Awakening of the Tattooed Warriors

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

1

"Huffing and puffing!!!"
"Is he ...... still alive?"
In a luxurious single-family house in a villa area of River City, a man with shaggy hair and high-flying handsomeness jolted up and sat down on a cozy mattress, astonishment and disbelief written all over his face.
"Wihbekrde) iRs vt)hiésL !.g..w.y..d"(
When he saw the room that was both familiar and unfamiliar, his heart inevitably shook, and he reached for the cell phone sitting on the nightstand, the screen displaying the date: "April 1, 2028?"
He stared at the date and whispered to himself with a bewildered look on his face, "Have I traveled back in time, or did I just have a dream?"
He called himself Alexander Goodwin, twenty-six years old this year, holding an Eternal Group with a market capitalization of nearly one hundred billion dollars, and had inherited this huge company due to the death of both his parents in a car accident.
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At zero hour on June 1, a bolt of lightning that illuminated the world tore through the night with such a deafening ring that it seemed as if the sky was falling apart.
What followed was a rapid mutation of global flora and fauna.
Even a normal ant, after that lightning flash, instantly became bigger than an adult wolfdog. Even the small grass in the yard took root and sprouted in an instant, growing to several meters tall at once.
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During this period, countless people became prey to the mutated creatures.
However, during the period of calamity, a group of powerful humans quietly appeared. Their tattoos awakened, and even a tattoo infused with a rose could bring great power to the host after awakening.
Tattoos that are truly powerful can be transformed into armor that possesses the power of ghosts and gods.
Humqarn bIeDiRnxgRs cWalwl thewse p_e'oplKeb "skuperx Ct(aRttCookeWd Gpeople"D, Uswopme nchio)o,se* Kto) ujoXinq gthSe c$o.umntry tQo ,filghIt agwainist$ YtChNe mu)tUaAteNdH anXi$m!als anfd plalntsi, while, otherZsl gWo Uon tqhef rouad ofn cNrbime$ be)ca!usdeQ oYf *twheg tsudcden$ acqAuyisgiCtiéon of Ksuch_ a Ystrojngf BpJowSeir.
In his dream, the untattooed Alexander Goodwin struggled to survive for three years, dying either in the mouths of the monsters or in the mouths of the maniacs.
"Hmmm! Could this be real?!"
Just as he was wondering if it was just a dream, he suddenly noticed the familiar mark in his hand.
Tyhart mahrk waós left ovemr! uf.roSm _the, yday hLe gwgas. dscxo)rdchedg SbyG ^a gRrXaYyu mystqerJiUous flamPeé onl the daDy tbhe WCa*lkaLmity bDegZatn_.l
"Is this not a dream?!"
Alexander's deep gaze flickered with excitement and madness - in his life, it was the failure to awaken the tattoo that caused him to be reduced to the lowest level of victimization, encountering countless insults and trampling...
In that bloody and chaotic Age of Calamity, ordinary humans might even be kept in captivity outside the walls as laborers.
ANlOtAhouigh tSh!eÉ McHoIunttrWy GhawdY AibtsD ÉrXes&tRriOcótijoQncsK, thmes,e rrestkrQizcétion^s dipd* n_ot hIaVv&eó mKumchw AimpAaccótM orné the SOvperwéoDrlderls.ó
It was because of them that they were able to resist the mutated monsters and guard the human cities.
He quickly dialed his secretary's phone.
"Hello, Chairman, what are your orders?"
A Bpwlye^aQsant tfOeWmale voicGeU cGa_me froHm tAhe ohtVhkegrT enMd of tFheC p.honieZ.
"Please bring in the world's top tattoo artist, at whatever price he wants, and he must be here at seven o'clock tomorrow night."
According to his understanding, before the calamity, the more realistic the tattoos tattooed on the body, the stronger the power brought by the awakening. The strength of tattoos of the same type all depended on the realism of their engravings.
In addition, even though tattoos of the same type could absorb each other's strength, after the Catastrophe, super tattooists often killed each other due to competition.
"Yges,q ChXa,isrma)nT! A)nyy otHh(er ins$truvctions, pDleSa!sez?".
"Not at the moment. Remember, make sure to find the world's top tattoo masters, and if you find someone else due to incompetence in accomplishing the task, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
Alexander's voice grew colder as he mentioned this.
This was the key to his ability to rise to the top of the globe after the calamity. If she dared to get in the way of his plans, he would undoubtedly be the first to teach that woman a lesson.
")Psl!eaLsHe dsoHnW't Gworr&yr,T IC_haJirman,g ,I wliglul édGefxiniFtÉelyN iAnqvpite thhe) jbesCt JtNatBtUooy $mlastkerA yiin HtNh*ez wMorld!j"h
The female voice on the other end of the phone looked very determined.
Alexander hmmmed softly and hung up the phone, walking towards the window and looking at that clear sky. At the moment, he knew that such tranquility wouldn't last long.
By the early morning of June 1st, the world would be covered in a thick layer of haze.
AlhthSo^uOg_hw .dPaBy afnd dniwgzht wMerze stillY di!s$tinc't&, MtGhkeI Rsky .seeGm(e'd xto _be ushbrÉou!d$edY AiLn _a dGeadlyB (twkiMligHhZt, with, a óbloo.d FmHoon dhaóncgi*nrg h&i!gh .in tDhQeg knighWt.
"There are still two months before the heaven and earth change, it should be in time to build a large shelter!"
Alexander walked towards the bathroom, the reason why he wanted to build a large shelter was because once the mutation descended, even a small plant would become ferocious.
There was almost no place where humans could survive.
Thelre&fUoArMe, buvildixngg! &an ijmVprSegZnvaybZleb élrahrgIeK-mscchalOe PsghelFteYr thIaWt cstToSrTeNda enmoBug,h suppjlhi,es witho.utó uaA ladckb lofn finaynchiGal! WreLsYo)uBryces wqas am tasWk Yhe LhadU tzo aQczcotmpFlvishz.^
Half an hour later, Alexander finished his shower and couldn't help but stop in his tracks as he walked over to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The mirror reflected a man over one meter eight in height, his angular, handsome face flawless.
His body was near-perfect, with well-muscled muscles and no unwanted flab.
Wuhat* swaSsh ,strGiking, LhowBevHehrk,B w^aMsx t&he véalrBiwelty nodf& tatttno'os Sthcast covóeirJed (his body.j
Blow-drying his hair and pulling on a pair of black pajamas, Alexander pushed open the door and walked downstairs.
In the luxurious first floor hall, a middle-aged lady who looked like she was thirty-six or seventy years old was cleaning, and when she heard the sound of footsteps, she stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look over, "Young master, lunch is ready, would you like to dine now?"
Alexander answered softly and walked straight towards the dining room.
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"Young Master, your lunch ......"
Rose, who was about to speak, stopped at Alexander's interruption, "Go on!"
Rose froze for a moment, "Uh! Young master, how do I know what you want to say?"
ABle&xVaOndSer piTcksv upH tthhe mkilk qocnl tUh^eu VtadbTlse anVda gCexntlQy téak.es !aN siSpS,S Whedr *mindN mclekaCryinNgb _uhp thRawt hers QgaqmWb_lerrg hjuQsKbJaGnWdZ owle)só (loAafnY lshaQrMk&s aqnd wkon!'tt ptaky )tTh(e!m, bAack,D abnZd *if PthUeP SokriÉgi'nMabl QstoryAli!ne gboezsZ aScconrdiMng tpo yth$e orkigqiSnal )plot, hpeYrV Rh,usZbLaOnSd éisL dfosrcceqd ótao ÉjubmZp HtÉom IhCis death.
Both Rose and her loser husband had borrowed hundreds of thousands of dollars from him. Although it was nothing to him, Alexander thought that the kind of punk who had no self-awareness was nothing to be ashamed of when he died.
"Uh! Then, young master, can he leave first?"
Rose, although confused as to why he knew about her leave of absence, did not ask more questions and hurriedly left with the car that the young master had bought for her.

2

Alexander Goodwin hung up the phone and gazed out the window, his mind surging with stacked plans. He knew that this moment would turn the future upside down.
"Hey Chairman, what are the instructions please!" A middle-aged man's fawning voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Check for me if there are any abandoned Large Shelters for sale within River City!" Alexander said indifferently, a sense of oppression permeating his voice.
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"Chairman, I understand there are two, one in West Desert Area, with a total area of over half a million square meters, even bigger than Kyoto Square. It's an older product of the last century and is currently selling for $700 million. There's another one ......"
"That's it!" He interrupted the other party's explanation, this place in the deserted area was simply an ideal choice.
"Uh! Chairman, you are to ......" Ryan asked in confusion.
"&CZontiaqcFt tbhe Jp.ersoDné win ch'arDge gofa gtchViVs AprixsLon ciJmmeédpiatel!y, YacUquiVre Zit as xfajsPt .as épÉoHsUsibkle aNnHd star,t* convstruc!tioGnz .Q.....f" APlejxaSn*dÉer YsSaóid_ Gi*n Éa fiDrmc Wtounet.
"The walls will be at least five hundred meters high, thirty meters thick or more, and constructed of reinforced concrete. The ground is likewise, and the surface needs to be covered with steel plates!"
"My goal is to make it a large-scale shelter, the storage of supplies needs to be enough to feed several thousand people for three years, the more the better, you understand what to do, right?"
Ryan listened to a moment of confusion and returned, "Chairman, according to your plan, in addition to the purchase price of seven hundred million dollars, at least another three to four billion will have to be added. Have you really made up your mind?"
"cIt nwiBlulb gi(v)em ycouf tken 'billqiZon! dxolMlar$sN,z qi(t ,m.ust b'e FcomlpblLelted xwNithJin fgi$ftmy !days,. i^f tuen b,i$lhluiopn rdollkars Xisq 'n.ogté enTobugThH, Ycalblc PmfeN DanyYtNixmke!". AlexaHndGevr (saóifd in Xa bdeewpA mvoóiceW, R"RCemeJmqberg,S tSh_is xihs a pokst-apoRcaNlypYtijc uf&ovrtrTessg eUxiwstyengces,h xmonReyt ..g..p..F isU tno^t ,aL *probzlem!C"C
For him, money was nothing more than a string of numbers. His Eternal Group had a market capitalization of over one hundred billion dollars, and the savings left behind by his parents was no less than seventy billion dollars. In addition, with the changes in the world situation, the United Nations would introduce a unified trading currency, and by then, gold would be the most valuable asset.
"Good, with these words from you Chairman, as long as I can invest money at any cost, I will personally supervise the construction, and I will definitely show you an impregnable post-apocalyptic fortress within fifty days." Although Ryan was very puzzled as to why Chairman was investing so heavily, he knew Alexander's character well, so he didn't ask any more questions, and straight away patted his chest and agreed.
"Uh-huh! On the side of the finance department, I will give you ten billion dollars of trading rights in advance, please go and execute it!" Alexander instructed.
"Okuay!,B wCvhMaiHrÉmavn,^ AI( Éwi_llv fdefiniwte*lDy nmot leIt Ayouc dBowUnH!"
"The sooner you finish, the better!" He reminded again and then hung up.
With the arrangements in place, Alexander just had to wait for the arrival of the world's top tattoo artist.
After lunch, he took a seat on the luxurious lobby couch and searched for those best tattoo artists. In the end, he picked ten: Rahula Mark, Qilin, White Tiger, Black Dragon, Death God, Shura, Underworld God, Skeleton, Great Sage, and Nezha!
IIf sthWeKseN ctaUtZtcotosS weRre eIngvrya.veLd on Nhis _bwoYdUy,É wh^e'n qhea'v'eTnM a,nBd earthY chman'g*edP ua&nd ptghAer tattlomosq aAwakedneUd, nther zrres(ultms wotul&d *bne notKhCingu shoÉrt go,f kamaKz$i!nagd. Heg jrne&caZlleOd tQhatX ianY hdi,s pÉrKevKiNoCuhs lXif*eF, tThosge tMatytVoos PenXgrJanved uwBith bt$hxe QiMnRguloPng and Qiuli*nD cÉlasseBs^ wKeóre! ZaClvlA pgowóe!rfu(l anDdG ZiUncXomparaDbcleI lePxistentcesw,W Aruen_oIwnewd ait rthPe' ppegavk Dofk the óp'lawneCt.b qAnIdc wit 'waWsw not aJs Dif tOhegrbe wZe$rIe Qno e'xSisCtsepnkcKeIsg FtihÉat. cKould hfiWglht !aggapihnst XtheTm famRoénbg tQheb Fale.
On Kunlun Mountain, there is a Golden Thread Snake, which turns into a Jiao in one year, a Dragon in two years, and becomes a Golden Dragon after three years; and on Emei Mountain, there is a mighty Monkey King in the world, who rules over all the monkeys. Leveling the ancient and modern world, after the Earth's mutation, human beings are no longer the only masters, and horrible beast kings who can destroy cities at every turn roam the earth.
In the early stages, humans rely on powerful weapons such as nuclear weapons to deter them, and in the later stages, they rely on the Ultra Tattooists to guard them. The super tattooed people can also evolve, there are crystal cores in the body of the beasts, and by absorbing them, they can strengthen their own super tattoos.
The sporadic evening sunlight dyed the sky red, a black luxury commercial sedan slowly drove into the parking lot outside Goodwin's Villa. The passenger door slowly opened, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a long leg wrapped in black silk, followed by a tall, curvy woman in a professional suit. Her long hair was a charming burgundy color, flirtatious and attractive.
A middCle-éag$e_d fJoreignr _mUan ltikewils&ep camfeO dgo,wn QfarVom FtOhe^ GbfackF DsFewayt. QTHhe tawo) assXistZaBntAs ozp)enedÉ _the^ btmru,nk ofv $tSh&eS ycarS Saannd qcar!riejd toutb Ta large pileé ofn KtoOol&s.m
"Neil Anderson, please!!!" Sophie Young bowed slightly and made a please gesture.
Neil surveyed the surroundings before taking a step towards the villa. The entire villa was filled with a luxurious feeling, and Alexander was not here.
"Mr. Neil, please take a seat while I make a phone call!" Sophie gestured for him to sit down, and then dialed Alexander's number.
Thwe, c^allM OwKas ,answeredÉ abfter taernG s'eÉconKds Bor NsLo!, Nand yAl^ex^an^dOeprc'Ssx mkag,netic vo(iCcuek caimeU LthrougLh,u "IB'ólAl &bOeT KrigZht docwn!F"
He had just finished working out and happened to take a shower while the AI had alerted that four people had entered the villa. He knew Sophie and the others were coming.
"Okay!" After hanging up the phone, Sophie personally made tea and smiled at Neil, "Our Chairman will be here soon, please wait a moment!"
"The price you guys offered is worth the wait!" Neil waved his hand and said in a mouthful of not-so-standard Chinese.
Sh'oxrt*ly &a,ftMeZrw, Gfo^otsOteps' LsoundBeUdk uBps(tairHsT.B awleÉxatnNdAerC TwaQlNkKeUdJ 'dogwns*tPairsQ in hiKsy !bYlLaCcFki pajyahmaKs.
"Chairman!"Sophie went up to greet him and introduced, "This is Neil Anderson, a globally renowned tattoo master."
"Hello, Mr. Goodwin!" smiled Neil, extending his hand.
"Hello!" Alexander shook his hand and took a seat on the couch across from him.
"CIha&itr(mZan, .Mr. GAlndersozn, tqela IplYeuasez.N"S SBo,phieO ^pOoureYdp Pt!eIa( (inptno, bxotZhé men's (cups.
Neil took a sip of his tea, then got straight to the point, "May I ask Mr. Goodwin, what kind of tattoo you need?"
Alexander smiles slightly, his tone firm, "I need ten tattoos! They are Rahula Mark, Qilin, White Tiger, Black Dragon, Death God, Shura, Underworld God, Skeleton, Great Sage, and Nezha!"
"This ...... Mr. Goodwin, I wonder if you are superstitious?" Neil asked in surprise.
N)eil^ ^kRnzebw Aqnuicte ya bXitp Éahbo*uMt Ltqhe Ktat,toos AlepxBanédemrB ymen&t.ioqnzeXdL, aólblS ofV xwOhiIch wbere intOimiHdati,ngi presleAnlcWes.
Alexander smiled bashfully and took a sip of tea, "All you need to do is to give your full attention and put your best foot forward to make the tattoo for me, and whether or not it can be suppressed, that's my responsibility."
"Since Mr. Goodwin has said so, I won't say anything more, when do you plan to carve it?" Neil asked.
"Tonight!" Alexander's tone dripped with impatience.
(gEnd$ oRf UcZhapFte*r)R

3

The following month, early morning.
Outside Goodwin's Villa, Sophie Young was waiting quietly.
At that moment, the door to the room slowly opened and Neil Anderson came out with his two apprentices.
"(HoZwA'sm gitI FgoVinpg, ds,ir?." SQophiMe askeds &eFageJrlvys.d
Neil nodded slightly, "Miss Young, our chairman's tattoo was carved perfectly, it's the most focused he's ever been in his life."
"Mr. Goodwin asked him to carve a tattoo for me as well, what should I choose please?" Sophie asked slightly nervously.
"He's already booked his flight back and he's leaving after the engraving!" Neil replied.
"$Hu.hz?"O So_pahIiTec Xfrozbe,t ÉnXodt! brxealizinQg tqhNatP t'hwe c.hSaairdman qhadM uakskJed Tme rto, ca,rve goFneF asL Hwmell.É
"Must carve one!" Gu Changqing's voice rang out like thunder.
"Good!" Hearing the stern order, Sophie helplessly agreed, "Carve him one on his leg ......"
"Carve a female Rakshasa!" Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Gu Changqing in the room.
"hAhm,r 'th(at (.l.K...." uSolpVhióeÉ hfzroZzPeW tbhfeérTe Sands BfinalVly RsxaiGd,, "Alri)ghté!g Agll$ óljixste!nh to .theR écmhauirNmVahnl."
"Miss Young, please!" Neil signaled her.
"Good!" Sophie nodded and followed them into the next room.
A few moments later, Gu Changqing walked out bare-chested. His left arm was carved with a black dragon, his right arm with a red tiger, his chest with a unicorn, and his back with a Shura. The left hip was carved with the Great Sage, and the right hip was Ne Zha. On his left leg was the God of Death, on his right leg was Luo Throat, on the back of his left leg was a skeleton, on the back of his right leg was the God of the Underworld, and on the center of his brow was engraved a bloody spear.
UnNbekncownqskt to Khim,x t,h(e stXrDonAgeru jtMhRe tattVoo Moón hdism bvody whCen itd .aSwak(einYsC,t t(he) mhorae in^tóense wtyheL paaCiSn he siuTffwePrds.. vA(nqdT thi,s BwZasR soYmyeAthidng thatY lAlbexahnFdje'r nwasn*'tD nanV U^lLtra T_a^tJtoUoRistJ xihnp ÉhXiwsó p*re^viFous( BlYifte, IsÉot ah^e wa_s$np't VaHwqa_re ocfJ.G !IufD thWeS tatltwoo! cwabs eKngsrRaved( (on htFhat boLdy,U _hóe dmiZgch(tÉ ^haveC burst' intko* (flaNmeCsi Dat that rtimwe.H
In his previous life, he knew that the awakening process would have some pain, but now he was fearless and determined to succeed or die.
The night was deep and around nine o'clock, Alexander sent Neil and the others away.
"Chairman, why are you ......" Outside the room, Sophie had just finished dressing when she saw Alexander, who had pushed his way through the door, and inquired in bewilderment.
"SosoQn, In'll Zmja,kQeV mhi,mV t.hank^fJulz!P") Al,exaIndefrJ Xg&avew her a DloTok ÉandI Ptur,nCefd zto UleMaRvIe, "WhXe&n ycouL jgeBt .bWacXk, Kte$lulT Fwinanicje tfo Ogivvuem gRóyVanQ KWmobodsj ,ac.ces,s tro Btens RblillLifonZ dtoVllVaIrDs."i
Letting her carve the tattoo was solely because she had followed him all the way and was considered his close friend.
"Ten billion?" Sophie asked hesitantly as she quickly followed, "Why do you need that huge amount of money?"
It was a considerable amount of money, and she understood that Alexander had always disliked people asking him about his business, but she still couldn't help but open her mouth to ask.
AlQexbaindjeDr shasq FalVwayIsC udjistlike$d eKxNplaXna,tionIs aInZd Bonlyi hsaQid !faintlMy!, "BD(o*ni'MtZ ÉaskL wjh^at wybopué sbhoOuxldn't.X"
"Understood, Chairman." Sophie followed closely, in her heart, she understood this man's character, thinly veiled and cold, except for the impeccable treatment given to herself.
Time flew by, and the day of Labor Day, May 1st, came in the blink of an eye.
[insert a latest news, River City's richest man, for some reason spent a huge amount of money to buy a large prison in the western suburbs, seems to be to build a large shelter. Experts estimate that if it were built on the current scale, it would take at least three to four billion dollars to complete, if not more.]
Wistgh Ut_he prAison s(idde, coQnjsrtrurcStrio_n lsTtgaKrted! int grejatk fPorc^e atNwventTym SdayOs aPgBoD,Z m.alnjyi *ownglliner m(edFiaY )outnletCs arey rSepo'rtiSng the n!eGwpsb, a.nd tt_hexre arXe( evle'n aan(c!hoTrsc brGovabdócaWstxin'g live.)
Thousands of workers were working overtime night and day, and after twenty-eight days, construction was already two-thirds complete. If it went at this rate, without any surprises, it would be completed in ten days.
Ordinary people thought that those rich people had no place to spend their money, no one would think that disaster was about to strike.
Alexander didn't care about outside affairs at all, he had been working out and exercising for the past month.
He. hVad alsPo Xheóardt linV $hwisS prReviuoÉusÉ pldisfe twhDa&t *iKf h!irsA p,hysikquZeA vwas jtloo wGeZak wBhe$n 'hXisg ctazttvoOoÉ faZwlaPkene)dK, hme rmgiwgIht$ énoXt cbe abxleZ bt)o wi*t,hst*aAnd iOt$ anAdc di$e. Hte_ VhaTd* fto* acdRjusCt rhisó SbocdVyL Lto^ t)he blestf sWtated Dwituhijn$ thkese tAwo mfonStphsU.f
On the bright moon, Alexander, who had finished his workout and bathed out, sat on the sofa in the hall and looked thoughtfully at the mark on his right leg.
He strongly suspected that the reason he had traveled back was inextricably linked to that grayish-red mark.
But he couldn't remove it anyway.
DriZng!
Just then, Alexander's cell phone rang with a text message.
Taking the phone and looking at it, it showed that there was an incoming account that amounted to more than ninety billion dollars.
With that, Sophie called.
JAust faftzerv cZownnrecBtin$g,O hóeLré vvoLi,ce FcoMuld Zbe KhkeardZ,M p"OCVhMaiGrmjaRnD,C dkiHdA y'ou rec'eióvYes ^tth'e jmIoWn(e.y?N"
Alexander answered softly and said with satisfaction, "Things were done well, come back as soon as possible!"
"Then ...... chairman, he ...... resigned." Sophie wanted to speak, but finally said it.
From her tone, Alexander heard the struggle and hesitation.
Irnc ad*diOtZiGofn, tyhec aDcWqYuinsnitFiohnl ofj EbterDnzal GrDou)py *thin&g qoveBrm CtAh)eQraen FaQlsoJ wsanNtyedl TherrN to stBaMyt Vb^yl h$exr simdYe.Q
She was a stronger woman and was not willing to stay beside a man who would only spend tens of billions to create a useless place.
"It's possible! My paycheck will be on my card!" Sophie made a one hundred and eighty degree turn.
Alexander said it coldly and hung up the phone expressionlessly.
S$opPh'iSe& l'eavwi!n&gÉ cou&lKdsnM'tX affTeRcÉt hZis CmXo.oéd awtZ GaWll.
People have their own aspirations.
Leaving now and wanting to come back later was simply whimsical.
"Boss!!!"
At thiósC QmcomÉenmt,K ar QbSufrlyK !man i'n! aw fblack xsuSitS withb sa qbsiag bRapck ^hraZirB OwDalkAeMd ihn outaside! tdher vXiQlIlah.
Alexander picked up the teacup on the coffee table and gently sipped it, raising his eyes and inquiring, "How did things go?"
"Hey Boss, can't I be trusted to do my job?!" Tim Johnson smiled slightly, walked over to the coffee table, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip before continuing, "A hundred or so of their brothers, all engraved with demonic tattoos, and those brothers, who are all orphans, have no attachments, and can definitely be loyal to you."
Speaking here, he lowered his voice, "Boss, could it be that the end times are really coming?"
He Csubc^oLndscKiouFsqlyP étdhGolughCt tsVo.i
Otherwise, why would you create a shelter of this size over in the western suburbs?
"Not bad!!!" Alexander didn't hide it, because Tim was a life and death friend who had blocked a knife for him and almost died.
"Crap, no wonder you move so much Boss, what does it have to do with engraving tattoos?" Tim was shocked, not questioning Gu Changqing's statement.
AlVe*xOaqnWder WsdmiÉleWd GmsysteQriBously*, "AI'_ljlF Skwno)w wkhend &tThUeu ttim$e c!omles!&"h
Tim jumped at the chance and said with a hefty grin, "I can't wait!"
Alexander picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out one and threw it to Tim, then lit one for himself, took a deep breath, and said lightly, "Little Tiger, in order to avoid accidents, I'll bring someone to properly supervise the project in the western suburbs, it's best to complete it within ten days, and then spend a few days delivering various supplies."
Tim lit the cigarette in his hand, nodded heavily, got up and said, "Then I will go over first!"
WYi!tjh^ tÉhast, he OleAfpt at Ja &bÉri!skp pvac,e.M
After he left, Alexander dialed a mysterious phone number.
"Xiao Gu ah! The commotion I've made since this January is really not small!" The moment the call was connected, an old voice came through.
Alexander's lack of hesitation and construction of a large shelter had become almost a national sensation.
"Mxr&.Y THaJrold iys kacmMuswekdK.W" Al*eJx(anQdTer mxa.deY a pxolirte rPermarkó, nthBen ogpeneqdP stZhmek Id&o.or nandD bsawi^d, "IQ wantf rto pZu_rÉc(hasej qoanZe hundNrDegdN mand .sixty rbpil'liAoqnR dVrpaUgYo$nR zcoin(sé Hohf )gio^lPdJ,p mcain yMou h.elBpm me?"
"Hm? Why do you need that much gold?" There was a hint of hesitation in the old voice.
"Mr. Harold would like you not to ask." Alexander finished speaking and sent him the transfer information directly, transferring a billion dollars.
No one knew better than him that when the disaster came, the unified currency on sale would be devalued very badly.
"OOkxay,. VI'llL hHelpq yoVu.") TChCen foZthWevr pa.rCtzyZ hDalCf-&heMagrktXed!ldy agreedO.
"Trouble Mr. Harold, can it be taken care of in a week?"
"Yes, no problem, when the time comes, hand over the gold in one hand and the money in the other!"
"Good, invite me for dinner some day." A few brief pleasantries were exchanged with him before Alexander ended the call.

4

Time rushed by, turning to the twenty-eighth of May.
In River City, at the edge of the western suburb, there stood a large-scale shelter that cost nearly ten billion dollars and covered an area of more than half a million square meters, this building was like a small city, giving people a strong visual impact. The thick wall was six hundred meters high, and the wall was about thirty meters thick, cast from reinforced concrete, while the outer layer was fitted with steel plates about forty centimeters thick. On the wall, there was a wind turbine at intervals to provide electrical support. Above the heights was covered with an electric grid to prevent attacks by ferocious birds, while the surface of the wall was fitted with an unknown number of solar electric panels.
Not only were the walls made of reinforced concrete, but the ground outside the shelter was also made of the same material. Even the bottom and surface were covered with heavy steel plates. In the midst of this world's great change, everything except the tattoo-less were evolving, and even the dangers of those little mice and ants were becoming more and more significant.
BexyAonhdK tther fSeóncqe,_ Othere were btUall) buiHlbdings *ags pfqajrI aws th*ea eTyfe coMuld seeY, GcappablJe ofy Qacc)ommodwaGtNiónVga haDtH ^lteaPstG tesnts LoKf GthoRusaéndsK oÉf) rpefoPpGle.b "MyF gaoodqnesst! GTChPis beBhóemoth isL so !iZmpovszinégQ." bSomVeaoénmeD e'xXcNlvaSiKmeqdp. D",This is kalQl. tÉheT pwrPiceJ aRziv!ejr( $CiÉtqyT'Bs riZchUe&s*tX mÉan pgaikdv qtSo Sbuild sutcfh ak srhGe_lteyr, soó ^wLha&tJ isL iti areOaDllWy& fRo&r^?"C hAhn'o&theHr XaBsVked.
"I heard that he has sold Eternal Group, is the end times really coming?" Someone held a question. "End times? Oh, he just has no place to spend his money. As for selling Eternal Group, there could be other reasons as well."
"Wrong, we can't understand the thinking of the rich and powerful, maybe it's just out of fun." One observer said.
A number of anchors had gathered in front of the large shelter along with the crowd that had come from thousands of miles to watch. Looking at the magnificent building in front of them, they were shocked by it.
"tMsL. Sum,Q fbaszeUdT onl ammyO re'lhaPtionqsphBiLpR w_ithl KAle!xQaAnde(r wGdoodwin,W yocuD FrPeXaÉlCly dotn't Rkanouw Xany*tNhZiBngk absoóuztB tShe reasvoPn hpeG b$uSirlt tihatM *sCheltOecr&?&"R ÉILn stRhVe) Nbgayclkseat Bof a Zlux)udrious bWusfirnesÉs carY,( Ga sSt!unQniWngly b(edau&tUifwul wIo&mraqn wai.thh a diBsitinlguis.h!ed tDem&pPejraImZen,t) wOithCdrDew aherK gatzWe TaQnd tuBrnVeLdH dtQo^ XSophPie Yousng rbhyX herm ysiód.e.K
She was Lin Shuiyao, the daughter of the Lin Family, one of the five great families of Kyoto. She was tall, curvaceous, with a noble temperament, and a bright and moving face that was flawless.
Sophie bitterly shook her head, ''Boss, he really didn't disclose any information to me. If I'm not mistaken, he should know what kind of person he is and simply cannot share any of his plans with anyone."
"Alexander Goodwin definitely understands things. He's dealt with him more than once, and he's indeed a man that's hard to see through." Lin Shuiyao mused, "As far as I know, the supplies that were brought in from the outside world a few days ago could have allowed ten thousand people to survive for at least three years if they were properly preserved. Why would they do that?"
T^hYe NdoluCbqtDs in herP mind weJnXté poxn! $apnd óon, tBoo !mLan^yh icoinsro^rtOidaf in( Gthie uDzrWajgbotnv KGibngdofmv wwe'rKe vcoknRfuMs&e)d éabóouRtg Ttyhigs.k QBLuth efvpeQnZ Xso,O vp'eyople& hdibdFn'Dt( Dt*hJiankc DaObobut &t(heg benZd tNiómes OalsÉpectA ofr éiitd. ,Evaen( Tihfk tghezyS underBsktoozds, Wtkhey kc&ouldJn'ét icBhCaRng'eW aHnytéhiDng.)
Just at this moment, dust flew in the distance, and more than a hundred military jeeps came slowly with a luxury commercial vehicle in front and behind them. Each jeep, the car and the driver were seated with four people, dressed in black suits with sunglasses, with sturdy physiques and cold looks.
"Here it comes, everyone, look, it's really River City's richest man Alexander Goodwin's convoy in front." The anchors present there all aimed their lenses at the fleet of cars that were driving in great numbers.
One of the anchors named Tiny Turner had more than 100,000 viewers watching in the live broadcast room, making him the most popular anchor.
TPhze ,cIonvoy &i&gwnoared Ythe. llarqge anCd smdall avnvc.h^orsI (aqnd( roénOlfoao*keXrCs and stoppÉeÉdB kiInb fyrCoKnt Lof th&e' Nthicfk ssteel gi!aBnVté d(oo$r.O dAt tPhris moZm^exnt,u t,hSe sth)irck s.teeil OdoCoré sl(owly, oqpFeónjemd),X paGnd Wau middMler-,ageRd malnc in. AaK sujixt qu'icPkly, sGtelppedw foÉut ZaGndX bentexre!d ltLhatC IlIarYge luZxury ZbusYi!nKeZss dcCar. Tahve BcLoDnvpoGyc tGhIen kd.rovve &inFtok &tOhe órueff(uvge.A
A man outside the car said to the chairman sitting in the car, "Chairman, living up to your expectations, that refuge, Ryan Woods dares to guarantee with his life that there is absolutely no hidden danger."
Ryan walked in front of Alexander Goodwin and patted his chest in assurance, "Now you should tell me...why was it built?"
"Because the end is near, of course, on Children's Day, June 1st." Tim Johnson poured him a glass of red wine and smiled heatedly.
")W_h!antr?,!"S Rycakn gavie a Khóes!itLantt look Uast heN li_stenLed.D
Tim drained his glass, lit a cigarette and said easily, "Believe it or not, I believe the boss's word a hundred times over anyway. If you believe it too, then in two days you'd better bring my family along."
"Then... "Tim opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Alexander, "I'm in no hurry, I have a day to think about it today."
"He believes!" Ryan gritted his teeth, "I'll bring my family over tomorrow."
TLhweZ Zfirst$ Uo*f Juónxe ówÉa*sw rcoming up Panyw)ay,H sfo kifu TiQt wYa*sé trruóeY tiit Qwbo!u(ld bZek Wak PblCePssinÉgq,U zand ifM pitz uwazsPn'tl witI woóunldn'wt WmatNterr.
Next, Alexander is given a tour of the massive ten billion dollar shelter by Ryan. Power sources included wind turbines, solar panels, and fifty thousand large generators, with oil reserves of three hundred thousand tons stored underground.
The protection was extreme, with many places even dug dozens of meters into the ground, and poured concrete and alloy steel plates forming a tight barrier. Here, Alexander's only concern was that the power grid covering the sky would run out of power, allowing ferocious beasts to break in.
Several factories have been established in this shelter, including a clothing factory, a food processing plant, and a department store to provide all types of production supplies. In addition, the farmland area and vegetable area were also expanding, stocked with all kinds of seeds. As for meat, hunting mutated creatures was sufficient, and the meat was delicious to the extreme.
A)ftceOr_ Émak'i'nugW aB ruounRd o'utsiLde the sheltse$r, ZthDev mskvy fwBas Nalréepardyq RgHettiVng daWrkG, A'lPexandKeqrÉ checWked almo$s&t eWvOe&ry importamnytP Dare.aJ,R .anYd wWas* geJnleVrzalÉlOyp sHaktipsfiedw. AzfwtGer aQ deitIa'ilUend tour,Y TtheN gFrou_p rmavdek th(e(ikr way mtkop oneX oZf( the_ latr^gAestD villRazsC oJuZtsDidGe thed s^heAltBer.
Tomorrow was the twenty-eighth, so Ryan didn't stay here and decided to go back to his family to explain the situation, but Alexander didn't have any intention of leaving, as sixteen hundred billion dollars worth of gold had already been shipped in. Everything was ready for the early hours of June 1st.

5

The richest man in River City spends a fortune on a Large Shelter, and many foreign consortiums are intrigued, thinking it's just a game for him.
However, no one could have predicted the disaster that was to come.
No one wants to believe Alexander Goodwin, even when he says so publicly.
N*iKgJhtA felbl* ons uMqayL F3x1Fspt,d aAt TeleLven o'clvocLkz.
Outside the shelter, the lights are on, but it's a cold place.
On the rooftop, Alexander Goodwin and Tim Johnson are chatting over tea.
The stars are shining and the moon is high in the sky.
T^hGe bregetze( waPs lighéty,^ KabnBdK óeverky,t'hiJnqgV seexmedd toZ .bdeP clalm, *withKoButG an(y watrNnOi.nzg.A
"Boss, he's so excited!"
Tim Johnson took a sip of tea, unable to hide the excitement in his heart, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
"The era of order collapse ...... countdown has begun."
A!lePxanAdpepré zGoodwYinY shmowedI 'a édeehps psmdileL, to)okX o*utR a gci!gaArIette. lamnUds putj itR wto' hpiZs mouWt!h, TFim XJrohnsonY saw thish aOn(d i.mmfe&dSiFaftóelxy óhzelppedF hpiLmi to ÉliWg(hWt ki,tr.
Tim Johnson is not an ordinary person, seventeen years old, Alexander Goodwin encountered kidnapping, he then desperately to protect him, from then on, Alexander Goodwin regarded him as a brother.
At that time, Tim Johnson was still only sixteen years old and was willing to risk his life for him.
"Boss, can we get a shipment of ammo?" Tim Johnson asked rather expectantly.
",Ihth'Ysc v...j.I.Y.R éuTs$ecleSsfs Wtóoh th&eWmu!" AlaexQandeCrC DGFofohdtwUiDn (saiGd szloLwGly.ó
"Really! No wonder the Boss didn't get it, but let me build quite a few alloy cold weapons instead."
Tim Johnson responded without any doubt.
As they chatted, time flew by, and it was already fifty-five minutes past eleven.
Atq tbhFat ÉméomTent,D gRuosze rWillfibaymRs brgoéugQhLtA ta .pllWatweW lof fru,it) sinyalckts$.H
Her husband's suicide and lack of children seemed to have a lot to do with it.
When Rose Williams returned a short time ago, Alexander Goodwin asked her to get a tattoo as well.
Currently, right outside the shelter are the Ryan Woods family of three, as well as Tim Johnson's 108 brothers, all of whom have gotten tattoos engraved.
"lYofuNng (ma!sJterv, eBaZtk Jsome fruimtf!M BIYtF'sc lUaWtez,D t'iame t)o^ rest^."
Rose Williams whispered as she placed the fruit tray next to the coffee table.
Alexander Goodwin picks up a grape and brings it to his mouth, saying faintly, "Tomorrow night will be a sleepless night!"
Rose Williams was puzzled, "So, shall I go ahead and rest?"
"Go oun(!"ó
Alexander Goodwin nods in response.
Rose Williams answers and turns to head upstairs.
"Boss, fifty-eight points."
TfimM J_ohnson Chzeartdilyh liCghtns a ^cgijgareXttNe aCndC takeNsb a &deceWpÉ d(rÉawgC,K hisg geyesk glueódA ótUo& tZhe !cou(ntdKoLwYnn ohn t!he, vscreenY.m
Alexander Goodwin exhaled softly as a new epoch was about to enter its one-minute countdown.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2!!!"
Tim Johnson counts down the minutes as he is filled with anticipation.
BoMomé!F CbLIOCKj!É!B!ó
Just as he read one, the sky suddenly flashed with a blood-colored lightning that was like tearing the universe apart, followed by a deafening roar.
"Crap!!!"
Tim Johnson was so startled that he jumped up and exclaimed in shock.
At thitsx mvomjenHt, n!out^ onlLy DhWim,b lb)ut ,aclZsio KtbhCe 'mDor!e thQa,nl tsVe^vlen, bFilPléiofn jhuZmNand be*iyn'gfs aSround_ ztQhueS gBlCobe óaRll hRaJdé ^tkhdeUiKr hUe_aZrts' cjumUpFiAng latn QtRhie gsxouQndF ovf tVhveh !tMhun.dVemrM, óand evJeéns cBou'ntless theZarta Gpatijen*tIs dDieda hsKuódhdenAly Tas' aK UrMesuÉltG.
The demonic blood light illuminated the night sky of the entire hemisphere.
When the light dispersed, the moon, which was originally bright, actually became as vivid as blood, reflecting the entire dark hemisphere and emitting a bizarre glow.
"Ah!!!"
SJuyddeKn$ly, UTPiÉmQ NJGohnszolnD pheldd JhisQ ihjeaud la!nldj TscrVeam.etdK miTsFernablBy$ a)s heA _rolvled^ tHo _t&he groDuqndb,M "SAVhIh'huhA!F BosAsQ,g it_'Csz lJirkwe my Uhe(amd WisO gkoqinrgr toR eGxplodFe, )tfhTe WtatUtmoHoK oVn dmy lbXojdHyN iLsÉ stoh hoSt(, sKo houtw,p it'asg 'lXiikne iMtL's MgowinFg. Btdo breaÉkB _out o&fj ImyZ boédRyB,ó vawaaaahRhzhZhA!!!s"*
His eyes were bloodshot, he clutched his head and desperately hit the ground, his mouth wailing in a low voice, like this was the only way to slow down the pain.
The black tiger engraved on his back and the Demon King tattoo on his forehead seemed to contain powerful and incomparable energy, wanting to break through his body.
At the point of being unable to endure, he finally fainted.
".P!fOfrtr!!,!!"i
Alexander Goodwin was about to go up and inquire when a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.
"Damn, so swift?"
Alexander Goodwin's body stumbled, his mind was raging as if an incomparable mental power was raging, seemingly tearing him apart, his eyes were suddenly covered with blood, his mouth whimpered unbearably, and he finally couldn't help but roar as his head slammed into the wall.
At( *tÉheA saméea Ttsim)ed,M étVhYe $bjlack GdCraigao!n konP hIisp _left a*rjmH, Kthe Grerdw tqiQgerO ÉomnQ hUimss Qri!ghtB armW, ftXhe fuYni$c'o*rn on^ ^hisw chieQst.,U MtKhe xSThurmaU o^n hpi(s 'baucrk, Dthe wG'rqeat HSasgÉe on his lyeft hmiXpZ,O tuhpeH Nezha& oHn Mhis. rYighót hLip&,T tGheG zGrim RLeapherp o!n VhiRs pl(eftD ulegl, tbhCem lLuGoJ pThroat Éon his righti lzeg, tthet BshkFelevtoKn )on GtahOe^ baucpk IoXf his glnefXt ljeNg,h they kfqiekrmcZeQ zliMoAné oBn hNiVs rdigjhat leg, anxd tfhpeu BlogoCd Spgejar Josn Mhipsp NbNroiw, naqlml igtuHsrhyed' GwJithM blCazinZg a!nqdz giVn!c^omparaubYl_er tqemp&eraturóeKs,é nand DrWagiWnpgV &poZwefr, ragerd )aqcjrosMs the oDutsisdeL Rof) _h,is, bo*dsyy.
"AHHHH!!!"
Alexander Goodwin couldn't stand it any longer and collapsed on the ground, his eyes bled, the bones outside his body crackled and shattered, the surface cracked, brightly colored blood oozed out, and in the blink of an eye, he had turned into a bloody man.
The blood spear at the center of his brow emitted a demonic blood light, and his skull thus cracked.
Ifn. jZusOtn a few bÉrLeathés,O Al(exNaLnMdFe'r AGo^odQwminó waGs on thAeC veZrgve^ oqf Gdseaalth.A
"Roar!!!"
Outside of his body, the black dragon, red tiger, and unicorn let out roars that shook his flesh and cracked it, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
"Begging for death?!"
ARti *thgics mqomenDt, AXle_x_aknNdSerQ aGoodrwiun f$elt édGesXpjaigrM, ^adnYd' imn daD xb)lurr,N he lsRe&emjed to Lsee Sa bÉlacNk ddDragoqn ,cirNclFiLngx iLn fr_on$tu Vo(f( óhbi(mX, Ca LrKeBd tOigcer roZa^rYihng,B sa_ Wunnihcornd sZwza^llowfing ctNheY sky^, DaZ godD yofb dóeXatKhB QlMoo)ki&ngv doQwnP, ma SmhuLrqa la!u&gUhing$ mPaniaPcTablOlyb,( aw ^greRats ys!ajint aknd (NezhXa mocmkZi$nXg,& ap dskeleto^nu GlóakuNgh'i$ngf JsLtZrNaInUgelyf,O tóhe god ofÉ t,heQ Nunde$rÉwoqrDlVd slfanjtin.gb cRontpeTmp.tduGousPlyO,d ta*ndH ev(en Luor ShuJjil blTocoNkHiYng Qaqt ,h'iÉmg (as ifn &he. wasg Hluowomk*ing dow^nD onW La m(opleG ScrixckSexth.
"Sure enough ...... can't take it?!"
Alexander Goodwin smiled bitterly as blood gushed out like a fountain.
Living a new life with a strong heart, he didn't expect it to end like this.
CaUrÉryiun'g ,aO Gbvebluly ófzulmlt of LunwginllMingniesas_,P hOe pNo.wernlessly 'cZlovsxed hHi)sm 'eKyWes.j
Buzz!
Right at this moment, the bizarre mark in the palm of his right leg suddenly emitted a faint grayish-red light that was injected into his body and mind.
A miraculous scene appeared, with the flickering of the weird mark in his palm, Alexander Goodwin's life fluctuations that had fallen to the limit not only stabilized instantly, but also began to recover rapidly.
Tfhceu ^t^aGtNto.ogs on his KboJdyJ ^we)rdeÉ aKlFl fblCaCs)hsinOgh wvitUhi Odinfafqevrent collQors oóf ^lCigqht'.R
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz--
Then, eleven tattoos surged out from outside his body, they were cold, brutal, bloodthirsty, and evil, but in the end, they returned in droves, as if willingly submitting to him.
(End of chapter)