Ch 25 : Full Might Of The Organization
Renji stood over the lifeless body of the hybrid.
Blood dripped from his claws.
His breathing was slow, steady—controlled.
He felt it.
The hunger.
The power.
The next stage of evolution calling him forward.
But something else pulled him back.
A feeling—danger.
Then—
Click.
A hundred weapons locked onto him.
The shadows shifted.
Figures emerged from the darkness—soldiers.
No—elite hunters.
Black armor. Helmets with no visors.
Silent. Efficient.
They moved like one entity—an execution squad.
And at the head of them—Seijuro Hoshinomiya.
His cold eyes met Renji's.
The message was clear.
This was an extermination.
No hesitation.
No words.
The first bullet was fired.
BANG!
Renji moved.
BOOM!
The ground shattered where he had stood a moment ago.
High-explosive rounds. Designed for dungeon-class threats.
Renji blurred—dashing forward.
The soldiers reacted instantly.
Not just humans.
Augmented hunters.
Superhuman reflexes.
And they were ready.
A wall of gunfire erupted.
Bullets filled the space around Renji—tracking his every movement.
This wasn't a normal fight.
These hunters had data.
They knew how he moved.
How he reacted.
And they were predicting his every step.
But there was one thing they couldn't predict—what he had become.
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Renji's body moved on its own.
Faster.
Sharper.
The bullets came close—but none touched him.
It wasn't just speed.
It was something deeper.
He could see it.
The trajectory. The angles.
Everything slowed down in his mind.
And in that moment—he understood.
This wasn't about reaction.
This was about instinct.
Renji vanished.
The lead hunter—hesitated.
Then—
SLASH!
A blur of motion—a spray of blood.
The first hunter collapsed.
The others barely had time to register before Renji moved again.
BAM!
A second hunter was sent flying.
Their armor—crushed.
Seijuro watched.
Expression unreadable.
Then he raised a hand.
A signal.
And the real fight began.
Two figures stepped forward.
Not just hunters.
Not just soldiers.
But monsters in human form.
Elite Executioners.
Handpicked by Seijuro himself.
Their presence alone was enough to shift the battlefield.
And for the first time—Renji felt something strange.
Excitement.
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The first Executioner moved.
A blade appeared from nowhere.
Renji barely dodged—a thin cut forming on his cheek.
Fast.
Too fast.
The second Executioner didn't wait.
A shockwave erupted from his fist.
Renji blocked—but the impact sent him skidding back.
Power.
They were different.
They weren't just enhanced.
They were something else.
Seijuro remained still.
Observing.
Calculating.
This wasn't just a test.
This was a confirmation.
Renji was past the point of control.
Which meant—
There was only one option left.
The two Executioners moved in sync.
One attacked high—the other low.
Renji dodged.
Barely.
SLASH!
A cut—deeper this time.
BOOM!
A punch—cracked his ribs.
Renji growled.
This wasn't like the hybrid.
This wasn't about brute force.
They were shutting down his movements.
Denying his space.
Forcing him into a corner.
And for the first time in this battle—Renji was on the defensive.
THUD!
Renji's back hit a ruined wall.
A trap.
His instincts screamed.
And then—
Seijuro finally spoke.
"End him."
The Executioners attacked.
A blade—aiming for his heart.
A fist—aiming for his skull.
A perfect kill.
But then—
Everything stopped.
A pulse of energy exploded from Renji.
The air cracked.
The Executioners' attacks—halted mid-strike.
Something shifted.
A presence.
Ancient.
Dark.
And then—
The voice whispered.
"Unleash me."
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Renji's body moved on its own.
Not as a human.
Not as a hunter.
But as something more.
His hand caught the blade.
Not dodging.
Not blocking.
Just stopping it.
With raw force.
The Executioner's eyes widened.
Then—
Renji smiled.
And in that moment—the battle changed.
His claws extended.
His muscles hardened.
His eyes burned with something inhuman.
The Executioners hesitated.
Only for a second.
But it was enough.
BOOM!
Renji moved.
A strike—ripping through armor.
Another—breaking bones.
The Executioners staggered.
For the first time—they were losing.
Seijuro exhaled.
He had seen enough.
This wasn't a battle anymore.
This was a massacre.
He turned to the command squad.
And gave the order.
"Activate the suppression protocol."
The ground rumbled.
Renji paused—sensing something.
A new presence.
No.
Not just one.
Many.
And then—they arrived.
Figures in white armor.
Different from the hunters.
Different from the Executioners.
These were something else entirely.
And the air around them felt wrong.
Cold.
Unnatural.
And for the first time—Renji didn't feel excitement.
He felt something else.
Something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Instinctual fear.
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Renji stiffened.
The air shifted.
The Executioners, who had been relentless in their assault, froze in place.
Even Seijuro's expression darkened.
Because the ones approaching now—they weren't hunters.
They weren't soldiers.
They were something far worse.
Renji turned toward them.
A group of figures in white armor.
Not like the black-clad hunters.
Not like the elite Executioners.
These were something beyond human.
They moved in perfect sync.
No wasted motion. No sound.
Like ghosts in armor.
And the moment Renji laid eyes on them—his instincts screamed.
Seijuro watched carefully.
His expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a rare glimpse of caution.
The Purifiers were never meant for public deployment.
They were a containment measure.
A weapon designed to erase anomalies.
And Renji Kuroya…
He had become the greatest anomaly of all.
Seijuro gave the command.
"Engage."
And in that moment, the battlefield changed completely.
The first Purifier moved.
Not ran.
Not dashed.
It blinked.
One second, it was standing still.
The next—it was in front of Renji.
A silver spear in hand.
No sound.
No energy buildup.
Just pure movement beyond comprehension.
Renji barely reacted in time.
CLANG!
His claws met the spear.
A shockwave exploded outward.
The force behind the strike was monstrous.
But that wasn't what disturbed Renji the most.
It was the feeling.
The Purifier had no scent.
No heartbeat.
No aura.
It was as if it didn't exist.
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The second Purifier joined the assault.
Renji dodged—barely.
His instincts screamed again.
This wasn't like fighting humans.
This wasn't like fighting monsters.
They were something else entirely.
A third Purifier appeared.
Then a fourth.
Each one moving in perfect synchronization.
Every attack was calculated.
Every motion was flawless.
Renji gritted his teeth.
He wasn't just outnumbered.
He was outmatched.
One of them got through.
A silver spear pierced Renji's shoulder.
SHUNK!
Pain flared through his body.
Not normal pain.
Something worse.
His regeneration stalled.
The wound refused to close.
Renji's eyes widened.
What… is this?
Then he felt it.
Something inside him—rejecting the Purifier's energy.
Something that felt like—
An attempt to erase him.
The realization hit him.
These things weren't just hunters.
They weren't here to capture him.
They were here to erase him from existence.
Like he was an infection.
A mistake.
Something that should have never been allowed to exist.
And for the first time—Renji felt fear.
Real, primal fear.
Then—a voice.
"They seek to remove you… completely."
The ancient presence inside Renji stirred.
It had been watching.
Waiting.
And now—it spoke with urgency.
"They wield a force that disrupts the cycle. This is not evolution. This is annihilation."
Renji's hands trembled.
The Purifiers weren't just a weapon.
They were a reset button.
If he lost here—
He wouldn't just die.
He would be erased from existence.
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Renji gritted his teeth.
He had two options.
1. Fight and risk complete erasure.
2. Tap into the ancient power inside him.
He knew what that meant.
If he let it out, there was no going back.
But against these things—
He had no choice.
Renji closed his eyes.
And let go.
A pulse of black energy erupted from Renji's body.
The ground cracked beneath him.
The air itself seemed to warp.
The Purifiers hesitated—for the first time.
Because something had changed.
Renji opened his eyes.
They were no longer human.
No longer red.
Pure abyssal black.
And then—
He moved.
One second, Renji was standing still.
The next—he was inside their formation.
The first Purifier reacted.
Too slow.
SLASH!
Renji's claw tore through its armor.
For the first time—a Purifier staggered.
For the first time—they took damage.
And the others immediately recalculated.
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The Purifiers adjusted.
Their movements became even faster.
Even sharper.
But Renji was changing too.
He wasn't just reacting.
He was adapting.
Every movement.
Every attack.
His body was evolving in real-time.
And it was working.
For the first time—the Purifiers were on the defensive.
Seijuro watched in silence.
His eyes narrowed.
Renji was supposed to be dead by now.
Instead—he was winning.
That was not acceptable.
Seijuro spoke.
One simple order.
"Deploy the final measure."
And in that moment—
The sky cracked open.
A massive object dropped from the sky.
Not a weapon.
Not a person.
But something else.
A containment pod.
And inside—
Something far worse than the Purifiers.
A presence that even Renji felt instantly.
The pod hissed.
The locks released.
And then—
It stepped out.
A humanoid figure emerged from the pod.
But this was no ordinary being.
Even the Purifiers stepped back.
Even Seijuro's expression tightened.
Because this…
This was a Nightmare-class asset.
A biological weapon created for one purpose.
To eliminate dungeon-born anomalies.
And Renji—
Was now its primary target.
The being raised its head.
And then—
It smiled.