The leftover blood-red energy from Gora left a super faint trail of metaphysical radiation in the air. For regular people or even low-level Limiter breakers, that trail would be impossible to track. But for Hanan, who now had a mix of absolute understanding over matter and Bastian’s spiritual radar, that trail was as bright as a beacon in the middle of a cloudy night.Hanan streaked across Jakarta’s rooftops like a ghost. His footsteps, boosted by Gora’s kinetic power, let him jump hundreds of meters in a single bound, slicing through the night wind without making a sound.The trail led him away from the harbor, heading south. Specifically, to a fancy neighborhood in South Jakarta.Hanan landed smoothly on a branch of a giant old banyan tree. Across the street stood a grand building with a modern minimalist vibe. The sign was lit up with elegant white LEDs: Elysium Private Hospital.That hospital was famous as a VVIP medical facility. A place where big shots, celebs, and tycoons hid t

Hanan landed on top of a skyscraper just a few blocks away from Elysium Private Hospital. He was still gripping Dr. Aris’s suit collar real tight. The middle-aged scientist was pale as a ghost and was basically passing out after flying through the night air at a speed that was totally not human.Hanan let go of his grip. Dr. Aris fell face-first onto the concrete roof. The guy started coughing like crazy while trying to suck as much oxygen as he could into his chest.In the distance, a massive roar went off. The ground shook hard like a huge earthquake. The fancy Elysium Hospital building just sank into the earth. That antimatter reactor in the basement had exploded and swallowed the whole building’s foundation without leaving a trace. Only a giant dust cloud spiraled high into the Jakarta night sky.Hanan stared at the dust cloud with a blank face. The glow of energy in his eyes had faded, leaving behind a pair of jet-black eyes that were cold as ice. He didn’t feel even a tiny bit g

The South China Sea did not swallow Hanan; it recoiled from him. As the cooling remnants of the artificial island plummeted into the abyss, a pillar of turbulent, iridescent energy stood anchored above the water, defiant of the physics that should have incinerated it.Hanan’s chest was glowing. Not with the calculated hum of a machine, but with the violent, erratic heartbeat of a thousand stolen lives. The Reaktor Penyerap Jiwa was gone erased, dismantled, and shoved into the marrow of his own bones. But the victory felt hollow. It felt heavy."Keep pushing that envelope, and your vessel is going to crack open like a dry nut," the ancient, gravelly voice echoed within his skull, vibrating against his teeth. "You didn't just drink a gallon of water; you just inhaled a dam."Hanan looked at his palms. They were trembling, radiating a dull, pulsating ultraviolet light. Every time he clenched his fist, sparks of violet, blood-red, and freezing silver spat from his pores. The energies were

The Pacific was a graveyard of broken wave-crests and shredded reality, but Hanan wasn't interested in the ruins. He was trailing blood not his own, though his body felt like it was stitched together by threads of frayed nerves and sheer spite. It was Subject Zero’s essence, a trail of leaking dark matter that hissed against the ocean air like sizzling meat.Hanan’s physical form was flickering. The neon glows that once danced under his skin were dying out, leaving behind a pale, gaunt mess that looked more like an x-ray than a man. Every time he moved, space groaned, a testament to how badly his internal Limiter had been scorched by his final gambit."Tracking that black-haired punk won’t lead you to heaven, kid," the ancient voice wheezed in the back of his mind. It sounded tired. "You're bleeding into the sub-strata. One more rift-jump, and your soul is going to shatter into pieces so small not even The Trinity can scavenge them.""Then I’ll leave enough pieces behind to be a heada

The "Reunion Full of Pain" was less of a homecoming and more of a demolition.Rendy and Sarah, or whatever horrific scraps of biology remained of them, slumped on the sterile floor of the Pocket Dimension like discarded props from a snuff film. Their limbs twitched, not with life, but with the erratic hum of the Trinity’s technology fighting to maintain cohesion. The violet glow pulsing in their eyes flickered like a failing bulb in a rainy alley.Hanan stood above them. He wasn't the man who had screamed on the balcony of that tenth-floor apartment two years ago. The boy who begged for love was gone, buried under layers of sub-atomic trauma and cosmic spite. He looked down, his eyes once soft and creative now glowing with the cold, unyielding light of a structural hazard."Still trying to talk, Rendy?" Hanan asked. His voice was an anchor, heavy and dangerous. "Or is the hydraulics in your throat finally packing it in?"Rendy’s jaw clicked, a sickening, grinding sound of metal on bon