"A clown suit?"Ujang's question hung in the tense air, laden with honest confusion. The words felt utterly out of place, like a stale joke at a funeral. Before them, on the monitor screen, hot spots representing children's lives flickered, while their leader, who had just transformed into a cold and terrifying figure, was now asking for circus props."Boss... Are you sure you heard yourself right?" Ujang repeated softly, afraid he'd misheard. "We're about to go to war against soldiers, not entertain a birthday party."Boby swallowed the last of the bitter chocolate in his mouth. Its acrid taste seemed to sharpen his mind. He walked to the small white board attached to the truck's wall, picking up a black marker."That's precisely the point, Jang," Boby said, his voice calm and cold. He no longer addressed Ujang with a joking tone. "Ardi is arrogant. He sees us as insects, as anomalies to be exterminated. He'd never expect these 'insects' to come dancing into his nest, carrying balloo

General Ardi’s cunning smile froze on his face, framing the arrogance of a man convinced he had won the chess match before his opponent could even move. In that luxurious dining room, the aroma of Wagyu steak mingled with the thick scent of victory.Boby stared at the General. On the surface, his clown-painted face displayed perfect panic. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape. He played his role as cornered prey exceptionally well.But inside his head, behind the clown mask and layers of fake panic, his brain was spinning as fast as a Google server.“He knows. This bastard knows. Plan A is a total failure. He’s been waiting for us.”[System: Detection of Increased Cortisol Levels in Host. Stress Level: High.][System: However... Detection of External Team Pulse: Stable. Very Stable.][Analysis: There is a variable unknown to the General. Or... the little girl in the truck is a witch.]"So, what will it be, Doctor?" Ardi’s voice broke the silence, filled with unbearable triumph.

The air in the underground tunnel felt heavy, thick with the scent of cold sweat, concrete dust, and a dense killing intent. Ten members of Squadron Alpha stood in a semi-circle, blocking the only exit. Their genetically modified bodies loomed like walls of flesh, obstructing the blinding glare of the spotlights behind them.Boby took a step back, spreading his arms wide to shield the eight trembling children behind him. His ridiculous polka-dot clown suit was now stained with blood and dust, his rainbow wig was lopsided, but none of the monsters in front of him were laughing."The main attraction?" Boby repeated the Alpha leader's words with a ragged breath. He tried to smirk, but his lips stung from a previous blow. "Sorry, Baldy. Tickets are sold out. The booth is closed."The Alpha leader—a giant with reddish-gray skin from experimental steroid injections—chuckled. His voice sounded like an old diesel engine being forced to start. He stepped forward, his massive boots thumping aga

The glass jar filled with purple liquid shattered right on General Ardi's Exoskeleton faceplate.CRASH!There was no dramatic fiery explosion like in a Hollywood movie. The lab-concocted chemical reacted far more viciously. As soon as it touched the air and the hot metal surface, the liquid hissed, frothed, and turned into a thick foam that hardened instantly like quick-set cement."WHAT IS THIS?!" Ardi screamed from inside the cockpit.His primary visual sensors were completely blinded, covered in purple foam. His automatic targeting system went dead."FIRE! FIRE AT EVERYTHING!" Ardi panicked. His index finger squeezed the minigun's trigger without aiming.BRRRRRRRRRRT!The machine gun barrel spun wildly, spitting out hundreds of bullets per second. But because he was blind, Ardi fired haphazardly. Bullets struck the asphalt, sliced through a flagpole, demolished the remains of the guard post wall, and mowed down the old banyan tree at the edge of the yard until it toppled."Get down

The box truck driven by Ujang finally stopped at an abandoned rest area at KM 97 of the Cipularang Toll Road. The old diesel engine died with a violent jolt, followed by the hissing sound of hot steam from a severely leaking radiator.The silence that followed felt more terrifying than the sound of the explosion."Get out... everyone out," Irene ordered. Her voice was hoarse, but her military authority remained.The rear door of the truck bed was opened. The smell of smoke, sweat, and blood immediately wafted out, mixing with the cold mountain air.The orphanage children climbed down one by one, their faces deathly pale. They weren't crying anymore. Their tears had run dry from fear. They moved like little robots, huddling near the truck tires, shivering from the cold.Mega, who had just regained consciousness from her faint, crawled down. Her face was gaunt, her eyes sunken. Her Speedster metabolism had aggressively consumed her body's fat reserves. She looked like someone who hadn't