LOGIN"We can't do this!" Shannon said. "If we enter Valenam territory, that's an invasion of a sovereign nation! Our country's barely getting back on its feet right now—the last thing we need is to pick a fight with a foreign enemy. It'll set our recovery back big time."Ray was speechless.A personality switch?Oh no, please no. The old Shannon—the ruthless, decisive one—was way more fun.This version? Way too preachy.Total buzzkill.With no other choice, Ray turned to Ezra. "You head back first. The entire Valor Military Base is worried about you. As for Dakota… I'll take care of him."What he really wanted was that mutated fruit tree of Dakota's.Dakota had called the order to go on a killing spree in Gohaven. In return, Ray would take him out and keep a fruit tree as an interest. Fair enough, right?Damn right it was.Shannon wanted to keep arguing, but Ezra grabbed his attention."Ray!" Ezra called out."Yeah?" Ray didn't even look back."Don't go soft. Leave no one alive
Ray thought inwardly, 'You don't get a say in that, but come on—it's just assigning a number; it's not a big deal. You're the famous captain of the Valor Military Base—you can't pull some strings for something that simple?Ray shot Ezra an annoyed glare, but honestly, he didn't take it seriously either.Did he care? If he really cared, he'd probably be the head of the country by now.Ray let go, and Shannon withdrew his iron wings. Still, he wasn't ready to let it go. He jerked his chin toward the last remaining Valenamese guy and said, "Why'd you stop me from killing him?"Weren't you the one going on like some kind of saint earlier, all "turn the other cheek" and unwilling to spill blood? Now you're turning around and asking me that?Ray smiled. "He's the only one who speaks Gohaven. If you'd killed him, who was I gonna ask?"Shannon's anger eased a little, though he still looked contemptuous. "What are you even trying to ask?"Ray raised a hand, signaling him to chill, then t
"Huh. Interesting."Ray raised an eyebrow. The guy had completely flipped—like a different person had taken over.Split personality?Heh. Looked like those Valenamese brutes were in for a rude awakening. This version of the "expert" clearly didn't have much patience.Too bad the Valenamese still had no clue how screwed they were. They kept throwing wild, reckless attacks his way.The man let out a cold snort. His wings snapped open.In a flash, he shot forward.Wherever he passed, heads went flying, and headless bodies sprayed blood in every direction.Holy shit—The Valenamese ability users went pale on the spot, their faces draining of color.'You're this strong? If you had this in you the whole time, why were you holding back? Were you playing dead just to bait us in?' they thought miserably.Their leader had no choice but to step up and face him head-on.A 1,500-unit fighter against a 3,000-unit powerhouse—on paper, it was still a fight. In reality, it was nothing more
If this guy were Valenamese, Ezra never would have made it out alive yesterday.That left only one possibility: he was a domestic expert—someone from inside the country.It added up. Even Ezra from Valor Military Base had been pushed to his limits here, so Gohaven had to have sent a real heavy hitter in response.Did those Valenamese brutes really think Gohaven was out of players?Seeing Ray suddenly stop, Ezra frowned in confusion."What's wrong?"Ray gave a faint smile. "A real powerhouse just showed up.""A powerhouse?" Ezra muttered, then shot him a look of surprise. "If even you're calling someone a powerhouse... just how strong are we talking?"Ray chuckled. "Since I'm the one making the call, I'm not counting myself."Ezra rolled his eyes hard. Damn it—why did he even open his mouth? He'd just given Ray another excuse to flex."They've already started fighting. Let's take our time walking over," Ray said.Ezra was skeptical. He still couldn't hear any signs of combat,
Ray stood in front of Ezra.Ezra shot him an irritated glance. "Can't you help me up?"Ray chuckled. "You've got hands and feet. Why do you need me to help you?""Damn it, look at me—do I look like I can walk?" Ezra cursed, then suddenly grew tense. "My soldiers… did they make it back alive?"Ray shook his head. "So far, only one person managed to escape to a safe zone and report back to the Valor Military Base. As for the others… they're likely gone."On his way here, he had kept his spatial perception fully spread, but he hadn't detected any other separated Gohaven soldiers.Ezra's expression darkened immediately. He clenched his fist hard."Once I recover, I'll slaughter every last one of those Valenamese brutes!"Ray, ever so helpfully, sprinkled a little salt on the wound. "Weren't you doing just fine against them earlier? Whole and uninjured, weren't you?"Ezra clutched his chest. "I'm injured right now. Do you really have to provoke me like this?"Ray laughed loudly, t
It was a supermassive tiger—over a hundred meters long.What the hell?!He was clearly using sonar, yet he still rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he had misread it.He tried again and launched a third scan.Buzz—The sonar wave bounced back, and this time, he saw Ray's "third form": a massive bird engulfed in flames, as if burning from within.Suddenly, he understood.These were the divine beasts from Gohaven's mythology—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird…What the hell kind of ability was this? Transforming into the Four Divine Beasts?He'd been tricked!He didn't know how Ray was concealing himself from his sonar, but he was certain there was no such ability as shapeshifting into four divine beasts. So this had to be an illusion—some kind of deception."Attack with me," he whispered to the four companions."Alright!" they all nodded.Against an invisible enemy, following the sonar man's lead was clearly the safest option."Now!" he roared.All five struck at
Wesley was utterly terrified."Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me! I'll do anything you want—just spare my life!"Ray felt a flicker of irritation. The moment Wesley collapsed like that, he'd coincidentally avoided the spatial gate Ray had opened in front of him."Leo, go."He swept the flashl
The man was dead. A large, gaping hole sat squarely in the center of his forehead, blood spilling out. His eyes were still wide open, as if asking, I never said I didn't believe you—so why was I the one who got shot?Everyone began trembling uncontrollably.A real gun. It was a real gun!Thomas
Ray felt light all over.Sure enough, a person couldn't keep bottling things up forever—the dam would break sooner or later.He went back upstairs, and Leo immediately circled around him, sniffing him a few times before tilting its head as if asking, 'Why do you smell like someone else?'Ray laug
Many TV stations had temporarily switched to breaking news, reporting on the sudden hailstorm.The hail was toxic.That fact had already been confirmed. Experts on the news warned loudly that people must never touch the hail out of curiosity, and absolutely must not lick it. At best, it would caus







