I Possess the SSS Skill: Future Sight-Chapter 63: The Slaughterhouse of the Elite

Silence fell once more. A silence that precedes the red storm.

And suddenly...

Bzzzzz!

The sensors Zack had planted in the corridors began flashing red.

"They’re here," Zack whispered through the squad’s internal comms.

"A full tracking unit. Twelve agents, B+ and A- ranks. Moving in an assault formation. They have thermal drones with them."

"Zack, shut off all the lights in the eastern sector. Leave only the entrance illuminated," Valisera ordered calmly.

The remaining power in the station cut off with a sharp crack.

The place was swallowed by absolute darkness, broken only by a faint fluorescent glow illuminating the wide tunnel the agents had to cross to enter the hall.

The sound of heavy tactical boots began echoing in the water.

Synchronized, professional wading—producing nothing but faint splashes.

They appeared at the entrance.

They wore sealed helmets equipped with thermal and night-vision lenses glowing with a sinister green light.

Their rifles were raised, red lasers sweeping across the station walls.

"Primary target straight ahead," the squad leader whispered into his radio, but the echo carried his voice to their ears.

"It’s Valisera. Standing alone. I don’t see the others. Thermal armor operational."

Valisera stood in the only patch of light, her hands in the pockets of her torn coat. She did not move.

"Fire!" the leader ordered.

The moment they pulled the triggers—

"Now, Zack!" Valisera shouted.

Zack did not fire. Instead, he slammed his fist onto a rusted control switch he had wired into the power grid.

BOOOOOOOOM!

It wasn’t a fiery explosion—it was a hydraulic detonation!

A high-pressure water pipe, three meters in diameter, running directly above the assault team, had its valves deliberately blown!

Millions of gallons of stagnant groundwater, surging with steel-breaking pressure, crashed down like a nightmarish waterfall directly onto the agents’ formation!

The force of the water was so immense that it instantly crushed three agents against the concrete floor, shattering their armor and bones with a horrific, sickening "KRAAASH."

The torrent swept the others away like rag dolls, breaking their formation and short-circuiting their thermal systems with violent electrical failure.

"Now!" Damian roared.

From behind the concrete block, a stream of explosive rounds erupted.

Damian wasn’t aiming precisely—he was blanketing the area with suppressive fire.

The Eitra rounds struck the rushing water and detonated, turning droplets into lethal shrapnel.

Screams of agony filled the space as agents had their limbs torn apart.

Two agents managed to survive the cascade and climb toward a dry area, raising their rifles toward Damian.

But from the dark ceiling... silent death descended.

Sia dropped like a predatory bat directly onto the first agent’s shoulder.

Before he could comprehend what happened, she drove her dagger—coated in steel hound acid—straight into the flexible gap at the neck of his armor.

The corrosive acid dissolved flesh and tendons instantly.

A fountain of boiling blood burst from his neck as Sia twisted acrobatically, using the dying agent’s thigh as a launch point to leap toward the second agent—driving her other dagger through the visor of his helmet, piercing the skull into the brain.

The two agents collapsed into the water and blood.

Sia stood there, panting, a sadistic smile staining her angelic face red.

"Fall back! Fall back! It’s a trap!" the squad leader shouted, trying to crawl backward and regroup what remained of his men. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Only five were left.

"No one is falling back," Eva whispered from atop the crane.

BAM!

The armor-piercing sniper round tore through the air.

It didn’t hit the leader—it struck another agent attempting to throw a flare grenade.

The bullet entered his chest, exited his back, and penetrated another agent behind him.

The hydrostatic shock turned the first agent’s insides into a red slurry that burst out from his back like viscous mud.

Terror seized what remained of the killers.

They were elite, yes—but they were fighting wounded wolves inside a slaughterhouse designed by those wolves themselves.

One agent, driven by absolute desperation, aimed his weapon toward the dark corner where Aiden and Zack were hiding.

"I’m dying—but I’ll take scum with me!" the agent roared as he pulled the trigger.

In that bare instant, Kyle Valter intervened.

From his position in the darkness, unseen by anyone, Kyle focused his gaze on the agent’s "shadow" cast against the wall by the muzzle flashes.

Shadow Rend...

Kyle summoned the specter of the "Forgotten Blade." A savage icy pain struck the veins of his right hand—as if the sword was draining drops of his soul in exchange for its service.

Clenching his teeth, Kyle made a swift motion—plunging the invisible black Eitra blade into the arm of the agent’s shadow.

Swoooosh!

"AAAAAAARGH!"

The agent screamed in a shredded cry.

His physical arm—real, armored in titanium—split apart from the inside! Not an external cut, but flesh and bone tearing from within outward, as if a small bomb had detonated inside his veins.

The weapon flew into the air along with half of his severed arm, hot blood spraying across his horrified face.

He collapsed to the ground, writhing like a severed worm, bleeding out.

Eva, watching through her scope, blinked in shock.

She had seen the agent’s arm severed without anyone approaching him!

Impossible... Eva thought, her heartbeat accelerating. It happened again!

The same internal tearing that struck me! That struck Vargas! The Alpha hound! There is another entity interfering in the battle... or that recruit...

But there was no time to think.

The squad leader, clad in A-rank armor, realized his men had been annihilated.

Only he remained.

He rose with difficulty, throwing aside his empty rifle, and drew a broad Eitra blade glowing with white light.

He was panting, blood dripping from his partially shattered helmet.

He looked toward Valisera, who still stood in place—having not moved an inch since the massacre began.

"You’re a demon... command was right..." the leader spat blood onto the ground.

"But I’ll mount your head today."

He charged toward Valisera at tremendous speed, sword raised to split her in half.

Damian shouted, trying to stop him—but his machine gun was empty.

Sia was too far away.

Everyone held their breath.

Valisera was far too weak!

When the leader was two meters away, bringing down his blazing sword—

Valisera slowly raised her index finger, her crimson eyes burning with the cold of death.

"Kneel," she said in a quiet voice.