2026-05-28 22:50:16That absolute ice locking down Hanan’s feet was giving off some crazy-level cold. The air around it literally froze and shattered into these glass-like shards floating all over the place. Elara stared at him with glowing silver eyes. She was just waiting for Hanan to start screaming his head off because his cells were supposed to be dying from some god-tier frostbite.
But Hanan just looked down at his feet. Not a single trace of panic on his face.
"Absolute zero." Hanan’s voice sounded super chill, cutting through the whistling wind. "The temperature where every single atom just stops moving. It’s a pretty sick concept for freezing matter."
Elara frowned. This dude in front of her should’ve fainted or gone totally numb by now.
"But you forgot one basic thing." Hanan slowly looked up and locked eyes with Elara. "I’m not tied down by the laws of matter anymore."
A split second later, a burst of light exploded from inside Hanan. It wasn’t just pure gold like before. Now, that gold was mixing with a deep neon purple aura that was pulsing like crazy. That stunning color was glowing bright right under his skin.
The absolute ice holding his feet shattered instantly. It didn’t even melt into water; it just broke like fragile glass getting hit by a freight train at full speed.
Elara jumped back. Her silver eyes went wide seeing this total freak of nature in front of her. There was no way anyone should be able to break her absolute ice that easily.
"How the hell do you have Bastian’s purple energy?" Elara’s pretty voice was shaking with panic now. "Did you actually devour him?"
"I just took what was more useful in my hands." Hanan stepped forward. The ice shards under his boots crushed into glowing dust. "Bastian really loved being in control. And I’m a big fan of his knowledge."
Elara didn’t waste another second. She threw her hands out. The air on the rooftop turned into a deadly blizzard. Thousands of giant ice spears formed from the vapor in the air. All of them were hovering, points aimed straight at Hanan’s chest.
"Just die, you anomaly!" Elara screamed.
Those thousands of deadly projectiles shot forward all at once, flying like bullets. They roared like fighter jets diving in for the kill.
Hanan didn’t even lift a finger to block it. He just focused his mind on the space around him. A dark purple glow layered with neon gold radiated out, forming a transparent shield that looked like glass marble in the air.
When the ice spears slammed into Hanan’s shield, they all just got wrecked. That deadly attack turned into a shower of sparkling ice bits that couldn’t even scratch a single hair on Hanan’s head.
"Way too predictable." Hanan kept walking right through that ice storm. They were only five meters apart now. "You rely way too much on freezing water molecules. So, let’s see how you hold up if I just delete the water vapor around you."
Hanan snapped his fingers.
A wave of gold-purple energy exploded from where he stood. In a heartbeat, every bit of moisture on that rooftop was wiped out. Elara’s blizzard vanished into thin air. The air became insanely dry and hot in milliseconds.
Elara started choking. She grabbed her own throat. Her lungs were screaming for air with some actual moisture in it. Her god-like powers were totally paralyzed because her main tool had been deleted by Hanan’s particle manipulation.
Hanan stood right in front of Elara, who was now on her knees coughing like crazy. Her marble-like skin started cracking from extreme dehydration.
"Bastian was just a pawn." Hanan looked down at Elara. His glowing purple-gold eyes stared straight into her soul. "You’re a pawn too. What kind of organization sends out fragile dolls like you guys to run the world?"
"You don’t know squat." Elara hissed in pain, but her eyes still had that blind arrogance. "They’re coming. The Three Eyes will see you. They’re gonna erase you from reality."
"The Three Eyes." Hanan nodded slowly as he got confirmation about the symbol he saw in Bastian’s memories. "Cool. I’ll be waiting for them."
Hanan reached out and grabbed the top of Elara’s head. The woman let out a terrified scream as bright purple energy from Hanan’s hand tore through her skull.
This wasn’t just some physical kill. Hanan was doing exactly what he did to Bastian. He was devouring Elara’s spiritual core.
A sharp, freezing sensation rushed into Hanan’s veins. Unlike Bastian’s energy which felt heavy, Elara’s felt sharp like a razor blade slicing through his sanity. Hanan could see flashes of Elara’s memories. Secret meetings in some basement, then a bunch of faceless glowing figures, and various energy hubs all over the world.
Elara’s screaming slowly stopped. Her divine core was totally trashed.
Hanan let go. Elara’s body slumped to the concrete floor, dead. She didn’t turn back into a human like Bastian did because her ice energy was way too deep in her vital organs. Once the energy was ripped out, her organs just died with it.
Hanan stood in the middle of the now-quiet rooftop. The gold and purple neon glow faded slowly from his skin, leaving only the silence of the Jakarta night.
Two kills in less than twelve hours. The crack in Hanan’s chest felt more stable now, even though the hole got bigger. That hungry feeling he had before was being replaced by the cold satisfaction of a predator.
"The Three Eyes." Hanan clenched his fist, letting the last ice shards melt in his palm. "Let’s see who’s gonna erase who."
Hanan looked toward the northern harbor. The second target with that blood-red energy was still pulsing wildly out there. The game had just begun.
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31. Static Syndrome
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30 : : A Whisper from the Void
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The Empty Architecture
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Glitch-Walker
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When Gravity Decides to Retire
The shift didn’t happen with a roar. It happened with a sigh a weary, low-frequency oscillation that rippled through the central business district of Jakarta like a pebble tossed into a still pond. One moment, Hanan was mid-fall through the folding architecture of space; the next, he slammed onto the pavement of Jalan Sudirman. The transition wasn't smooth. His molecules lagged behind, his boots feeling heavy enough to crush the asphalt while his skin felt light, airy, and prone to scattering in the wind.He scrambled to his feet, but his balance was a lie. The ground beneath him didn't pull down; it felt optional. Across the street, a parked delivery truck tipped gently, not from a collision, but because gravity had simply decided to stop working. The vehicle drifted upward, rotating in the mid-morning air like a dead buoy in an ocean current. A driver, trapped in the cab, let out a throttled scream that rose in pitch as he floated past the third story of a glass-clad office buildi
The Sound of Static
The hum was everywhere. It wasn’t a sound you caught with your eardrums; it was a frequency you felt in your marrow, like the vibration of a subway train rumbling beneath an empty house.Hanan sat on the edge of the broadcast tower’s antenna, his legs dangling five hundred meters above the glowing sprawl of Jakarta. The city lights flickered—a strange, jagged rhythm that didn't sync with the hum of the power grid. To anyone else, it looked like a flickering fluorescent bulb. To Hanan, it looked like a dying heartbeat."You're hearing it too, aren't you?" Hanan didn't turn his head. He knew the voice. It wasn't Rendy, not exactly. It was the phantom scrap, the leftover recursive loop of the Trinity that he had foolishly kept when he absorbed the dimension's core. It sounded like glass sliding over wet marble."I’m hearing a mess, Rendy," Hanan muttered, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. The fabric looked solid, but under his thumb, it distorted, briefly showing the sub-atomic c
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