The cold night drizzle fell through the giant hole in the ceiling, washing away the plumes of concrete dust choking the air of the underground clinic.Amidst the rubble, the giant figure in pitch-black armor slowly rose to its feet. It stood two and a half meters tall. The barrels of the plasma cannons on its shoulders hissed, emitting a scorching heat that vaporized the raindrops before they could even touch its steel.The thin, slit-like red optical lens on the monster's face locked onto Silas Thorne."Ah, so this is what the 'Medical God' looks like, the one who made Miss Seraphina lose her mind," a hoarse, arrogant, and echoing voice blared from the monster's chest speaker. It wasn't the voice of artificial intelligence, but the voice of Professor Alaric Vane, the Chief Scientist of Sterling Corp's Weaponry Division, who was piloting the machine remotely."Allow me to introduce myself, Doctor," Professor Vane continued, accompanied by a mocking laugh. "This is Ares. The Fifth-Gene

The Owl’s armored limousine tore through the city's rainstorm, running a dozen red lights straight toward the central business district.Silas Thorne sat calmly, his gray suit still impeccably spotless. However, beneath that composure, his reserve of pure bio-electricity had been entirely depleted after containing the nuclear radiation. If he forced himself into a physical confrontation against hundreds of Sterling Corp's elite soldiers, his nervous system could collapse."Owl, hand me the emergency first-aid kit from the lower compartment," Silas ordered flatly.The Owl, who was driving while trembling at the thought of Garth's fate, immediately tossed a white box with a red cross logo to the back.Silas opened the box. With incredibly precise hand movements, the young man pulled out several ampoules of epinephrine, pure liquid ammonia, and a bottle of anesthetic ether."Boss, what are those drugs for? We're about to face hundreds of soldiers armed with long-barreled rifles!" Rex ask

"Who said I had to kill you... to make your heart stop beating?"Silas Thorne's voice flowed as cold as ice from the depths of hell. He twirled a silver needle between his fingers, striding with the elegance of a tyrant over the shattered glass scattered across the floor of the luxurious penthouse.Professor Vane gulped, but he forced a discordant laugh to mask his terror. "Y-You're bluffing me?! This biometric monitor reads my heart's ECG waves in real-time! You can't fake it! If you touch me—"Silas did not waste time arguing with a dead man.In the blink of an eye, the gray-suited young man's hand blurred. He didn't plunge the silver needle into Vane's chest to stop his heart. Instead, with a precision possessed only by a Medical God, Silas pierced the silver needle straight through the circuitry of the biometric monitor attached to Vane's chest!ZAP!"What are you—?!" Vane's eyes bulged."The human heart is merely a biological metronome. A meat pump driven by electrical impulses,"

Silas walked down the damp concrete hallway of his clinic. The air still felt cold from last night's storm. He opened the door to the main server room and found Nova fast asleep, her head resting on the keyboard.Empty energy drink cans were scattered around the girl, while the monitors in front of her displayed thousands of lines of Sterling Corp security code that she had successfully cracked.Silas offered a faint smile. He gently patted the hacker girl's shoulder."Wake up."Nova jolted awake, rubbing her bloodshot eyes before letting out a wide yawn. "B-Boss... I wasn't sleeping! I was monitoring Seraphina's asset transfers...""I know you're working hard," Silas interrupted gently, his gaze sweeping over the ceiling that was dripping with rainwater. "This place is no longer suitable. Looking for a few luxury properties, up in the high society districts is fine too, as long as it's comfortable for our new base. And while you're at it... liquidate some pocket money into my card. I

"A tree that grows too fast finds its roots very easily uprooted..."Along with that lethal whisper, Elias pulled the red silk tape in a brutal, crisscrossing motion. This technique was designed with the precision of a master-tier assassin: meant to sever the carotid artery and crush the trachea in less than a tenth of a second. The old man's strength was not frail in the slightest; there was a flow of crude bio-electricity forced to amplify the pulling power of his arm muscles.However, Silas Thorne didn't even blink.Instead of struggling, panicking, or clutching his neck like a typical target, Silas calmly channeled the energy of the Divine Nerve into the muscle tissues surrounding his neck. In a fraction of a second, the smooth muscle fibers in Silas's neck tensed to an extreme density, becoming as hard as strands of steel cable stretched to their absolute limit.SKRRRK.The red silk tape rubbed harshly against the skin of Silas's neck, leaving only a thin red line without being a