Chapter 226 Perspective of the Strong
Trinity lay on the ground, completely drained. She watched in horror as the scene unfolded, shattering her image of Elbert. He had been her beacon of light, but now he was a demon.
The shock seared her soul. Her heart ached for the children, but she couldn't understand Elbert's cold, calculated brutality. It terrified her.
Elbert moved through the cries of the modified humans, his face emotionless as he burned them one by one.
Did he have some switch to turn off compassion and embrace such ruthlessness?
Despite her fear, Trinity felt a jolt of awe at his power. The gene limiter, meant to incapacitate, had no effect on him. He moved with devastating force, reducing the modified humans—each a formidable opponent—to whimpering heaps. It wasn't a fight; it was a massacre.
Something within Trinity broke. The dream she clung to shattered. Elbert wasn't the man she thought she knew. Paul Two, Paul Three—it was all a facade hiding his terrifying power. A power that crushed all opposition.
Officer Reed's words about the Veridiania god echoed in her mind—the one who defeated twenty-six A-level modified humans in an hour and the one who crushed Invictus and Chain Bridge.
A memory surfaced: the man, who was on the street with a metal baseball bat and did handstand push-ups before the Veridiania statue, greeted Elbert with a knowing nod.
It hit her like a blow. Elbert was the Veridiania god. The figure who stood above all modified humans. The protector of Veridiania.
The realization was staggering. She had been living a lie, blinded by her assumptions. No wonder her investigation went so smoothly—she had the unwitting help of a god.
But that god was now a demon, his eyes blazing with fury.
He walked towards her, a crimson figure emerging from the smoke. Instinctively, she shrank back, but her body wouldn't move.
Elbert stopped before her and gently lifted her. Her mind raced with chaotic thoughts and emotions.
"You don't understand, do you?" His voice was low, devoid of warmth.
Trinity could only nod stiffly.
His gaze sharpened. "That's because you're still too weak."
The words hit her like a blow. A thousand thoughts whirled in her mind, each more confusing than the last. She sensed a deeper meaning behind his words, a truth she couldn't grasp.
Elbert kept walking, eyes fixed on some distant point. "If you're weak, you'd just think of running when faced with such evil."
"If you're strong, you'd think of fighting, doing whatever it takes to defeat the evil, bring peace, and avenge the dead."
"But..." He paused, voice dropping to a whisper. "If you're truly powerful, so powerful that these people are like ants to you, you'd have no such qualms."
"You'd think only of crushing them, unleashing your fury." He turned to her, eyes burning with intensity. "So what if it's cruel? Their evil is unbearable. I make them suffer for eternity. Who are they to judge me? Do you feel guilty for swatting a mosquito? They're less than that to me."
An aura of power radiated from him, a wave of disdain encompassing everything. In that moment, Trinity thought she understood. This was the perspective of the truly powerful, the untouchable. Why bother with restraint when you could erase any threat with a thought? Why hold back anger when there were no consequences? It was a feeling the weak could never comprehend.
She watched, dazed, as Elbert reached the end of the facility. A towering steel wall stood before them, its thick metal rivets a testament to its strength.
He raised his foot.
The ground shuddered. Dust and debris rained down as his foot connected with the steel, leaving a gaping dent. But the wall held.
Elbert frowned, tightening his grip on Trinity's arm. He gathered his strength and kicked again.
The office shook violently, throwing Professor Scott from his chair. Fear contorted his features as he stared at the twisted metal. The wall, nearly two feet thick, was caving in.
"Impossible! He breached the outer defenses? Are all my men dead?" Panic choked his voice. He scrambled for the pistol in his desk drawer, his hand shaking so violently he could barely aim.
"This doesn't make sense! The limiter is active! Is it an army?" He turned to the three remaining modified humans, his voice shrill with terror. "Protect me! Now!"
But their faces were pale. If ten of their companions, aided by the genne limiter, couldn't stop this intruder, what hope did they have?
The ground lurched again as Elbert's second kick, delivered with fifty percent of his strength, slammed into the steel wall. Rivets ripped free, turning into deadly projectiles that ricocheted around the room.
Then, with a deafening roar, the wall gave way.
Framed against a backdrop of fire and twisted metal stood Elbert, his right eye blazing with an infernal light. He held Trinity in his arms, a crimson angel from a nightmare.
The gates of hell had opened, and a demon walked among them.
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