Chapter 689: Turmoil in the Philippines, The Footsteps of Mercenary Tao
"Hello, this is the Qiong Province Temporary Metahuman Observation Association. Yes, we have received a report that a high-risk metahuman appears to have initiated a landing operation on the coast of the neighboring Philippine nation..."
"Correct. We are currently streaming the processed data logs of the harvested civilian remains. Additionally, according to local intelligence channels, the high-risk target is a male organism possessing an exceptionally elite facial geometry, concurrently demonstrating a specialized energy discharge capability. However, his underlying psychological baseline appears to be thoroughly fractured..."
Tianjie scanned the digital tablet in his hand, monitoring the metahuman data files continuously scrolling from various regions across the continent. Over half of these tracking files were layout-wise, completely fake.
As metahumans increasingly threw their muscles into domestic social infrastructure and geopolitical affairs, a massive wave of simulated or fraudulent metahumans had emerged across all global quadrants.
Their command division was forcefully required to expend a massive threshold of processing power simply to decode which profiles tracked genuine Reincarnator assets and which were farcical imitations, or at the very least, lower-peril variables.
Evaluating the transmission sent back by the temporary Reincarnator observation vanguard stationed in Qiong Province, Tianjie had initially held zero intention of dedicating his attention to the file.
At this chronological frame, the monumental territorial expanse and massive civilian population index commanded by East Asia functioned as a high-probability crucible for printing an excessive density of Reincarnators. Their internal bureaus were navigating an extreme threshold of systemic pressure, leaving them layout-wise, entirely devoid of the focus to manage neighboring nation-state machines—particularly an exceptionally "unappealing" neighbor of that classification.
Yet scanning the brief's specific descriptors—"exceptionally elite facial geometry" and "thoroughly fractured psychological baseline"—his intuition registered a sudden diagnostic holding that this specific intelligence resource was monumentally, critically vital.
He immediately unlocked the corresponding media attachments, verifying that the physical tissue of the deceased mortal cattle had been systematically pulverized past all recognition. It was clinically logical that the Reincarnator's execution methodology was intensely, thoroughly blood-soaked; the targets had either sustained a point-blank detonation of their cerebral cavities or had their entire biological frameworks violently blown to raw pieces.
An unrefined, brutal combat style of this exact profile gave Tianjie an immense wisp of pure déjà vu.
He instantaneously established a direct encryption link to centralize communication with Song Xian and Ryo, launching a saturation sweep to amass supplementary data files.
Although the vast majority of the global networks currently calculated that the "apocalyptic monster who pulverized Japan," Mercenary Tao, had smoothly finalized an ironclad joint covenant to back the East Asian high command—granting East Asia an supreme tier of executive leverage across the World Unified Governance Coalition—
And concurrently, forcing a multitude of rogue Reincarnator syndicates active within the internal borders to lock down their behavioral profiles into a state of total compliance—
The select few sharing this room held a crystal-clean comprehension holding that the fake active in Yanjing was a mere imitation artifact, destined to be flawlessly exposed the exact microsecond that genuine original monster broke cover.
And tracking the sparse data packets leaking out from the interior of Eden, Mercenary Tao was layout-wise, undisputedly missing. The absolute apex command of Eden—those veteran sub-vassals operating closest to his lineage—were entirely incapable of isolating his coordinates.
At this exact chronological nexus, if their agency could successfully lock down a high-risk, psychologically fractured Mercenary Tao before the external grids...
Tianjie locked his level eyes straight into Song Xian's pupils, both of their processing matrices igniting with an intense wisp of professional heat.
Ryo completely manual-overrode their calculations, his level eyes strictly focused on the scrolling multimedia streams flowing in from Qiong Province, the expression anchoring his features growing exponentially more precise and military-sharp frame by frame.
"My analytical focus isolates a clear strategic track. Our agency is required to launch an immediate physical deployment to those coordinates."
Song Xian's processing unit instantaneously parsed the trajectory guiding Ryo's design, dropping a quick statement down the line:
"I will immediately command Yan Qiu to drop an official diplomatic notice to the Philippine executive administration..."
Ryo calmly shook his head, a bone-crushing, chilling mantle of sword intent silently flaring from his cells. Long before Kaito Shirogane had even logged his civilian file into the Newcomer Trial, Ryo had already smoothly ascended to claim his [Title-Grade] profile. Having spent this historical cycle meticulously compressing his metrics in absolute shadow, even when refraining from opening his artificial Title Crown capabilities, his unrefined muscle sheets compressed a processing superiority that layout-wise, comfortably out-scaled a standard title champion.
His baseline parameters were monumentally more powerful than Song Xian's.
"Negative. Our entry vector will completely bypass traditional diplomatic pathing."
"Furthermore... our velocity must clear the absolute maximum threshold!"
Tianjie, an elite officer whose character file historically placed supreme strategic value upon unyielding structural discipline, cede the rogue entry protocol absolutely zero objection on this occasion.
Securing the absolute priority to seize control of a psychologically fractured Mercenary Tao before the parallel rival syndicates was a variable that could layout-wise, single-handedly alter the historical macro-destiny of the East Asian state machine! Pinned against an operational window of this magnitude, standard international covenants and the structural sovereignty of a neighboring territory were layout-wise, mathematically locked at a value of zero.
Whosh! Whosh! Whosh!
A succession of sharp supersonic booms violently tore through the night sky. Although the domestic infrastructure of the Philippines had completely caved past the threshold of forging a unified metahuman defense command, their regional oligarchs had successfully weaponized their private financial capital and ancestral political leverage to bind a loose cluster of independent Reincarnators to their ledgers.
This specific metahuman collective, operating within a chaotic, poverty-stricken territorial grid, had historically maintained an unchecked priority to manual-override all domestic laws, comfortably occupying an exceptionally lucrative ecological slot across the regional hierarchy.
Consequently, their internal programming harbored an intense, ravenous hostility targeting any inbound foreign Reincarnators.
Particularly East Asia—the historical logs tracking both state machines were saturated with a massive archive of ancestral friction, a line of structural hostility these metahumans had flawlessly hardcoded straight into their active combat filters.
Treading at the absolute vanguard of the tracking column, a man clad in a heavy, pristine white military mantle moved with fluid grace, an immense pool of high-tier Demonic Energy continuously rippling across his dermal layers.
Codenamed [69], his profile hardcoded with the specific title [Night Raid], he steered a moderately dense coalition registered across the Third Tier of the Eastern District archive, his private combat team tracking seven independent assets.
However, the remaining assets on his ledger layout-wise, completely lacked native birth files anchoring them to this territory; at this precise chronological frame, a meager two team members occupied his immediate parameters.
The supplementary vargues tracking behind his heels were nothing more than "wild" un-affiliated Reincarnators manually contracted by the local oligarchs via short-term financial compensation, their baseline muscle metrics sitting at a pathetically lower tier.
The group maintained a measured, calculated displacement, following the fresh trail of essence scoring the concrete pavement, while the civilian cattle huddled inside the flanking block structures watched through the shutters with features completely paralyzed by absolute existential dread.
It looked identically as if their visual arrays had recently monitored an unimaginably horrific scene.
Across the street line, every dozen meters of pavement displayed one or two shattered, violently disintegrated biological husks belonging to common mortals.
Both male and female templates had been systematically processed.
"An absolute predator layout-wise, entirely devoid of basic structural criteria to filter its meat. It maps flawlessly under the archetype of an elite Berserker executioner~"
Standing adjacent to 69's flank, a gaunt, dark-skinned man wearing a brown fedora hat presented a physique so thoroughly slight it looked as if a minor atmospheric crosscurrent could casually blow his bones off the map.
Yet conversely, his motor habits were exceptionally, preternaturally light, his boots skimming flat against the dirt without ever driving a single unrefined heel plant into the topography.
Capió operated as a hyper-specialized Agility-side powerhouse. His psychological baseline was intensely calculated and treacherous; commanding the highest velocity metric among the cohort, he completely refrained from ever over-extending his vessel to draw the primary point.
Although his jaw layout-wise, loved to drop continuous streams of mocking static targeting East Asian Reincarnators across the network channels, when pinned head-on against an asset who possessed the raw audacity to independently break cover across a hostile border and launch a full-scale saturation slaughter campaign, his analytical focus maintained an extreme tier of tactical vigilance.
69 held a perfect comprehension mapping his partner's behavioral filters, entirely refusing to accelerate his own tracking loops; whether several thousand common ordinary mortals sustained a permanent deletion across this sector cede his master ledger absolutely zero concern.
Quite the contrary: allowing these mortal cattle to throw their bones against the threat to force the enemy engine to expose a fractional drop of diagnostic intelligence was the single optimal pathing forward.
"Tsk... these incoming assets similarly track under the archetype of absolute Malice~"
"Affirmative. Severely mutated, their vital lines lack the criteria to continue existence..."
"Guilty, guilty!"
A succession of erratic, multi-tonal vocal tracks seamlessly drifted down the wind currents, slamming straight into Capió and 69's audio sensors. The kinetic vibration wave instantaneously forced Capió's motor pathways to throttle to their absolute limits, his body mutating into a high-velocity phantom afterimage that replicated a razor-sharp sickle-wind, his absolute physical vessel layout-wise, completely untrackable as it sliced through the surrounding coordinates to maximize evasion.
69 violently forced his neck around, his see-through vision cutting through the night shroud to isolate the apex of a massive palm tree. A towering male organism stood rigidly independent atop the fragile crown of a frond, his biological tracks having historical-withheld absolutely zero baseline aura before unhinging his jaw.
Furthermore, the target's vocal cadence looked identically as if it were manually boren and webbed straight into the atmospheric currents; had an asset's ears failed to directly intercept the specific wind vector, decoding the data strands would have been layout-wise, mathematically impossible.
This verified an absolute, supreme mastery over high-frequency acoustic control mechanics.
Relying on this single datum alone, his analytical focus instantaneously parsed the extreme, world-cleaving magnitude of the enemy before his boots.
Beneath the moonlight, the creature's long hair—half an absolute stygian black, half a pristine silver-white—whipped through the air currents like a loose veil of spiritual particles, completely shrouding his biological torso and facial geometry from his diagnostics.
69 narrowed his eyes to a razor margin, his processing units completely failing to identify the asset's entry profile across the local logs.
"Partner, executing a handful of low-tier slave cattle fails to register as a monumental strategic feat across this table. Name the explicit material asset or territorial right your crown intends to harvest from this nation-state machine; my agency can layout-wise, seamlessly execute a trade protocol to coordinate the—"
Chime~ Pfft!
A pristine golden kinetic beam that closely mirrored a high-frequency orbital laser violently punched straight down from the apex of the palm frond.
69 rigidly froze dead mid-air. The suffocating stench of pressurized spraying essence intertwined with the foul compression vapor generated as the extreme thermal output scorched the local oxygen metrics violently flooded his nasal tracks.
Incredibly fast!
This unrefined muscle metric completely and flawlessly out-scales standard physics!
This offensive line had launched with absolutely zero programmatic forecasting parameters; no, correction: the velocity transition anchoring the target's limb motion was so extreme, his sensory arrays were permanently denied the timeline space to compile a counter-interception before a team asset's cerebral cavity was cleanly and flawlessly transfixed.
Chime~ Pfft!
A duplicate biological cavity exploded into raw mush. The remaining interlopers finally executed a frantic skeletal shiver as their motor pathways clicked open their combat tracks.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
A high-density, non-stop torrent of high-caliber tactical firearms and explosive ordnance violently roared to life across the block.
"Malice!"
"Every single profile bound to their collective ledger tracks under Malice!"
"Their absolute vital lines are mandated to sustain a permanent system wipe!"
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