Free Web NovelChapter 27: Defector from the West and the Omega Protocol
The private executive elevator doors had barely closed behind the trembling, ash-smudged Ambassador Vance before Min-jae turned his attention to the pulsating blue holographic display of the Sovereign Battle Map. The three nuclear-grade system artifacts Vance had threatened weren’t a bluff; three deep-red weapon signatures were flashing aggressively from an allied aircraft carrier fleet stationed seventy miles out in the Yellow Sea.
"They’re spinning up the telemetry matrices," Major General Shin Ye-rin reported, her fingers moving like a blur across the tactical console. Her steel-gray eyes hardened. "Min-jae, those aren’t normal pre-apocalypse missiles. They’re Rank-S Aegis-Judgment Warheads, packed with concentrated void-fission energy. If they launch, the kinetic and magical fallout will warp the atmospheric parameters of the entire peninsula." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Let them spin them up," Min-jae said smoothly, his posture perfectly relaxed as he stood with his hands in his cargo pockets. "The moment their launch code triggers, the feedback loop of the Citadel’s mirrored ward will vaporize their entire fleet before the missiles clear the deck."
"Wait, Monarch," Lady Crimson whispered, her newly evolved obsidian-black hair catching the ambient violet light as she glided out from the shadows near the balcony. Her crimson eyes locked onto a sudden, anomalous energy signature breaking through the tower’s lower detection grid. "We have a breach. But it’s not an attack. A single spatial signature just bypassed our outer perimeter, and it’s carrying high-tier Western mana."
Voom.!
Before Yoo Ji-a could even raise her Void-Valkyrie’s Crescent Fang, a violent, silver spatial tear split the air in the center of the penthouse lounge.
A lone figure tumbled out of the rift, crashing heavily onto the black alloy floorboards. She was a young woman of about nineteen, possessing striking, razor-sharp Western features, sun-kissed golden-blonde hair cut into a fierce, practical combat bob, and a pair of piercing emerald-green eyes that were wide with exhaustion and panic. She wore a high-tier, midnight-blue combat uniform of the US Liberty Aegis Elite Vanguard, but her sleek titanium-alloy chest plate was heavily scorched and cracked, bleeding a faint trail of volatile blue mana.
Clutched tightly in her trembling, gloved hand was an ancient, glowing obsidian data cube pulsing with forbidden red system code.
"Don’t... don’t let Vance’s signal reach the fleet," she gasped, her voice carrying a thick Western accent but laced with absolute, desperate urgency as she looked straight up at Min-jae. "The Western Executive Board... they lied to Vance. They aren’t planning a standard siege. They’ve activated the Omega Protocol."
Min-jae scanned her face, his system cheat instantly overriding her fading spatial camouflage to reveal her underlying profile and identity.
[Scanning Target: Lieutenant Elena Vance (Age: 19)]
[Identity: Commander of the US Elite Spatial Vanguard / Niece to Ambassador Vance.]
[Innate Talent: Void-Anchor Distortion (Rank S)]
[Description: Allows the user to rewrite spatial coordinates and intercept mid-tier kinetic trajectories.]
[Hidden Evolution Path Found for Target!]
[Evolving to Rank-SSS: ’Goddess of the Cosmic Horizon’ (Requires 40,000 Void Core Fragments).]
Min-jae’s lips curved into a cold, intrigued expression. Elena Vance. In his past life, she was known as the "Phasing Valkyrie," the premier spatial combatant of the Western hemisphere who had famously defected after discovering the horrific, human-sacrificing experiments her own government was running to fuel their system artifacts. To think she had jumped across the ocean to his tower on Day 1.
"Elena," Min-jae said, his voice a low, smooth baritone that seemed to ground the chaotic mana vibrating in the room. He stepped forward, stopping right over her kneeling figure. "You’ve crossed an entire ocean to betray your own military board. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let Ji-a feed your soul to her spear right now."
Elena looked up into his bottomless obsidian eyes, her breath catching as she felt the suffocating, god-like atmospheric pressure radiating from his calm frame. A deep, instinctual wave of submission washed over her panicked mind.
"Because Vance is a puppet," Elena stammered, holding up the glowing obsidian data cube. "The Aegis-Judgment Warheads aren’t designed to destroy this tower. They’re a tracking lure. The Western board has allied with The Iron Sovereign— the Level 25 Secret Boss of the Pacific Trench. The moment the missiles hit your shield, the kinetic resonance will unlock a planetary World Gate right beneath your tower, letting a Level 25 Calamity army bypass your external defenses entirely!"
"The Iron Sovereign..." Ye-rin’s jaw tightened as she quickly pulled up the Pacific Trench data coordinates on the Sovereign Battle Map. A massive, pitch-black icon of an armored ancient titan suddenly manifested at the bottom of the ocean rendering, its power metric flashing a terrifying warning.
"They’re sacrificing the entire capital sector just to force a breach," Ji-a hissed, her violet eyes flashing with a predatory, lethal rage as she stepped closer to Elena, her spear humming with void static. "Min-jae, this girl brought the data, but she’s still a Western vulture. Let me lock her in the sub-levels."
"No," Min-jae commanded coldly, his gaze remaining fixed on the beautiful, emerald-eyed defector. He reached down, his strong, dominant fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. The physical touch made Elena’s face flush a deep, sultry crimson, her heart racing violently against her damaged chest plate. "She’s smart enough to know which side of history is going to survive. Elena, by handing me this cube, you’ve signed your soul over to my team. You belong to me now. Your space, your anchors, your loyalty."
[Ding! Target ’Elena Vance’ has initiated a formal defection allegiance request!]
[Current Team Trust Metric: 60% (Shocked / Completely Captivated by your absolute presence).]
"I accept..." Elena whispered, completely surrendering her authority as the system seal dissolved into her chest. "I am yours, Monarch."
[Subordinate ’Elena Vance’ has officially joined your team!]
"Ye-rin, link her data cube into the Citadel core," Min-jae ordered, letting go of her chin as he turned toward the open observation deck. The bleeding crimson sky outside was beginning to flash with a series of blinding, high-altitude gold tracking flares from the ocean fleet. "The Western board thinks they’ve built a clever trap. They don’t realize that a Level 25 Secret Boss isn’t a threat to me... it’s just a legendary delivery system bringing me my next tier of growth materials."
He raised his right hand, his palm humming with a violent, light-devouring vortex of purple spatial mana. "Ji-a, Seo-yoon, Ha-eun, Elena. Gear up. We’re going to intercept their missiles mid-air, and then we’re going to drag their Secret Boss out of the ocean."
