As MRD's helicopter lifted off from Japan, the world below was still burning.
500 men had fallen in minutes.
A human trafficking empire was erased overnight.
The name MRD now echoed in fear across the globe.
MRD sat back, resting his sword on his lap.
"Sirius, what's next?"
For the first time, Sirius hesitated.
"Sir… something has changed."
"All the other shipments have stopped."
MRD smirked.
"They're scared. That's exactly what we wanted."
But then—Sirius' voice turned serious.
"However, sir… I've found one location that hasn't moved yet."
"They're still holding victims."
MRD's expression darkened.
"Location?"
"Eastern Europe, sir. An abandoned military fortress in the mountains."
MRD exhaled slowly, gripping his sword.
"Fine. Then let's end this."
He looked out the window into the dark skies.
"Inform our Phantom Reapers Europe team to get ready."
"Tell them i'm coming."
The helicopter accelerated toward its next destination.
The hunt wasn't over. It was just beginning.
Target: Viktor Dragunov – A ruthless warlord controlling Eastern Europe's human trafficking & organ trade.
Location: An abandoned Soviet military bunker, deep in the mountains.
Security: 750+ elite ex-military mercenaries
Snipers positioned on the mountain ridges.
Automated turrets & motion detectors.
Helicopters and armored vehicles ready to move victims at any moment.
This won't be easy. But MRD isn't here for an easy fight. He's here for a bloodbath.
The fortress was a battlefield waiting to happen.
Hundreds of guards patrolled, unaware of what was coming.
The mountain winds were silent—until a low hum filled the air.
"What's that noise…?"
BOOM!
Missiles rained from the sky, striking the sniper towers and barracks.
BOOM!
The front gates exploded, sending flames into the night.
BOOM!
Vehicles flipped, crushing soldiers beneath them.
Panic spread like wildfire.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
Viktor Dragunov screamed into his radio.
"WHO THE F* IS DOING THIS?! DEFEND THE BASE!"**
Then—a figure dropped from the sky.
MRD had arrived.
MRD landed in the center of the battlefield.
He didn't sneak in. He didn't hide. He walked forward, fearless.
The first mercenary aimed his rifle.
Before he could fire—his head was gone.
One down.
Another screamed, reaching for his radio.
Before his voice could escape—his throat was sliced open.
Two down.
Then, the real war began.
Bullets filled the air.
MRD moved like a shadow, dodging, weaving, cutting.
Each swing of his sword ended multiple lives.
Grenades exploded around him—but he kept walking forward.
The Phantom Reapers landed in the distance, witnessing the carnage.
"This… this is our BOSS?"
"No… this is something beyond a BOSS."
Just when it seemed like MRD was unstoppable, a new squad arrived.
Viktor Dragunov's elite assassins—trained to kill even the deadliest warriors.
They carried special bullets laced with a bio-poison that killed instantly.
The moment they fired, MRD's instincts reacted.
He sliced through the bullets like paper.
But a few got through.
They tore into his body.
For the first time—MRD staggered.
The mercenaries grinned.
"Do you think you can win against us?"
"We are the most powerful assassins in the world."
MRD fell to his knees, gripping his chest.
The Phantom Reapers, watching, felt fear for the first time.
"Is he… is he falling?"
The assassins laughed.
"Even the great MRD bleeds."
Then—something changed.
MRD's breathing slowed. His body trembled.
Inside his bloodstream, his cells awakened.
The poison spread fast—but MRD's body destroyed it instantly.
Every virus, every foreign toxin—erased in seconds.
The assassins kept laughing.
Then—MRD smirked.
"Not today."
He touched his Sirius ring.
In an instant, his nano-tech suit activated, covering him in legendary black armor.
His energy exploded outward, shaking the ground.
The assassins froze.
"W-What is this?!"
MRD looked up, eyes glowing with raw power.
"Now… it's my turn."
The Phantom Reapers, watching, felt something new.
"This… this is a real King."
And then—the real massacre began.
Now fully powered, MRD became a storm of destruction.
Every mercenary who came near was erased.
The assassins tried to retreat—MRD didn't let them.
"No one leaves here alive."
The entire fortress burned.
Every enemy fell.
MRD was unstoppable.
MRD stormed into the medical lab.
Then, he stopped.
The sight was worse than hell.
Kidneys. Hearts. Eyes.
Laid out on metal tables, harvested from living children.
A 10-year-old boy was still awake, strapped to a surgical bed.
Tears streamed down his face.
A surgeon held a scalpel, ready to take his heart.
The boy looked at MRD.
"Save me."
MRD's rage exploded.
His aura ignited like a burning star.
His power reached new heights.
The surgeon's head rolled before he even knew he was dead.
MRD didn't just kill them.
He erased them.
After ensuring the victims were safe, MRD stepped outside.
He entered his helicopter, but something felt… different.
His body had handled the poison—but it was stronger than anything he had faced before.
For the first time, he felt something unusual.
He turned to the pilot.
"Take me to my family."
Destination: The Hidden Island.
The door closed. The helicopter lifted.
The war wasn't over.
Something even bigger was coming.