章節 13: Awakening 1
The rain poured from the sky, soaking Liam to the bone as he crouched in a narrow alley across from the Yakuza's main hideout. In daylight, the building looked like just another corporate building—mirrored glass and concrete. But hidden from the world was a fortress, a hideout specializing in crime. 'In the night, this place looks more like a creepy place.' Liam thought.
Tonight, it would all end—all the fear, corruption, and violence the Yakuza had spread throughout the city. Liam tightened his grip on Incursio. Though currently unawakened, Liam felt that the weapon could sense his intentions.
Liam crossed the empty street, his feet barely making a sound on the wet pavement. He approached the side entrance, a relatively unguarded gate, moving as fast as possible in the hopes of avoiding detection.
Two guards stood by the door, their figures barely visible in the dim streetlight. Before either of them noticed, Liam had closed in. He drew Incursio, and the first guard fell to the ground—a swift strike severing his head from his neck, ending his life instantly. The second guard tried to react, reaching for his earpiece, but Liam's hand was already around his throat, not letting go until the guard's body went limp.
He slipped inside, the metal door closing behind him. The interior of the compound was old and dirty, a big difference to the powerful presence the Yakuza wanted to project. The hallway stretched forward, lit by old yellow lights, 'there's people up ahead,' Liam thought after hearing distant murmurs of conversation echoed from further in.
Liam moved silently. He knew the layout—he had memorized every corridor, every possible exit. The information he'd gathered from the safehouse had painted a clear picture of this place, and now it was time to bring it all down.
He could hear the voices ahead. A group of Yakuza soldiers, their tones casual, unaware that someone was approaching them. He got closer, his eyes narrowing. There were four of them, leaning lazily against the walls, their weapons holstered. They didn't see him coming.
Liam jumped forward, his movements swift and precise. The first man fell with a gurgle, Incursio's blade cutting across his throat. The second turned, eyes widening, but Liam's fist struck his temple before he could make a sound. The remaining two drew their weapons, but Liam was already moving. He spun around, evading a knife strike, his knee driving into one man's ribs before spinning and stabbing his sword into the other.
The hallway was silent once more, the bodies slumped to the ground. Liam paused, his breath coming out in controlled exhales. This was just the beginning.
He moved deeper into the compound, reaching a hallway that opened into a larger area. Liam saw them—men clustered in groups, some playing cards, others drinking. 'I can't take them all on at the same time. Not if I want to save the hostages,' Liam thought.
He navigated the corridors until he found a reinforced door, 'that has to be the place where they keep the captives,' Liam thought. The smell hit him as soon as he approached—an air mixed with fear and despair. Liam took a deep breath, pushing the door open.
Inside, the room was dark, and the stench even worse. He saw them—women and children, huddled together, their faces streaked with tears, their eyes wide in terror. Liam's heart clenched at the sight. This was why he was here.
"It's okay," he said, his voice softer now. He crouched down, looking at them, his eyes locking onto theirs. "I'm here to get you out."
The captives looked at him in disbelief, their eyes darting between Liam and the door. He took a step forward, extending a hand. "You're safe now," he repeated, his voice steady.
Suddenly, Liam heard movement from behind—rapid footsteps followed by the clicking of weapons being readied. He turned slowly, his heart pounding as he saw them—Yakuza soldiers, dozens of them, their guns aimed at him and the hostages. He tightened his grip on Incursio, his eyes flicking between the armed men and the hostages, calculating his chances.
"Follow us. The boss wants to see you," one of the soldiers said.
Liam's jaw clenched, but he slowly nodded, his gaze shifting back to the terrified captives one last time before turning to the soldiers. The Yakuza surrounded him, keeping their weapons pointed at him as they led him through the compound. Step by step, they ascended a flight of stairs, tension thick in the air.
The soldiers guided Liam to a set of doors, which opened to reveal a luxerious room—completely different from the corridors below. There, surrounded by about thirty heavily armed men, stood Hiroshi Sato. The boss wore a dark suit, his eyes regarding Liam with a mix of amusement and disdain.
"Just as predicted," Sato said, a smile curving his lips as he looked at Liam. "The hero who couldn't resist coming to save the captives. You might be wondering how I knew, right?" After a short pause, he continued, his smile widening. "I planted that evidence in the safe house, knowing you'd come running. And now look at you—like a rat trapped in a cage."
Sato gestured to one of his armed men, who approached as Sato whispered something to him. The man nodded and, with a motion, led five others into a back room. Liam's stomach twisted, and his knuckles whitened around Incursio's handle.
Moments later, the men returned, bringing with them five hostages—two children, an elderly woman, and a young couple. The captives' eyes were wide with horror as they were forced to stand against the wall, near where Liam stood.
Sato turned to Liam, his voice dripping with mockery. "See? Now because of you, they are going to die. I want you to watch, little hero, as the people you came to save meet their end. Their blood is on your hands."
Liam's eyes darted between the hostages and the man holding them at gunpoint. The children's faces were pale, tears streaming down their cheeks. The young couple clutched each other, trembling, while the elderly woman stood in resignation, her eyes meeting Liam's, as if thanking him for trying.
Sato stepped closer, a dark glint in his eye as he looked at Liam. "What are you going to do now, little hero?" He turned away, as if Liam were no longer a concern, then barked, "Kill them."
Time seemed to slow. Liam's heart beat heavily in his chest, every fiber in his being screaming at him to act. In that split second, he made his decision. He moved.
Incursio flashed forward, the blade cutting through the air, and before the executioner could register the movement, Liam's sword sliced through his neck.'Got him just in time.' The man fell, but not before the sound of a gunshot echoed through the room.
Liam's eyes widened in horror as he saw the elderly woman stagger, her frail body slowly collapsing to the floor. The children screamed, their high-pitched voices shattering the silence in the room.
"No!" Liam's voice was raw, filled with pain and anger. He spun around, his eyes filled with fury as he faced Hiroshi Sato.
Sato watched, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "See? This is what happens when you play the hero. You can't save them all."
Rage bubbled in Liam's veins, his grip on Incursio tightening until his knuckles turned white. His entire body trembled—not with fear, but with fury. 'How dare he? This isn't over. Not yet.'
"You will pay for this," Liam growled. Sato smirked, stepping back as his guards moved in, weapons raised. "I don't think so. After all, you are next," Sato said.
Liam was outnumbered, but he no longer cared. The fire in his soul burned brighter, Incursio blazing, it's handle shifting forward. 'We can do this. No, we HAVE to do this,' Liam screamed out in his mind.
章節 14: Awakening 2
Liam was outnumbered, but he no longer cared. The fire in his soul burned brighter, Incursio blazing, its handle shifting forward. 'We can do this. We HAVE to do this,' Liam screamed out in his mind.
The air around him began to change, the pressure in the atmosphere thickening as a deep crimson aura erupted from his body, swirling around him like flames. The Yakuza soldiers faltered, their confidence wavering in the face of this supernatural transformation.
Liam could feel the energy surging within him, the despair and anger melding into something greater. Thoughts of broken families and the senseless cruelty of people like Sato filled him with immense rage. This was never about revenge; it was about protecting the innocent and ending the tyranny of the Yakuza.
As the anger surged, he heard Balut's voice echo in his mind, as if carried on the winds of fate: "Set your soul ablaze, scream it out now!" Channeling that fire, he roared, "Incursio!"
In that moment, a familiar figure began to manifest behind him—a massive, grey armor embracing him, merging with him, granting him power. As his strength increased, the armor formed around his body. The transformation was strange, a rush of power coursing through his veins; he felt all his senses heighten—his eyes, ears, all his senses.
After the armor fully encased him, Liam took a determined step forward, his presence becoming monstrous and overwhelming. "You think you have the right to execute and dictate the lives of innocents?" he growled, his voice resonating with newfound power. "You have no idea how wrong you are."
Instinctively, Liam summoned Neuntote, the massive spear materializing in his armored hand. "These are your consequences," he said as he raised Neuntote high in the air, the crimson aura pulsating with an intensity that made the very air shimmer. Bullets fired at him, but they bounced harmlessly off the armor, repelled by the armor's sheer strength.
With one fluid, diagonal strike, Liam swept Neuntote through the air. Soldiers, some standing four meters away, others ten, never stood a chance. The spear cut through the air, and eight men fell in an instant—some left headless, others cleaved in half. The brutality of the moment was immense, a visual reminder of his resolve.
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In the corner of the room, I stood frozen, armed but visibly nervous. My confidence evaporated in the face of this chaos, or rather, because of what caused it. ''What the hell is happening?'' Panic surged within me as I gripped my gun tighter. 'This should've been just another clean-up case,' I thought, fear planted itself in my heart. The crimson aura surrounding the invader intensified, pulsing and swirling around him.
Before I could fully comprehend what was unfolding, I witnessed something beyond imagination: a massive, grey armor took form behind the intruder; the armor seemed alive. It leaned down, embracing him like a living person. Then, the massive figure vanished, leaving behind a smaller figure clad in the same armor. He stood tall, encased in grey armor, his eyes glowing with fierce red crosses, tears streaming down his face before being concealed by the yellow visor of the helmet.
"What... What the hell is this?" I stammered, my confidence crumbling.
With a swift, commanding motion, the intruder summoned a weapon again. A spear materialized effortlessly in his armored hand, the aura surrounding him growing stronger, as if feeding on the fear and desperation of those around him.
Taking a determined step forward, the intruder's presence became monstrous and overwhelming. "You think you have the right to execute and dictate innocent lives?" he said again, his voice loud, filled with power. "You have no idea how wrong you are.''
My heart raced, confusion and terror fighting for control. "What do we do?" I shouted, but the other soldiers stood frozen, confused and terrified by the spectacle unfolding before them. Some whispered, "Monster," their voices trembling with disbelief as they watched him summon a spear out of thin air.
"These are your consequences," the intruder declared, his voice echoing as he raised his spear high in the air. The air crackled with energy, a huge pressure appearing around him. He swung his spear down, and the immense pressure was unleashed. The soldiers, who had initially braced themselves, suddenly found their heads falling and bodies collapsing, cut in half in an instant.
Then chaos erupted.
The room descended into chaos as everyone scrambled for their lives. Bullets rang out, bouncing off the walls, but the intruder was unstoppable. "You wanted to watch them die?" The intruder shouted, his voice filled with fury. "Then watch this!"
The crimson aura was absorbed back into the intruder, his movements filled with determination and power. Each step, every swing brought death and despair. Each killed gang member brought him closer to me.
My heart raced, confusion and terror battling for control. 'Monster,' I thought, fear clutching my chest. 'This isn't just a fight. This is a massacre.' I watched in horror as the intruder moved around like a wild beast, the once-ordinary man now transformed into a monster.
Some soldiers charged at him, only to be slashed in half or punched into walls, their bodies flung back with the force of the monster's strength. One soldier collided with another, both of them collapsing to the ground, lifeless. The ones who tried to escape weren't much better off; the monster was faster, cutting down any who dared reach the exit with merciless precision.
"Stay back!" I screamed, desperation filling my voice as I scrambled to regain control. But it was too late. The monster was relentless, carving a path through the chaos with his spear, each swing accompanied by screams and death. More gang members fell, their faces twisted in fear as they realized they were no match against the monster.
As more soldiers fell, the monster stood in the middle of the chaos, the sounds of the battle fading into the background. He turned to face me, his helmet casting a shadow over his glowing eyes.
Then, with a sharp movement, he raised his spear once more, and in that moment, everything was enveloped in darkness.
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