Chapter 90: THE CORRUPT DIRECTORS’ DEMISE

The oppressive, airtight, and heavy atmosphere on Level 40 of the subterranean Class S Bunker vibrated with a low, agonizing frequency that rattled the metallic fixtures inside the walls.

Behind the thirty foot, multi layered adamantine blast doors, thirty high ranking Association Directors, Vice President Marcus, and a dozen senior logistics chiefs cowered helplessly around the high mahogany conference table. The ambient air temperature inside the central command room was dropping rapidly toward sub zero levels, turning their frantic, shallow gasps into visible plumes of thick white frost. Red emergency lights flickered erratically across the ceiling, casting long, grotesque shadows across metallic walls lined with top secret surveillance monitors that were now dead, shattered, and filled with blinding static.

CLANG... CLANG... CLANG...

Heavy, rhythmic, and unhurried footsteps echoed from the other side of the adamantine door. Each step sent a physical shockwave through the solid steel floorplates that vibrated violently up into the knees of the terrified directors.

"I It’s him..." Vice President Marcus whimpered, his back pressed tight against the cold wall, clutching a gold plated spatial pistol in his trembling, sweat slick hand. "He broke through thirty floors of reinforced adamantine armor and three hundred automated Cocytus golems in less than six minutes..."

"Mr. President! Do something!" a senior female Director shrieked hysterically, tears smearing her heavy makeup as she looked pleadingly toward the high central dais. "Use the internal orbital defense grid! Call the foreign embassies! Activate the international emergency protocol! We can grant him half of the national hunter budget! We can give him full immunity!"

President James sat completely motionless on his high leather seat, his face utterly devoid of color, his knuckles white as he tightly clutched the velvet lined wooden box containing the ancient, crimson bleeding relic dagger. His dark, sunken eyes stared blankly at the vibrating adamantine door.

"Silence, you pathetic, foolish pigs," James muttered coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth or hope. "He didn’t come down into this bunker for money, political titles, or immunity. He came to burn the garden we built."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A colossal kinetic explosion detonated directly against the absolute center of the thirty foot adamantine blast door!

The multi ton metal gates didn’t merely bend; they violently split down the middle, the massive titanium locking bolts snapping with deafening metallic cracks that shattered every glass fixture across the room! The heavy blast doors burst inward, crashing onto the polished floor of the command room like falling monoliths, crushing three high tech security consoles into flattened scrap metal in an instant.

Thick, midnight black Monarch miasma billowed into the room like an overflowing river of dark, toxic ink, completely blotting out the red emergency lights.

Through the lingering dust and smoke, Renan walked slowly into the grand command chamber. His long black Monarch coat billowed gently around his leather boots. The golden Monarch runes etched deep across his forearms, neck, and chest pulsed with an absolute, godlike radiance, emanating the crushing, unyielding physical density of his 42,000 physical stat points.

Flanking him on either side were Shadow Commander Godfrey and Shadow Commander Katarina, their dark phantom armors leaking dark void energy that distorted the ambient light around them.

The thirty Directors instantly fell to their knees, some weeping hysterically, others clutching their chests in pure agony as the suffocating physical weight of Renan’s aura slammed down onto them like a mountain of lead.

"R Renan... Please! Have mercy!" Vice President Marcus stammered, dropping his gold plated spatial pistol to the floor as he crawled forward on his hands and knees, his arms raised in desperate surrender. "We were only following orders! It was President James! James arranged the dark market core harvesting! He authorized the illegal hunter experiments in Sector 4! We just signed the paperwork! Spare us, and we will turn over every secret asset, offshore account, and guild contract of the Association to you!"

Renan stopped five paces from Marcus. He looked down at the Vice President with cold, glowing golden eyes that showed no warmth, no anger, and no mercy only absolute indifference.

"You signed the paperwork that declared low tier hunters as expandable livestock," Renan said softly, his layered, double toned voice chilling the air inside the room to absolute zero. "You stamped your official approval on black market auctions, profited from illegal dungeon experiments, and systematically covered up the deaths of hundreds of innocent hunters in deep gates."

Renan slowly drew his dark Monarch blade from its obsidian sheath with a crisp metallic slide.

"You are not victims of James," Renan whispered, his golden eyes narrowing. "You are the very foundation of his corruption."

"NO PLEASE SPARE ME !"

SWOOSH CRUNCH!

Renan executed a single, casual horizontal sweep with his dark blade. A razor thin arc of golden black Monarch mana sliced through the air with supersonic speed!

In a fraction of a microsecond, Vice President Marcus and eight senior Directors kneeling beside him were decapitated, their severed heads rolling across the blood stained floor as their lifeless bodies slumped forward!

[Absolute Extraction System Log]

Targets: Vice President Marcus & 8 Association Directors

Extracting Corrupted Mana Cores...

Stat Gain: +500 Physical Stats | +1,000 Mana Capacity

[New Permanent Physical Stat Total: 42,500 Points!]

Panic erupted among the remaining twenty Directors as dark, swirling shadow pools expanded beneath the fallen bodies, pulling their souls down into the void to be restructured into Shadow Servants.

"Kill the rest," Renan commanded impassively, turning his back on the screaming Directors as he looked up toward the high central dais.

"BY YOUR ABSOLUTE WILL, MY SOVEREIGN!"

Shadow Commander Godfrey and Shadow Commander Katarina stepped forward like dark reapers of death. Godfrey pierced through three Directors with his phantom spear in a single thrust, while Katarina’s seven orbital blade rings spun through the room like razor sharp discs of dark energy, systematically executing every remaining Director within ten seconds of brutal, clinical efficiency.

The grand command chamber of the Hunter Association, once the supreme throne of human authority in the nation, was now a silent, blood soaked graveyard.

Renan walked slowly up the marble stairs of the central dais, his boots stepping through pools of blood, stopping five paces from the high leather chair where President James sat alone amidst the dead bodies of his council.

"Your directors are dead, James," Renan said softly, pointing the sharp tip of his dark blade straight at James’s chest, his golden eyes glowing with absolute authority. "Your Association is gone. Your reign is over."

President James slowly looked up, a wild, unhinged, and manic smile curling his pale lips as he opened the wooden box on his lap, lifting the ancient, crimson bleeding relic dagger high into the air.

"The Association was just a political tool, Renan," James rasped, his dark eyes burning with frantic madness as he pointed the jagged relic blade directly at his own heart. "You forced my hand... Now witness the true, horrific power of the Ancient Ones!"