Black smoke from the explosion of Camelia's lifeboat still billowed over the sea surface, mixing with the smell of oil and burning flesh. David Vexley hovered in the air, his robe fluttering in the hot wind. His purple eyes, mixed with blood-red, stared down at the scattered remains of the Synarchy fleet below.The ring tattoo on his chest pulsed with a terrifying rhythm—the rhythm of a heart demanding sacrifice.David touched his earpiece. His voice was calm, flat, yet contained an authority that gave anyone listening goosebumps."Did you see it?" David asked."We saw it, Dave," Franky's sobbing voice sounded on the other end. "Camelia... she...""She is a hero," David cut him off coldly. "And heroes deserve a proper funeral ceremony. A ceremony accompanied by the screams of the enemy."David raised his hand toward the sky. Storm clouds began to gather, responding to the rage of the Avatar below."Executive Order Code Zero: Sco

The sky in the real world might be burning with battle, but here—in the depths of David Vexley's subconscious—it was silent and red.David stood on the surface of calm yet blood-red water. As far as the eye could see, there was only a sea of blood and a black starless sky. In the distance, a giant throne made of human bones and gold towered high.On that throne sat Asmodeus.The form of the Prince of Hell wasn't monstrously terrifying. He was handsome, mesmerizing, with pale purple skin, elegant curved horns, and bat wings folded neatly on his back. He held a goblet filled with the essence of human souls."WELCOME TO THE WAITING ROOM, DAVID," Asmodeus's voice echoed, not through ears, but directly into consciousness. "SIT DOWN. ENJOY THE VIEW WHILE I USE YOUR BODY TO DESTROY THE WORLD."David didn't sit. He stood tall, even though his body was being destroyed in the real world. Here, mentality was power."You broke the agreement,

The euphoria of victory at the UN Headquarters in New York had not fully subsided when David felt a sharp sting in his chest. It wasn't a heart attack, but a panic signal sent through the Hive Mind.Elena's voice. A scream of pure agony.Without bidding farewell to the world leaders still bowing to him, David shot into the sky. He pierced the atmosphere, flying at a speed that made fighter jets look like snails, splitting the Pacific sky back toward Nova Vexley.Landing on the palace balcony, David saw chaos.The sky above the palace churned with unnatural purple clouds. Lightning struck silently, focused on one point: the Main Medical Room."BOSS!" Franky ran toward David, his face deathly pale. "Energy in the medical room is spiking off the charts! Electronics are exploding! Madame Wu says the baby... the baby is forcing its way out!"David didn't answer. He kicked the medical room door open.The scene inside was like the eye of a s

The party outside had subsided, leaving a comfortable silence over Nova Vexley. On the top floor of the palace, the double doors of the master bedroom were closed tight, locking out the outside world and leaving a small universe inhabited by only five souls.The room was spacious, illuminated by moonlight filtering through the glass dome roof and hundreds of aromatherapy candles burning in every corner. In the center of the room, a giant bed lined with white silk spread out like a sea of clouds.David Vexley stood at the edge of the bed. He had shed his party robes, now shirtless, showing off his perfect body that no longer bore any scars. Before him, the four women who were the pillars of his life stood forming a semicircle.Elena, Isabella, Mei Lin, and Victoria.They wore sheer nightgowns of different colors, reflecting the essence of their souls. Elena in warm gold, Isabella in burning red, Mei Lin in calm sky blue, and Victoria in elegant silver.

The morning sun at Nova Vexley felt different today. Its rays didn't scorch, but warmly caressed the skin, as if the universe itself was celebrating the end of the era of warfare.On the private balcony of the Presidential Palace directly overlooking the Pacific Ocean, David Vexley sat relaxed wearing a white silk bathrobe. In his hand, a cup of Blue Mountain coffee steamed with a soothing aroma. No more warning alarms, no more roar of fighter jets, and no more voice of Asmodeus screaming in his head.Only the sound of waves and the small laughter of a baby."He really likes watching the seagulls," said Elena Moretti, sitting across from David.The Queen wore a loose peach-colored morning gown, holding Prince Arthur II on her lap. The baby, barely a month old, was growing at an unnatural rate—physically he looked like a six-month-old, with thick black hair and intelligent electric blue eyes observing every movement in the sky."He's a Nephilim, El," David replied, smiling at his son.