Jonah felt a terrifying, mind-bending sensation. He could feel the hammer. He did not just feel the weight of it in his hand. He felt the inside of the metal. The System was expanding his nervous system. Tiny, glowing silver veins shot out of his palm and threaded themselves completely through the wood and the iron. The sledgehammer was no longer a separate object. It was a literal, physical extension of his own body. It felt exactly like growing a third arm. He could feel the cold air touching the iron head of the hammer. He could feel the microscopic cracks in the steel. The heavy weapon beat with the exact same rhythm as his own human heart. The silver light in the room pulsed in time with the heartbeat. Jonah gasped for air. He fell backward, leaning on his left hand. His right hand remained locked onto the hammer. He could not let go even if he tried. His flesh and the metal were perfectly, seamlessly welded toget

The night was incredibly cold. The whiteout blizzard screamed across the jagged mountains. Two miles away from the Sanctuary of the First Seed, a lone figure lay flat on his stomach. He was high up on the mountain ridge. He was resting on top of a tall, rusted metal water tower. The freezing wind whipped around him, but he did not shiver. He did not feel the cold. It was Unit 4. He was the invisible assassin from the Vanguard Command. He was the ghost who had shot Lisa. Just a few hours ago, Lisa’s massive homemade sniper rifle had blown Unit 4’s right arm completely off his body. A normal human would have bled to death in the snow in two minutes. A normal human would have screamed in absolute agony. But Unit 4 was not a normal human. He was a highly advanced, genetically modified super-soldier. When his arm was blown off, his magical System had instantly activated. Dark, thick pur

A normal human brain cannot even process a thought in zero point four seconds. A normal human eye cannot even see a supersonic bullet flying through the air. But Jonah was no longer just a normal human. He and his weapon were one single, perfect, living machine powered by absolute love. Jonah did not think. He did not calculate. He simply moved. His reflexes were instantaneous. Jonah spun his massive body around. He faced the concrete building. The glowing purple bullet screamed through the air. It entered the courtyard. It was only ten feet away from the thick concrete wall. It was a blinding, hot streak of death. Jonah stepped directly into the path of the bullet. He swung his massive right arm. He swung the forty-pound iron sledgehammer like a baseball bat. He did not swing it wildly. He swung it with microscopic, flawless, impossible precision. The heavy, flat iron head of the hammer moved through the

The morning sun tried to shine. It was very weak. The pale light pushed through the falling gray ash and the thick white snow. Jonah walked up the steep mountain path. His heavy boots crunched loudly in the deep snow.The storm was finally over. The howling whiteout blizzard had stopped. The air was perfectly, totally silent. But it was still freezing cold. Jonah wore a thick, dark winter coat he had taken from the broken trucks. He left it open at the chest. The thick, dark iron scars on his skin were cold now. The bright silver fire from the Undying Will had faded away. He was just a giant human man again. He held his massive, forty-pound iron sledgehammer in his right hand. The weapon was not fused to his arm right now. He had commanded the magic to let go. He wanted to hold it like a normal tool. Kevin walked right beside him. The young giant held his custom-made iron mace. His one good eye looked around the quiet, froze

Jonah understood. He reached out his massive right hand. The thick iron scars on his skin were dark and quiet. He closed his eyes. He thought about the danger his family was in. He forced the Undying Will skill to wake up just a tiny bit. A faint, freezing silver light began to glow on his fingertips. Jonah pressed his glowing silver finger directly against the exposed wires of the black box. He was acting as a living battery. He pushed a tiny drop of his pure, kinetic energy into the machine. The black box reacted violently. Bright purple and silver sparks exploded into the air. The black box shook on the table. The purple magic fought against Jonah’s silver light. It was a battle of computer codes inside the wires. "Hold it steady, giant!" Lisa yelled over the loud buzzing sound. "I am breaking their encryption!" Lisa’s fingers flew across the dials of the old military radio. She