The morning sun was still soft, casting a faint glow over the streets. I was finishing my breakfast when Grandma's phone rang. The moment I saw her expression change, I knew it was something important.
It was from the public office—they had resolved our issue, and all that remained was signing some documents before the payment could be processed. Without hesitation, Grandma agreed, and I decided to accompany her.
After signing the documents, we stepped out of the office, and that's when I felt it—someone was watching me. It wasn't paranoia; it was an instinct honed over years of observation. The kind of awareness that tells you when someone has their eyes fixed on you, waiting for the right moment.
I kept my steps steady, pretending not to notice. As we reached the bus stop, I turned to Grandma and said, "I have some work in the city. I'll come home tomorrow."
She looked at me suspiciously but didn't argue. After all, I often wandered off for my own reasons. The bus arrived, and as she stepped in, I gave her a small nod. She sighed and waved me off.
The moment the bus left, I turned on my heel and walked into a narrow alleyway. The sensation of being followed intensified.
And then I heard the footsteps.
I stopped. So did they.
I turned around slowly.
Four men stood there, their faces shadowed under the dim streetlights. The same bastards from before—the ones who had jumped me, the ones who had underestimated me. Carter's men.
One of them smirked. "You thought we'd let you walk away after what you did to Carter?"
I tilted my head. "And if I did do something, so what?"
Their expressions twisted in anger.
I took a quick glance around—no cameras, no witnesses. Good.
The moment they lunged, I moved.
My spiritual energy surged, invisible to the normal eye but lethal in its force. My hand shot up, and one of them clutched his throat, gasping for air. He floated an inch off the ground, his legs kicking frantically.
The other three hesitated, but desperation made them reckless. They charged at me.
Big mistake.
I tightened my grip with my spiritual hold and flung the choking man into the others. They crashed to the ground, groaning in pain. Before they could recover, I stepped forward, my aura pressing down on them.
Fear flickered in their eyes.
One tried to crawl away. I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "Where's your base? How many men? Who's your boss?"
He gasped, eyes darting around as if hoping someone would save him. But there was no one.
"Y-you… you don't understand," he stammered. "The boss… he's not normal. Super strength—he's beyond human."
I smirked. "Good. Neither am I."
I got everything I needed out of him. Then, I silenced him permanently. The others had already met the same fate.
I wiped my hands clean and turned away. My energy was running low—I needed to recharge. There was a motel nearby.
By the time I reached the reception, I realized I probably looked terrible—dust-covered clothes, pale face, and eyes dark with exhaustion.
The woman at the counter glanced at me and immediately looked disgusted.
I didn't react. Human judgment was always based on appearances. I simply booked a room for the night, took the key, and walked away.
The room was small—just a desk, a bed, and a window. No luxury, but it would do.
I sat cross-legged on the floor and focused.
Memories flashed before me—the first time I had meditated after exhausting my energy, the strange red sphere guiding me, the sensation of power slowly returning.
As my spiritual reserves replenished, I made my plan.
I'd wait for nightfall. Then, I'd pay Carter's boss a visit.
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Midnight.
The city was quiet, but in the underworld, the real business began.
I opened the window, took a deep breath, and jumped.
Before landing, I tapped into my bloodline—the elephant's resilience. My body absorbed the impact with ease.
Then, I moved toward my target—the gang's underground den.
The entrance was guarded. Two men with guns. When they saw me, one of them asked for a passcode.
I didn't answer. Instead, I reached out with my power. Their throats constricted, their eyes widened in terror, and within seconds, they collapsed, lifeless.
Stepping over their bodies, I entered.
What I saw inside was a hidden city beneath the streets. Prostitution, illegal weapons, drugs, stacks of cash—everything that rotted society from within.
A woman, dressed in revealing clothes, sauntered toward me, licking her lips. "Hey, handsome. Wanna have some fun?"
I ignored her and asked, "Where's the boss?"
She pouted, annoyed at my lack of interest, but pointed toward a room at the far end.
As I walked toward it, I felt the entire place tense.
They knew something was wrong.
I pushed the door open.
Inside, men were sitting around a table, dealing in gold bullions—at least 20 to 30 of them. Two groups were negotiating, but all eyes turned to me as I entered.
The man on the couch, surrounded by women, with a thick gold chain around his neck, smirked.
"Bro, prostitutes work in the other room," he joked.
Laughter erupted.
I remained silent. My eyes locked onto him.
I asked one question. "Who's the boss?"
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the man on the couch.
Good.
I tapped into my DNA again. Power surged through me.
In an instant, I was in front of him. He barely had time to react before my fist connected with his chest.
To my surprise, he didn't fly back. He stood his ground. His smirk faded. "Who the hell—"
I didn't let him finish.
He swung at me—a powerful punch that could have crushed a normal man's skull.
But I wasn't normal.
I caught his fist. Bones shattered on impact. The force of my grip sent a shockwave through his entire body. His face contorted in agony before he was flung back, slamming into the wall. Blood splattered everywhere.
Silence.
Everyone in the room froze, trembling.
I sat in the boss's chair, leaned back, and calmly said, "Transfer all your money into this account."
No one dared to refuse.
A minute later, my phone pinged. **$5 million received.**
I stood up.
On my way out, I killed them all.
And before leaving, I also ended the woman who had pointed me toward the boss.
Loose ends were dangerous.
Now, it was time to disappear.