Sirens shrieked like tortured banshees, echoing endlessly through the claustrophobic, metallic corridors of Goliath’s underground fortress. Red emergency lights strobed violently, painting the steel walls in the color of fresh blood. The air was already growing uncomfortably hot, baking under the rapidly escalating thermal radiation of the dying nuclear reactor several floors below them. "System, start a timer. Overlay it directly on my retina," Jhonatan growled, sprinting out of the reactor chamber's ruined blast doors. "I want to know exactly how much time I have before I turn into cosmic barbecue."[Timer Activated. Displaying on HUD.][09:45 remaining until critical meltdown.]"Nine minutes and forty-five seconds to climb a fucking skyscraper and beat a password out of a cyborg's skull," Jhonatan muttered, his silver eyes narrowing. "I really hate cardio."He didn't walk. With his Agility stat restored to a staggering 3,500 points, Jhonatan exploded forward. He moved like a dark

Smoke curled elegantly from the tip of Jhonatan’s cigarette, drifting toward the shattered crystal chandeliers of the ruined throne room. Sitting leisurely on Goliath's massive, oversized mechanical chair, Jhonatan looked like a demon resting after a particularly exhausting slaughter. His heavy leather trench coat was torn, his tactical shirt stained with blue cyborg blood, and his pitch-black corrupted right arm hissed softly against the armrest. Yet, despite his battered appearance, the suffocating, triumphant aura of the Alpha King filled every square inch of the penthouse. The heavy steel elevator doors at the far end of the room chimed and slid open. Scarlett walked in, supporting the weight of her frail, white-haired father. Behind them, a squad of heavily armed Arcadia mercenaries cautiously trailed along, their plasma rifles lowered but their postures screaming sheer, unadulterated terror. They took one look at Goliath's massive, brain-fried corpse lying on the marble floor

Rhythmic, bone-rattling tremors tore through the cracked asphalt of Sudirman avenue, shaking the dust off the towering adamantium walls of the Sky-High fortress. Twenty-eight hours had passed since the war council in the basement. The toxic, smog-filled sky of Jakarta had completely darkened, blocked out not by storm clouds, but by an encroaching, suffocating crimson fog rolling in from the eastern horizon. The air smelled of rotting ozone, sulfur, and the metallic tang of coagulated blood. Standing on the highest reinforced battlement of the outer wall, Jhonatan stared into the crimson fog. He wasn't wearing his heavy leather coat anymore. He wore a sleek, sleeveless black tactical shirt that exposed the glowing, intricate red Alpha markings mapping across his muscular left arm, while his corrupted, pitch-black right arm pulsed with an eager, necrotic hum. [System Alert: Cooldown Timer for Alpha-High Abilities: 00:05:42 Remaining.]"Five minutes until I get my god-tier cheats back

Green light violently pierced the suffocating smog covering Jakarta, casting a sickly, luminescent glow over the shattered skyline. Jhonatan didn't waste a single millisecond admiring the apocalyptic light show. With his Alpha-High capabilities completely unrestrained, he manipulated the gravitational field around his body, launching himself from the bloody asphalt like a dark silver cruise missile. The sonic boom of his departure shattered the remaining fragile windows of the ruined commercial district below."Reymond! Give me a sit-rep on that green laser pointer!" Jhonatan roared over the comms, the rushing wind tearing at his leather coat as he soared toward the northern coastline. "Boss! The energy signature is completely off the charts!" Reymond's voice cracked with panic through the earpiece. "It's localized at the Tanjung Priok harbor! But it's not aiming at the sky. It's drilling downward! Whatever that Relay is, it's hacking into the Earth's tectonic plates beneath the oce

Cold, unrelenting rain lashed against the rusted tin roofs of the Omega caste's makeshift encampment, turning the dirt pathways of the outer courtyard into a thick, toxic mudslide. Clara Hartono pulled her oversized, soaked grey jumpsuit tighter around her shivering body. She was exhausted. Her manicured nails were gone, replaced by chipped, blistered fingertips caked in dried cement. She had spent the last fourteen hours hauling debris for the new barricades, her body aching in places she didn't even know existed. But as she walked through the dark, narrow alleys between the refugee tents, carrying a small, encrypted datapad her father had given her to monitor the medical supplies, a small sense of pride actually flickered in her chest. She wasn't just a spoiled billionaire's daughter anymore. She was surviving. "Hey, princess. Walking all alone in the dark?" Clara froze. The voice came from the shadows of a collapsed shipping container to her left. Three men stepped out into th