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CHAPTER 116 : Hell Without Fire
Author: Sally Diandra
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Three thousand meters beneath the surface of the Pacific Ocean, in a dark trench near the Mariana Trench, there existed a facility recorded on no map on Earth. The place was called Project Tartarus.

An underwater supermax prison originally designed by Julian Vance himself to dispose of Archon’s enemies. Ironically, the facility now held only one prisoner, its own creator.

Inside Isolation Cell Block Zero, a cell devoid of light and sound, where even the crash of waves and the hum of machinery c
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  • CHAPTER 128 : Julian Vance’s Trail

    That night,The sharp scent of antiseptic and ozone filled the advanced medical suite in the subterranean levels of ARC Monolith Tower. The room had been deliberately dimmed because even the slightest light felt like shards of glass stabbing into Matthew’s retinas.On a bio-medical bed forged from titanium alloy, Matthew lay motionless, bandages wrapped around his head. The steady pulse of the heart monitor cut through the suffocating silence.Viviane sat beside the bed, gripping her husband’s left hand tightly, his skin cold as ice. Her brown eyes were still swollen from crying. In the corner of the room, a lead-lined incubator hummed softly, shielding Dominic, who occasionally whimpered in his sleep.“You promised me, Matt,” Viviane whispered, her voice raw as it broke the silence. “You promised this system would not kill you, but tonight… I watched you almost die. Blood was pouring from your eyes and your ears. The

  • CHAPTER 127 : The Probes Awaken

    The Main Control Chamber on the upper floor of the ARC Monolith had descended into chaos. Technicians rushed from one console to another, shouting emergency codes while the giant wall screens blazed with blood-red warnings.When the steel doors burst open, Matthew strode in with long, rapid steps. The force of his presence alone made several technicians stop panicking.“Caleb, report. Now!” Matthew shouted.Caleb Foster, hammering frantically at a virtual keyboard with sweat streaming down his face, turned at once.Something strange was happening. The probes, those detection devices that had done nothing but observe from the skies, were suddenly moving downward.“Mr. Thomas, thermal anomalies in the stratosphere have spiked ten thousand percent. Five thousand blue cylindrical probes that had remained stationary are breaking formation. They’re descending into the troposphere.”“Are they heading for major po

  • CHAPTER 126 : The Weight of Ruthlessness

    Autumn rain poured relentlessly over New York City, drenching the massive glass walls of ARC Monolith Tower as it pierced the gray clouds.Inside the minimalist, futuristic private office at the summit, the silence was suffocating. The black cashmere carpet swallowed every footstep. But it could not absorb the tension radiating from the obsidian desk at the center of the room.A high-resolution holographic projection glowed, displaying Robert Watson, former CEO of Lane Corp. and Viviane Lane’s uncle. He looked disheveled. His gray suit was wrinkled, his tie loosened, dark circles carved beneath his eyes.Behind his projection, the distant thunder of massive hydraulic machinery and factory sirens echoed from one of the heavy industrial facilities in Berlin, Germany.“You have to give them rest, Matthew." Robert’s voice was hoarse, heavy with desperation.“Thirty workers died today. Extreme exhaustion, heart failure, industrial accidents. Forcing people to work eighteen hours a day with

  • CHAPTER 125 : Global Restructuring

    Two hours after the Tyrant’s Ultimatum, the War Room on the upper floor of ARC Monolith Tower was saturated with a tension sharp enough to cut with a knife.At the center of the circular chamber, a massive holographic table projected a slowly rotating map of Earth. Red points marking military and civilian crisis zones kept multiplying.Vincent Chen, the Asia-Pacific conglomerate magnate, looked haggard, repeatedly wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He sat beside Caleb Foster and Nikolai Sergeevich.On a vertical display, Veronica Wu’s face looked exhausted as she monitored logistics from Geneva.Then the steel doors opened. Matthew Thomas stepped inside, radiating an aura of absolute dominance that made the room seem to drop several degrees in temperature. No one dared speak before he took the central chair.“Report,” Matthew ordered.Vincent Chen cleared his throat roughly.“Mr. Thomas, as ordered, I’ve consolidated all logistics corporations across Asia, but the sei

  • CHAPTER 124 : The Architect’s Ultimatum

    “Three.”Matthew began counting.“Fire on those satellites now!” the Russian general screamed offscreen.“Two.”“Cut the connection! Trace his IP!” the Chinese leader shouted.“One.”Matthew closed his eyes and issued the command mentally to ARC. A directed electromagnetic shockwave, invisible to the eye, fired from ARC satellites in low orbit.In the blink of an eye, the screens displaying the leaders of the United States, Russia, and China died completely, leaving only gray static. Caleb held his breath, fingers flying over the keyboard.“Reports incoming, Mr. Thomas... power grids across the U.S. East and West Coasts have gone dark. Wall Street financial connections have collapsed down to physical server level,” Caleb said, his voice tight with alarm.“Russian military facilities from Siberia to Moscow have entered nuclear reactor life-support lockdown. They have to shut reactors down manually or risk detonation.”“And China... all digital infrastructure for rail systems, ports, an

  • CHAPTER 123 : Cosmic War Awaits

    Night had not yet ended over New York City.On the rooftop of ARC Monolith, the helipad stood empty, battered by roaring winds. Matthew Thomas stood at the edge of the parapet, a long black coat whipping violently around him. The air was bitterly cold, but he paid it no mind.Beside him, Viviane stood tall, cradling Dominic, their one-month-old son sleeping peacefully inside a thick insulated jacket. The night sky was strikingly clear after the storm. Stars burned with sharp brilliance, like silver eyes watching from the distance.Then, a deafening chorus of alarms shattered the silence. The phone in Matthew’s coat pocket vibrated violently. At the same moment, the satellite communication device on his wrist lit up.And not just his. Across the world, from the Pentagon in Washington to Central Command in Moscow to Vincent Chen’s maritime bases in the Asia-Pacific, red alert sirens howled in unison.“That’s a global air defense warning signal,” Viviane said, her voice nearly swallowed

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