Chapter 153: Don't go

Song Woo-Ji's trembling body struggled to stay upright, his legs quivering beneath him.His skin was pallid, his face gaunt and drenched in sweat.

His eyes, usually sharp with determination, were glazed over as if he were still fighting to remain in the land of the living.

His breath came in shallow gasps as he leaned against the cold metal of the rooftop for support, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

He was a shadow of his former self, weakened after the ordeal of death and revival, but there was a desperate urgency in his eyes.

"D-D-Don't… g-go!" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a clear note of pleading. "D-Don't… go…"

Bong Me-Eon turned her head sharply, concerned etching across her face as she watched her disciple struggle to even form words.

"Woo-Ji, why?" she asked gently, kneeling down beside him, her tone soft but serious. "Why shouldn't we go? What do you know?"

Song Woo-Ji's throat convulsed, and he forced the words out, each syllable like dragging a boulder up a steep hill.

"W-we need… stronger reinforcements… SSS-Class ranker…" His eyes were wide with fear. "Or… w-we'll all… d-die…"

The armored man standing beside them, his helmet gleaming under the faint moonlight, narrowed his eyes. "Who is this?" he asked, his voice gruff as he gestured toward the weakened youth.

Bong Me-Eon straightened her back, casting a quick glance at the man. "He's my disciple, Song Woo-Ji," she said, her voice calm yet protective.

The man raised a brow beneath his helmet, eyeing the trembling figure of Woo-Ji skeptically. "Did he fight the leader of the Orcs?"

With what little strength he had left, Song Woo-Ji nodded vigorously, though his whole body shook as he did so.

The man's lips curled in slight disdain. "This kid's weak," he muttered. "Maybe he's just imagining things. Overestimating the enemy."

His tone was dismissive, as though Song Woo-Ji's warning was just the rambling of someone out of their depth.

"It's not uncommon for rookies to think every enemy is unbeatable."

But Bong Me-Eon remained silent, her gaze fixed on her disciple's face.

She knew Woo-Ji too well.

His instincts had saved her and others before.

This wasn't fear or exaggeration.

It was something far worse—certainty.

The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind them drew their attention.

Several Class A rankers approached, their armor gleaming in the faint light of the moon, faces set with grim determination.

One of them stepped forward, saluting both Bong Me-Eon and the armored man.

"Sir, ma'am," the lead ranker said, clearly addressing the two S-Class rankers. "Should we move in now?"

The armored man turned to the group, his face hardening into a resolute mask. "Let's go!" he barked.

Without another word, he leaped from the rooftop, his body plummeting through the air for a moment before his form shot forward like a bullet, slicing through the sky with deadly precision.

Several of the Class A rankers followed closely behind, their movements sharp and controlled, leaping off the rooftop in pursuit.

But one of the rankers remained behind, his head tilting slightly as he waited for Bong Me-Eon.

His eyes flickered between her and Song Woo-Ji, clearly unsure of what was happening.

Bong Me-Eon, however, was lost in thought, her eyes darkening with worry.

She had seen this look on Woo-Ji's face before, on more than one occasion, when they'd faced enemies thought impossible to defeat. And every single time, he made the right call.

She took a deep breath and made a decision. Sёarch* The Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Reaching into her pocket, Bong Me-Eon pulled out a small, sleek communication device.

Without hesitation, she dialed a number, her fingers moving swiftly across the interface. "Woo-Ji's instincts have never failed me before," she whispered to herself, casting a worried glance at her disciple. "If he says we need stronger reinforcements, then we do."

The communication device rang once… then twice. Bong Me-Eon's heart pounded in her chest as the tension built.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the call connected, and a gruff voice on the other end spoke.

"Who is it?"

Bong Me-Eon's hand clenched tightly around the device. "We might need you," she said, her voice steady but full of urgency. "Maybe it's going to be worse than we thought."

…

Volk's massive form towered over the battlefield, his skin pulsing with a radioactive glow.

His body crackled with volatile energy, the air around him shimmering with heatwaves as his rage-fueled, monstrous strength radiated from every pore.

He clenched his fists, feeling the power surging through his veins, and let out a deafening roar that shook the ground beneath him.

"RRAAAAGGGHHH!"

The bellow reverberated across the broken landscape, rattling the remnants of shattered buildings, sending waves of fear through the humans and even the Ogres who had just moments ago cheered him on.

Volk reveled in this form—his Radioactive transformation made him feel invincible, like a god towering over lesser beings.

He thought for a fleeting moment: "Why haven't I turned back yet?"

It had been well over ten minutes.

Usually, by now, his system would have forced him to return to his regular Orc form. "The system's still updating," he reassured himself with a smug grin, his tusks gleaming menacingly in the low light of the battlefield.

"No matter… I like this form. Stronger… better."

He flexed his gargantuan arms, feeling the tension in his muscles as they coiled, ready to unleash another devastating blow.

His deep green eyes scanned the ruined city beneath him, the scattered mushrooms that had once spewed death now vanquished by his sheer might.

"They can't stop me," he thought. "No one can."

But then, Volk's senses flared, something sharp and ominous pricking at the edges of his awareness.

It was distant—far off, but it was coming.

Fast.

His instincts, honed from an undeniable thirst of violence, screamed at him to take notice.

His muscles tensed involuntarily, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest.

"What… is that?" he muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion.

The pressure grew, a palpable force, like the very air itself was bending and warping as whatever it was approached.

Volk's red eyes darted across the horizon, trying to pinpoint the source of the overwhelming presence.

Each second dragged out painfully long as the sensation grew stronger, heavier.

His heart began to beat faster, not from fear, but from the thrill of a worthy challenge.

Whatever was coming for him was no ordinary opponent.

"Come on then!" Volk roared to the sky, his voice filled with wild, reckless excitement. "COME AT ME!"

The wind picked up, howling through the ruined city streets as the force approached.

It was like a freight train barreling through space, growing louder, faster, more intense with every passing moment.

The ground itself seemed to tremble beneath Volk's feet as the sheer energy of the incoming threat rolled over him in invisible waves.

It was powerful—terrifyingly so.

The kind of power that made even Volk, in his Radioactive form, feel a twinge of unease.

The distant sky began to warp, a streak of light blazing across the dark horizon.

Volk's eyes narrowed, honing in on the source of that light.

He could see it now—a blazing streak of pure, condensed energy, ripping through the atmosphere like a meteor.

It was hurtling toward him at breakneck speed, a force so concentrated that the very air around it seemed to ripple and distort, warping the fabric of reality itself.

"Faster!"

Volk's voice rumbled with anticipation.

The pressure in the air intensified.

His muscles tightened further, preparing for whatever this was.

His radioactive glow flared brighter, the heat from his body increasing as his excitement grew.

His mind raced, thoughts of battle flooding his head. "Finally… a real fight!"

The streak of energy drew closer, tearing through the sky with deafening speed.

Volk's eyes widened in disbelief as the shape became clearer.

It was no mere projectile—it was a man.

The armored figure hurtling through the air was shrouded in a golden glow, moving so fast that Volk could barely register his form.

The wind from his speed whipped up tornado-like gusts around him, carving deep trenches into the ground below as he passed over the broken city.

"What the hell is that?!"

Volk growled, but his voice was drowned out by the sheer force of the armored man's velocity.

The man was a missile, a bullet of raw power aimed straight at Volk.

As the figure sped closer, the force of his approach became unbearable.

The pressure around Volk intensified, making even his Radioactive form feel small in comparison.

The very air vibrated with power, the sky itself seemed to bow beneath the weight of this unstoppable force.

Volk clenched his fists, his face contorting into a mixture of excitement and rage.

"COME ON!" he roared, the ground cracking beneath him as his rage intensified. "I'LL CRUSH YOU!"

In the final moments before impact, Volk braced himself.

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The air around him shimmered with radioactive energy, his muscles bulging to their limits, veins pulsing with anticipation.

He was ready to meet this challenge head-on.

But then, in the blink of an eye, the armored man didn't collide with him as Volk expected.

Instead, the man zoomed past Volk at a blinding speed, a streak of golden light trailing behind him, leaving the hulking Radioactive beast standing there, blinking in confusion.

The man didn't even seem to register Volk's presence.

"Wha…?"

Volk grunted, caught off guard.

His towering form swayed slightly as he tried to process what had just happened.

He turned his head, following the trajectory of the armored man, watching as he crashed straight into the earth far ahead, sending up a cataclysmic shockwave of dust and debris into the sky.

Volk's growl turned into a frustrated roar, his han

ds curling into fists. "YOU!" he shouted, the ground beneath him shaking from the force of his anger. "COME BACK HERE!"

But the armored man had already gone past him, crashing headlong into the city ahead.