Present Realm, Hanseong.
On the sweltering summer night, the lights of the distant city could be seen from the suburban shantytown.
In the silent, stifling wind, a down-and-out drunk staggered through the alley, pulled down his pants for a piss, and startled a distant burst of barking.
The drunk cursed at the top of his lungs, then kicked the wall twice with all his strength before walking away in satisfaction, as though victorious.
He staggered down the desolate street and casually pounded twice on the side of a truck, producing two muffled thuds.
Then he left without looking back.
Signal. Everything was normal.
In an office on The Void Floor, Ai Qing lifted her coffee cup, took a sip, stared at the surveillance feed, and said, "Operation begins."
Bang!
Beyond the open doors, pairs of scarlet eyes lifted from the darkness like ghosts.
The indicator lights on the night-vision goggles blinked. Accompanied by footsteps too soft to distinguish, burly figures leaped from the truck compartment one after another. Not only here—soft footsteps sounded from hidden corners throughout the entire shantytown.
The firearms, long coated in matte material, reflected no glint beneath the moonlight, leaving only a startling expanse of shadow.
Beneath what appeared to be merely heavy coats lay full Valley Sequence: Delta-type armor, retaining only the most basic protective functions while maximizing mobility and reaction speed.
Executioners from the Original Darkness Legion moved soundlessly through sewage ditches and narrow alleys, flowing like black water as they encircled a ruined district.
No one knew how long the dilapidated factory had stood abandoned. Other than the buzzing of insects, it was silent.
Through the on-site collection equipment, every faint sound crossed a vast distance and reached Ai Qing's ears. Soft footsteps, the chaotic echoes of frantic running, and then the thunderous