Alex and his group stood on the main deck of the aircraft carrier, watching the bombardment of Shenzhen. He knew his weapons were capable of such destructive power, but seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn’t help but admit—the sight of a metropolis being obliterated was mesmerizing.

The railgun turrets roared in a continuous barrage, tearing through buildings and leaving nothing but ruins behind. Another two shots thundered over the city, massive projectiles cutting through the air with a deep hum before crashing into the densest part of the zombie horde, annihilating everything in their path.

Alex hoped his little assistants were recording every moment of the destruction. This spectacle was worth rewatching later. His gaze shifted to Rebecca, whose wide, almost predatory grin made it clear that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. With unwavering enthusiasm, she kept pressing the weapon launch button over and over again.

“Good thing I didn’t give her access to the Big Gun,” Alex mentally patted himself on the back.

If this gremlin had full control over the weapons, the city would probably have been wiped off the map with the very first shot.

Shifting his attention to the port, he realized they needed to draw the remaining zombies’ attention to clear a path for docking. Then, they could pick up Casper and his people.

“Alright, that’s enough. Otherwise, there’ll be nothing left of the city,” Alex said, taking the control panel from Rebecca.

“You’re such a killjoy!” she huffed, pouting. “You always ruin things at the most interesting moment.”

Alex smirked, grabbed Rebecca by the nose, and gave it a playful tug, making her grumble in protest. The others, including the guys and girls standing nearby, nodded in agreement—they also felt it was time to stop. No one had expected the new weapons Alex installed to be this devastating.

Rebecca tried to snatch the control panel back, but Alex simply lifted it high above his head, out of her reach. In retaliation, she hugged Stitch, who immediately nestled against her and gently patted her head in comfort.

“Alright, guys, get ready to deploy. We’re picking up Casper, the people from Dojo Ma, and leaving immediately,” Alex said, scanning the group.

“And you? Gonna throw yourself into the thick of it again?” R asked with a smirk.

“You got it. The zombie horde is bound to rush the port soon, and we need to buy time for everyone to board.”

He nodded to Brunhilde, handing over command. The Valkyrie accepted the role in silence, not asking unnecessary questions.

Without further ado, Alex hoisted the sulking gremlin over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Waving to GIR and MIMI, he headed off to prepare for deployment. The horde couldn’t be allowed to break into the port, and besides, Alex was intrigued by the new mutants—creatures resembling demons straight out of Doom.

“Hell Knights, Pinkies, Imps… but where are the Barons of Hell?” he pondered.

Alex seriously hoped that the idiot who was the avatar of Nyan-Nyan had not opened a portal to this universe for Davot himself, just to create even more chaos. But what truly concerned him was that under the influence of the Marker, zombies, mutants, and demons had become more organized.

Stepping into his temporary workshop, Alex considered which weapon to take into battle. After a brief moment of thought, he pulled from his inventory a bident—honestly won from Hades himself during Ragnarok.

A golden light enveloped his body as Göndul transformed into a battle suit. Alex swung the bident a few times, testing its balance. Meanwhile, his little partners had already armed themselves to the teeth.

Nodding to his companions, Alex stepped out of the workshop. The girls were just finishing their preparations for the landing.

His gaze met Brunhilde’s eyes.

Upon seeing the weapon in his hands, the Valkyrie narrowed her eyes and gave him a meaningful look, as if silently asking, “Why didn’t you return the symbol of power to Hades?”

Alex just shrugged. “It’s my trophy, and I don’t have to return it.”

Brunhilde let out a weary sigh. She already suspected that he hadn’t returned Poseidon’s trident either.

“What’s that weird fork you’ve got there?” Koko asked, eyeing the weapon with curiosity.

Alex barely held back a laugh upon hearing her call the god’s weapon a “weird fork.” Unlike him, the Valkyries in his spiritual space didn’t bother restraining themselves and burst into loud laughter. He didn’t even want to imagine the look on Hades’ face when he found out his weapon had been given such a humiliating nickname.

The other girls also turned their attention to the strange weapon in Alex’s hands. A strange feeling washed over them, as if they weren’t just looking at a piece of metal, but at something far more ancient and powerful.

“It’s not a fork, it’s a bident. A very ancient weapon. Its name is the Four-Blooded Spear of Fate, Ichor,” Alex explained calmly.

“Such a long name… Isn’t it hard to pronounce?” Shizuka asked with curiosity.

Alex looked at her and involuntarily laughed. He liked her slightly naive and clumsy side—it gave her a special charm. Smiling, he gently kissed her on the cheek. Shizuka immediately lit up with a joyful smile and hugged him.

“That name sounds familiar… I think I’ve heard it somewhere before,” Saya murmured thoughtfully.

“Not surprising. This spear is mentioned in human history. It belonged to the god of the underworld—Hades,” Brunhilde replied calmly, watching the girl closely.

Alex simply nodded but wasn’t in a hurry to reveal the whole truth. It was unlikely that anyone would believe that this was truly Hades’ weapon. However, Saya, on the contrary, began observing him and Brunhilde even more intently. She couldn’t shake the feeling that these two knew far more than they were letting on.

Despite their relationship, Saya never lost her desire to uncover the truth. Every time Alex and Brunhilde mentioned historical figures, they either spoke as if they had known them personally or simply brushed it off with a joke. If Alex knew what was running through her mind right now, he’d probably clap his hands—she was finally heading in the right direction.

Once everyone was ready, Alex descended to the lower deck with the girls, preparing for the landing. As he gazed at the approaching port, he wondered how Ying Zheng would have reacted if he saw what had happened to his lands.

Alex was almost certain that if the man were here now, he’d already be on the front lines, fighting alongside his people, refusing to surrender this land to an army of the undead, mutants, and demons.

Sighing, Alex pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand.

“Alright, we’re moving forward to stir up this mutant nest a bit. Be careful, girls,” he said with a slight smile.

“And us?! We’re your friends too! Don’t our lives matter to you?” R protested.

“Shut up, R. If you want someone to care about you, get yourself a girlfriend and stop whining,” Koko scoffed before kicking him in the butt.

Alex looked at the poor guy, who once again received a well-deserved kick, and couldn’t hold back his laughter. This had already become a tradition: R says something stupid—and immediately pays for it. The other guys didn’t spare his feelings either and just burst into loud laughter.

Looking over his team, Alex made sure that everyone was keeping calm. This was important before such a risky mission. The only exception was Kensai—he was noticeably nervous about the upcoming meeting with his wife and children.

Renka, not sparing her father’s feelings, repeatedly reminded him that she would definitely tell her mother about all his misdeeds. With each reminder, Kensai’s face grew paler, as if he could already picture his impending fate.

Alex even wondered what Madam Ma looked like. If Renka was quite attractive, then her mother must also be a beautiful and mature woman. Then he thought, how did someone like Kensai manage to convince her to marry him? But the answer came quickly—it was probably love.

“Alright, the port is close enough. Let’s go,” Alex said, addressing everyone.

“Take care of yourself,” the girls said loudly, not forgetting to remind him, as they watched him leave.

Alex nodded, and a helmet formed around his face. He lifted Stitch into his arms, gripping the bident firmly in the other hand. GIR and MIMI had already started to gather speed, preparing to leap over the water directly into the port. Gaining enough momentum, they simultaneously pushed off the carrier’s deck and headed downward. Upon landing, Alex waved briefly to the others, signaling that everything was fine. After setting Stitch on the ground, he activated the sonar to pinpoint the location of the largest cluster of the horde.

“Well then, time to make some noise,” he said with a slight smile, looking at his little helpers.

“KILL THE MUTANT SCUM!” GIR, MIMI, and Stitch yelled loudly.

Alex chuckled at their enthusiasm but didn’t waste any time. He dashed forward, heading straight toward the approaching zombie horde closing in on the port. GIR, MIMI, and Stitch immediately followed him, shouting battle slogans about purging the world of mutant filth.

Reaching the port gates, Alex kicked them open and stepped beyond the protected area. Before him lay a wide road, with a massive crowd of creatures—ranging from regular zombies to mutants mixed with demonic beasts—advancing toward him. Alex nodded to his companions and stepped forward to meet the horde.

When he got closer, he gripped the bident by the base, raised it above his head, and swung sharply. His hand slid down the shaft, directing all his strength downward. The thunderous strike hit the head of the nearest Hell Knight, turning his body into a bloody mess. The shockwave from the impact scattered nearby mutants, sending them flying in all directions.

Without giving them time to react, Alex jumped into the air, tightening his grip on the bident. He needed to deal with the largest and most troublesome opponents first. Landing, he crashed directly into Pinky and drove the bident into the base of its skull, pinning the demonic abomination to the ground.

But Alex didn’t hurry to pull the weapon out—instead, he used Pinky’s body as an improvised weapon. Swinging wildly, he threw monsters aside, clearing a path for himself. The bident whistled through the air, and Pinky’s body turned into a bloody mess until only its head remained.

Breaking free from the encirclement, Alex leapt backward and surveyed the battlefield.

“Well, now this is getting really interesting,” he smirked, narrowing his eyes.

Despite the destruction, the horde didn’t retreat. Those who survived his attack got back up and surged forward like an insatiable wave. Alex grinned and charged toward them, spinning his spear like a deadly lawnmower. Again and again, the bident cut through zombies, mutants, and demons, leaving them no chance to fight back.

In the midst of the battle, Alex noticed something strange: the Hell Knights had pulled back to the rear of the horde. This raised his suspicion. All the other large creatures—the Tanks, Ogres, Breakers—fought like they were in a berserker rage, not thinking about self-preservation.

But the Hell Knights were acting differently. Alex realized that if he destroyed them immediately, the horde might lose control and become chaotic, complicating the fight. As long as all the creatures were focused on him and his three helpers, the situation could be kept under control.

Lost in thought, Alex took a tiny shard of the Marker from his inventory, no larger than a fingernail. As soon as the artifact was in his hands, the attention of the entire horde immediately shifted to him. The Hell Knights froze, and the mutants and demons fixed their gaze on the shard. Alex smiled widely, realizing his suspicion had been confirmed. Carefully placing the shard into a special compartment on his combat suit, he, along with GIR, MIMI, and Stitch, surged straight into the heart of the enemy.

Meanwhile, the aircraft carrier had already arrived at the port. The gangplank lowered, and armed soldiers began to disembark, scanning the area for any signs of danger, awaiting Brunhilde’s orders.

“Secure the perimeter, clear the area of any straggling dead and mutants,” Brunhilde commanded, observing the situation.

The squads of soldiers immediately spread out across the area, checking every corner carefully. Once the area was cleared, they signaled each other, confirming the safety of the zone.

At the same time, the doors of one of the warehouses slowly began to open. A group of people cautiously stepped outside. Kasper, leading the way, suddenly froze, and upon recognizing a familiar silhouette, dashed forward.

“KOKO!” he shouted without a second thought.

Koko looked up and saw Kasper rushing toward her. A look of disgust instantly appeared on her face. Before Kasper could hug his sister, he was hit hard in the stomach, bending in half and letting out a strangled gasp. With hurt in his eyes, he looked at Koko.

“Why…?” he rasped, struggling to straighten himself.

“Why are you yelling, idiot? We came to save you, and you’re shouting like you want the whole horde of dead to come running here,” Koko replied irritably.

Kasper opened his mouth like a fish, but couldn’t find anything to say in response. Chikita and the rest of Kasper’s fighters approached their group. Chikita looked around, clearly searching for someone. Her gaze briefly swept over Koko and the girls, but she didn’t find what she was looking for.

“Where’s Alex? He’s not with you,” Chikita asked, frowning.

“Right, Koko, where’s your boyfriend? Or is he already your husband?” Kasper smirked, quickly recovering. “Where did he disappear to?”

“He’s distracting the horde,” Saya replied calmly, handing over a tablet.

Kasper and Chikita exchanged a glance, raising their eyebrows in interest.

“Alex is distracting the whole horde by himself?” Chikita frowned, hearing this news.

“Koko, aren’t you worried that your husband might die before you have kids and I get a nephew or niece?” Kasper asked with mock seriousness.

“First of all, shut up. And secondly, he’s stronger than you can imagine. Don’t believe it? Watch for yourself,” Koko said, snatching the tablet from Saya and handing it to Kasper.

Kasper shifted his gaze to the screen, where a live feed from the drone was playing. Chikita and the other fighters peered over his shoulder. The first thing they saw was complete carnage.

The camera hovered right above the battlefield, showing a horrifying scene. Bloody chunks of zombies, mutants, and demons flew in every direction. Disfigured bodies were flung from explosions, and right in the middle of the battle was Alex.

“Wait… That’s your Alex?” Kasper asked in shock, pointing at the screen. “You’re kidding me, right? Do you even realize how many of those bastards there are? There are thousands! And he’s right in the middle?! Where did you find this madman?”

“You want a punch in the face, slippery?” Rebecca snapped back, glaring at Kasper with malice. “If you insult my Keks again, I’ll rip your spine out through your ass!”

“Hey, I… I didn’t say anything like that!” Kasper raised his hands in panic. “I’m just worried my sister will be a widow too soon…”

He started sweating profusely, noticing how all the girls were staring at him with icy glares.

“Next time, keep your opinions to yourself,” Brunhilde said calmly but firmly, staring at Kasper.

He quickly nodded, like a chicken pecking at grain. Chikita, however, continued to watch the live feed closely, asking Koko’s fighters about Alex.

At the same time, another scene was unfolding nearby — the long-awaited mother-daughter reunion. Though it looked more like a chase: Kensei hid behind his friends, while Renka ran ahead.

“MOM!” Renka cried joyfully, throwing herself into her mother’s arms.

“Be careful, Renka, you’re not a little girl anymore,” Mrs. Ma said with a warm smile, hugging her daughter tightly.

“Hehe… I’m so glad you and the brothers are okay!” Renka exclaimed, pressing herself even closer to her mother.

“I’m glad too, my sweet,” the woman replied lovingly, patting Renka on the head. Then her gaze turned cold. “Now… where’s your father? I need to have a serious talk with him.”

Renka flinched at her mother’s icy tone. Even Kensei, who was hiding behind his friends, felt beads of sweat running down his back. The realization that he would inevitably have to face his wife’s anger made him silently pray for mercy. He hoped Renka wouldn’t betray him, giving him at least a little time for his wife’s fury to subside.

But his daughter didn’t even try to help him hide. Still embracing her mother, she lazily stretched out her arm, pointing a finger towards the Ryōzampaku masters.

Mrs. Ma narrowed her eyes, and those who caught her fierce gaze immediately parted, revealing the hidden Kensei. Realizing he had been betrayed, Kensei shot an offended look at his friends, with whom he had been through so much.

“Traitors…” he muttered, sighing heavily.

In response, he was met only with smirks.

“Come here, Kensei,” his wife’s cold voice rang out. “We need to have a serious talk about your sudden departure. And about how you left all the dojo matters to me.”

“Listen, dear… It’s not that I wanted to leave… The situation just forced me…” Kensei tried to justify himself.

“Don’t listen to him, mom. He left to add to his collection,” Renka added nonchalantly, betraying her father once again.

Mrs. Ma narrowed her eyes, scorching her husband with a glare. Kensei shot his daughter an indignant look, but she just playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

He realized there was no way out. His only chance to escape was to rush into the zombie horde, hoping they would devour him faster than his enraged wife could catch up.

Mrs. Ma noticed her husband looking around for an escape route. She merely nodded slightly to her sons, and they, without hesitation, grabbed Kensei by the arms and dragged him to her for a “preventive talk.”

“Boys, let me go! Show some respect for your elders! I’m your father!” Kensei pleaded, desperately trying to break free.

“Sorry, Dad, but mom’s the boss in our family,” the sons replied, not a trace of doubt in their words.

Kensei found himself face-to-face with his wife. The guilty look didn’t help—he was desperately running through possible ways to avoid punishment.

The entire port watched the family drama with interest. Even Alex’s girls stopped following his battle with the horde for a moment to enjoy the spectacle.

Meanwhile…

Alex, G.I.R., Mimi, and Stitch were finishing off the remnants of the horde.

The Bident of Hades, wielded by Alex, had already taken its true form, fueled by blood. The street where the battle took place was completely destroyed. Buildings crumbled under the fierce blows of the battle.

Gripping the spear tightly, Alex threw it at the Knight of Hell. The tip pierced the demon, pinning it to the wall of a crumbled building. In the blink of an eye, Alex was by its side, grabbed the shaft, and with a sharp tug, split the enemy in two.

At that moment, G.I.R., Mimi, and Stitch were busy tearing apart the remaining Hell Knights, ripping them to pieces. The furious screams of the demons mixed with the sounds of tearing flesh, creating a symphony of death.

When the last enemy fell, Alex and his three little assistants stood covered in blood from head to toe.

Looking around, Alex thoughtfully glanced at his companions.

“Guess it’s time to get you some armor,” he muttered.

G.I.R. and Mimi had the self-cleaning function for their fur suits, but Stitch didn’t have such an option—he would have to be cleaned manually.

“Seems like those were the last ones,” Alex said, stretching his shoulders.

“Heh heh heh, weaklings,” Stitch smirked, lifting the massive machine gun over his head.

“It’s fun killing demons,” Mimi declared in her childish voice.

“Such is the way of the Ultramarine warrior,” G.I.R. said seriously. “Our duty is to cleanse the world of filthy xenos.”

Alex smirked, surveying the battlefield.

This was just one of the many battles that awaited him.

Alex cast a dry glance at G.I.R., who was still in full Ultramarine mode. An involuntary thought crossed his mind—maybe he should repaint his armor in the colors of the Black Templars? Sometimes G.I.R. got a bit carried away… Deciding to put that thought on hold, he focused on a more important task—creating armor for little Stitch, so he could finally enjoy his own set of armor.

Waving to his little helpers, Alex, along with them, made his way back to the port. He knew he was missing the most interesting part—the meeting between Mrs. Ma and Kensei. Picking up the pace to not miss the spectacle, he gave a brief explanation to his little companions. Upon hearing why they were rushing, G.I.R., Mimi, and Stitch laughed joyfully and ran even faster. Alex smirked—definitely his little ones. Like him, they loved watching other people’s problems.

With a wide grin on his face, he hurried to the port, while the Valkyries in the spiritual space encouraged him to make sure he didn’t miss the family drama. After all, watching shows and similar real-life dramas was a completely new and exciting experience for them.

As soon as Alex arrived at the port, he immediately headed toward the docked aircraft carrier. Without even greeting the others, he eagerly pushed forward. From a distance, he spotted his girls standing next to a white-haired guy. Recognizing him, Alex smirked—it was Kasper Heckmatyar, and the girl next to him was probably Chikita, with whom he had been talking on the phone recently.

Shifting his gaze further, he noticed the Ryōzampaku masters standing near a group of people dressed in traditional martial arts attire. They were clearly students of the Ma dojo. Squinting, Alex spotted a beautiful, slender woman near whom Renka was standing, holding her hand, and next to them was the hunched Kensei, with his head lowered.

Alex immediately realized that the woman in front of him was Mrs. Ma and wondered—how the hell did Kensei manage to land such a woman? He was right when he thought that Renka had inherited her mother’s beauty. Alex had previously imagined Mrs. Ma as a larger woman with muscular arms, but it turned out she was slender and youthful-looking, especially when compared to Kensei—an undersized old man suffering from baldness.

“Yo-ho! I’m back! What did I miss?” Alex announced loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.

All heads turned toward him. His girls immediately noticed that, like his little helpers, he was covered in blood from head to toe. Chikita squinted slightly but couldn’t get a good look at his face due to the mask. Kasper silently shifted his gaze from Alex to his sister Koko, and Mrs. Ma, intrigued by the newcomers, leaned toward her daughter and quietly asked who he was.

Renka whispered an explanation, to which her mother nodded and gave Alex an evaluating look from head to toe. He noticed her careful gaze and responded with a light nod, then headed toward his girls. Raising his hand, he touched the mask, and it disappeared.

Finally, Chikita could make out his face and was slightly surprised—he was younger than she had expected.

“So, girls, who wants a bloody hug?” Alex asked with a smirk, spreading his arms wide.

“No!” his companions refused in unison. “You’re covered in blood and smell like the insides of corpses!”

“Ew, how rude… What about love and all that?” he responded with feigned offense.

“Maybe after you take a shower, I’ll consider it. But don’t come near me until then!” Koko declared, extending her hand forward to keep him at a distance. “Try to stain my last clean shirt and see what happens.”

“Oh, my heart is broken… No one loves me anymore…” Alex dramatically exclaimed, pressing his hand to his forehead.

“Don’t worry, Alex, I’ll always comfort you… but only after you clean up!” Kiriko added, laughing.

Alex clutched his heart, continuing his theatrics. His girls immediately played along, getting into the dramatic scene, but no one could keep a straight face for long—within moments, the entire group burst into loud laughter.

Kasper watched the scene with interest, particularly how his sister was actively participating in this absurd theater and now laughing along with everyone. At that moment, it became clear to him why Koko and Alex got along so easily—they were damn similar.

“So, you’re Alex? The guy who saved us… and now you’re courting my sister. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Kasper said with a smile, extending his hand.

“Likewise,” Alex replied, shaking his hand. “Koko has told me a lot about you.”

“I hope it was all good?” Kasper chuckled, glancing at his sister.

“Not really,” Rebecca immediately interrupted with a wide grin. “She said you have a slippery face, that you can’t be trusted. Also, that you’re a complete idiot who always sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Kasper’s smile immediately faltered. He stared at Koko, who, just like Rebecca, was grinning widely. A second later, he grabbed his sister by the shoulders and began shaking her from side to side.

“How could you?! I’m your brother! We’re supposed to be a team!” he exclaimed with clear indignation.

But Koko just laughed, thoroughly enjoying his dreadful situation. Watching this, Alex smirked and shook his head. However, deep down, he was more concerned with a completely different question: where was Floyd Heckmatyar now? After all, he had switched sides to the Evil Corporation and had tried to recruit Kasper to join them. Alex pondered and concluded that Koko and Kasper’s father had only two options right now: either he was already dead, having lost his value, or he was still an important player on the chessboard.

Meanwhile, Kasper kept shaking Koko, and she just smirked and suddenly declared:

“Babies, your mommy’s being bullied!”

Kasper froze for a moment. “What babies?”—the thought flashed through his mind. For a second, he even wondered if Koko and Alex had kids, but quickly dismissed that absurd thought. Just then, he felt someone tugging at his pant leg.

Looking down, he saw a strange green dog firmly gripping his pants with its paw. Chikita also noticed the unusual dog and looked at it with curiosity.

“What…?” Kasper began to ask, but didn’t have time to finish.

“Charge!” declared G.I.R., looking at him with gleaming eyes.

“AAAAAA!!!” Kasper screamed, convulsing from the electric shock.

But the torture didn’t end there. As soon as he regained his senses, G.I.R. repeated the procedure. After several more “positive doses,” Kasper collapsed onto the floor unconscious, and white smoke began pouring from his clothes.

“Here they are, my babies!” Koko proudly declared, lifting G.I.R. above her head. “Such good little ones! Always ready to protect their mommy from the bad guys!”

G.I.R. puffed out his chest proudly and, like a true hero, gave Koko a thumbs-up. Alex, on the other hand, looked at Kasper with obvious pity and almost immediately realized: this guy was doomed. In the future, he would undoubtedly become a victim of G.I.R. or MIMI’s antics more than once.

R and the other guys also looked at Kasper with sympathy as he continued to twitch on the ground after receiving his “dose of positivity.”

“What are these creatures?” Chikita finally asked, shifting her gaze from one strange dog to another.

“These are my babies,” Alex answered calmly. “You could call them assistant robots. Well, except for Stitch. He’s not a robot… I don’t even know what to call him. Well… he’s just Stitch.”

As he said this, Alex pointed at each of his “pets” in turn. Chikita watched his hand closely.

First, her gaze settled on the green dog proudly perched in Koko’s arms. Then, she looked at the pink one, nonchalantly poking Kasper’s lifeless body with a stick. Finally, her eyes moved to the blue one, which stood triumphantly on top of the defeated Kasper, as though it had just vanquished the greatest villain.

Pulling her eyes away from the strange scene, Alex shifted focus to more urgent matters. He asked how many supplies were left in the hideout where they had been hiding. If there were still enough, there was no point in leaving them there—better to take everything with them.

After learning the exact amount, he immediately began organizing. The team received clear instructions, and soon the loading of provisions and equipment from the hideout onto the aircraft carrier began.

To be continued…

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