Chapter 90 Execution Day 3 – Boom... Didn't I tell you all? I'm not your average human

Mass release In honour to the support {3/10}

The announcement echoed through the grand hall, and the crowd erupted in praise for their so-called savior. Unbeknownst to them, the man they cheered for would soon be their undoing. How tragically ironic. Nameless, seated among them, couldn't help but smirk beneath his mask.

"What a pathetic display."

Even the S-rankers at the table—those supposedly powerful figures—were falling for the politician's lie. Layer upon layer of deception wrapped up like a finely presented sandwich, and they were eating it up. Nameless scoffed internally at how gullible they all were.

'This reminds me of that burrito I never had,' he mused with a touch of dark humor, letting the bitter thought roll around in his mind.

Sitting beside him, Nameful shifted uneasily, throwing a quick glance at Nameless, though it was clear his patience was wearing thin. "Ax— I mean, Nameless, I hope you know what you're doing. Because if you don't, this will end very badly."

There was no need for Nameful to finish his sentence. Nameless had already played out every possible outcome. He had a plan. He always had a plan.

At the center of the room, Hendricks stepped forward, his voice oozing with false sincerity as he addressed the crowd, his eyes darting towards the broken figure of Seo Jihnyuk, who was bound and hunched in the center of the platform, his head hanging low, his face hidden beneath a mop of tattered hair.

"I would like to say a few words about my former best friend," Hendricks began, casting a sorrowful gaze at Seo. "Although I am too hurt by his betrayal to recount his crimes, I—Hendricks—have only a few words of condolence for when he dies."

The entire hall fell silent, hanging onto Hendricks' every word. He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes brimming with feigned emotion. "It's been a long run, buddy," he said, his voice trembling. "From the binding test, to becoming A-rank, to fighting side by side. We were rivals... and yet, I can't help but..."

He let out a choking sob, tears sliding down his face. "I can't help but cry for you, Seo."

To any untrained observer, it was a moving performance. But to Nameless, it was nothing more than cheap theatrics. 'What a sickening sight. It's like a K-drama made for retirees,' he thought, holding back a wave of nausea.

Trisha, sitting stiffly across the table, was visibly seething, her fists clenched tightly beneath the table. The blatant lies and theatrics had pushed her righteous heart to the brink of exploding. If they weren't careful, her outburst would jeopardize everything.

Nameless sensed the tension brewing within her and realized he needed to act before she blew their entire cover.

"Uhm? May I also offer a few words for this oh-so-sad occasion?" Nameless suddenly cut in, his voice amplified by the mic attached to his collar. It was a rude interruption, but it was precisely what he intended.

Nameless' laughter cut through the threat like a knife, drawing every eye in the room back to him. Hendricks' face twisted with fury, his hands clenching into fists.

**"What kind of circus is this?"** Vicky Shaw muttered from her seat, her face twisted with disgust.

Nameless, however, continued to cackle, unfazed by the warnings. Finally, he caught his breath, and with a malicious grin, he spoke again. "You want to know why I'm laughing?"

The room grew deathly quiet. Every figure, from the S-ranks to the lowliest attendees, watched him with a mixture of suspicion and dread.

**"The food and water you all just consumed..."** Nameless reached up and slowly pulled off his mask, revealing a wild grin. **"...was poisoned."**

A collective gasp rippled through the hall, followed by frantic whispers.

**"We're all going to die in eight minutes."**

The room erupted into chaos. S-ranks leaped from their chairs, shouting orders, while others clutched their throats in panic. Hendricks, for the first time, looked genuinely terrified as he stumbled back from the table.

Nameless merely smiled wider, watching the chaos unfold, his heart racing with exhilaration.

But he wasn't done.

**"And for the grand finale..."** His eyes gleamed with malicious delight. **"I haven't even started yet."**

Suddenly, the floor beneath them rumbled. From beneath the hall, an ominous mechanical whirring began to grow louder.

The countdown had only just begun.

***Author's note***

Gift me before the end of this arc! I am asking for a gift to assist me in mass releasing.