(Henry's POV)
The mont I teleported, the air shifted.
Gone was the cold Scandinavian night. Instead, I found myself in a place that reeked of death and tal.
An underground facility, deep beneath the frozen wastelands.
The walls were lined with bloodstained steel, flickering ergency lights casting a ghostly red glow over the scene.
Cages—massive, reinforced with runes and energy fields—lined both sides of the corridor.
So were shattered, their occupants long gone. Others still held twisted, mutated creatures, their glowing eyes watching from the shadows.
And at the end of the hall... stood him.
Fenrir.
The SS-Rank Experintal Berserker.
He was taller than any normal man, nearly seven feet, his entire body rippling with unnatural muscle.
Dark tallic veins pulsed under his pale gray skin, glowing with a deep crimson hue.
But his face...
His face was covered by a half-broken iron mask, jagged and bolted directly into his skull.
Through the cracks, I could see his red eyes burning with insanity.
And when he spoke, his voice was distorted, layered with an inhuman growl.
"Another insect cos to test ?"
His arms tensed, chains snapping from his wrists.
"Then I will break you, too."
I smirked, rolling my shoulders. "Big words for a science experint gone wrong."
Fenrir laughed. A low, rumbling sound that made the very air tremble.
"Wrong? No, fool. I am PERFECTION."
Then, he vanished.
BOOM!
I barely had ti to move before sothing slamd into like a teor, sending crashing through three steel walls.
Step Two – The Berserker's Strength
I coughed, dust and debris falling around as I pushed myself up.
My jacket was torn, my ribs aching slightly—but that was all.
I cracked my neck, rolling my shoulders. "Huh. That actually stung a little."
A deep growl ca from the hole in the wall.
Fenrir stepped through, his massive hands clenching into fists.
"You are not weak. That pleases ."
I smirked, twirling my sword. "Glad I could entertain."
Then, I vanished.
Celestial Blink—straight to his blind spot.
I swung my blade, aiming for his exposed neck—
But he caught it.
With his bare hand.
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's annoying."
Fenrir grinned, his teeth razor-sharp. "Too slow."
Then—
He swung like a ragdoll, slamming into the ceiling, the floor, and then hurling through another wall.
I skidded to a stop, rolling back onto my feet.
I wiped a bit of dust from my sleeve. "Alright. You're strong. I'll give you that."
Fenrir grinned wider.
"Strength is the only truth, Executioner."
I tightened my grip on my sword.
"Then let show you mine."
I took a slow breath, letting my Titan Heart surge to life.
My golden aura flared, the energy in my veins burning hotter than before.
Fenrir's grin faltered.
He could feel it now.
The power that made unstoppable.
I lunged forward, faster than before—
And this ti, I was the one who vanished.
BOOM!
I appeared above him, driving my knee into his skull with enough force to send him smashing through the floor.
Before he could recover, I teleported again—below him.
And I punched him mid-air.
BANG!
His body twisted violently, crashing into the steel walls.
I exhaled, shaking out my fist. "Yeah. I hit harder."
Fenrir groaned, pushing himself up.
Blood dripped from his forehead.
His grin was gone.
Now, he looked furious.
His muscles bulged unnaturally, his skin cracking as more of the crimson energy pulsed through his veins.
"I am... Fenrir... The strongest..."
I smirked, lifting my sword. "Not anymore."
He roared, charging at like a wild beast.
I didn't move.
I simply raised my sword.
And then—
I unleashed it.
"Holy Annihilation."
A massive golden explosion erupted from my blade, engulfing Fenrir in pure celestial energy.
His scream was lost in the blinding light—
And when it faded—
There was nothing left.
No body.
No remains.
Just silence.
I sheathed my sword, letting out a slow breath.
Then, a blue notification appeared.
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[SYSTEM UPDATE]
Quest Completed: Experintal Berserker – Fenrir
Level Up: 94 → 97
Strength: 15
Endurance: 10
New Passive Ability: Titan's Rage – The longer you fight, the stronger you beco.
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I chuckled. "Now that's useful."
I stretched, rolling my shoulders.
Three more levels.
Then, Samuel and I could finally shut down Project Hades.
I smirked, turning away from the ruined facility.
The underground facility was in ruins, the air still thick with the scent of burning tal and blood.
Fenrir, the SS-Rank Berserker, was gone.
And ?
I was still standing.
I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders as I felt the power of my Titan Heart surging within .
Then, I smirked, turning away from the wreckage.
"Alright... Who's next?"
A mont later, the System responded.
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[SYSTEM SCAN: THREAT DETECTION]
- Location: Western Europe – Unknown Cathedral Ruins
- Enemy Type: Cursed Knight – The Fallen Paladin, Valerian
- Level: 102
- Danger Level: SSS-Rank
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I let out a low chuckle.
"A Fallen Paladin, huh? Looks like things are finally getting interesting."
I slid my sword back into its sheath, my golden eyes burning with anticipation.
Then—without hesitation—
I vanished, teleporting toward my next battle.
Because Project Hades wouldn't wait.
And neither would I.
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