Denny Cross was furious. The once peaceful highway was now thick with tension. The large truck that had crossed their path didn’t just pass by—it deliberately rammed into their vehicle. The roaring engine, shattering glass, and deafening impact made him feel as if the world had collapsed right before his eyes.He quickly exited the wrecked car and stood by the roadside, watching as the truck came to a stop a few meters away. But it didn’t just stop—the truck seemed poised to reverse and crash into them again. Enraged, Denny clenched his fists, struggling to contain the fury threatening to explode."What do you expect from the mafias of Viremontis?" Denny growled with hatred in his voice. "They were never going to let us pass easily."Aries, standing beside Denny, had already shouldered his weapon, ready to act if things escalated. "Uncle, looks like they’re intentionally blocking our way," he said, eyes locked on the truck. “Let me shoot it until it explodes!”Sandy, a young woman wit

Damien and Denny clashed again.This time, Denny was panting hard. Damien's punches were getting heavier, every hit feeling like a sledgehammer. His body felt reinforced by something—something not human.Until finally, Damien landed a punch straight to Denny’s gut.BOOM!Denny’s body lifted off the ground and flew five meters back, slamming into a car that exploded softly on impact.Aries and Sandy screamed together. Some of Denny’s guards opened fire, but their bullets hit nothing—just shadows.Damien walked slowly toward Denny, who now lay on the ground coughing up blood, barely conscious.“...You...” Denny whispered. “...You used... that project...”Damien tilted his head slightly, his face dark. “Oh. So you do know.”Denny’s eyes widened. “The failed experiment... That super soldier project that was never approved... It... should’ve been impossible.”Damien got closer, crouched, and stared straight into Denny’s eyes.“It didn’t fail. I succeeded. I was the only one who survived th

The damp smell of earth and rusted metal mixed in the air, stabbing the nose of anyone who breathed it in. Inside an old bunker hidden deep in the northern forest, a man sat slumped against a cold concrete wall, his body wrapped in tattered military clothes that no longer bore any rank. He trembled, not from the cold, but from trauma. His face was pale, his eyes dull, filled with the shadows of a night that hadn’t yet faded.Denny Cross was still alive. But only his body. His honor was gone.“They’re all dead… everything’s gone…” he muttered weakly, staring blankly at the cracked floor.In front of him, several cans of food were stacked, most already empty. His hands shook as he opened the last bottle of water he had saved. This place… it was supposed to be his last refuge. A bunker he had built with his own hands, without anyone’s knowledge—not even his subordinates.“Damn… I even had to leave Clara…” he choked out, whispering his wife’s name. “I’m sorry…”He lowered his head. Everyt

The fog still hung low as General Maddux stood on the edge of the stone balcony at his secret base. The city that sprawled beneath him—once ruled and maintained by Denny Cross—now looked silent and subdued. No one could tell exactly what the old general was thinking. Even Maxim, who stood behind him at attention, didn’t dare to guess.“He’s dead. It’s all over,” Maxim finally said in a low voice, trying to break the silence.Maddux didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon until he finally turned and walked away.“Let’s head back,” he said flatly.Maxim knew better than to ask questions. They returned to Maddux’s domain—the central hub of the shadowy military and mafia network that Denny once managed. But their arrival sent a storm of panic through the underground.Maddux’s return alone, calm and without a large escort, was enough to shake the criminal underworld. But what truly made people tremble was the small black bundle Maxim left at the entrance of the base. Blood s

The clinking of crystal glasses and fake laughter hadn’t yet begun when Celeste’s steps halted in front of the large gothic-style door. The cold night air seemed to seep into her bones, even though she was wearing a silk gown and a thin fur coat. Her eyes narrowed sharply toward the towering building, with its maroon stained-glass windows and stone lion statues that appeared to watch over anyone passing by.“Damien…” she muttered, half in doubt. “Are you sure this isn’t a vampire’s mansion?”The man beside her let out a small laugh, though his expression remained cold and composed. “Relax. They don’t bite… unless you offer your neck.”“How charming,” Celeste replied curtly. “I still can’t believe you dragged me to the birthday party of someone I don’t even know.”“You’ll like him,” Damien said briefly, gently taking her arm and linking their hands.Celeste scoffed. “You said this man… is dying?”“Not dying. Just… this might be his last birthday.”Damien’s tone was bland, but there was