Chapter 95: Chapter 95 - The Dangers that Hide Under

[ Tudor Kingdom ]

Inside an Underground Vault Deep Beneath the City of Kaoline

In the dim, damp confines of an underground vault beneath the city of Kaoline, a formidable figure moved with reasonable haste.

Standing more than seven feet tall, his bald head gleamed under the sparse lighting, accentuating his muscular physique.

Clad in his signature white tank top and black army pants, he had a massive black dragon tattoo that coiled menacingly around his right arm.

This was Delmar, a man of imposing presence and fierce reputation. Who was also the one that created the identification card of our protagonist. The same identification card that has brought some troubles for our young protagonist.

Delmar sped through the vault's contents with practiced efficiency, storing a variety of items into his storage ring. Supplies, weapons, healing medicines, money--nothing escaped his grasp.

His actions were swift and methodical, betraying a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.

Among all the items he collected, money received the greatest attention. He prioritized it above all else, as if his very survival depended on amassing as much as possible.

The loss of even a single coin seemed an unbearable prospect to him, a thought that gnawed at the core of his being.

As Delmar scoured the vault for more valuables, a sudden beep pierced the silence. He turned sharply towards the sound, his eyes narrowing as he located the source--a computer in the back corner.

He stopped his actions and snickered angrily at the thought of what that had stopped his important work.

Striding over, he stared at the screen, its glow casting a harsh light on his rugged features.

The monitor displayed a security alert, indicating that a group of individuals had infiltrated the vault and were searching for someone specific, someone being himself.

Delmar's face twisted in annoyance as he muttered to himself, "Ah, fuck. It's only been three hours and they're already on my tail. Who would have thought that Wicked Bitch of the South would send her elite troops to hunt down a 'Nobody' like me?"

"The day couldn't get any worse now could it"

Reflecting on recent events, he continued, "This all happened because I tried to help that kid. I should have just handed the kid over to them and made some cash--a win-win for everyone... well not everyone. The kid would have been the one in the most problematic state."

Despite his confidence, Alexforge decided to say a word of caution. "Guys, the person we're dealing with is resourceful and knows how to use his environment. Be extra careful."

The team members, seasoned and battle-hardened, acknowledged their leader's warning with nods.

Among them, a subgroup of two men and a woman wearing high-quality light armor was inspecting a corner of the site. The woman, known as Extra Three, noticed something peculiar.

"Hey, guys, look over here," she called out.

The two men, Extra One and Extra Two, joined her, peering at a grenade lying on the ground, its pin still intact.

Extra One chuckled. "Haha, Extra Three, you called us over for this? It's just a grenade with its pin on."

Extra Three insisted, "No, something feels off about this."

"What's suspicious about a grenade with the pin still in? It's not like it's going to--"

His sentence was cut short as the grenade's pin suddenly popped off. "Oh, shi--"

BOOM

The explosion echoed through the place, a stark reminder of the perils that lay in waiting. Delmar, watching through the monitors, saw the blast's impact and chuckled darkly. He knew the hunt was far from over, but this small victory brought a savage satisfaction.

Back on the surface, Alexforge and his remaining team members felt the ground shake beneath their feet.

The realization that their enemy was indeed cunning and dangerous dawned on them fully. The mission had just escalated, and the stakes were higher than ever.

Alexforge's mind raced. 'This guy is not just resourceful; he's deadly. We need to adapt and outsmart him if we want to complete this mission.'

He gathered his team, their faces now marked with grim determination. "Stay sharp. This is just the beginning. We'll get him, no matter what it takes."

As the team regrouped and continued their search, Delmar prepared for the next move in this deadly game of cat and mouse.

The vault, with all its hidden dangers and treasures, became a battleground where there lay waiting for them only destruction and sorrow.