074, Death of Abomination!

Every inch of Abomination's flesh was evaporating continuously.

Even the heavy bone plates covering its chest couldn't withstand the dreadful disintegration caused by the green beam.

One by one, ribs wrapped in glistening green light crumbled and vanished,

fully exposing a massive, violently beating heart!

At the same time,

its thick legs were struck by multiple green beams,

vaporizing the flesh and quickly melting the bones,

causing Abomination's massive frame to lose all support in an instant,

toppling backward like a decayed tree!

Boom—

The broken body collapsed heavily to the ground,

sending up clouds of dust and scattering green atoms everywhere.

At this moment, Abomination's limbs had separated from the shattered body and dissipated completely.

Only a pale head, partially connected by a section of neck,

and that enormous, still-beating heart in the open air,

were evidence that it was still alive.

In utter horror and confusion, Abomination struggled to scream and question,

but below its neck,

the spreading green light disintegrated its vocal cords and windpipe,

rendering it mute.

All that remained was frantic, struggling breaths.

In darkness, Abomination twisted its broken body,

sensing vibrations on the ground with parts of its skin on its back.

It suddenly realized, in despair,

that the figure who had so easily destroyed its mighty body was slowly approaching.

Squelch—

Moments later, an icy, piercing metal blade plunged into the still-beating heart.

In the now silent street,

Zaire raised his Gauss Blaster,

withdrew the bayonet from Abomination's heart,

and aimed the muzzle once again at the giant, gradually cooling corpse, pulling the trigger.

Whoosh—

A torrent of terrifying green light engulfed everything in sight,

melting even a thick layer of ground beneath it.

In an instant, green atoms drifted and ascended, dissolving into the air.

Click—

Zaire, clad in Kasha-sheen carapace armor, suddenly stopped shooting.

He raised his helmeted head,

gazing toward the end of the street.

A line of tardy police cars and military Humvees arrived.

A cold snort escaped from within the helmet.

"Hmph..."

Zaire then shouldered his Gauss Blaster,

walking toward the shadows of a nearby building without a backward glance.

Not long after,

as sweaty policemen and fully armed soldiers cautiously passed through the ravaged street and reached the target location,

all they found was a terrifying crater on the ground

and a single, massive toe from the humanoid creature that remained.

They exchanged bewildered glances, at a complete loss.

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An hour later.

Zaire made his way through winding underground passages,

returning to the secret base.

He immediately saw Ironman David awaiting him.

He glanced around but didn't see his aunt.

Setting down the Gauss Blaster,

Zaire removed his helmet and looked at David, asking,

"Where's Auntie?"

 David, seemingly unfazed by Zaire's equipment, turned his metal head,

his eye sockets flashing blue light.

"My lord, your aunt has gone home to rest... I think she had a lot to process today."

Hearing the robot's mechanical voice,

Zaire took a deep breath in silence.

He walked over to the round table in the hall,

casually tossing down his helmet,

and then sat on the metal table with a sigh, saying,

"I didn't want Auntie to know too much... she's just an ordinary person with outdated views. She doesn't need this kind of burden..."

"My lord, if I may interrupt..."

Before he could finish, David stepped forward, his towering metal frame shifting.

His mechanical voice seemed to contain a hint of excitement.

"Your aunt is not as fragile as you imagine..."

"In fact, in your absence, she quickly calmed herself and even tried to communicate with me."

"Although her methods were somewhat clumsy, her respect for me far exceeded that of Miss Jessie's"

"Forgive my presumption, but this is a fact based on data... and I believe you have no reason to worry, especially regarding your aunt."

David's words brought Zaire to silence once again.

His dangling feet swayed unconsciously back and forth.

Minutes later, a slightly weary look flashed in Zaire's eyes as he leapt down from the metal table.

"I think I need to do some serious reflection..."

Without looking back, he headed to the resting area.

Half an hour later,

a freshly cleaned-up Zaire quietly unlocked the door to his home.

He gazed at the pitch-black living room,

hesitated for a moment and refrained from disturbing his aunt.

Zaire returned to his bedroom,

laying on the bed as he scrolled through the news on his phone.

Tonight, the appearance of the murderous creature had thrown New York into panic.

The initial death toll stirred public outrage online,

with people questioning the military, criticizing the federal government,

and mocking billionaire Iron Man for his habit of saving foreigners.

Chaos reigned in the virtual world.

With narrowed eyes, Zaire skimmed through the news,

finding nothing useful.

He tossed the phone aside, planning to get some rest.

As he closed his eyes, he drifted into a hazy state,

feeling as though something was brewing in the depths of his mind...

But before he could grasp this mysterious sensation,

he had completely fallen asleep...

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The next morning,

Zaire, determined to have a heartfelt talk with his aunt,

found himself being comforted by her instead.

She first expressed admiration for his bravery last night

and pride in his growth.

Finally, she revealed an unexpected sentiment—

that no matter what Zaire chose to do in the future,

as family, she would always choose to support and understand him.

If, one day,

everything familiar to her became uncontrollably different,

she would willingly follow Zaire's arrangements.

She wouldn't become an extra burden on him.

In short,

her sincere words left Zaire speechless.

He could only nod silently, contemplating his aunt's future.

Not long after,

Carl called to check in,

and his aunt decided to head to the restaurant and open for business.

Left at home, Zaire had a simple breakfast

and planned to review his studies for exams,

then head to the base to check on Jessica's recovery.

Half an hour later,

as if remembering something,

Zaire hesitated,

then reopened the simulator,

ready to start the next simulation.

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