CHAPTER 72: ​The subterranean elevator cage rattled violently as it plummeted past the standard factory floors, descending deep into the bedrock beneath the Provincial Assembly Core. By the time the heavy iron gate ground to a halt at Level -10, the humid, industrial heat of the upper assembly lines had vanished completely, replaced by an atmosphere that was thick, sterile, and freezing cold.​Mark Shola stepped smoothly out of the elevator cage into a massive, forgotten laboratory complex.​Unlike the upper floors of the facility—which were pieced together from rusted industrial girders and mechanical scrap metal—this hidden sector was carved entirely from seamless, glowing white hyper-alloy, reminiscent of a high-tier research center built before the apocalypse countdown timer hit zero. Behind Mark’s boots, the mechanical spider drones and mutated iron-fang hounds he had hijacked with Sly's nano-plague stood guard around the elevator shaft, their toxic green opti

CHAPTER 74: ​BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!​The world lost all color the exact millisecond Mark Shola’s right thumb pressed down against the center console’s glowing ignition matrix.​The heavily modified [Giga-Plasma Railgun] resting atop the fifty-story roof deck didn't discharge a conventional electrical laser stream or standard thermal kinetic shell. Infused entirely with Nyx’s ethereal, S-Rank starlight matrix, the hundred-foot metallic barrel shifted into a translucent, shimmering weapon of pure spatial annihilation. When it fired, it released a hyper-dense, translucent spear of raw cosmic void energy that ripped a three-mile-wide vacuum tear straight through the upper atmosphere as it rocketed skyward at Mach 50.​High above the city, the Level 40 Void-Devouring Leviathan unleashed its planet-killing beam of dark matter, aiming to reduce the entire Provincial Assembly Core to atomic ash.​The two world-ending attacks collided mid-air, but there was no extended

CHAPTER 76: ​The quiet hum of the Provincial Assembly Core’s subterranean sector echoed through the sterile, hyper-alloy corridors. Deep beneath Level -10—far below the laboratory where Nyx’s cosmic egg had been awakened—Mark Shola walked down a newly unlocked passage.​Following his Level 19 breakthrough and the complete liquidation of the Level 40 World Boss, the facility's system authority had granted him full administrative clearance to the lowest layer of the complex: Level -50.​Behind Mark, his three sovereign beasts followed in silent, terrifying symmetry. Sly’s massive, multi-jointed cybernetic legs clicked against the metal floorboards, his pulsing crimson nano-tubes illuminating the dark hall. Zephyr hovered smoothly overhead, his crystalline quartz wings floating weightlessly. Nyx sat perched on Mark’s left shoulder, her nebular feathers wavering like dark violet flame as her liquid-gold eyes scanned the ancient walls.​[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: ENTERING UNM

CHAPTER 79: ​BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! ​The newly deployed [Anti-Orbital Void Shield Matrix] flared into existence around Outpost Citadel-7, casting a towering, iridescent violet dome of hyper-compressed spatial quartz across the entire planetary surface. The dense gravitational field generated by Zephyr’s evolution hummed through the titanium foundations of the fortress, causing the surrounding metallic dust clouds to hover in static, zero-gravity rings. ​Inside the Central Command Sanctum, General Kaelen remained collapsed on the cracked alloy floor. His four yellow eyes were wide, glassy, and completely unblinking as he stared up at the majestic, eighty-foot silhouette of the [Void-Dominator Celestial Phoenix]. ​Zephyr’s newly forged cosmic-silver armor didn't merely reflect the ambient crimson warning lights—it absorbed the surrounding radiation, radiating

CHAPTER 80: ​BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ​Three blinding, white-hot beams of concentrated antimatter tore through the dark vacuum of space, hurtling downward from the primary batteries of the three Vanguard Interstellar Destroyers. The planetary bombardment strike struck the apex of Citadel-7’s newly deployed [Anti-Orbital Void Shield Matrix] with enough kinetic energy to vaporize an entire mountain range. ​Inside the flagship The Retribution, Fleet Admiral Tenebris stood on his high command bridge, his heavy metallic cape draping behind his imposing, eight-foot-tall bio-armored frame. His four glowing red optics stared down at the planetary surface with cold, aristocratic detachment. ​"Target status?" Tenebris demanded, his deep voice synthesized through his level 55 battle helm. "Confirm total vaporization of the lower facility." ​"Sir!" the tactical officer stammered, his fingers blurring over the sensor array. "The... the bombardment