I Possess the SSS Skill: Future Sight-Chapter 42: A Third Request

— Kyle Valter’s POV —

"Hah?"

That single word, made of just three letters, slipping from Valisera’s trembling lips, was enough to stop the rotation of the Earth—if we had been on it.

It wasn’t a scoff. Nor was it mocking.

It was a pure gasp of shock, stripped of all her usual coldness.

Her crimson eyes, which moments ago had been watching bones being crushed as if it were a dull stage performance, widened in disbelief that froze every feature on her face.

"Saint Hilarius Hospital?" Valisera repeated the name, her voice coming out faint, as if choking on the syllables.

She took another step back in the purple void, her terrifying aura flickering and wavering like a flame in a storm.

"The hospital at the heart of the Middle Sector? In the middle of the city?! What the hell are you talking about, Kyle?!"

She suddenly lunged at me, grabbing the collar of my torn, blood-soaked coat with a force that nearly lifted me off the ground.

Her face was inches from mine, her cold breath striking my shattered mask.

"Do you realize what you’re saying? Do you even know who Saint Hilarius is?!" she shouted, losing every trace of composure.

"He’s not just a doctor, nor merely a hospital director! He’s one of the living pillars of Elysium! One of the very few on this planet who have broken into Rank S+! A man who stands on equal footing with Alexander Vance—perhaps even surpassing him in medical influence! Are you telling me that this man... this symbol... is a front for the Voliders?!"

I swallowed with difficulty. Her proximity was suffocating, but I held her gaze steady.

"I’m not saying he’s the Volider himself, nor that he knows everything," I replied hoarsely, slowly pushing her hands away from my neck.

"But I saw the front in Marcus’s memories! I saw the shipments, and the hidden vaults beneath that pristine white medical structure! They’re using the hospital as a back-alley slaughterhouse and a distribution hub for human experiments!"

Valisera released me and began pacing across the black glass floor like a caged beast.

She rubbed her temples hard, her intelligence-driven mind dissecting the disaster.

"That place... houses hundreds of thousands of people every day!"

she said, shaking her head with restrained hysteria.

"Patients, high-ranking doctors, visitors, and heavily armed security from the major guilds! It’s crowded twenty-four hours a day! We can’t just send in a raid squad! And we can’t evacuate them either—because they’ll know instantly we’re coming, and they’ll erase all evidence, or worse... turn hundreds of thousands of civilians into hostages or monstrosities in a second!"

"That’s why I told you Alpha Squad alone is suicide," I added coldly, regaining control.

"My intel is accurate—I swear it on my life. We can’t storm the place tonight, or tomorrow. You’ll need a full week. A week to gather intelligence, plan infiltration, and find a way to isolate or neutralize Hilarius without triggering panic across the entire city."

Valisera stopped pacing.

She stood with her back to me, staring into the rippling purple void.

Silence stretched so long I could hear the sound of Thorn’s blood dripping from his cube-like body in the distance.

"A week..." she muttered at last, her voice regaining some of its lethal coldness.

She turned slowly, a sick, exhausted, slightly insane smile forming on her lips.

"I’ll try. I’ll turn the intelligence division upside down in that week. I’ll have to play with a lot of dirty cards with Kerion and Alexander."

"Great," I said, feeling some relief after dropping that ticking bomb into her hands.

Then, with the utmost stupidity and audacity the Black Joker could muster, I cleared my throat and added:

"By the way... did I mention it was two requests? Actually... it’s three."

The air froze. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The temperature in the void dropped below zero in a fraction of a second.

Valisera turned to face me fully.

The look she gave me wasn’t anger—it was something worse.

A killing gaze. Black. Erasing.

A look that said: Say one more word, and I will skin you, fry it, and feed it back to you.

Her crimson eyes burned like twin embers at the bottom of hell.

I raised both hands immediately in surrender, cold sweat washing down my back.

"Relax! Please relax! It’s a very simple request!"

I took a step back and rushed my words before she decided to turn me into ash:

"I want us to bring ’Zack’ with us. My friend. He’s a strong Rank B, with analytical and tracking skills we might need. He trusts me—and I can control him."

Valisera tilted her head, the killing intent in her eyes fading slightly, replaced with biting sarcasm.

"Friend? You have friends?" she scoffed, then waved dismissively.

"Another Rank B? As if I’m collecting sector trash. Perhaps... I’ll consider it. If our hospital mission succeeds and we don’t all end up as Volider food, I’ll look into this so-called Zack’s file."

I exhaled in relief.

I had brought up Zack for two reasons: I needed an ally who trusted me in this chaos... and I needed to get him off the Lower Sector streets before they turned into a slaughterhouse.

"Now," Valisera said, gesturing with her chin toward Thorn, who was sinking into a pool of his own blood.

"Go. Pull his diseased memories before he takes his last breath."

I turned toward the shattered mass of flesh.

Thorn stared at me with bulging eyes.

He trembled—not from cold, but from absolute pain.

I approached him and drew my broken tactical knife.

"Rot in hell, you pig," I whispered, driving the blade with all my strength into his left eye, forcing it through the socket and deep into his brain.

Thorn’s cube-like body twitched once... then went completely still.

I waited for the surge.

I waited for the bloody film of his final memories, like what happened with Marcus.

I waited for names, faces, secret rooms, and codes.

I waited... and waited.

Then my eyes snapped open in disgusting shock.

Nothing.

I saw nothing.

All that flowed into my mind was white noise—random screams, pain... pure, unfiltered, nerve-tearing pain.

Flashes of black fissures opening in flesh, teeth being ripped from roots, boiling blood.

I pulled my hand back quickly, gasping, nausea twisting my stomach.

I looked at Thorn’s corpse, then at Valisera, who watched me coldly.

I understood.

I realized the disaster.

Memory extraction requires an intact brain.

A coherent neural network.

But Valisera, with her sadistic spatial torture—the fractures she opened inside his body, the absolute terror she inflicted—had literally destroyed his brain.

She had fried his neural cells with pain before he died.

Nothing remained in his mind but agony. His logical memories had been completely erased.

"That damned brat...!" I screamed internally, nearly tearing my hair out in rage.

She had cost me a treasure trove of information because of her sick sadism!

I gained nothing from Thorn except additional neural trauma!

"Finished?" Valisera asked lazily.

"Did you see anything useful?"

I swallowed my hatred and forced an exhausted expression.

"No. His mind was protected by an advanced encryption spell. The moment he died, the important memories burned away. But I saw enough to confirm the hospital’s location."

Another lie added to the mountain.

If I told her she was the one who destroyed his brain... she might destroy mine too.

"Good. The mission is over. We return to Elysium."

Valisera raised her hand and opened a purple spatial rift in the air, swallowing us all as we returned to the filthy reality.