2026-11-07 22:12:35The air in the warehouse was thick with blood and machine oil. It pressed against every nerve in the room.
The Blood Axe Gang was finished.
Bill, the second-in-command, was a smear on the concrete.
"From today, the Ninth District answers to me."
Arthur's voice, cold and flat, rolled through the dark. Nobody dared to argue. Nobody dared to breathe. The dozen survivors knelt in a row, slamming their foreheads against the floor so hard that blood ran down their faces, and they didn't stop.
"Long live Boss Arthur!"
"We'll work like dogs for you, Boss!"
In the corner, a kid with dyed yellow hair, trembling all over, whispered to the man beside him. "He said he doesn't have a System... He was joking, right?"
The man clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide with terror.
No System? Who was he kidding? Anyone who could summon steel monsters had to carry some terrifying SSS-rank Mechanical Summoning System. The new boss was toying with them. Monsters like that loved to play the pig who ate the tiger.
Arthur heard the whisper. He didn't bother to correct it.
In a world built on lies, the truth was the one thing nobody believed. And fear built out of other people's imagination was the best shield he could ask for.
"Shut up, all of you."
The warehouse went dead silent.
"I don't need useless people. If you want to live, go find me metal. Scrap iron, copper, old wire, anything." He scooped up a handful of wasteland coins and flung them on the floor like trash. "Ten pounds of iron buys a day's rations. A hundred pounds buys a vial of water purifier and real medical coagulant."
His gaze swept over the kneeling men.
"One more thing. What you saw tonight belongs to someone far above you. I only run errands for him in this district. If a single word leaks out of your mouths, he will hear it, and he does not forgive."
"Anyone who hides scrap from me, or starts trouble on my ground..."
Click-clack.
Four heavy spiders raised their gun barrels in unison.
"...ends up like Bill. Understood?"
"Understood! Understood, Boss!"
The gang scrambled. Picking through garbage was nothing compared to staying alive. They fled into the night on their hands and knees and tore through the corners of the district hunting for metal.
Several hours later, dawn was close.
Far away on the inner city's high wall, searchlights swept the edge of the slums in wide, restless arcs. Faint sirens wailed from the garrison.
All night, the heavy machine-gun fire had finally disturbed someone important up there.
Arthur didn't have much time. At least the gang worked fast out of pure fear. Carts piled with car chassis and twisted scrap rolled into the warehouse one after another.
Whoever sat behind those searchlights would be here by sunrise, and he wanted this place finished before they arrived.
"Ring. Absorb everything."
Silver-blue light opened like a greedy mouth and swallowed the mountain of metal whole.
[Absorption complete.]
[Current iron: 1,250 units.]
[Current copper: 320 units.]
[Energy reserve: 90 percent.]
[Upgrade conditions met. Upgrade Level 0 Refuge to Level 1 Basic Steel Fortress?]
"Upgrade. Now."
Arthur locked the target on the old air-raid shelter at the center of the Ninth District. The Blood Axe's headquarters. As of tonight, it was his.
Rumble.
The whole shelter convulsed as the command landed. Rivers of silver metal wove through the air and folded into new shapes. Cracked concrete vanished beneath half a meter of alloy plating. The rusted iron door melted and reformed into a ten-ton hydraulic gate. Along both sides of the corridors, rows of cameras and hidden gun ports rose out of the walls.
Under three minutes. A cold, gleaming fortress had slammed itself into the heart of the slum.
For the first time since he had opened his eyes in this world, the walls around him belonged to him. Half a meter of alloy. Ten tons of door. Arthur drew a long breath, and his shoulders came down a full inch.
[Level 1 Steel Fortress upgrade complete.]
[Full-spectrum radar and life-sign detector online.]
Hmmmm.
Every monitor in the fortress lit up. The instant the audio sensors woke, a faint noise slithered out of the external microphone and into Arthur's ear.
Squelch. Squelch.
It leaked in from every direction, from the air, from the far dark of the night. Like countless invisible mouths chewing in the void.
Arthur's eyes darkened. That sound again.
He had no time to think. The ring erupted in a harsh red alarm.
[Warning! External infrared radar has detected an unknown heat source!]
[Target distance: fifteen meters.]
[Target status: stealth, lying in wait.]
Stealth?
He whipped his head toward the monitor outside the main gate. The normal camera feed showed nothing but an empty street and trash stirring in the wind. But on the infrared screen, a human-shaped heat source clung to the corner of a wall like a gecko, perfectly still.
A cold sweat broke over him.
Stealth Systems fooled eyes, cameras, even the senses of other Awakeners. That was the whole point of a hidden world. But the fortress radar wasn't a System. It was machinery, and machinery had no soul to trick.
If the fortress hadn't come with radar, he would never have found anyone hiding out there. Whoever it was had awakened a high-grade stealth System. And he had probably been out there for hours, long enough to watch everything: the killings, the looting, the fortress rising out of the ground.
"Turrets, prepare to fire. Tear him apart."
His voice was ice. Killing intent leaked from every word.
Click. The hidden machine guns slid out of the fortress wall and their infrared lasers locked on the empty air.
Arthur opened his mouth to give the order.
Then he stopped.
He stared at the outline in the thermal image. It was round, bloated, almost spherical, and it was shaking with terror, trembling so hard the whole shape blurred. That cowardly silhouette was far too familiar.
Sam?
On the screen, the round shape shook so hard it looked ready to slide off the wall.
The orphan's memories surfaced. Three years at the same desk beside a fat boy who never spoke, who always seemed to melt away whenever Victor's gang walked past. The only person in the whole school who had never once laughed at him. One winter, when Arthur had gone two days without food, half a steamed bun had slid under his notebook. Neither of them had ever mentioned it.
He had never learned what Sam had awakened. In three years, nobody had ever thought to ask the fat boy anything.
Arthur's finger froze above the launch button.
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