When Did My Son Become This Strong?

(( Minutes Earlier ))

Victor's surroundings had long transformed from a technological city into a molten wasteland.

Victor had never seen so much blood in his life.

The moment he reached the Molten Wastes Mining Site, his stomach churned as a wave of nausea hit him like a crashing tide.

Bodies.

Scattered everywhere.

The ground was soaked in red with flesh ripped apart and limbs strewn across the blackened rocks.

The stench of burnt corpses and scorched earth filled the air, nearly making him gag.

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

"Holy shit… I wasn't ready for this."

He forced himself to breathe, trying not to vomit right then and there. Seeing this in a game was one thing... but in reality... it completely hit differently.

The moment he turned the corner—

His blood ran cold.

There, in the middle of the battle-torn wasteland, lay a warrior's broken body.

It was Felix.