I Possess the SSS Skill: Future Sight-Chapter 67: Six People

The air inside the carriage became so heavy that I dropped to my knees, unable to withstand the pressure—far beyond anything I had felt in Kaiser’s meeting hall.

Aaaargh! What is this?! What are you doing, you cursed vessel?!

The scream of the cosmic entity echoed inside Valisera’s mind.

The entity was being suppressed! The pure life force of the elixir was surrounding it, pushing it into the deepest, darkest corner of her consciousness, binding it with chains of Eitra light!

After one minute that felt like a thousand years of torment... the screaming stopped.

The glow of her veins faded.

The atmospheric pressure receded suddenly.

Valisera stood.

She was breathing steadily now. Her chest rose and fell in calm rhythm.

I looked at her—and couldn’t hide my awe... or my fear.

She was no longer the broken girl bleeding in the sewers.

She had been reborn.

Her skin returned to its cold, porcelain clarity.

Her wounds had vanished completely—without a single scar.

Her posture was upright, majestic, radiating an overwhelming power that could not be challenged.

Her crimson eyes shone with pure, cosmic coldness—free of any inner conflict. The entity within her had been silenced. She was now the sole ruler of her body.

She looked like a war-bound Supreme who had just descended from a cursed sky.

She raised her hand—and with a simple motion, folded space around the blood and filth covering her clothes, erasing them entirely, restoring them to a pristine, elegant, and terrifying state—just like the first time I saw her.

She turned to me, looking down, a confident, arrogant, dangerous smile adorning her lips.

"Did you enjoy the show, Shadow Boy?" she said in a soft, velvety voice that concealed the threat of continental annihilation beneath it.

"The time for bleeding is over. Now... the counter-harvest begins."

Valisera stepped out of the carriage.

I followed her in silence.

When Alpha Squad saw her, they all stopped preparing their weapons.

Jaws dropped. Eyes widened.

They looked at her as if witnessing a divine being.

The aura surrounding her restored every fragment of their shattered confidence and pride.

Their invincible commander had returned.

"Assemble," Valisera ordered coldly.

All six of us—Valisera, myself, Eva, Damian, Sia, and Zack—gathered around a holographic planning table Zack had activated.

The table displayed a pale-blue 3D model of Saint Ilarios Hospital.

"The hospital’s front façade," Zack began, adjusting his glasses with a trembling hand, "is protected by an A-rank Eitra air-defense system. We can’t approach from above. The upper floors are for civilian patients—thousands of them. Security there is armed, but they’re just a façade."

Zack flipped the holographic model upside down.

"The real problem is here," he said, swallowing hard.

"Beneath the hospital, there’s a vault system that doesn’t appear in any government records. It goes down seven underground levels. The seventh floor... is what they call the ’Purification Slaughterhouse.’ To reach it, we’ll need to breach three steel doors designed to withstand nuclear blasts, bypass a network of genetically modified mercenaries... and likely face unleashed experiments acting as guard hounds."

"The plan is simple," Valisera said, leaning on the table, looking each of us in the eye.

"We are not a rescue squad. We are an execution squad. We won’t sneak in like rats."

Eva’s eyes widened. "What do you mean, my lady?"

"I mean we storm the front gate," Valisera said, smiling with pure sadism.

"We enter through the main lobby. We let them see us. We force them to concentrate all their forces above while we carve our way downward—floor by floor—killing anyone who carries a weapon, burning anyone who stands in our way, until we reach Saint Ilarios himself... and tear his heart out of his chest."

"This is absolute madness!" Aiden said in shock.

"We go through the front door?! That’s open war!"

"That’s exactly what we need," I said, my voice carrying the cold confidence of the Black Joker.

"If we sneak in, they’ll trap us in the vaults and wipe us out with gas. But if we hit them like a flood, we’ll throw them into chaos, force mistakes, and make Saint Ilarios reveal his hand to protect his slaughterhouse."

Damian grinned a bloody grin, raising his heavy weapon.

"I like it. I’m done hiding."

Sia wrapped her daggers around her waist and nodded silently.

Eva loaded her sniper rifle, her eyes burning with blind vengeance.

I looked at their faces.

They were no longer FBI agents.

No longer employees bound by laws or accountability.

The world had cast them aside—so they chose to abandon their humanity in return.

They had become a group of desperate killers, thirsty for blood, ready to burn the entire city to reclaim their dignity.

And I stood among them.

A thief who only wanted to survive... now leading a pack of wolves into the dragon’s jaws.

The Forgotten Blade within me pulsed with insane heat, sensing the coming death—starving for the feast.

"Zack, you’ll stay in the command vehicle two blocks away," Valisera ordered.

"Control the cameras. Open electronic doors for us. The rest... put on your masks and prepare. Our appointment with Saint Ilarios’ angels has come."

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[Two hours later — Central Sector — Main Entrance of Saint Ilarios Hospital]

It was four in the morning.

Darkness still shrouded the city of Elysium like a heavy shroud.

The rain had stopped, leaving behind a dense fog creeping over the asphalt like wandering ghosts.

We stood in the shadows, in an alley across from the hospital.

The massive building towered before us.

Its pristine white marble façade shimmered under floodlights.

Statues of angels pouring water into a fountain appeared to guard a sanctuary of purity and mercy.

Luxury ambulances stood neatly in place.

Security personnel in clean white suits stood at the automatic glass gates, smiling with quiet dignity.

A peaceful. Angelic. Perfect scene. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But the six of us knew the truth.

We could hear the screams of slaughtered souls echoing beneath that white marble.

We knew the angels at the front concealed the demons of the Voliders grinding children’s bones in the depths below.

Valisera stepped forward—out of the alley and onto the open asphalt street.

Her new white coat, stolen from the black market, fluttered behind her like the wings of a white raven.

Her crimson eyes glowed in the darkness like omens of doom.

Behind her stood Damian with his heavy armor and twin machine gun.

Eva with her rifle aimed forward.

Sia with her poisoned daggers.

Aiden with his holographic gloves.

And me—the Black Joker—drawing my magnum pistols, summoning the specter of the Forgotten Blade in my right hand.

Six people.

Six outlaws.

Against an entire army, a cosmic slaughterhouse, and an S+ rank ruler.

"Open the gates of hell," Valisera whispered—her calm voice splitting the silence of the night like thunder.

And we walked... with steady, measured steps—emerging from the darkness, straight toward the glowing glass doors of the hospital—

To begin the worst night in the history of Elysium.