SSS Awakening : I can Adapt to Everything

Rosh stood in the center of the colossal, vaulted hall, his breath catching in his throat as he mapped the truth of the facility.

Resting in the center of the chamber were two colossal, double-reinforced incubation vats filled with bubbling, bio-luminescent green fluid. Suspended inside them, bound by thousands of thick neural cables, suppression clamps, and white runic chains, were two distinct A-ranked Calamity Lords.

Their massive, terrifying forms lay dormant, and the dark mana inside their cores looked like it has been suppressed, not allowed to move.

However, what truly unsettled Rosh were the secondary units flanking the main hall. Positioned neatly along both sides of the vaulted room were six additional cylindrical glass vats—three on the left and three on the right. These smaller tanks were filled with a thick, murky, pale-violet liquid. Suspended within the bubbling fluid were small, grotesquely mutated beast embryos.

They were still in the active process of being bio-engineered, their translucent skin twitching as complex gene-sequencing arrays continuously pumped refined mana directly into their developing cores.

The humans were trying to artificialize them, cultivating new abominations from the harvested genetic material of Rilth’s apex predators.

"How did you open this hall?"

The voice came without a single warning. It was flat and remarkably quiet.

Before Rosh could even process the words, a catastrophic, earth-shattering pressure violently slammed down onto his shoulders.

CRACK!

The reinforced steel floorboards beneath Rosh’s boots instantly buckled under the sudden, invisible weight. His knees tensed, his joints popping under the brutal atmospheric compression, and his eyes widened to massive, trembling circles.

Rosh slowly, agonizingly turned his head to look over his shoulder.

Standing less than ten feet away, leaning casually against a thick steel support beam, was a man. He looked startlingly young—appearing no older than his late twenties—with unkempt auburn hair lightly plastered to his forehead.

He wore a tailored brown formal coat over a dark utility suit. Yet, despite his boyish, casual appearance, his brown eyes carried a cold, ancient gravity.

Rosh gulped hard, a single bead of cold sweat trailing down his pale cheek.

His survival instincts were screaming at him. The human standing before him was strong. In fact, he was terrifyingly, incomprehensibly stronger than Rosh himself.

A bitter, burning humiliation flared deep within Rosh’s chest. Rosh had been thrust into the brutal, relentless cycle of killing and ranking up since he was a mere three-year-old child in the unforgiving wastes of Rilth.

He had clawed his way through thousands of corpses, bled through countless battles, and forged his strength up to the absolute peak of an A-ranked Calamity beast. He was the Overlord, carrying the authority of the space. Yet, standing in front of a plain human dressed in a brown coat, Rosh felt an overwhelming, soul-crushing sense of inferiority.

It irked him to his very core. It made his blood boil with rage.

For a fraction of a second, Rosh considered dropping his plain teenager template, assuming his true starry void form, and tearing the vault apart. But he immediately squashed the urge.

He was trapped miles beneath the earth in a human stronghold. More importantly, he could not, under any circumstances, reveal his spatial authority in front of human authorities. He had been told not to reveal himself.

Rosh relaxed his posture, forcing a innocent tremble into his shoulders as he looked at the auburn-haired man. "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir," Rosh stammered, his voice cracking like a lost civilian. "I was just... I got lost from the maintenance team..."

The auburn-haired man didn’t even blink. His glowing brown eyes remained locked onto Rosh’s face, completely unbothered by the pathetic act. He didn’t offer a single word in response.

Synchronized footsteps suddenly echoed down the metallic corridor behind the auburn-haired man. Three elite Exterminators, clad in sleek armors sprinted into the vaulted hall. They immediately fanned out, their weapons raised in a tight, professional formation.

"What happened, Commander Maddox?" one of the tactical Exterminators asked urgently, his visor flashing as he scanned the room. "Is there a containment breach?!"

Commander Maddox slowly turned his neck to answer his subordinate, his gaze shifting away from Rosh for an infinitesimal microsecond.

’NOW!’

Rosh didn’t hesitate. He didn’t open a portal. Relying purely on the absolute maximum limits of his physical prowess, agility, and close-quarters stealth, Rosh exploded off the steel floorboards.

The floor beneath his feet pulverized into a cloud of metal shrapnel as Rosh transformed into a blurred missile of pure kinetic speed. In less than a millisecond, he closed the ten-foot gap between them. His fingers hardened into razor-sharp talons of raw, compressed muscle, driving a lethal, point-blank thrust straight toward Maddox’s exposed throat.

It was a flawless assassination strike.

Yet, Commander Maddox didn’t even flinch.

Without even turning his head back or activating any talent, Maddox simply raised his right hand. His movement was so casually minimal that it defied the very laws of momentum.

BAM!

Maddox caught Rosh’s lethal strike squarely in the palm of his bare hand.

The resulting kinetic shockwave exploded violently outward. The concussive blast blew the glass displays on the surrounding consoles to pieces and sent a hurricane of loose paper and debris swirling through the hall. Yet, Maddox’s arm didn’t budge a single millimeter. He held Rosh’s hardened hand in an iron vice, his youthful face completely stoic as a thin, brilliant layer of dense white mana coated his skin.

"Protect the vats!" the lead Exterminator shouted frantically from behind. The three tactical operatives immediately rushed to position themselves in front of the incubation tubes and cloning arrays, raising physical barrier shields to ensure the delicate biological samples weren’t damaged in the crossfire.

"Fast," Maddox noted softly, his voice deadpan as he looked down at the plain-looking teenager. "For such a young boy. Are you from the International corporation?"

Rosh gritted his teeth and tried to free his hand and jump back.

but Maddox didn’t let him, relying on the exact same terrifying brute-force tactics he had used to crush Calamity Lords in past, Maddox simply closed his fist and drove a straight, unadorned left punch into Rosh’s stomach.

Rosh’s eyes bulged. He instinctively shifted his body mid-air, attempting a high-level physical evasion technique to damp the strike. But Maddox’s speed was incomprehensible.

BOOM!

The fist connected. The pure, compressed white mana surrounding Maddox’s knuckles detonated against Rosh’s abdomen with the force of an industrial press. Rosh’s internal organs violently compressed, and he was launched horizontally across the vaulted hall like a cannonball.

He crashed through a reinforced steel monitoring console, shattering the heavy machinery into scrap metal before slamming hard into the concrete wall behind it. Thick, dark blood welled up in Rosh’s throat, spilling from his lips as he slumped to his knees in the rubble.

’I have to run, I have to Run. He is too strong! Maybe the strongest.’

Rosh gritted his teeth, his jaw aching as he forced himself back up. His physical body was screaming in agony. He was an A-ranked powerhouse in raw physical conditioning, yet this human was treating him like a helpless child, effortlessly overpowering him with basic, unpretentious strikes.

"Who sent you?" Maddox asked again stepping through the cloud of dust. He walked with unhurried, measured steps, his hands lazily shoved into the pockets of his coat. The pure white mana swirling around his feet flattened the falling rubble into fine powder before it could even touch his boots. "You’re not from the International Corporation. And you’re certainly not an Exterminator or you would have been dead."

Rosh wiped the dark blood from his chin, his mind working at lightning speed.

He was outmatched. In a pure physical deathmatch without using his true starry form or his spatial skills, he would be pulverized into paste. The three Exterminators were currently distracted, holding up heavy energy shields around the incubation tanks, leaving Maddox as the sole threat directly in front of him.

Maddox raised his right hand, pointing a single finger directly at Rosh’s forehead. A microscopic, swarming bullet of highly compressed white mana began to form at his fingertip—a simple, terrifyingly efficient execution strike.

"Last chance, kid," Maddox said coldly.

This was the split-second moment he needed.

As the blinding white light of the mana bullet flared, casting long, dramatic shadows across the vaulted hall, Rosh used his talent.

With a subtle, imperceptible flick of his index finger concealed behind his back, Rosh opened a microscopic spatial gate directly behind his heels. The tear in reality was pitch-black, light-devouring, and silent.

POP!

The mana bullet left Maddox’s finger, slicing through the air at supersonic speed.

In that exact microsecond, Rosh threw his body backward into the dark void. The spatial tear swallowed him whole, and before Maddox’s attack could strike his chest, the gate forcefully snapped shut with a sharp, implosive hiss.

The white mana bullet slammed harmlessly into the reinforced concrete wall behind the empty space, vaporizing a five-foot crater into the stone.

Silence returned to the vaulted hall.

Maddox slowly lowered his hand, his brown eyes narrowing as he stared at the faint, lingering wisps of energy drifting in the air where the boy had just been standing.

"That wasn’t a human," Maddox whispered, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp rasp that chilled the room. "Lock down this place and launch an investigation on who that boy was."

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