Chapter 30

Tang Su Yan wakes up inside a capsule, her body submerged in a thick, cold liquid. Panic surges through her as she pounds against the glass, her fists striking hard, but the only response is the muffled echo of her own desperate struggle. Her breath quickens as she scans her surroundings—then, she sees them.

Two eyes peer at her through the glass, filled with amusement and malice. A familiar, chilling voice follows.

"Finally… I can control you now."

Overseer's words seep into her consciousness like poison. The memories come in fragments—pain, needles piercing her skin, voices whispering commands she could no longer resist. She had fought. She had screamed. But in the end, the endless experiments, the relentless conditioning, had shattered her will.

Now, she stands over Prophetess, her fingers tightening around the woman's throat. Prophetess gasps, struggling against the suffocating grip, but Su Yan's expression remains eerily blank—empty. The fierce warrior who once defied Overseer is gone, replaced by his most terrifying weapon.

Nearby, Dylan lies motionless on the cold floor, his body lifeless, his blood staining the ground beneath him. Slaughtered

With Tang Su Yan under Overseer's control, the world descends further into chaos. Cities already on the brink of ruin collapse into complete desolation. The remnants of civilization crumble under the weight of unchecked power and madness.

Fires rage across abandoned streets, casting eerie glows against the hollowed-out skeletons of buildings. The air is thick with smoke and the stench of death. Once-safe havens become war zones, overrun by monstrosities born from twisted experiments—abominations of flesh and steel, mindless and relentless in their destruction.

Survivors, few and scattered, live in constant fear. The fortress where hope once remained is now a shadow of itself, barely holding against the horrors unleashed. The sky, once vast and free, feels smaller, suffocated by storm clouds and darkness that never seem to break.

And at the center of it all stands Tang Su Yan, no longer the warrior of justice but the harbinger of Overseer's twisted vision. A world shaped by suffering, a kingdom built on anguish.

Under Overseer's control, Tang Su Yan becomes a goddess of destruction incarnate—an angel of death that brings ruin wherever she walks. Her once fierce but righteous spirit is twisted into something unrecognizable, her power now a weapon of annihilation.

Cities crumble in her wake, civilizations reduced to ashes. Those who stand against her are erased in an instant, powerless before the force she has become. She is no longer the symbol of hope and defiance —she is now a harbinger of humanity's end.

Now that Tang Su Yan is under his control, Overseer watches from the sidelines, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight. His beloved Goddess of Destruction lays waste to the already broken world, her power an unstoppable force of devastation.

Like a lunatic, he laughs, his voice echoing through the ruins as flames consume everything in Su Yan's path. Humans scatter like frightened cattle, their desperate screams filling the air as they flee, knowing there is no escape.

Overseer watches it all with satisfaction, reveling in the chaos. This is the world he desires—a world where fear reigns and power belongs only to him.

If she is not stopped, there will be nothing left.

Prophetess gasps for air as she jolts awake from the vision. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the weight of what she has seen pressing down on her. Tang Su Yan will fall under Overseer's control if she is not saved. The world will descend into even greater darkness.

She pushes herself up, shaking off the lingering dread. There is no time to waste. She needs to act now. Grabbing her communicator, she urgently calls Dylan.

When he answers, she wastes no time. "I saw it," she says, her voice firm but laced with urgency. "Tang Su Yan… She's going to be taken by Overseer. If we don't stop it, the world will suffer."

Dylan listens in silence, then exhales sharply. "Tell me everything."

Prophetess steadies herself. There is no room for hesitation. They have to move—before it's too late

Dylan dashes across the rooftops, leaping from building to building with relentless speed. His breath is steady, his focus unshaken. Prophetess's vision weighs heavily on his mind—there's no time to waste.

He needs to save Su Yan. Fast.

"Dylan, Su Yan is in the abandoned hospital lab near the outskirts of Sector B," Prophetess informs him through the transponder.

"I'm on my way," Dylan responds without hesitation, pushing his body to move even faster. The city blurs around him, the wind whipping against his face.

He won't let her fall into darkness. Not if he can help it.

A flaming dagger hurtles toward Dylan, cutting through the night like a blazing comet. He twists mid-air, barely dodging as the heat scorches past his cheek. Landing on the rooftop, he turns to face his attacker.

Standing before him, wreathed in flames, is Scorch—one of Overseer's trusted lieutenants. The firelight casts flickering shadows across his face, his smirk dripping with arrogance.

"As expected from Overseer… He anticipated you will come, Dragon King Dylan," Scorch taunts, twirling another dagger between his fingers. "But you won't make it past me. No one interferes with Overseer's plan to capture Su Yan tonight."

Dylan's eyes narrow. His fists clench.

Under the cold glow of the moon, their battle begins.

Below the pale glow of the moonlight, Overseer lifts Ivanna by the neck, her wings trembling as she struggles against his grip. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, but she refuses to look away, her defiant eyes burning with resolve.

Just moments ago, she had launched herself at Overseer in a desperate attempt to protect Tang Su Yan. But now, Su Yan lies bruised and broken at his feet, ensnared by his overwhelming power.

Overseer tilts his head, amusement flickering in his cold gaze. "Foolish girl," he murmurs, tightening his grip. "Do you truly believe you could defy me?"

Overseer's grip tightens around Ivanna's throat, his fingers digging in as she struggles for air. Her wings tremble, barely able to move. She's losing strength.

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I force my battered body to move, grasping onto Overseer's leg.My fingers feel weak, my arms shake, but I don't care. I can't just stand by and watch her die. Even if it's futile, even if I have no strength left—I have to try.

Overseer glances down at me, amusement flickering in his cold eyes. A smirk curls on his lips. "Don't be jealous, my dear," he taunts. "I'll give you all my time soon enough… after I finish swatting these pathetic flies pestering me."