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Ch 102: The End of What?

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Just as Darius stepped forward to check the body of the intruder—whose name he didn't know—he noticed something unusual. Only a small amount of blood had been spilled, but the most shocking part was its color. It wasn't normal red; instead, it was an eerie, dark crimson.

"What is this? Is he some kind of scientific experiment? Is that why he hasn't spoken a word?" he thought, rushing forward to examine the body.

But there was nothing. The body was gone.

Startled, he swung his blade through the dust, sending it scattering through the air—yet no sign of the intruder remained in the crater.

"Where is he?!" he shouted, his frustration mounting as he scanned the area.

His eyes caught a faint trail of blood droplets leading toward a corner. Without hesitation, he followed them, determined to track the intruder down. However, after only a few steps, the trail abruptly ended. The blood was simply... gone.

Seething, Darius slammed his Peak Grade 1 greatsword into the ground and then pulled out his phone.

"Hello, bring more guards and seal off the entire Center. No one is allowed to enter or leave without my permission."

The person on the other end gave a quick acknowledgment before hanging up. Darius clenched his fists and continued his search. With the injuries that intruder had sustained—especially from a direct hit to the back—there was no way he could have escaped far.

Meanwhile, somewhere quiet and hidden, Rey reappeared, his body collapsing onto the ground with trembling legs.

The entire back of his armor had been destroyed, and though it was slowly recovering, the wounds beneath were severe. Deep gashes ran across his flesh, and in some places, his bones were completely exposed.

His condition was horrifying. If a doctor had seen him at that moment, they would have declared him dead without hesitation.

Yet, the most unsettling part was the lack of blood. Despite his grievous wounds, not a single drop leaked from his body—as if his very blood refused to leave him.

As Rey's battered body continued to heal, the minor injuries had already closed up, while the severe wound on his back was still regenerating. However, thanks to the darkness surrounding him, his recovery speed remained astonishingly high.

His muscle cells regenerated so rapidly that even the naked eye could perceive the process without the need for any instruments. The exposed bone at his back was gradually being covered by new flesh, and after several minutes, the wound had significantly improved. However, his healing started to slow as the toll on his stamina became evident.

A sharp, burning pain surged through him. Though he knew this injury wouldn't kill him, the sheer agony made it feel like hell.

"Ahh... that guy really went overboard. Using such heavy attacks just to take down a weakling like me," he groaned.

"What? Do you think your opponents will wait for you to catch up before using their strongest moves? Kid, get used to this—because in the real world, no one will—"

"Yes, yes, I know!" Rey interrupted with a frustrated sigh. "No one is going to wait, and they'll just kill me the moment they get the chance. Aiden, can you stop repeating the same lecture?"

Aiden stared at him for a moment, then simply nodded, as if lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Rey pulled up his status screen, eager to assess the extent of the damage he had sustained.

⟪-1347 HP⟫[2763/4110 HP]
⟪Ability Activation: Abyssal Regeneration⟫
<Body regeneration in progress.>
<Stamina is being consumed as fuel to sustain a high cell formation rate.>

Rey glanced at the notifications and finally understood why his stamina had dropped so drastically after his injury. He had traveled from the first floor, where Darius was, to the third floor—an impossible feat given his usual stamina reserves. It was as if something had completely drained him just to reach this point.

He focused on regaining his energy, knowing that without sufficient stamina, neither escape nor a fight was an option. But the next piece of news from Aiden made his situation even worse.

Aiden informed him that a total of fifty-eight heavily armed guards were now stationed around the building, fully equipped with weapons and protective suits. Helicopters and cars were also on standby, ready to chase him down if he attempted to flee.

The only viable method of escape was to create a distraction—something big enough to divert everyone's attention. But what could possibly be significant enough to pull their focus away, apart from a direct call from their boss? And Darius would never make that call unless his life was in immediate danger.

That left Rey with only one option—he had to create a situation that would force Darius to summon his guards for backup, giving Rey the opening he needed to escape.

As he strategized, Rey noticed his health bar rapidly regenerating, almost as if it were downloading data. Within minutes, it had already climbed past 75% and was still increasing, though at a slower rate now that his back had yet to fully heal.

Realizing that his movement was no longer restricted, he started formulating a plan to take down Darius. However, none of his abilities or allies could assist him in this scenario—it was entirely up to him.

Looking around, Rey found himself in a pitch-black room. Yet, thanks to his physique's unique effects, he could see everything with perfect clarity. A normal person wouldn't even be able to make out the outlines of objects in such darkness, but for him, it was child's play.

With that advantage in mind, an idea struck him—one he had used before, but now on a much larger scale. This time, he would ensure he wouldn't get caught in the process.

Moving silently, he made his way toward a particular room he had passed by earlier. At the time, he had dismissed it as unimportant, but now, it was about to become his key to escaping.

Carefully avoiding detection, he navigated through the building, evading Darius, who was still searching for him on the first floor. Eventually, he arrived at his destination—the main electrical control room of the entire building.

Yes, Rey had a plan. He was about to turn this entire structure into his personal domain of darkness.

To do that, he needed to destroy the power source completely, ensuring that Darius wouldn't be able to restore it in time.

The room was packed with switches and tangled wiring, but Rey barely paid attention to them. Without hesitation, he pulled out a wooden sword from his inventory and began attacking relentlessly.

As Rey continued slashing through the electrical wiring, the lights across the entire building began to flicker before shutting off completely.

At first, Darius didn't notice anything unusual. However, as darkness steadily engulfed the hallways, his suspicion grew.

Grabbing his radio, he contacted the guards stationed outside.

"Hey, can you still see any lights from the building?"

"No, sir," a guard responded. "The entire building has gone dark. Someone must be messing with the electrical room. Should we move in and eliminate them?"

"No, stay where you are," Darius ordered firmly. "If you go inside now, be prepared to die a meaningless death—just like the others before you. This guy thrives in the dark. Do not enter unless I give the command."

He knew exactly what his prey was planning.

'He's trying to draw everyone inside, either to escape or to kill as many as possible, pushing me into a rage so I lose control. That way, he can slip away in the chaos.'

Understanding this, Darius didn't hesitate. He rushed toward the electrical room, which wasn't far from his position. Upon arrival, he noticed the door was still open.

'Is he still inside?'

Without thinking, he barged in, only to be met with an unexpected sight.

The entire room was in complete ruin.

Circuits lay in shreds, wires slashed and scattered across the floor. The electrical lines were severed beyond repair—it would take hours, if not longer, to restore power.

"That damn rat… He really knows how to piss me off." Darius clenched his fists before smirking darkly. "Fine. Let's play his game one last time. I'll finish this for good."

With that, he turned and exited the room.

Unbeknownst to him, a shadow lurked just a step away.

The moment Darius left, the shadow shifted, revealing Rey, who had been hiding all along.

He had barely finished destroying the circuits before Darius arrived, leaving him no time to escape. So he had melded into the darkness using his skill, remaining completely undetected. If not for that, Darius' sword would have sliced him in two.

Now that the coast was clear, Rey also left the room. This space was far too cramped for a proper fight—he needed a larger area to bring an end to this battle.

He scouted the building, carefully avoiding detection as he searched for an ideal battleground. After checking multiple floors, he finally found it.

On the fourth floor, there was a massive, open room—large enough for a full confrontation. It was about the size of three normal rooms combined, with only a single entrance and exit.

'Perfect.'

This was where he would lure Darius. This was where he would finish things once and for all.

With his plan in mind, Rey descended to the first floor.

There, he spotted Darius scanning the area with a flashlight, still searching for him.

Rey deliberately made a loud noise as he moved, ensuring Darius heard him. Then, he bolted toward his chosen location, making it seem like he was desperately fleeing.

'Come chase me, Darius. Let's settle this.'

Just as Rey had planned, Darius followed him, fully convinced that his previous attack had left Rey severely wounded. With a little effort, he believed he could finish him off.

Because of that confidence, he wasn't being entirely serious—a mistake that could cost him later.

Darius pursued Rey up to the fourth floor and saw him slip into a room.

Before stepping inside, he carefully scanned the surroundings for any potential traps or ambushes. He also checked for windows or escape routes—anything the spy might use to lure him into a trap and escape.

To be cautious, he even informed his troops outside to keep a close watch on the fourth floor.

Satisfied with his precautions, he entered the room, sweeping his flashlight around.

But to his confusion, the room was empty.

What? I saw him come in here. Where did he go?

Before he could retreat, the door suddenly slammed shut behind him.

Instinctively, he turned toward it, reaching to rip it open—when a sharp, stinging pain tore through his back.

Blood dripped onto the floor. His own blood.

He was bleeding from multiple wounds across his back.

"Tch… trying to kill me with cheap tricks?" Darius smirked, summoning his greatsword. "You picked a good battlefield, but you chose the wrong opponent."

With a powerful swing, he thrashed his sword around the room, trying to hit his unseen enemy.

But nothing connected.

Instead, he was the one getting hit—again and again—by invisible blades slicing through the air.

Finally, he realized what was happening.

Switching on his flashlight again, he saw them.

Daggers.

Dozens of daggers floated in mid-air, circling and attacking him.

And then—just for a brief moment—he caught a glimpse of something else. A figure. A man standing at a distance, watching him with a smile.

"Oh? So you finally found me." Rey's voice echoed through the room. "That was fun, but… bye-bye."

Before Darius could react, a sharp agony tore through his body.

Five daggers had stabbed into him from all directions.

He staggered forward, falling to his knees as blood spilled from his mouth.

At that moment, he truly looked like a man on the brink of death.

Rey stepped forward, drawing his blade to end it once and for all.

However…

Victor and Aiden, watching from a distance, weren't convinced that this was over.

And they were right.

Just as Rey raised his weapon for the final strike, Darius moved.

Faster than Rey could comprehend, a hand wrapped tightly around his throat.

His breath caught.

"Got you, rat." Darius' voice was hoarse but filled with twisted amusement. "I didn't think you'd start talking… but walking right into a lousy trap? How does it feel?"

Slowly, he stood up, his injuries seemingly meaningless.

Then, with a single flex of his muscles, the daggers impaling his body popped out and clattered to the floor.

"Hah! You fool." He sneered, his grip tightening. "Did you really think such minor wounds could kill me? You clearly don't understand the power of a true martial cultivator."

Laughter echoed through the room.

Before Rey could react, a massive pain erupted from his stomach.

Darius' greatsword had plunged straight through him—piercing his body and bursting out from his back.

Rey's entire body convulsed. The sheer agony was unbearable. His HP was plummeting. His internal organs were failing.

But then… something strange happened.

Darius narrowed his eyes.

The blood pouring from Rey's wounds wasn't dripping to the floor.

It clung to his body, as if refusing to leave.

Not just that—his blood… was moving.

Like it had a will of its own.

And then, tendrils of that living blood began creeping along Darius' sword, as if trying to consume it.

The moment he sensed something unnatural, Darius reacted.