"Mr. Hansen, thank you very much for your help. I’ll handle the payment right away, and that’s enough for now. Let me take care of Robert. This is a family matter." Delia Asked. "Alright. Up to you! I’m tired anyway, I just want to rest," Hansen replied.Hansen was escorted home, and before arriving at his apartment, he received a bank notification stating his balance had increased by 50 million dollars.“Ugh, that’s quite a lot of money. I guess you could say I’m rich now,” he muttered as he entered the apartment.The next morning, Hansen woke up later than usual. His body felt lighter, although the spiritual energy inside him was still not fully stable. Last night’s ritual had drained much of his strength—not physically, but spiritually. He sat cross-legged on his bed, regulating his breathing, and slowly opened his eyes.That morning, after finishing his breathing and energy realignment, Hansen went downstairs for breakfast. His apartment was on the 38th floor, with a direct view

The blue flash hadn’t fully faded when dust and alarms filled the room. The spiritual explosion from Hansen’s lightning summoning had severely damaged the security system. One by one, the light crystals went out, leaving flickers of fire from overloaded electrical panels.The first three guards collapsed, their suits emitting smoke—useless against the pure energy assault.Behind a one-way mirror, the head scientist—an older man with graying hair and eyes as sharp as needles—watched the monitor with growing alarm.“How did he break through?! That should be impossible without an assistive device!”The assistant beside him typed frantically, panic on her face. “Energy levels are rising… now beyond Foundation Stage threshold. It’s unstable… he’s channeling power from an external source!”“External?!” the scientist turned sharply. “What do you mean?!”“An external entity… something directly connected to the atmosphere! It’s like he’s drawing energy from the sky itself!”Meanwhile, amidst t

Smoke and dust still lingered heavily in the underground chamber. The sound of cracking walls and creaking metal echoed slowly with the passing time.Kira bit her lip behind the shadow of a half-destroyed weapon rack. Her eyes were locked on the tablet screen, which continued processing the data from the last collision.“Their power... it’s equivalent to a collision between two missiles.”A heavy, raspy voice broke the silence.“I... haven’t lost yet.”Thorax.Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his body remained standing—though trembling. His left arm hung uselessly, bones broken, and part of his armor was blackened, melted by heat and lightning.But his gaze was not extinguished.A few meters in front of him, Hansen knelt with one hand bracing his body on the floor. His breath was ragged, parts of his clothing were scorched, and the lightning flowing through his body began to destabilize.Yet he managed a faint smile.“Not bad... for a half-machine.”Thorax took a slow