Matt froze for a split second. A cleaner? The proud, wealthy Matt Earnshaw, who used to drive sports cars and look down on the lower class, was being offered a job as a literal garbage collector. The irony was suffocating. But he remembered his ultimate mission—he needed to find out who Dustin truly was.After a long, painful thought, Matt swallowed his pride and nodded. "Yes... yes, sir. I will do it. I will be a cleaner.""Fine," Mr. Thomson said, signing a digital temporary pass and tossing it across the desk. "Go down to the basement locker room, change into the uniform, and resume work immediately. Don't make me regret this."Matt grabbed the pass, thanking the man repeatedly before rushing out of the room.Within twenty minutes, Matt was dressed in a rough, dark blue janitor’s jumpsuit. He was holding a large industrial mop and a heavy bucket of soapy water. To Matt, this was a high-stakes corporate mission—he needed to be incredibly fast, pull the data from the server room, an

Sitting behind the massive historic desk was President Thomas Fisher. The leader of the nation looked tired, his eyes filled with immense stress, but his posture was straight and full of dignity. He stood up as Dustin entered, signaling his guards to leave the room and close the doors.The meeting between the true leader of the nation and the legendary God of War was straightforward, incredibly tense, and deeply respectful."Lord Supreme," President Fisher said, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of deep political respect. "Thank you for honoring my summons despite the madness occurring in our streets. I know what my Vice President has done. I know about the highway ambush against you and your wife."Dustin walked forward, stopping right in front of the desk. He didn't sit down. He stood like a towering wall of iron, his eyes locking onto the President. "If you know what your inner circle is doing, Fisher, why are they still breathing? Your Vice President just tried to block my pat

Red emergency lights flashed in the long, white hallway of the VVIP hospital wing. Thick grey smoke hung in the air, stinging the eyes and choking the lungs. The power grid was completely dead, leaving only the spinning red sirens to light the battlefield.Outside Room 312, where Serena lay in a deep, medically induced sleep, ten men stood like stone walls. They wore heavy black tactical vests, and over their faces, they wore terrifying, bone-white skull masks. They were the Venom Gang, the most feared underworld force in the city, and right now, they were the only thing keeping Serena alive."Status report!" yelled Kael, the new commander of the Venom gang. His harsh voice echoed down the long corridor."The first and second floors are gone, boss!" a masked fighter named Jax shouted back, slamming a fresh magazine into his rifle. "The rogue squad is stacking up at the main east stairwell. They have military-grade armor, gas masks, and heavy rifles. There are at least twenty of them!"

Dustin didn't think. He didn't feel the steering wheel under his hands or the vinyl of the seat beneath him. His blood didn't just boil; it turned to pure, freezing lead. His left foot slammed down on the clutch, his right leg stomping the accelerator until the engine gave a high, metallic shriek of absolute protest.The heavy SUV didn't slow down for the hospital gate. It didn't take the curved ambulance ramp. Dustin turned the wheel hard into the concrete plaza, the massive steel-reinforced bumper tearing through the security arms, lifting the vehicle into the air for one terrifying second as it cleared the curb and crashed down onto the wide pedestrian walkway leading straight to the VVIP wing’s private entrance.The glass doors of the lobby didn't survive. The SUV smashed through them in a spectacular shower of safety glass and twisted aluminum frame, the vehicle finally skidding to a halt right in the middle of the marble reception area, its tires smoking and its engine ticking w

By the time the sun began to rise, the VVIP wing didn't look like a hospital anymore. It looked like a media circus mixed with a military tribunal.Dustin stood frozen in the center of Room 312, his chest expanding and contracting like a broken bellows. The silence inside the room was louder than any explosion he had ever heard. He stared at the empty bed, his mind refusing to accept the reality right in front of his eyes."Master..." Mr. Fred’s voice came from behind him, trembling with deep guilt and exhaustion. "I'm so sorry. We... we didn't know about the secret door. We were fighting with everything we had at the front stairwell."Dustin didn't turn around. His hands slowly curled into tight, heavy fists, his knuckles making a sharp, cracking sound in the quiet room. The rage inside him was growing so hot it felt like it was going to burn right through his chest."Who was guarding the rear?" Dustin asked. His voice wasn't loud. It was a low, freezing whisper that made Fred shudde