The Sanctuary was stable.
Orderly.
Controlled.
Han Chandu walked inside.
Calm.
Unnoticed.
Nothing unusual.
Hunters moved.
Voices echoed.
Routine.
Then—
A sound.
Heavy.
Violent.
The ground trembled.
A scream followed.
"RUN—!"
Everything broke.
The outer structure shattered.
Wood exploded.
Stone cracked.
A massive figure stepped in.
A Ironclad Gorebeast.
Super.
Silence fell.
Frozen.
No one moved.
Because they understood.
This was not Sacred.
This was death.
A man tried to run.
Too slow.
The claw fell.
A scream—
Cut off instantly.
Blood spread across the ground.
Someone shouted—
"…no…! Someone help—!"
But no one moved.
Another hunter stepped forward.
Desperate.
He summoned his Beast Soul.
A Sacred weapon formed.
He attacked.
The strike landed.
Nothing happened.
Not even a mark.
The creature didn't slow.
Didn't react.
The Sacred Beast Soul—
Had no effect.
The hunter froze.
Realization—
Too late.
The claw fell again.
Silence.
Fear spread faster.
Because now—
They understood something worse.
Even Sacred—
Was useless.
Han Chandu stood still.
Watching.
Another scream.
Another death.
His fingers tightened.
Something shifted.
Cold—
Then—
Burning.
He moved.
Step.
Forward.
The creature turned.
Locked onto him.
It attacked.
Han Chandu moved.
Minimal.
Clean.
The claw missed.
He stepped in.
Closer.
Blade formed.
Strike.
Joint.
Impact—
Connected.
The creature reacted.
Violently.
Han Chandu moved again.
Second strike.
Same point.
Deeper.
The creature staggered.
People stopped.
Watching.
Han Chandu stepped forward.
His movements—
Sharper.
Faster.
Driven.
Third strike.
The joint broke.
The creature collapsed.
Final strike.
End.
"Creature (Ironclad Gorebeast — Super) killed."
A pause.
"Did not gain Beast Soul."
Silence.
Then—
Something unexpected happened.
The massive body—
Did not remain.
It began to dissolve.
Slowly.
From the edges.
Breaking apart.
Not flesh.
Not bone.
Only life essences
The entire body—
Collapsed inward.
Fading.
Disappearing.
Until—
Nothing remained.
Only a faint glow.
A single object.
The Life Geno Essence.
Silence deepened.
Because now—
Even the corpse—
Was gone.
No meat.
No remains.
Only essence.
The truth was clear.
First-generation Super creatures—
Did not leave flesh.
Only power.
Behind him—
People trembled.
Because everything they knew—
Was breaking.
Han Chandu stood still.
Then—
He turned.
Walking away.
Voices rose.
"…it disappeared…"
"…what was that…"
"…only that thing remained…"
The three groups arrived.
Watching.
Silent.
The Alliance understood.
Super creatures existed.
And they were beyond everything they knew.
Han Chandu reached his door.
People gathered.
Knocking.
Calling.
"…sell it!"
"…your Beast Soul!"
"…we'll pay anything!"
The door closed.
Inside—
Silence.
Han Chandu sat.
Still.
The anger—
Gone.
Only clarity remained.
Because now—
Not just power—
But knowledge—
Had been revealed.
Super.