I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [46]
Added 2025-01-09 01:16:04 +0000 UTCOne hour after the live broadcast ended.
Accelerator soared through the skies, his black-and-white particle wings radiating an otherworldly glow as they propelled him at Mach 10. His speed, surpassing any known human-made vehicle, rendered America’s vast expanse trivial to cross.
His destination: the Neumann family’s safehouse, the refuge of the 13th seat of the American Committee.
The safehouse was a sprawling estate guarded by a private army owned by the Neumann family’s security firm. The troops were well-trained, equipped with cutting-edge international weaponry, including state-of-the-art tanks and attack helicopters.
But none of this mattered to Accelerator.
His wings pulsed with devastating power, and his supersonic low-altitude flight obliterated everything in its path.
With just a few passes, the entire Neumann estate—along with its forces—was reduced to rubble.
In this overwhelming display of violence, no member of the Neumann family could escape.
For Accelerator, the destruction came effortlessly. He even held his phone in one hand, continuing to livestream his actions to the world.
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Two hours after the broadcast.
Accelerator arrived at the safehouse of the 12th seat, the Clay family. As one of America’s largest real estate moguls, their defenses were noticeably weaker than the Neumann family’s militarized force.
Finding their safehouse buried 300 meters underground, Accelerator executed their punishment live on camera with little effort.
Next was the 11th seat, the Afield family. While their private forces were unimpressive, what caught Accelerator off guard was their use of a small squad of espers.
Although these espers’ abilities were feeble compared to his—barely achieving practical Level 3—their presence enraged him further.
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Three hours after the broadcast.
Accelerator systematically dismantled the remaining families:
The 10th seat, the Akat family, an energy tycoon.
The 9th seat, the Vitrevi family, a media conglomerate.
The 8th seat, the Saintville family, an arms dealer.
The 7th seat, the Leis family.
The 6th seat, the Montrevi family.
The 5th seat, the Yang family.
The 4th seat, the Arquez family.
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Four hours after the broadcast.
Accelerator reached the skyscraper safehouse of the 3rd seat, the Saint-Orte family.
As leaders in the military and intelligence sectors, the Saint-Orte family possessed far greater firepower than the previous nine families. By this time, they had also analyzed Accelerator’s movements and prepared accordingly.
Inside the Saint-Orte Nuclear Bunker
In the fortified bunker, current patriarch Sylrin Saint-Orte stared at his aged father, his lips trembling with fear.
Although Sylrin was a decorated general who had participated in countless wars and viewed human lives as mere numbers, facing his own mortality brought him to his knees.
“Is this really necessary?” Sylrin questioned, his voice shaky as he looked at the elderly Saint-Orte. For the first time in his life, he doubted his father.
Old Saint-Orte, over 90 years old and his face as wrinkled as tree bark, grinned wickedly.
“My son, this is the way the Saint-Orte family has always lived. What are you afraid of? Our family fought in the first, second, third, and fourth Enemy of Humanity crises.”
“We’ve killed A+ espers, even S-class espers. We’ve faced and defeated them all. Don’t be afraid. This battle will be no different.”
The elder spoke with authority, his voice steady despite the chaos.
“As a Saint-Orte, when it is our time to make sacrifices, we do not hesitate.”
“Do you remember the fourth Enemy of Humanity, Professor Tesla? He was the strongest we’ve ever faced—the greatest electrical esper, wielding power over the world’s lightning and electromagnetic fields. He could materialize as lightning, disappear into electromagnetic waves, and manipulate the Earth’s magnetic poles to threaten humanity itself.”
“He was the only recorded S+ esper in history, yet our family defeated him. If Tesla could fall, so too will this Accelerator.”
Sylrin froze. “You’re planning to…?”
“This bunker contains a 1-megaton nuclear warhead,” Old Saint-Orte declared proudly. “When Accelerator comes, we’ll detonate it. We are the bait. Tesla fell to a similar strike, and so will he.”
“My brother—the former Saint-Orte patriarch—sacrificed himself this way to destroy the last Enemy of Humanity. I, his second-in-command, witnessed humanity’s triumph firsthand.”
“Today, it is our turn to die for the cause.”
“But... but…” Sylrin collapsed to the ground, trembling. “You… you could find someone else to be the bait! It doesn’t have to be me!”
“You’re pathetic,” Old Saint-Orte sneered. “When your heart stops, the signal will trigger the warhead. Until then, sit here and wait for your end. I’ll meet this Enemy of Humanity myself.”
The old man turned and exited the room, sealing the bunker behind him.
The main hall had been transformed into a military command center, where streams of intelligence reports converged.
Upon Old Saint-Orte’s arrival, an aide approached him with an update.
“Accelerator is heading toward us at speeds between Mach 10 and Mach 12. His abilities suggest he’s an S-class telekinetic. So far, no weaknesses have been identified.”
“Hmph. S-class espers are always the same—perfect monsters. But even monsters have one fatal flaw: arrogance. This Accelerator will be no exception,” Old Saint-Orte muttered.
Just as he was about to continue, a blinding white light pierced through the hall, tearing through the heavily fortified estate in an instant.
“This...” was all he managed to say.
Another beam of scorching brilliance followed, obliterating everything—himself, the hall, and every structure behind it.
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T/N: sooo what was he saying?
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