruder in seconds.​Barra raised his right arm, then threw the silver suitcase onto the glass desk.​Crash!​The loud crash of metal and glass made Elena's body jump in shock.​"Your boss fled like a scared dog," Barra reported in a very flat voice, breaking the silence.​"H-he just left you alive?" Elena asked with trembling lips, enduring the shock.​"He left all of his bodyguards' lives on the concrete roof to buy hims