As soon as Sirius delivered the mission details, Mirshad stood up.
His breath slowed. His mind sharpened.
Suddenly—his sword moved.
The blade floated toward him, glowing with raw energy.
MRD smirked.
"Ready, partner?"
The moment he gripped the handle, his body reacted.
A sudden surge of unlimited power coursed through him.
Every inch of his being felt lighter. Stronger. Unstoppable.
This wasn't just a fight.
Tonight, Japan would witness something beyond human comprehension.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his car keys.
The hunt had begun.
As he drove, his Hypercar roared down the highway, a beast on the loose.
The line connected instantly.
"General."
The Phantom Reapers' leader straightened.
"Sir, awaiting orders."
MRD's voice was calm but carried the weight of death itself.
"We hunt tonight.
Japan. Black Tide Shipyard.
Snipers are yours. The ground is mine."
The General didn't hesitate.
"Copy that, sir. Snipers will be eliminated before you arrive."
MRD ended the call.
"Now… let's make an entrance."
The shipyard was a fortress.
500 heavily armed soldiers patrolled the area.
Towers, tanks, helicopters—everything was in place to ensure no one could touch this operation.
They were prepared for an attack.
But they weren't prepared for what came next.
The sky split apart.
A massive stealth aircraft hovered above them, hidden in the darkness.
Then—the first explosion hit.
BOOM!
A rain of fire engulfed the north side of the docks.
BOOM!
A second explosion ripped through the loading area, sending guards flying.
Panic spread across the shipyard.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
Soldiers scrambled into position.
Takeshi Arata screamed into his radio.
"FIND THE ENEMY! ELIMINATE THEM!"
Then—a voice echoed across the shipyard's intercom.
A voice that sent shivers down the spine of every criminal present.
"Did you think you were safe?"
"Did you think I wouldn't come?"
A silence hung in the air.
"Tonight… you meet death."
Then—from the sky, a figure dropped.
MRD had arrived.
Mirshad didn't just land. He descended like a king.
A golden energy aura radiated around him.
His sword pulsed, feeding on his pure rage.
The moment he hit the ground, he moved.
A blur. A shadow. A nightmare unleashed.
The first guard aimed his rifle.
Before he could pull the trigger—his head was gone.
One down. 499 left.
Another screamed in fear, reaching for his radio.
Before his voice could escape—his throat was sliced open.
Two down. 498 left.
Then the real war began.
In the darkness, the Phantom Reapers took position.
One by one, every sniper in the towers fell.
Silent. Efficient. Deadly.
"North Tower clear."
"South Tower clear."
"All overwatch units eliminated."
Now, the battlefield belonged to MRD.
The guards opened fire.
**MRD didn't dodge—he walked through the bullets.
The moment a bullet touched his aura, it disintegrated.
Then, he attacked.
His sword became an extension of his rage.
One soldier was split in half.
Another was impaled and thrown into a shipping container.
One tried to run. His spine was severed before he could take his second step.
The ground was soon covered in blood.
250 enemies were gone within minutes.
Yet, the reinforcements kept coming.
They weren't fighting a man.
They were fighting death itself.
Three attack helicopters hovered above, unleashing a storm of bullets.
Missiles locked onto MRD.
They thought they had him trapped.
They thought wrong.
MRD raised his sword.
A single arc of golden energy shot from the blade.
The first helicopter was sliced in half.
The second exploded before it could react.
The third tried to retreat. MRD appeared on top of it in an instant.
"This is your end."
He plunged his sword into the cockpit.
The machine erupted in flames as he leaped off, landing gracefully among the wreckage.
Now, there were no reinforcements left.
Takeshi trembled.
His empire. His men. His power.
All gone.
He turned to run for the docks.
Then, he heard the voice.
"Running?"
Before he could react—a blade pierced his leg.
He collapsed, screaming.
MRD walked toward him, expression unreadable.
He lifted Takeshi by the throat, his eyes glowing with fury.
"You sell children."
"You ruin lives."
"You deserve a slow death."
Takeshi begged.
"I-I'll give you anything!"
MRD's grip tightened.
"You have nothing to offer."
He dragged his blade across Takeshi's stomach, slicing him open.
Takeshi screamed, feeling his insides spill onto the ground.
"This is justice."
With one final twist of the blade, Takeshi went silent.
Another monster erased.
MRD tore open the containers.
Inside, More than 300 kidnapped victims stared at him.
A child stepped forward.
"Who… are you?"
MRD kneeled, voice calm.
"You're safe now."
Then—the Phantom Reapers arrived.
MRD gave them one order.
"Take care of them."
As the children and adults were escorted to safety, MRD turned.
His helicopter hovered, waiting.
He stepped inside.
The door closed. The engine roared.
Just like that… the devil vanished into the night.