"Hmm! Man, you're way too loud!"Marcus spoke in a cold tone, glancing around before frowning in thought."This form... doesn't suit the situation."He immediately canceled his transformation and established a new connection with one of the stored DNA strands in the bracelet's genetic library.[Pressure Man]Sheathing his sword, he muttered, "Let me show you a little optical illusion..."His voice was low as he stepped into the chaotic battlefield. Marine soldiers raised their weapons, awaiting the signal to open fire from Mori, who was watching Marcus's movements with a deep frown.Marcus extended his right hand forward, then suddenly grabbed the air between his palms as if it were a transparent cloth. With a sharp pull, he folded it back, as though folding the very air itself.Zzzzt!![Gravity Suppression]The space in front of him shrank for a brief moment. Air collapsed with a faint sound, like something invisible had compressed violently.Crack!!Crack!!Suddenly, one of the near

Two days later - The Deep Sea, Port of the Kingdom of ShabaA colossal warship, bearing the insignia of General Golden Ramz, had just docked.Clang!!Clang!!The metallic clatter of chains echoed through the air. Marcus's feet and his left hand were shackled to his waist in a humiliating manner."Tch! , Slow down, damn it! It's hard to walk like this!" Marcus growled angrily at the marine soldier forcing him off the ship.He stepped down slowly and glanced around. The port was packed with massive naval battleships . Despite the military presence, the island’s scenery was stunning,especially the enormous statue that stood proudly in the center."Amazing... What is this place?" Marcus muttered in awe, directing the question to the faceless soldier beside him."This is the Kingdom of Shaba," the marine replied. "Even a criminal like you can appreciate a place like this."Marcus ignored the sarcasm, closed his eyes, and focused. In an instant, his senses stretched across the entire isla

"My God, what is this headache!"Marcus slowly opened his eyes, groaning in pain."Hmm... strange. That dream felt real..." he murmured weakly, recalling the vividness of it. He remembered every detail, yet the last thing that stood out was the face of a strange creature with three horns protruding from its forehead.He pushed the thought away and looked around, frowning at the unfamiliar surroundings."What is this? Where am I...?""Why am I here? ..."" hmm! , this place again!!"He looked around, trying to identify his current location, but what he saw was completely unfamiliar. It looked like he was inside a dark, unknown cave. The atmosphere reminded him of the moment he first woke up after returning from the future to a changed past.He tried to move his arms, but a wave of weakness and numbness swept over him. His entire body tingled with sharp pain."Aaagh... my whole body hurts..." he groaned unconsciously.Ignoring the pain, he frowned and thought to himself:"Was I rescued?

They gathered in the grand command tent erected in the heart of the valley, where mountains loomed around them, as if silently observing their tense discussion. The tent's interior was spacious, lined with thick carpets, and around a rough wooden rectangular table sat seven generals , five men and two women , representing the last of the military elite of this worn-down camp.The first to speak was General Korvan, a man in his fifties with a trimmed beard and grey hair encircling a clear bald spot. His face was lined with age, and his sharp black eyes seemed always in search of a weakness in the darkness of war. His voice came out hoarse:“The Eastern Camp... it didn’t last more than two days. The patrol unit was completely wiped out, and forty-eight hours later, the spy unit vanished. No traces, no survivors, no messages.”Silence fell for a moment, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing. Eyes exchanged uneasy glances. General Tiresse, a woman in her forties with a stern

Markus lifted the piece of cloth that formed the tent’s entrance. A faint sound echoed as it brushed against his worn iron staff. The sound was small, but it pierced the tense silence inside the tent like a hidden alarm."After you..." he said in a low tone, gesturing with a small smile to Tina, who stood beside him.She nodded silently, her eyes fixed on the ground, as if trying to calm herself in the middle of a whirlwind of tension. Her features were exhausted, compressed between fatigue and fear. She took a slow breath and stepped into the main tent, where the atmosphere was heavy and every gaze was locked inward.Markus followed her, his steps quiet but confident. His eyes moved slowly across the faces seated behind the table. Men and women, some with helmets placed before them, others holding papers filled with battle lines, and some simply staring at the two of them like ghosts risen from the ashes of war.He recognized several of the commanders, not personally, but from a time