Blood-red emergency lights bathed the central elevator shaft in a hellish glow as the heavy industrial lift ground its way upward. Jhonatan stood at the front of the massive cargo platform, his jaw clenched, staring intensely at the floor numbers ticking away on the digital display above the blast doors. Behind him, Sarah and Val flanked his sides, weapons drawn and primed. The remaining space on the lift was packed with fifty of the fiercest freed slaves, now heavily armed with stolen Syndicate plasma carbines, their faces set in grim, terrified determination. "Level ninety-nine," Val whispered, her voice barely audible over the mechanical groan of the elevator. She tightened her grip on her toxic green vibro-daggers. "The penthouse is next. If he really injected three unrefined doses of the Alpha-Stim... we're not walking into an office. We're walking into a monster's den.""Let him be a monster," Jhonatan growled, rolling his broad shoulders. "It just makes a bigger target."DING

Silence in the command center felt heavier than a solid lead vault. Jhonatan stepped out of the VIP elevator, his face an absolute mask of cold, murderous irritation. He had barely enjoyed ten minutes of peace with Emma before the apocalypse decided to violently knock on his front door again. His heavy leather trench coat billowed slightly as he marched straight toward the central holographic tactical table, completely ignoring the terrified whispers of the communication technicians."Talk to me, Reymond," Jhonatan growled, leaning his human hand on the edge of the titanium console. "And skip the dramatic pauses. Just tell me how fucked we are."Reymond swallowed hard, his cybernetic eye spinning frantically as he manipulated the glowing red hologram. He zoomed in on the northern coastline of Jakarta—specifically the Tanjung Priok harbor area that Jhonatan had previously cleared of the mutated Leviathan. "Boss, it's a catastrophic biological anomaly," Reymond stammered, pointing at

Heavy rain lashed against the armored windshield of the jeep as Jhonatan, Sarah, and Val sped back to the Sky-High fortress. Jhonatan sat in the passenger seat, his silver eyes fixed on his right arm. The pitch-black, corrupted digital tissue was quiet, but he could feel the cold, heavy weight of the Judas Virus pulsing in his veins. The system interface in his vision showed the infection rate still hovering at a dangerous thirty-six percent. Every breath he took felt slightly colder, a constant reminder that he was slowly trading his humanity for the power to protect his domain. Emma ran toward him the moment the VIP elevator doors hissed open on the top floor of the penthouse. Her silver hair was messy, but her silver-purple eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated relief. She threw her small arms around Jhonatan's leg, clutching his trench coat tightly. [System Diagnostic: Proximity to Psychological Anchor detected.][Judas Virus infection temporarily stabilized at 36%. Empathy

Boiling black water swallowed his physical frame the moment Jhonatan leaped off the concrete seawall of Tanjung Priok. Static energy and toxic green bioluminescence swirled around him as he plunged into the abyss. Jhonatan didn't panic. He didn't gasp for air. His fully restored Alpha-High physiology, combined with the absolute authority of his Sovereign title, allowed his body to instantly adapt to the hostile aquatic environment. His silver wings retracted, replaced by a dense, streamlined aura of dark silver energy that wrapped around his body like a secondary skin, effortlessly keeping the highly corrosive, acidic sea from melting his flesh.Pressure grew immensely as he dove deeper into the pitch-black abyss, heading straight toward the trenches of the Sunda Strait. The sheer weight of the ocean began to press against his skull, threatening to crush his organs. Every hundred meters he descended felt like another multi-ton truck was being parked on his chest. [System Alert: Curr

Morning light broke through the shattered, reinforced windows of the Sky-High penthouse, casting long, dusty rays across the silent room. Jhonatan sat up slowly, the luxurious silk sheets sliding off his scarred chest. He stretched his arms, letting out a prolonged, satisfying grunt as his muscles popped. The physical pain from his battle with the Shepherd was entirely gone. His baseline stats were running at a comfortable, uninhibited hundred percent. He looked down at his right arm; the pitch-black, corrupted digital tissue of his *Judas Virus* arm was completely quiet, looking more like an intricate, dark cybernetic sleeve than a parasitic anomaly.Emma ran toward him from the hallway, her small boots pattering softly against the marble floor. "Kak Jhon! You're finally awake! Sarah said you slept for twelve hours!""I did," Jhonatan smiled, a genuine, warm expression that reached his silver eyes as he knelt down to ruffle her silver hair with his human hand. "A King needs his slee