Sector 4A's Police Department. 01:10 AM.

  His steps were precise and calculated. His face was hidden behind the cloak. It did its job, just like he intended to do his.

  Heavy rain poured as he walked toward a single destination. Since the military took control, the city no longer had one police department. It had ten, each with a different purpose. Only one, however, could store a giant helicopter in its hangar.

  Sector 4A, northwest of the city, housed the largest police department in the entire region. It was heavily protected. The resistance had attacked it multiple times before. But could they hold against him?

  Under the floodlights, The Reaper stopped in front of the building. Rain slid down his black armor. His blue eyes glowed in the darkness.

  Two officers at the entrance exchanged looks and approached him.

  “Your arm. Now,” one officer said, raising a laser scanner.

  The other stayed alert, eyes locked on him.

  The Reaper did not move. Calculations flooded his HUD. His power caused overheating. Efficiency mattered.

  “Your arm! Are you glitched?” the officer snapped.

  The Reaper spoke slowly, his voice cold.

  “Weaklings.”

  “What?”

  “He lost it!”

  They aimed at him point blank. “Drop to the ground!”

  Sonic weapons were already drawn.

  “Perfect.”

  The Reaper raised his hands.

  The officers lifted into the air, screaming. Their weapons were pulled toward his sensors. He seized one and aimed it back at them.

  VEOM.

  The weapon was never meant to sound like that. He amplified its frequency using gravity control. Invisible forces bent to his will.

  The officers exploded from the inside. Blood poured from their mouths. The pressure filled their bodies, leaving no space for organs to exist.

  Their corpses hit the asphalt. Rain washed the blood across the road.

  He stepped toward the entrance.

  The earlier shouting had triggered the security system. A full squad lined up inside, armed with heavier weapons.

  “This is your last chance! Drop your weapon now!” the captain shouted.

  The Reaper aimed at him.

  They opened fire instantly.

  Bullets froze in midair. Sonic waves vanished before reaching him.

  How do you fight an invisible force?

  The officers trembled. One of them whispered, horrified,

  “It’s him… the rumor was true.”

  The captain turned. “What do you mean?”

  “Project RP.02! The military—”

  VEOM.

  The man exploded, splashing red across nearby officers and walls.

  Shock froze the rest.

  “That was a flattering introduction,” the Reaper said calmly. “But no time to waste.”

  He turned the suspended bullets toward their owners. His hand shaped like a gun.

  “Release.”

  The bullets launched in every direction.

  Bodies collapsed instantly. No screams. No resistance. Their vests shattered under impact. The bullets moved faster than any firearm.

  “Pathetic.”

  He entered the department.

  THERMAL LIMIT 25%

  Four officers rushed him.

  One gesture.

  They slammed into the wall, pinned by crushing pressure. Breathing became impossible.

  He walked closer.

  “Where is she?”

  “W-Who?” one officer managed to say.

  “Useless.”

  He clenched his fist.

  The white wall turned red.

  The receptionist stood frozen, mouth open. A black, nearly two-meter-tall android stood before her. Blue eyes glowing. Exo-suited officers crushed, then erased.

  “Direct me to the police chief’s office,” the Reaper said calmly.

  Internal alarms tried to engage, then died mid-pulse as the pressure crushed the speakers.

  They reached the chief's office.

  “Knock,” Reaper said.

  Her hand moved before her mind did and entered the room.

  Inside, the chief was unaware. No reports had come in. No alarms. Death had arrived silently.

  “When did I let you in?” he said into his tablet. “I’m in an important call. Resume the report later.”

  “Sir,” she whispered, shaking, “you’re making him angry.”

  “What are you talking about?” he frowned.

  The door exploded inward.

  A massive dark silhouette filled the room. Blue eyes burned. A sonic weapon in one hand. The other aimed directly at him.

  “Circumstances did not allow for notice,” the Reaper said.

  The chief’s face drained of color.

  The woman ran out barely holding herself.

  The Reaper advanced, footsteps heavy and deliberate.

  “Good evening, Mr. Silvester. You appear to be doing well.”

  Cold. Absolute.

  “H-How did you get my—”

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  “I will spare your life on one condition,” the Reaper said evenly. “Today, you seized someone who was never yours. I have come to reclaim what you stole.”

  “Yes! Yes, of course!” His hands trembled over the keyboard. “Just give me the name!”

  “She is a robot.”

  “…That’s a problem,” the chief swallowed. “Detained robots fall under military authority. If it—”

  “She.”

  “S-Sorry! If she was marked important, they transfer them to the abandoned prison island.” His hand slipped under the desk.

  The Reaper lifted the hidden weapon into the air without looking at it.

  “Why there?” he asked.

  The chief broke.

  “They torture free AI units there! Rehabilitation, interrogation, extraction!”

  His voice cracked. “Some newer models can’t be hacked. If they don’t respond, they’re crushed for data. If that fails… they’re destroyed. Publicly.”

  The Reaper froze.

  The simulation refused to proceed.

  Shelly. Shot. Public execution.

  'No.'

  “The location,” he said. “Now.”

  The chief typed the coordinates and handed them over.

  The Reaper noticed the active video call on the tablet. He pulled it closer.

  A familiar face stared back.

  “Sebastian Tamer,” the Reaper said quietly. “We will meet again.”

  He threw the tablet aside and leaped through the window.

  The chief did not move.

  ‘Sector 4A lockdown initiated.’

  Drones converged on Sector 4A, too late. He was already on the coast

  He leaped through the city. One jump carried him hundreds of meters forward. His gravity control was fully focused. His mind held only one thought. Saving Shelly.

  He landed at the bridge leading to the abandoned island. Metromania had three bridges. This one had once been a prison. The first official mission of the E-UNIT took place here.

  He began crossing the bridge. His steps were heavy. His walk was mechanical. Yet his memory replayed only one thing. The screams of pain. The shells. Echoing endlessly inside his head.

  The military responded immediately. These were not police officers. These were trained soldiers equipped with heavy weaponry. If they had truly been effective, the Reaper would not exist.

  He stopped meters away from the first checkpoint. The wind pulled at his cloak. He refused to remove it.

  “I will grant you a chance to run,” Reaper said, his voice low and final. “I do not waste time. Your survival depends on your choices.”

  They opened fire. Not in refusal. In fear.

  Reports from the police chief had already labeled the police department a butchered zone.

  This time, they used laser rifles. Limited ammunition, but effective in most cases. Most.

  GRAVITY MODE: MOON PHASE

  As the Reaper spoke, he began to float slowly. The soldiers, their weapons, the concrete barricades, everything within reach lifted from the ground.

  Weapons turned toward their owners. The soldiers struggled, unable to move. They spun helplessly in the air, screaming.

  “I granted you a chance.”

  VEOOOM.

  Reaper forcibly squeezes triggers using gravity, the laser rifles fired simultaneously. Continuous beams tore through the trapped soldiers. They could not react. They were pinned in the third dimension. The Y axis.

  Their lifeless bodies dropped onto the asphalt.

  The Reaper drifted forward across the bridge. Weapons hovered above his head, primed to fire.

  At the midpoint, armored trucks rolled out. Soldiers inside fired through reinforced windows.

  Everything froze before reaching him. With gravity alone. It felt like time itself had paused.

  Rockets followed. None broke through. Nothing escaped gravity. Nothing escaped physics.

  When ammunition ran dry, the trucks accelerated. A final attempt to ram him. He was not far above the ground.

  Suddenly, the Reaper scrolled through his arsenal. Horizontally. Calmly. Selecting.

  He chose.

  As the armored vehicles closed in,

  CRAAASH.

  A massive concrete roadblock dropped onto the first truck, crushing it instantly.

  CRACK.

  Another roadblock landed directly in the path of the remaining two. They slammed into it at full speed. One vehicle tore through the railing and fell from the bridge, plunging into the salt waters of the Maridian Sea.

  The survivors crawled out. Broken limbs. Screams. Pain everywhere.

  As four soldiers barely lifted their heads, the Reaper hovered above them.

  Sonic weapons and laser rifles locked onto each target.

  “Justify your continued existence.”

  They could not speak. Words refused to form. A towering android. Floating weapons. A voice that carried judgment itself.

  One soldier found the courage.

  “S-She is in the highest level. They are planning to execute her in an hour.”

  The guns shifted away.

  The Reaper looked at him one last time.

  “All of this was avoidable,” he said calmly. “Yet you march toward an inevitable end.”

  He continued forward.

  The lit windows of the abandoned prison revealed chaos inside. He did not care. His arsenal grew as he harvested more military forces.

  The prison door stood open. The soldiers before him had fled. Fear had done its work.

  He entered.

  Mechs and soldiers blocked the entrance inside.

  The Reaper recognized the models. He had seen them before in stolen E-UNIT footage. These were upgraded.

  “You wage war against his creations using the same tools,” he said. “Hoping for a different end.”

  His aim never wavered.

  “Foolish creatures.”

  The mechs charged. Rockets launched instantly.

  Most were caught by his gravity pull. One slipped through, grazing him.

  He seized control mid-flight, circling the rocket around himself, then returned it to its sender.

  BOOM.

  The mech exploded backward. Nearby soldiers ignited, burning alive, rolling across the floor.

  The remaining units raised advanced sonic rifles. Smaller weapons. Far more devastating.

  The Reaper pulled the final roadblock into place, forming a wall. Shots slammed into it.

  The mechs advanced, closing distance.

  “Release.”

  The captured rockets surged forward.

  More than twelve detonations erased the force entirely.

  The Reaper shielded himself behind the concrete. The shockwave tore through it. When he released the barrier, the concrete had partially evaporated. A massive hole remained.

  He advanced into the facility.

  Each human he passed died to a single bullet.

  A door opened.

  PING.

  A soldier dropped from the vents.

  PING.

  One hid behind a wall. He lifted into the air, forced face to face with the Reaper. Blue eyes burned into his memory.

  “No, please!”

  The Reaper clenched his fist.

  CRACK.

  The man folded inward and collapsed, bleeding out.

  “She pleaded too,” the Reaper said. “And the world ignored her.”

  He reached the final open double doors.

  Shelly.

  She was tied to a chair. Broken. Half-conscious. Plates torn. White metal stained and polluted.

  He rushed to her without hesitation, entering the sonic chamber.

  A metal slab slammed behind him, sealing the exit. They wanted him inside the resonance box.

  As he freed her restraints, she tried to speak. Her voice glitched.

  “No… nono… trappp…”

  He looked up.

  Three men stood behind reinforced glass.

  His systems screamed danger.

  He recognized the scene. Footage from 03’s memory. The moment 02 was destroyed.

  One man was a high-ranking general. He had seen him before. During the Reaper’s creation.

  “It is a waste destroying such a marvelous piece of technology,” General Silver said calmly. “But disobedience is unforgivable.”

  Silver nodded.

  The Reaper pulled Shelly close, covering her entirely, wrapping her with his cloak. Desperation produced fragile solutions.

  The button was pressed.

  The room shook violently. Maximum output.

  Not even Wallmore had reached this level.

  The Reaper’s HUD flickered. He was built for worse.

  He looked down at Shelly. She endured the pain silently. Fighting it so she would not scare him.

  She met his gaze. A sad smile formed.

  The world froze.

  He saw it again. Through 03’s eyes.

  He could not look away.

  02’s smile.

  Shelly’s smile.

  The same.

  The Reaper screamed. He poured maximum output into his powers. Everything in the room lifted, defying the sonic waves. His force canceled theirs.

  The scientist beside Silver turned pale.

  “Impossible.”

  The glass cracked. As they tried to flee, The entire room detonated upward. Bodies vanished as the explosion tore the structure apart. the detonation came from him.

  The Reaper hovered at the center.

  Debris orbited him like moons. Walls. Glass. Weapons.

  He looked down.

  Shelly opened her eyes. Smiling. Alive.

  His eyes turned green.

  CORE: 98% / CPU: 34% (overheat damage imminent)

  Then came the sound.

  Helicopters. Dozens. All sizes. Soldiers aiming from every angle.

  He was surrounded.

  His system refused further output. He began descending slowly.

  “No. Not yet.”

  He pushed harder. Nothing responded.

  Then he remembered. An emergency protocol.

  He lowered his head. Held Shelly tighter.

  “Code Red, initiated.”

  Calm. Cold.

  CODE RED: VOICE AUTH ACCEPTED.

  His eyes turned red.