I created a foundation

His perfect body, which had been dormant for tens of thousands of years, was awakening.

The joints made crisp sounds like firecrackers.

That wasn't the sound of rust from years of disrepair.

It was more like the dull rumble of mountains shifting and the earth cracking.

Every stretch of his body was like a symphony full of repressive power.

Muscles, denser than the hardest rock, undulated slowly beneath his lavender skin, outlining perfect lines beyond mortal imagination.

His long, dark purple hair, almost black, like a waterfall in the dark night, fluttered in the wind under the glaring light of the laboratory, shining with an eerie luster.

He tilted his head back slightly.

Take a deep breath.

The air of this new era.

Thin.

Extremely dirty.

The air was filled with the sour smell of industrial waste, the fear of ephemera1's short human life, and the pungent smell of various chemicals.

He could clearly "taste" every component in the air.

Fear, to him, was but a trivial, slightly spicy seasoning.

He analyzed all of this in an instant.

The precise proportions of various elements in the atmosphere.

Faint tremors of plate movement coming from deep within the earth beneath our feet.

And, outside the cold walls of this laboratory, the chaotic electromagnetic noise emanated from the vast city.

A universe composed of infinite information flooded into his perception the moment he woke up.

His senses could easily pick up every vibration of a tiny flying insect's wings several kilometers away.

His senses could detect the faintest body temperature, the slightest sign of life, and - the most alluring scent of prey.

In just a moment, he processed it all.

this era.

So different.

Yet... so fragile.

A smile, slow and full of the cruelty of a predator, began to bloom at the corners of his perfect lips.

That smile did not bring any warmth.

It only foreshadows irresistible destruction.

His chest rose and fell slightly.

The laughter, at first, was like the lava suppressed deep in the volcano, low and hot.

Brewing and accumulating within his perfect body.

Then, it suddenly exploded.

The laughter continued to rise, eventually turning into a sound wave that was both magnificent and creepy.

Full of absolute power.

Full of unshakable confidence.

It is filled with the pure, unadulterated joy that the gods feel when they return to the lost kingdom of God.

The walls of this laboratory, which were reinforced with special materials, seemed unable to withstand the terrifying power contained in the laughter and began to tremble slightly.

The laughter echoed in the empty laboratory, hitting the broken precision instruments and the shapeless corpse in the corner that was gradually cooling down.

"Low-level organisms like fungi."

When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth as the finest obsidian.

However, the sharpness contained in it is enough to split the stars.

"And this foul air..."

He paused deliberately, as if savoring this long-lost moment.

This is the culmination of eons of careful planning and endless years of waiting.

“It’s a great era.”

His eyes, which looked like they were carved from the purest amethyst, flashed with a chilling cold light.

His eyes first casually swept across the devastated scene in front of him that was caused by his own hands, and then, as if able to penetrate the thick walls, he looked at the vast, unknown world outside the laboratory.

"It seems that I, Kaz..."

The laughter gradually died down.

What replaced it was an absolute arrogance that was above all others, supreme, and tolerant of any interference.

"Finally home!"

His sight finally fixed on the softness in the distance.

Under the deep night sky, the outline of the huge city is outlined by countless star-like lights.

He slowly raised one hand, spread his five fingers, and pointed at the sleeping city that was still unaware of what was happening at the moment.

That city still breathed quietly in the night, completely unaware that a catastrophe capable of overturning everything had quietly awakened in its heart.

Chapter 135: Bloody Feast! Silent Tokyo

The air in the monitoring room suddenly froze.

Igarashi Takashi, the underground tycoon who is obsessed with collecting rare treasures in the world, is greedily gazing at his latest and most proud collection through the one-way glass - a stone pillar where an unknown humanoid creature is sleeping.

He had just acquired this "artwork" from a small war-torn country through secret channels at a huge expense.

The seller only said it was ancient and mysterious.

However, Igarashi Takashi sensed a power far beyond the ordinary from the vague outline of the creature in the stone pillar.

He wants to parse it.

He wants to control it.

He even fantasized about turning it into his most powerful private army.

At this moment, he was preparing to start the activation procedure of the laboratory.

On the screen, various data streams flashed by rapidly.

The energy field around the stone pillar began to fluctuate unsteadily.

Igarashi Takashi's breathing became heavy, and his eyes flashed with a morbid fanaticism.

Sudden.

On the surveillance screen, the stone pillar that had been standing still for several days suddenly cracked without any warning.

No.

Not cracked.

It was the stone pillar itself, peeling off to the sides like a melting candle.

A slender, perfect, yet inhuman male figure slowly stood up from it.

He has long, strange purple hair, and his muscles are like ancient Greek sculptures, every inch of him is filled with explosive power.

Katz.

He woke up.

Igarashi Takashi's pupils suddenly contracted and his heart almost stopped beating.

He had considered the possibility of the collection "coming alive", but the scene before him exceeded his wildest imagination.

This is not an "item" that he can control.

This is a god.

Or rather, a devil.

Kaz tilted his head slightly, and his golden eyes seemed to penetrate the thick walls and the one-way glass, and fell accurately on Igarashi Takashi in the monitoring room.

That look was cold.

Indifferent.

It's like looking at a humble insect.

Igarashi Takashi felt a chill rushing from his tailbone to the top of his head.

He wanted to scream.

want to escape.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead and I couldn't move them.

next moment.

Kaz's figure disappeared from the screen.

In the monitoring room, the alloy security door behind Fifty Diagrama Long silently sank inward, deformed, and was then torn apart by an invisible force.

Kaz, standing just at the door.

He didn't even glance at the metal fragments on the ground.

His eyes were always fixed on Igarashi Takashi.

"You... woke me up?"