The cave portal opened with a low roar, as if the earth itself exhaled an ancient sigh. The two Maos and Geros crossed the threshold cautiously, their footsteps echoing in the damp tunnel. The faint light filtering from the entrance barely illuminated the uneven walls, covered in moss and veined with minerals that glimmered faintly, like stars trapped in stone.Upon reaching the end of the path, Geros stopped before a weathered stone altar. His eyes burned with a mix of triumph and anxiety. "At last, I will have all the power without restriction or need for a catalyst," he declared in a deep voice, heavy with ambition. But as he approached, his expression changed abruptly. The altar was empty."No, it can’t be!" His shout reverberated throughout the cave as fury consumed him. Dark tentacles emerged from his body, writhing like enraged serpents, and struck the altar until it crumbled into rubble. "Who took the rock?" he roared, his voice laden with palpable rage.Mao instinctively reco

Marie’s voice echoed in the earpieces, clear but laced with tension. "Sir, I found nothing in them. They seem clean.""Understood," replied the boss at the other end of the line. His tone was firm, but there was a hint of concern in his words. "Stay alert. For now, we can’t trust anyone.""Understood," she responded before cutting off the communication.Meanwhile, Podbe’s team advanced through the desolate landscape, accumulating a total of 2,000 experience points and reaching level 12. With two skill upgrade points pending, each member was ready to face whatever awaited them. However, the ship carrying Eduard’s team had also been shot down, crashing in the middle of the inhospitable Nevada desert. There, under a scorching sky and surrounded by golden dunes that seemed to stretch endlessly, they stood before Radar’s operations base, led by Aragon Barns.Aragón didn’t hesitate for a second before sending his super soldiers to test the intruders. Thanks to the telekinetic powers of Rach

"Open the door and bring him to me," Eliot ordered his soldiers, who quickly obeyed."Because my robots say you’re someone special," began Eliot, the leader of Radar’s European division, as he observed the newcomer with curiosity. "And also because you abandoned your team to come to me. Who are you?""I am known as Agent I-5, but my name is Eliot Rodriguez," replied the intruder."Well, you’re named Eliot too. It’s a nice name. You’re starting to grow on me," interrupted the other Eliot with an ironic smile."But in reality, I’m not human," continued the newcomer, stepping closer to one of the robots in the room. "This body is human, but I am an artificial intelligence. My real name is Xen." With precise movements, Xen began manipulating the surrounding technology, projecting his face onto a nearby monitor. His digital eyes glowed with a mix of defiance and superiority as he stared down the villainous leader."So, an artificial intelligence, huh?" mused Eliot, raising a hand to stop h

The sun blazed over the desert like an unyielding eye, consuming everything in its path. The heat was so intense that waves of hot air distorted the landscape, making every shape appear like a trembling mirage. Gat, his shirt already askew, exposed a torso sculpted by hours of physical training. Veins bulged in his arms, taut as ropes under the scorching brilliance of the sun. "We’ve already defeated two units and captured them," he announced confidently, though his voice carried a tinge of exhaustion. "These guys aren’t a challenge."The girls didn’t even blink at his display of muscles, but the kids stared at him with childlike admiration. "Wow, you’re like those guys on TV who lift weights!" one of them exclaimed, pointing at him with excitement. Riota, always sharp-tongued, couldn’t resist: "Yeah, at least what you lack in brains, you make up for in brawn." Her words sparked laughter among the group, and Gat scowled, pretending to be offended. "Ha, ha, very funny," he shot back, t

Their fists collided with brutal force, echoing like thunder in the tension-charged air. Ezequiel blocked a punch with his forearm, feeling the impact vibrate through his bones. The metallic clang of the clash reverberated across the battlefield, blending with the roar of the wind that whipped up clouds of golden dust under the scorching sun. Aldos was fast, but Ezequiel had something his opponent lacked: combat experience. While Ezequiel had been trained in multiple martial disciplines, Aldos was a wild fighter, shaped solely by the need for survival. Each of his moves was calculated, yet also predictable.Ezequiel stepped back, assessing his rival with a cold, calculating gaze. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he felt sweat trickle down his temple, mixing with the dust coating his face."I see you're not just strong, but skilled for your age," Aldos remarked, his voice laced with disdain, as if every word were a deliberate insult. "But that won't save you.""Maybe not," Ezequiel