Chapter 25: Asiimov’s Assault

Noah looked up towards the pitch-black camera that watched him, speaking directly to the Russian Sentinel, “It’s stronger than any other metal on Earth, sure, but I’m stronger than anything else on Earth, too. I guess I was just the superior one.” 

His words drew frustration from the man, clear as day from the grunt that emitted through the intercom before a response. 

“Don’t grow cocky! I expected as much! Here! Taste the power of my ‘Reath Metal’!” Asiimov yelled. 

Coming in through panels in the floor, multiple cybernetically-enhanced beasts showed up: gorillas, lions, and grizzly bears, all seemingly enhanced at a base level from organic augmentations as well. 

There was nothing urgent in his actions as he casually responded to the superpowered beasts, witnessing the colossal gorilla, clad in highly-durable steel, leap towards him before slamming its fists into the ground. 

Amidst the shock wave emitted from the gargantuan blow from the gorilla, Noah stood there, unphased, though the cybernetic silverback would no doubt be an entity that could terrorize an army alone. 

Nonetheless, he simply swiped his sword forward, slicing through the goliath’s torso just as the completely artificial grizzly bear charged him. 

It lunged towards him with its jaws open, though he countered it with a powerful kick, causing it to stumble to the side before he raised his hand. 

“To me, Sung,” he commanded. 

Manifesting at his side, the ‘King of Shadows’ appeared, wielding his azure blade with a malicious look in his amethyst eyes towards the beasts. 

“Handle a few of them, will you? After that, you can take your leave,” Noah requested. 

Sung complied as he strolled forward with his mystical greatsword in hand, “Sure thing.” 

As the massive, metallic grizzly that was a few times the normal size of such a beast threw itself back onto its feet, roaring out a distorted, robotic howl, it rushed towards Sung Hyeon. 

With a flick of his wrist, Sung summoned an array of daggers that were manipulated through his will, piercing through the durable hide of the beast with little effort. 

“Ifrit,” Sung said, summoning a familiar of his own. 

Born from shadows, a knight clad in darkness with a fiery, crimson essence seeping through the grooves in his pitch-black, ethereal armor came, bursting forward with flames in his step before wrapping multiple of the cybernetic beasts within chains of mystical heat. 

Intertwined rings of fire burned through the mysterious ‘Reath’ metal, bisecting the beasts caught in its hold. 

“What?!” Asiimov called through the intercom. 

‘It makes no sense!’ Asiimov thought, ‘He simply surpasses logic! Where are his limits?!’ 

It only took a few moments for Sung to complete his mission of handling ‘a few’, taking his leave no moment after. 

“Nice work. You can leave,” Noah said. 

Sung didn’t respond, only nodding before dissipating back into magical pollen, transported back to the state he was in before. 

Deciding to wrap up the show himself, Noah raised his hand, invoking a malevolence, bleak spell that stifled the theatrics as he grew bored of the lowly beasts. 

[“Slice And Dice”]

It was a conceptual enforcement of his own blade’s sharpness, causing the vicinity of the chamber to be interlaced with the very idea of [“Vanta Black”] being swung. 

The result of this spell was an air of darkness swirling around him, exuding an atmosphere of dread, slicing through the cybernetic beasts like butter, leaving them as sparking mincemeat. 

Slices cut through pipes and pillars, cutting into the sturdy walls and flooring of the chamber as well. 

In his secluded chamber, Asiimov was led stunned; a middle-aged, snowy-haired man wearing an all-white coat watched from multiple angles what the possessor of the Creator’s Grimoire System had done. 

“...I see it now,” Asiimov mumbled to himself, “...This man, Noah Grays, he is an anomaly among anomalies. For the future of mankind, its prosperity and safety, I must deal with him, here and now, before he grows further…!” 

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Left without any further words from the Sentinel member, Noah was surprised to find the barricades that were meant to keep him contained in the room were naturally let down, allowing him to move on. 

‘Guess he gave up on that? At least he’s not stubborn,’ he thought. 

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There was no sense of worry held by Noah as he strolled through the secretive research facility, almost treating it like an eventful outing and nothing more. 

Multiple sets of footsteps sounded out, coming from both in front of him and behind, bringing him to a stop as he found more Sentinel soldiers arriving to cut him off. 

“Come on. Are you that desperate that you’re throwing meat shields at me now?” Noah sighed out. 

Before even a single bullet could leave the barrel of the trigger-pulled weapons, Noah countered with dark magic, invoking what resembled spider-woven threads of darkness. 

[“Soul Weaver”] 

Utilizing the threads, he whipped them around, ensnaring the soldiers and wrapping the pitch-black threads around their bodies, siphoning their life essence as he caught them. 

[Experience: + 5] 

[Mana partially replenished.]

Draining the others of their life, he turned to those left, finishing them as he dashed through the tunnel like a bolt of lightning, zapping through them.

[“Absolute Enhancement: Electro”] 

[Experience: + 5]

Constructing from the ceiling, another turret dropped down in front of him, this time not spewing bullets but igniting before sending a tunnel of flames in his direction. 

“Really?” He said with a raised eyebrow. 

It was simply enough to stop with one hand as he brought into reality a spell to stifle the incoming inferno: [“Heat Negation”]

Annihilating it from the very core of its essence, he snapped his fingers to invoke the magecraft, whisking the flames away into nothing more than embers that crumbled in the stagnate, underground air. 

“Seriously, Asiimov? Don’t tell me you’re that desperate,” he spoke to whatever cameras were observing him in the tunnel. 

Suddenly, the floor he was standing on gave out, sliding out from beneath him as he began plummeting downward through a series of dark tunnels. 

“--!” Noah looked up. 

The howling laughter of Asiimov met his ears through the intercom, “Did you really think some fire was my trump card? Do you take me for a caveman?! Eat your heart out in the depths!” 

As he fell downward, he activated [“Levitation”] to try and go back up, however, an array of turrets, grenades, and weapons carrying unknown feats of tech–spewing sound waves and lasers, shot against him from above, keeping him down. 

Asiimov’s voice echoed through the intercoms, “For the future of mankind, we must overcome you! You’re an evil that must be purged! Before you topple what has been established, before you hurt more people, the Sentinels will stop you, Noah Grays!” 

He was unable to get a word out as he was repeatedly slammed into with missiles while simultaneously being shot down by powerful shock waves that sent tremors through the vast tunnels. 

“Ngh–!” He winced, gritting his teeth. 

Due to the mixture of sound waves ringing through his ears and a constant barrage of anti-tank weaponry, explosives, and gasses being used in tandem, he was unable to properly orientate his mind, resulting in the inability to conjure a counterspell to the assault. 

‘I can’t…focus!’ He thought. 

“Do you feel it?! This is the development–the progress, the ingenuity of mankind! This is the sacrifice my soldiers, my comrades, have made!  It is not my achievement alone, but also those who came before me! You, arrogant child, wish to topple it all for the sake of your own hedonism?!” Asiimov’s voice boomed through the intercom. 

After an entire minute of the endless barrage of technological might, he finally fell through the end of the tunnel, finding himself plummeting down into a vast, empty room that stretched far-and-wide, housing steel and the smell of sewage. 

“...Huff…” He breathed out. 

His clothes were left in tatters; bruises and cuts that drew blood were etched onto his body–meager wounds for such an assault, yet the Sentinel of Scientific Development felt hope in this sight. 

‘If he can bleed, he can be beaten,’ Asiimov thought. 

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