CHAPTER 156: CHAPTER 157: [SOURCE PLAN: DESTRUCTION] IS ACTIVATED — IT’S AWESOME!!

"Hahaha—! Damn it!!"

Suddenly, Dorisk placed a hand on his forehead and let out a hoarse chuckle. There was a strange mix of helplessness and self-mockery in his laughter, as though he had been pushed to the brink of sanity.

Then, in one fluid motion, he grabbed the chair beside him and stood up, turning his back to Pyrrha. With a dramatic wave of his hand and a hum in his throat, he walked toward the exit of the dimly lit room.

"They say people get more patient with age," Dorisk muttered as he strolled. "Damn it, they’re absolutely right. Otherwise, why the hell would I have tolerated your lunatic rambling for this long, you damn cyber-junkie?!"

He kicked aside a wrench on the floor and growled under his breath.

"What rotten luck! Labor and management must’ve lost their minds to listen this long. I should’ve chopped this nutcase into pieces right from the start!"

With a sneer, he gave a sharp order without turning around.

In an instant, Kodo and the other scavenger thugs, who had been barely restraining their aggression, raised their pistols and pointed them directly at Pyrrha’s head.

"Son of a b**ch, you’re tired of living, aren’t you?! Coming to the Scavenger base to stir up trouble?!"

"We’ll send you home with a f**king bullet!"

Kodo screamed in rage and pulled the trigger.

BANG!!

A single thunderous gunshot rang through the air.

The bullet struck—but not its intended target.

A scavenger standing on the opposite side of the room staggered backward, blood spurting like a broken hydrant. His body convulsed, then collapsed to the floor, a spreading pool of crimson beneath him.

The room froze.

Pyrrha—the one who had been sitting in the chair—was gone.

"What?! Where the hell did he go?!"

Kodo’s eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring the horror dawning on every scavenger’s face.

The room was silent for one breathless second—then—

"Jie Jie Jie Jie—!!"

A cold, bone-chilling laugh echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once. It rattled through the room like wind scraping a steel graveyard.

Dorisk and the others felt their skin crawl. Every hair on their bodies stood on end.

That voice. That damned eerie laugh—it was Pyrrha’s voice!

He hadn’t left. He was still in the room. Watching. Waiting.

Dorisk’s eyes darted around wildly. The bloody mist still lingered in the air, slowly settling across the concrete floor like a shroud, but Pyrrha was nowhere to be seen.

"Fk... Fk, fk, fk!!"

Dorisk cursed under his breath, beads of sweat rolling down his temple.

"Hey... you looking for me?"

A whisper. Right at his ear.

Dorisk whirled around with a scream, squeezing the trigger of his pistol in blind panic.

"FK!!!"**

DA-DA-DA-DA-DA—!!

Bullets sprayed wildly across the room, tearing into furniture, metal walls, and shattered equipment.

But no Pyrrha.

When the magazine clicked empty, Dorisk’s hands trembled as he lowered his weapon and scanned the room once more.

Nothing.

Just silence. And the growing weight of fear.

"W-What the hell is this... Is this guy a ghost?!"

Before anyone could react further, something began to materialize from the lingering blood mist.

A head—emerging slowly.

It was cloaked in a crimson helmet, its design streamlined and inhuman. A pair of glowing cross-shaped goggles obscured the face beneath, hiding any sign of humanity.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough—

A mechanical prosthetic arm extended from the mist. Gibbon-like in form, it moved with unnatural grace and eerie precision, glinting with embedded combat hardware.

The scavengers froze.

Their instincts screamed: danger.

And they were right.

The specter from the mist... was Pyrrha.

But this wasn’t the same cocky mercenary they had seen earlier.

This version—armored and nearly invisible—was like a specter of death.

[Source Plan: Destruction] — Activated.

User: Pyrrha.

This was no ordinary armor.

Crafted with bleeding-edge stealth technology and powered enhancements, it could displace visibility and even meld into environmental elements like smoke, blood, and shadows.

"Hehe... This suit David gave me is a real treat," Pyrrha chuckled darkly, his distorted voice ringing out from behind the mask. "You didn’t want to talk things out, huh? Fine by me. Then let’s skip to the part where I use some... more persuasive methods."

Even through the mask, the bloodthirsty glint in Pyrrha’s eyes could be felt. He was relishing this.

And then—

SWOOSH!!

Pyrrha disappeared again, melting into the blood mist without a trace.

"Where’d he go?! Where is he?!"

Dorisk’s voice broke as panic overtook his bravado.

He wasn’t used to being hunted in his own territory.

Especially not by a lunatic who could vanish into thin air and reappear like a damned wraith.

Kodo and the rest of the scavenger boys were no better. Some were already backing toward the exit, their weapons trembling in hand.

"Th-This prosthetic system... What kind of freak would even wear that?!"

"That’s not just a prosthetic," someone muttered, eyes wide with realization. "That’s something else. That’s some experimental s**t—military grade, corporate black ops—maybe even black market Arasaka tech!"

Dorisk’s mind raced.

This was all David’s fault. That guy from the ’Qin’ team.

He had warned them. He had said Pyrrha was special.

But no one took it seriously.

And now here they were—being toyed with like puppets by a single man.

SWISH—!

A blade sliced through the air.

One scavenger suddenly dropped to his knees, eyes bulging, throat cut clean open before anyone could even scream.

"He’s here!!"

Gunfire erupted again, but it was pointless.

Pyrrha wasn’t standing still. He was moving like a phantom, a red shadow slicing through the mist.

Every few seconds, another scavenger fell. Sometimes a gurgle. Sometimes just a dull thud.

Panic turned into desperation.

Dorisk backed up until he hit the wall. He fumbled for his communicator, hands soaked with cold sweat.

"Call backup!! CALL—"

"No point," Pyrrha’s voice whispered beside him again. "No one’s coming."

"GET AWAY FROM ME—!!"

Dorisk swung his pistol wildly again—

But Pyrrha caught his wrist mid-swing.

Crunch—!

With a simple twist, Pyrrha shattered the bones in Dorisk’s arm. The pistol fell to the ground with a clatter.

Dorisk screamed and dropped to one knee.

"You know," Pyrrha said, crouching beside him, his voice a quiet growl. "David told me to spare you if you talked. But since you didn’t want to do that..."

He raised his arm.

Blades gleamed along his prosthetic fingertips.

"...now we’ll talk with steel."

Meanwhile, Outside the Base...

A scavenger on the perimeter watchtower saw flickering lights from inside and raised his comm device.

But before he could call for help, a throwing knife embedded itself in his throat.

He gurgled and dropped silently.

One by one, Pyrrha was eliminating every witness, every possible leak.

David’s plan wasn’t just for infiltration. It was for complete annihilation.

And Pyrrha was carrying it out with surgical precision.

Back inside, the last scavenger tried to crawl across the floor, leaving a trail of blood.

"Please... please don’t kill me... I didn’t say anything... I didn’t shoot..."

Pyrrha walked over slowly, looming above him like a crimson demon.

"Congratulations," he said. "You’ll be the one left to spread the story."

The man looked up, tears of relief in his eyes—

Only for Pyrrha to slam his fist into his gut, knocking him out cold.

[Mission Log Update: Source Plan - Destruction Complete]

Combat Evaluation: 97.3% Efficiency

Witness Remaining: 1

Pyrrha stood amidst the wreckage—blood, steel, fire—and slowly deactivated the armor’s stealth mode.

He looked at his gauntlets, admiring the intricate lines of power running through the surface.

"Thanks, David."

"This armor... It’s fking awesome."**

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