Flash—
Brilliant light erupted inside the Hero League Headquarters' Spatial Transfer Chamber.
Four figures materialized instantly.
"I still feel dizzy…"
"That's because you drank too much."
Ignoring Seraphina Dawnshield, who looked moments away from throwing up, Aiden Cross strode straight out.
This spatial chamber was more than just a recall point for League members.
By spending sufficient energy points, it could project heroes instantly to any location within the Marvel world—the greater the distance, the higher the cost.
For a world-level hero organization, rapid-response capability was essential.
"Senior," Mash Shieldheart asked softly, "what happened?"
"Some freshly awakened monsters decided to knock on our door."
"Do you want me to eliminate those pests, my lord?" Ulric Cinder asked coldly.
"No need," Aiden Cross replied.
"Titan Valor and Gareth Ironblade should have already cleaned up most of them."
With Mash and Ulric following behind, Aiden Cross stepped onto the Hero League Observation Platform.
From here, events hundreds of miles away were clearly visible.
"Ahahaha—!"
Wild, unrestrained laughter echoed through the battlefield.
Every punch carried shockwaves capable of tearing through an entire city block.
Moving at speeds the naked eye couldn't track, a towering figure weaved effortlessly through hordes of grotesque Wolf-level and Tiger-level monsters.
Golden hair marked by two horn-like tufts.
A massive, muscular frame.
A smile brimming with absolute confidence.
Eight-pack abs, a red-white-blue combat suit, and an aura straight out of a Western comic book.
Standing 2.2 meters tall and weighing 255 kilograms, he radiated crushing pressure with every step.
The current A-Class First Seat of the Hero League—
The man known as the Symbol of Peace.
Titan Valor.
Within his body burned the legacy known as One For All—
a power passed down through generations, accumulating strength with each successor, growing more terrifying with every inheritance.
"Oklahoma—SMASH!"
Dozens of monsters attempted to restrain him at once.
Some latched onto his legs.
Others clung to his arms, his waist, his torso.
But in front of the Symbol of Peace—
Numbers meant nothing.
Titan Valor spun his body at extreme speed, forming a raging human tornado.
Wolf-level monsters were shredded instantly.
Tiger-level monsters were hurled hundreds of meters away by the shockwaves.
The entire area became a total vacuum zone.
"That's an absurd number," Aiden Cross muttered from the observation platform.
Monster Factors had only spread for a single month.
Yet over a thousand monsters had already gathered here.
No matter how one looked at it, this was abnormal.
Monster Factors alone weren't enough.
They required suitable vessels to activate.
In general, there were six known activation paths:
Humans mutating due to extreme emotions, obsessions, stress, or genetic anomalies.
Artificially modified monsters.
Non-human lifeforms mutating and becoming hostile to humanity.
Special intelligent species fundamentally different from humans.
Consumption of high-concentration Monster Cells.
Naturally born yokai and aberrant beings.
...
There were many paths—but only one month had passed.
This number alone represented nearly half of all monsters across the United States.
As if sensing something, Aiden Cross shifted his gaze to another direction.
"Justice stands with me!"
A towering figure clad in heavy, anti-magic armor strode forward, gripping a massive broadsword.
His presence was proud and dignified.
A warrior who always led from the front.
A protector of homeland and justice.
A man respected by allies and enemies alike.
The current B-Class First Seat of the Hero League—
Gareth Ironblade, the Might of Demacia.
Before him stood nearly three hundred Wolf-level monsters and ten Tiger-level monsters.
Once the legion commander of the Demacian state on the Rune Continent, Gareth possessed power rivaling the peak of Demon-level threats.
"Everyone together!"
"Swarm him!"
"Bury him with numbers!"
"Charge!"
With frenzied howls, the monsters surged forward.
But to Gareth—
a veteran of endless battlefields—
This number was nothing.
His massive hands tightened around the broadsword.
His eyes burned with unwavering resolve.
"Witness the power of Demacia!"
"Courage!"
His courage manifested as tangible defense.
A faint, translucent shield surfaced around his body—
Reducing all damage taken by 60% for five full minutes.
Heavy anti-magic armor.
A physique rivaling Demon-level monsters.
And an additional sixty percent damage reduction.
Gareth Ironblade became an unstoppable fortress.
"I will not falter!"
He raised his broadsword and began to spin.
Charging straight into the monster ranks, he transformed into a living blade storm.
Everything he touched was shredded.
Bones.
Organs.
Blood.
They sprayed in all directions.
Screams of agony filled the battlefield.
Against this immovable tank—
The monsters were utterly helpless.
They couldn't even break his defense.
--------------------------------------------------
Read Chapters ahead: [email protected] / KaiOynx