The Black Site – Unleashing the Heavenly Demon

As the warehouse fell silent once more, I leaned against a rusted metal crate and exhaled slowly.

"The Black Site, huh?"

I had the location. I had the name. But I needed to be ready.

I straightened up, cracking my neck before muttering,

"System, show me my status window."

A faint blue holographic screen materialized before my eyes.

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[STATUS WINDOW – HEAVENLY DEMON]

Name: Samuel Gebb

Title: The Harbinger of Destruction

Level: 85

Strength: 270

Agility: 245

Endurance: 250

Intelligence: 210

Charisma: 190

Unique Abilities:

Breath of Destruction – Releases a wave of energy that erases anything in its path.

Void Step – Moves between dimensions at near-instant speed.

Dragon Fear (Passive) – Instills an aura of dread, forcing weaker beings into submission.

Black Heart Resurgence – Grants limitless stamina and strength, adapting in battle. Acts as a second heart.

Abyss Gauntlets – A pair of indestructible gauntlets that amplify physical attacks and absorb impact.

Heavenly Ashura Technique – A forbidden martial arts technique that enhances reflexes, speed, and strength beyond normal limits.

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I smirked.

"Not bad."

My stats had improved, and I was more than ready for whatever was waiting at the Black Site.

Still, I wasn't underestimating them.

Viktor's warning wasn't just for show—if the syndicate had something worse than mercenaries guarding Gregory, then I needed to be prepared for anything.

I closed the status window and rolled my shoulders.

"Alright then… time to raise some hell."

With that, I stepped out of the warehouse, the night air cool against my skin.

My next stop?

The Black Site.

The Black Site stood like a fortress, hidden beneath the old docks outside the city. It wasn't on any official records—a place designed to make people disappear.

But tonight?

I was the one coming for them.

I parked my Maserati MC20 near the edge of the docks, stepping out. The cold night breeze carried the scent of salt and metal, but beneath it… I could sense something else.

Something unnatural.

Step One – Breaking In

The guards outside were heavily armed, dressed in black tactical gear, carrying assault rifles. They weren't just hired guns—they were trained killers.

Too bad for them.

I Void Stepped behind the first guard before he could react.

CRACK!

My Abyss Gauntlet-clad fist smashed through his helmet, sending him flying into a concrete wall. The second guard barely had time to raise his gun before I grabbed his wrist and—

SNAP.

His scream was short-lived as I grabbed his throat and slammed him into the ground.

"Tch. Weak."

The alarms blared, the entire site coming to life.

Time for the real fight.

Dozens of armed soldiers poured into the underground base, weapons aimed at me.

"OPEN FIRE!"

A storm of bullets rained toward me—

I exhaled slowly.

"Breath of Destruction."

A black-red wave of energy erupted from my mouth, swallowing the gunfire and the men behind it.

The walls shook, the floors cracked, and their bodies were torn apart like paper.

The few survivors stared at me in horror. "M-monster—!"

I disappeared.

Void Step.

I reappeared above them, descending like a reaper. My fists, clad in Abyss Gauntlets, came crashing down.

BOOM!

The entire floor collapsed, dragging everyone into the depths of the facility.

But I wasn't done.

I landed lightly amidst the rubble, rolling my shoulders as more reinforcements arrived.

They had no idea what kind of hell they had just unleashed.

I tore through the Black Site, destroying everything in my path.

Rooms filled with equipment, research files, security systems—all burned or shattered under my attacks.

Then, I found it.

A reinforced steel door with "PROJECT ORPHEUS" engraved on it.

I placed my palm against it and clenched my fist.

"Break."

BOOM!

The entire door exploded inward, revealing a dimly lit chamber.

And in the center—chained to a metal chair, beaten and half-conscious—

Was Gregory Volkov.

His eyes fluttered open, barely recognizing me. "S-Samuel…?"

I stepped forward, grabbing the chains and ripping them apart with ease.

He collapsed forward, but I caught him.

"You're alive. Good."

He winced, coughing. "Y-you… shouldn't have come…"

I smirked. "You know me. I don't take orders well."

But as I was about to lift him—

A deep, guttural growl echoed from the shadows.

I turned my head slightly.

Something else was here.

And I had a feeling this fight wasn't over yet.