How could something like this ever become real—how could it stand before me now, in this very moment???
I remember my family clearly...Fragments of my past are still vivid...
My father was a vile man.He abandoned me when I was twelve…and later died among the ranks of this very army—a death fit for stray dogs.No one remembered him...
My mother, on the other hand, was kind.She was wonderful.She filled my life with warmth and light.
But nothing lasts forever...
She left me alone…to face this world by myself.No hand to hold.No shield to stand behind.
And yet…that solitude is what forged me.It made me strong enough to become who I am now.
I remember my adolescence—violent, reckless, empty.Until I finally yielded…to that voice...
That overwhelming presence...That face carrying the suffering of the entire world...That gaze—the kind that separates soul from body.
And still…he was the first to acknowledge me.
Unlike those fools—especially (Nero) and (Arus)...
They despised me.Looked at me as if I were a mistake this world never should have produced.As though I were someone's sin given flesh.
I suppose I cannot blame them.In the end… I am nothing...
A nameless man.Someone no one will remember—not my existence,not my face,not even my name.
I myself have forgotten it...
I convinced myself—and everyone around me—that this ridiculous number was the name given to me at birth.
I defended it desperately,never realizing it was a number not even worth remembering.
((Number 4)).
A meaningless number...A forgettable one...
People remember the winners at the summit—those in first place...They may even remember those who follow—the second...
Some might recall the persistent few chasing glory—those who remain within expectations,the third...
But the fourth??!
Does anyone ever remember the fourth?!?
No.
Even countdowns begin—or end—at three...
Yet I convinced myself it was special...That maybe… just maybe…someone would remember me for it...
"Oh, that man… the one whose name was a number."
How pitiful my ambition sounds now...
Yes… you are absolutely right...
The man standing before you now…is no one...
Just another man—lesser than others...
A failure no one will mourn.A fool who convinced himself he mattered.
A man" who no longer remembers his own name"...
So do not think that killing me nowwill summon vengeance...
No one will come for you...
Most will not even notice...
And the rest…will rejoice.
Those words—heavy with grief and resignation—passed through (Leo) as though they were nothing.
His focus lay elsewhere.
On getting the survivors out alive.
"Hey (Zack)," Leo said calmly..."I think you can stand...Help (Vail) and (Raym) get out—now."
His voice was filled with unwavering authority...
Zack staggered to his feet,helped Vail rise,and carried Raym with him...
(Number 4) watched without interference.
Leo's words had torn open something he had tried to bury—a fragility far deeper than he had ever shown.
Yet…he remembered his master.His commander.The only one who ever acknowledged him.
That memory reignited the final embers of his will.
"You've destroyed most of the prison," he muttered."The prisoners and guards have fled."
He laughed bitterly...
"This won't go unnoticed by the SI Army.Even if no one remembers me—this prison is (Nero)'s masterpiece."
"He will not stand idly by while his favorite creation is reduced to rubble."
"Unfortunately for you,""Nero will come here today."
"So I will delay you until he arrives.No one is leaving."
He flooded his barbed chain with darkness...Empowered by the strength he absorbed from (Gork),his attacks became wild, indiscriminate—sealing every exit.
He was no longer fighting to survive.He was fighting to stall.
Leo chuckled softly...
"So you want me to wait here…to greet another friend of yours???"
"How unfortunate."
"My schedule is tight.The Supreme Commander assigned me a task this evening—and I never arrive late."
Leo leapt skyward—as though he were flying...
Frozen lightning crackled around him.
Its color was different.
This was" Leo's lightning"...?!?Frozen lightning !!!...
With a single swing,he carved a path for the survivors.
Number 4 roared in fury.
Leo drew his weapon.
Zack and the others reached the exit.
Raym stirred—awakening as he felt that presence.
All eyes fixed on the same sight.
The Vice Commander (Leo)wielding a weapon of overwhelming aura.
The legendary weapon—
((Stormbreaker Spear)).
A golden spear adorned with blue edges,raised toward the heavens...
The structure itself groaned.
Number 4 staggered backward in terror.
"Y–You…!" he gasped."Do you intend to destroy everything?!?Nero will kill me!"
Leo looked down on him coldly.
"He won't..."
"I'll kill you first..."
Once Leo ensured the others had escaped,he charged.
The explosion erased the prison completely.
The sound echoed for kilometers.
Dust filled the air.
Leo exhaled calmly.
"I may have overdone it," he admitted."But one must never show mercy to the enemy."
A faint voice reached him.
Number 4—lying broken, dying.
"Y–You asked for my name… earlier…"
"I'm no longer interested," Leo replied."You are not worth remembering."
For the final time,Number 4 smiled.
So… no one will remember me...
I had hoped someone would—at least at my death...
But I know the truth...
I was nothing to anyone…
Except you, Commander…
Master (Magnum).
I'm sorry...