The Bangkok Tower (Maha Nakhon), a skyscraper made up of countless blocks, was now shrouded in twisted purple lightning. This made the entire building seem alive, like a steel behemoth roaring at the crimson sky.
The 'Rage of Justice' motorcycle came to an abrupt halt a hundred metres from the tower's base, having been brought to a stop by an invisible force. The tyres screeched against the ground, sending up plumes of black smoke.
'Damn it! The magnetic field here is completely chaotic!' Officer Zack drew his golden revolver; his protective golden aura hissed as it corroded in the surrounding purple mist, and his combat power slowly decreased.
[System alert: area suppression! All personnel combat power reduced by 20%.]
[Zack: 21,000 → 16,800]
'Uncle, this oppressive feeling... I can't breathe.' Marlene's face turned pale and she clutched her guzheng tightly as her legs grew weak.
Ah Zhan dismounted the motorcycle, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind. He looked up at the top of the tower piercing the clouds, the demonic markings at the corners of his eyes twitching uneasily. It was as if something at the top was calling to his blood.
In the shadows at the base of the tower, hundreds of corrupted 'Demonic Guardians' were slowly closing in on them. Enhanced by the array, their combat power was generally over 8000, and they were immortal.
'At this rate, we won't even be able to get into the elevator lobby.' Officer Zack fired three shots, hitting three heads, but the guards, glowing purple, rose again in less than three seconds.
'Zhan, your "Zero Value Domain" isn't enough to cover the entire tower. We need a stronger breakthrough,' Zack said in a deep voice.
'Uncle, catch!' Marlene pulled out the modified, shimmering blue communication earpiece from her pocket, as if making a decision. These headphones were no ordinary item: two secret treasures called the 'Eyes of Siam' were embedded in the earcups, radiating a gentle yet resilient spiritual energy.
'Wear these and I can adjust my spiritual energy frequency to match yours,' said Marlene, her eyes burning. 'Although your combat power is zero, your "capacity" is limitless. Let me be your power bank!'
Azhan took the headphones, which carried the warmth of a young girl's body and a faint floral scent, and frowned in disdain, saying, 'Pink, so childish.'
'Stop talking nonsense! Put them on!' Azhan took a deep breath and fastened the headphones to his ears.
[Connection established: Spiritual energy synchronisation rate: 10%, 40%, 85%.
[Warning! Forcible fusion of forbidden demonic physique and divine holy power detected!"
Unknown mutation has occurred!
BGM change: Epic Electronic Rock: 'Ragnarok'.
In that instant, it felt as if A-Zhan's brain had been struck by a supernova. The chaotic roars were gone, replaced by Marin's energetic, rhythmic spiritual energy fluctuations.
'It's coming, Uncle! Sweep away all that trash!' Marin sat cross-legged, her fingers plucking the strings of her harp like phantoms.
Boom!
An unprecedentedly terrifying aura erupted from A-Zhan's body. The originally pitch-black demonic energy, neutralised by spiritual energy, transformed into noble, arrogant, golden-purple flames that swirled and rose around him in the shape of a raging dragon. The surrounding purple mist was instantly cleared away.
[Combat Power Index Real-time Fluctuation (Citywide Detectors Malfunction): A-Zhan (Synchronised State): 0 (Base) + 9,000 (Spiritual Energy Stacking) x ? ?] [Times]
Current visual presentation: golden-purple aura, height 15 metres.
'Is this the power of synchronisation?' A-Zhan raised his hand, revealing a palm that possessed both destructive demonic power and a holy healing quality.
He looked at the dark, monstrous army ahead of him, a wicked smile playing on his lips. 'Since there's accompaniment, then this... let's have some fun.'
[Freeze-frame perspective 1] A-Zhan stood still, slamming his right foot into the ground and unleashing his ultimate technique: [Spirit Abyss – Seismograph]! The ground instantly crystallised in a golden-purple aura and countless sharp crystal pillars exploded from the ground in a fan shape. The first row of demonic guards were instantly frozen within the crystals and their souls were purified.
[Freeze-frame perspective 2] A-Zhan transformed into a streak of golden-purple light and charged into the enemy ranks. He didn't need to teleport because, under Marlene's spiritual premonition, he had already seen the trajectories of all the attacks. "To the left, three centimetres." Without turning his head, he reached back with his left hand and crushed the throat of a stalker.
[Freeze Frame Perspective 3] He leapt high into the air, gripping the hilt of the 'Soul-Slaying Greatsword' with both hands. The five-metre-long blade, engulfed in golden-purple flames, proclaimed, 'This move is called [Farewell Gift from the Grand Palace]!'
Sweep!
The golden-purple, crescent-shaped blade, like a giant scythe, sliced through the enemies along the entire street as though harvesting wheat. The severed guards did not regenerate, but instead dissipated into golden fragments into the night sky.
Officer Zack stood behind him, still holding the golden handcuffs he had prepared to arrest A-Zhan with. At that moment, he felt that they were practically toys.
'Marlene, are you sure you're helping him and not creating a monster that not even the Black Dragon King can control?' Zack shouted.
'Who cares!' Marlene unleashed a flurry of attacks, her forehead covered in sweat. 'All I know is that this old man is invincible right now!'
Azhan stood atop a mountain of wreckage. Behind him, golden-purple flames vaguely formed a phantom resembling both a god and a demon. He ripped off one earpiece and flipped off the purple vortex in the air.
'Black Dragon King, wash your neck and wait for me.'
'I'm not taking the lift up here.'
'Synchronisation rate — 95%!'
Marlene's sharp voice cut through the static in the headphones and struck A-Zhan's cerebral cortex directly. The air in the middle levels of the Bangkok Tower was heavy with demonic energy, repelling outsiders. However, within three feet of A-Zhan, all the rules were being rewritten.
[System notification: Dual-player Resonance Mode 'Siamese Fantasy' activated.
[A-Zhan's real-time status: demonic amplification + holy resonance.]
[Current Aura Colour: Golden Purple (Rarity: EX).]
A-Zhan's dark pupils now flickered with golden sparks. He could feel Marlene's breathing rhythm perfectly synchronised with his own heartbeat. It was a strange feeling, like someone was suddenly reaching out a warm hand from the depths of loneliness, irrationally pulling him back to the human world.
'Don't stand there, Uncle! That big guy up ahead wants to treat us to hot pot!' Marlene shouted, her fingers tracing a decisive note on the strings.
On the spiral staircase leading to the top of the tower sat a colossal 'centipede-like demon', pieced together from discarded machinery and rotting corpses. It had dozens of mechanical arms, each end equipped with a high-speed rotating chainsaw.
Nourished by purple light, its combat power index surged wildly.
[Target Locked: Centipede Executioner]
[Combat Power Index: 19,000–24,000 (under formation enhancement)]
'Two hundred and forty thousand combat power?' A wild smile appeared on A Zhan's lips. He clenched his right fist and a miniature star vortex of golden-purple flames rapidly condensed on his knuckles. 'In my earphones, the background music hasn't even reached the chorus yet. You are not allowed to take a bow.'
Freeze-frame perspective 1: Zhan didn't use his greatsword; instead, he activated Extreme Speed Teleportation, a technique that allows him to physically disappear. The next millisecond, he appeared above the Centipede Executioner's core energy source and shouted, 'Synchronisation Technique—Holy Demon Subjugation!'
Freeze-frame perspective 2: A-Zhan's right fist slammed heavily into the metal shell. Rather than spreading outwards like a normal explosion, the golden-purple energy ripples spread along the monster's mechanical arm and throughout its body like vines. Wherever the ripples touched, demonic factors were instantly purified and disintegrated, and the hard liquid metal turned to sand and collapsed.
[Combat power drops drastically: 24,000 -> 12,000 -> 3,000 -> 0]
"Roar—!" The Centipede Executioner let out a desperate roar. Its massive body completely collapsed in the golden-purple light, turning into scrap metal.
'It's not over yet!' Zack! Cover us!" Marlene shouted to the officers behind her, all the while maintaining communication through her earpiece.
Officer Zack's face was expressionless as his golden revolver transformed into an impenetrable net of fire. 'Don't order me around! I'm just carrying out my official duty of 'clearing roadblocks'!"
Zack unleashed his ultimate move, the 'Golden Sanction', a hail of bullets tracing perfect arcs through the air and instantly obliterating the heads of the surrounding henchmen attempting to encircle them.
Simultaneously, A-Zhan and Marlene entered a state of perfect harmony. "Uncle, 45 degrees to the left rear, a shadow attack!" Marlene's voice resonated directly in A-Zhan's mind.
Without turning his head, A-Zhan swung his left hand backwards, pinning the assassin lurking in the shadows to the wall with a golden-purple blade of light. 'Right front, three heavily armoured cyborgs! Their weak point is their knees!'
A-Zhan moved with lightning speed; his steps... Light as a dancer, he was no longer the 'experimental subject' who could only brute-force his way through. With the aid of the spirit-synchronised headset, he had become a precise killing machine; each punch and kick struck the enemy's power connection point with pinpoint accuracy. "Since the Black Dragon King wants to see fireworks, then give him the biggest one!"
Ah Zhan stopped, spreading his arms wide. Meanwhile, Marlene played the highest note of 'Siam Rhapsody', and golden-purple flames gathered above Ah Zhan's head to form a gigantic, ten-metre-long, illusory greatsword.
[Super] [Limited Combo Attack: Sigh of the Spirit Maiden – Wrath of Asura].
"Give me—open!" Ah Zhan pressed down lightly.
Boom—!!!
The core wall of the middle layer of the entire Bangkok Tower was torn apart like paper by this attack. The massive tremor caused the entire building to tilt to one side and a golden-purple energy pillar pierced the sky, burning a huge hole in the centre of the purple vortex.
[Battle Power Calculation:]
A-Zhan: Battle Power Index displayed as [NULL] (System Crash).
Marlene: Spiritual Power Load 80%, adrenaline surge.
The centipede executioner had turned into construction debris from the Bangkok Tower. As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Ah Zhan stood on the edge of the ruins, panting heavily. Wisps of golden-purple flames were dissipating. His headphones emitted a buzzing, overloaded sound and a thin cable finally snapped under the pressure.
Synchronisation interrupted.
Marlene collapsed to the ground, her face pale, but she still managed to hold up the half-finished can of cola and smile weakly. "Uncle... that move just now was so cool... remember?" 'Second drink half price...'
Ah Zhan turned around, the golden light in his eyes fading and returning to deep darkness. He bent down and carefully put the broken earphone in his pocket.
'Hey, you damn cop,' said Ah Zhan to Zack, who was running up, panting. 'Get this troublesome brat down there before you arrest me. I'll take care of the rest."
Ah Zhan looked up at the rooftop platform, which was now almost within reach. There, a golden mask gleamed with a cruel light.
'It's a personal grudge.'
As the final automatic gate shattered amid a golden-purple gust of wind, A-Zhan took a step onto the open-air observation deck at the top of the Bangkok Tower. The wind was fierce here, carrying turbulent currents of supernatural energy capable of cutting through skin. Below, the dazzling yet mournful Bangkok nightscape lay spread out before him, and ahead was the source of destruction.
The Black Dragon King stood with his hands behind his back; his golden mask appeared particularly sinister under the purple lightning. At his feet, countless black, vein-like channels were drawing life energy from the entire city up to the tower.
"Welcome back, my most perfect 'Zero'." The Black Dragon King turned around, his voice tinged with twisted affection. 'And these pink headphones... they truly add a touch of ironic "humanity" to your killing machine.'
'Humanity is something someone like you, hiding behind a mask, can't understand.' A-Zhan slowly tore off the black bandage wrapped around his neck. Beneath his once fair skin, black demonic patterns were spreading wildly at an unprecedented speed, already covering half his face.
[System alarm: Warning! Warning! Enemy strength detected: 120,000! A-Zhan's current status: Forbidden Demonic Transformation Stage 2 (Unsealing)!' 'A monster?' The Black Dragon King chuckled as he slowly removed his golden mask.
Beneath the mask was a face that was seven-tenths similar to A-Zhan's, but it looked much older and more sinister.
Marlene cried out in alarm from behind: 'How is this possible? You...'
'Twenty years ago, "Project Siam" failed. To avoid the backlash of their powers, the researchers injected all the curses into a newborn infant. That infant became 'Zero'. The researcher responsible for injecting the drugs transformed himself into his current form in order to control this power." The Black Dragon King stroked the demonic markings on his face, his eyes flashing with madness.
He pointed at Ah Zhan, his words scathingly piercing: 'You're not a man abandoned by God, but a garbage can so "filthy" that even Hell wouldn't dare accept you. You think you're saving Bangkok, Ah Zhan, but you're just completing my final experiment. When the curse reaches its tipping point, you will become the city's terminator.'
Ah Zhan's body trembled slightly. Deep within his memory, images of cold operating tables and bright lights exploded in his mind.
'So, the only figure I remember is your back?'
'That's right, my dear child.' The Black Dragon King suddenly spread his arms. The purple vortex behind him contracted abruptly, transforming into a gigantic black dragon phantom that roared and surged into his body.
Boom!
[Combat Power Index: 120,000 → 150,000 → 200,000!!!]
[Citywide alert: Bangkok Tower is about to collapse!] [Energy fluctuations have exceeded the geographical carrying capacity limit!]
'Now, return to the Mother.' The Black Dragon King swung his claw into the void and the entire observation deck collapsed instantly.
'Uncle! Don't listen to his nonsense!' Ignoring Zack's attempts to stop her, Marlene forcefully mustered her last bit of spiritual power and pressed the broken earphone cord against her chest. 'Who cares who created you! The person who saved me, bought me cola and carried me across Khao San Road is you! It's you, Zhan!"
[Divine Wave – Heart's Voice Connection]
Zhan's eyes, which had almost lost control, regained a hint of clarity the moment he heard Marlene's voice. He looked down at his right hand. The golden-purple flames hadn't extinguished because of the betrayal; instead, they had become even more ferocious.
'Black Dragon King, you've taught me many things, but there's one thing you miscalculated.' Zhan's deep voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.
He slowly raised his hand and grasped the Soul-Slaying Greatsword on his back. At that moment, the blade was no longer pitch black, but transparent, flickering with white sparks.
'Even a trash can has its dignity: to seal away trash like you.'
[Combat Power Index Real-time Fluctuation: A-Zhan -1 (Negative Value Change!)]
[System Logic Conflict: When the value is negative, it means... erasure of all existence?"
'Zack, take her away.' A-Zhan ordered, his tone terrifyingly calm, without turning his head.
'Citizen A-Zhan...' Officer Zack, supporting his injured shoulder, looked at the retreating figure. For the first time, instead of citing regulations, he gave a standard military salute and said, 'If you survive, the next can of Coke is on me.'
'Hey! Uncle! You promised to buy me a second one at half price! You can't go back on your word!' Marlene cried hysterically as Zack forcibly dragged her away.
A-Zhan didn't respond. He held his knife as he faced the Black Dragon King's world-destroying purple lightning and walked step by step towards the centre of the storm.
'Ultimate move — Siam Survival: Final Zero.'
The scene froze and transformed into a blinding white light amidst the violent collision of gold and dark purple.