Here is the English translation, with all AI-tool references replaced and no asterisks used:
When Zak entered the wide elevator, he stood calmly in the center, the new armor gleaming under the harsh white lighting. He looked at his reflection on the polished metal walls and saw the fresh insignia on his shoulder—the small metallic wings—and the axe hanging on his back like an extension of his spine. A faint, rare smile crossed his lips—not exactly joy, but something closer to satisfaction mixed with defiance.
"Finally…" he whispered to himself.
He pressed the touch panel with his gauntleted finger. The heavy doors closed with perfect smoothness, and the elevator rose in near-silent acceleration, slicing through the deep underground levels toward the upper arena.
In the upper arena—that vast hall with its dark-tinted glass ceiling that completely concealed the base's location from satellites—Supreme Commander Chris stood alone in the center, gazing forward where the squads were forming up with military speed and precision. Thousands now, black-and-violet ranks stretching like a calm yet lethal sea.
On the thin combat visor of his glasses, a small transparent blue screen appeared in the right corner, tracking the ascending elevator. As the number approached zero, Zak's personal profile image flashed up, and data streamed directly across Chris's vision:
Zack Morve
Age: 24 years
Personal Details:
- Both parents deceased (suspicious car accident, 2017)
- One sister (married, living in Canada, no contact for 4 years)
- 7 failed marriage attempts (the most recent ended in betrayal two weeks before the wedding)
Abilities:
- Extremely high analytical intelligence (IQ 142)
- Master-level combat axe specialist (capable of cleaving titanium-grade armor in a single 0.7-second strike)
- Superhuman reaction speed (38% faster than average human)
- Exceptional skill in close-quarters aerial combat using Valkyrie wings
Missions:
- Total: 272
- Successful: 200
- Failed: 60 (most due to unauthorized solo decisions)
- Support role in: 12 (saved 47 teammates in missions considered lost causes)
Hobbies:
- Specialized monster-combat sport (three-time undefeated base champion)
- Reading (especially ancient philosophy and military history—prefers Nietzsche and Sun Tzu)
- Judo (black belt, third dan)
- Secret travel to abandoned archaeological sites (visited 18 restricted heritage locations across 5 continents)
Chris read every line at high speed, his gray eyes unblinking. The scar across his face stood out more sharply under the white light.
"Stubborn kid…" he muttered to himself. "But the best of his generation."
The elevator doors opened at the far end of the arena with a soft hiss. Zak stepped out with steady strides, his armor making a faint metallic clink with each step, the long axe swaying slightly behind him, wings folded but ready.
Every eye turned toward him for a brief second before snapping back to perfect discipline.
Zak walked straight to Chris and stopped three meters away. He raised his right hand to his forehead in a flawless military salute.
"Supreme Commander, sir. Recruit Zak—or Commander Zak now—reporting as ordered."
Chris turned slowly, studying him from head to toe as though reevaluating him.
"Welcome to the first line, Zak Morve," Chris said in his deep, calm voice. "Your promotion wasn't a gift. You earned it with violet and green blood, and with sixty failed missions that taught you more than the two hundred successful ones ever could."
This time Zak didn't smile. He remained silent, eyes locked on Chris's.
"Your team is ready. MS-28 Zero Zak is waiting for you. Your first mission as commander: the Red Point in the Algerian desert. The Great Old One is awakening there. You and your squad will go to investigate, assess, and if necessary… eliminate."
Chris paused for a moment, then took one step closer.
"Don't fail this time, Zak. Because failure now won't mean losing a mission. It will mean losing the entire surface world."
Zak nodded slowly.
"I won't fail, sir."
Chris extended his right hand, fist closed.
Zak raised his armored fist. The two collided with a quiet metallic clank.
"Long live the Hunters," Chris said.
"Forever," Zak replied.
Then Zak turned and walked toward the main gate, which had begun to glow blue. His new team, his massive heavy armor, and his first true test as a commander waited beyond it.
On the blue screen of Chris's visor, one word appeared against a green background:
Ready.
As Zak stepped through the main gate, which opened with a soft electronic hiss and a glowing blue light, a transparent screen flickered to life once more in front of his right eye—part of the augmented-reality system integrated into his helmet. It displayed the dossier of his newly assigned team, automatically compiled the moment his promotion took effect. The information flowed rapidly, like classified files being declassified for the first time, complete with personnel photos and detailed statistics for each member. Zak read it while walking with steady strides, feeling the new weight of responsibility settle heavily on his shoulders.
**Team ZAK-09 – Commander: Zack Morve**
1. **Sniper: Lia "Shadow" Varn**
Age: 26
Personal Details: Young widow; husband killed in a classified operation two years ago. Has a young child hidden in a safe refuge in the Alps. Grew up in the forests of Germany, trained in hunting since childhood.
Abilities: Expert long-range sniper (99.7% accuracy at 2 km), enhanced night vision via ocular implants, capable of near-perfect camouflage in any environment for extended periods. Uses single-shot anti-materiel rifles chambered for miniature nuclear rounds that melt targets from the inside.
Missions: Total 189, Successful 178, Failed 11 (most due to forced withdrawal to save the team).
Hobbies: Drawing strategic maps, mountain climbing, studying birds of prey to improve camouflage techniques.
2. **Frontline Fighter: Eva "Storm" Rios**
Age: 28
Personal Details: War orphan, raised on the streets of Rio de Janeiro. Joined the organization after surviving a monstrous attack in the Amazon rainforest. Bears a broken hourglass tattoo on her left forearm as a memento of her first real fight.
Abilities: Specialist in rapid close-quarters combat, enhanced physical strength via synthetic muscle grafts (can lift 500 kg), adaptive lightweight armor resistant to heat and kinetic impacts. Wields a short combat axe and medium-range submachine guns loaded with nuclear-tipped rounds.
Missions: Total 215, Successful 190, Failed 25 (saved 62 teammates in suicide runs).
Hobbies: Samba dancing for relaxation, hand-to-hand combat training, collecting historical weapons from ancient eras.
3. **Tech Specialist: Alex "Byte" Kim**
Age: 25
Personal Details: Tech prodigy from Seoul. Dropped out of MIT after uncovering the organization's secrets on the dark web. Has an identical twin brother in civilian service who knows nothing of his work.
Abilities: Master of electronic warfare and robotics; can disable satellite networks or reprogram armor systems in seconds. Carries a utility backpack containing Valkyrie flight modules and energy pistols for self-defense.
Missions: Total 150, Successful 140, Failed 10 (provided critical tech support in 50 high-risk operations).
Hobbies: Programming virtual-reality games, reading cyberpunk manga, building miniature spy robots.
4. **Field Medic: Dr. Harris "Healer" Smith**
Age: 32
Personal Details: Former U.S. Army surgeon. Joined after a failed classified experiment cost him his left leg (replaced with an advanced prosthetic). Married; wife works as administrative support inside the base.
Abilities: Expert in combat medicine and genetic modifications. Can treat violet- or green-grade wounds in minutes using nano-injectors. Carries an energy sidearm and light submachine gun for self-defense.
Missions: Total 180, Successful 165, Failed 15 (saved 120 lives under extreme conditions).
Hobbies: Studying aberrant biology, playing chess, secretly writing memoirs about the monsters.
5. **Heavy Armor Support: MS-28 "Zero Zak" (Emergency Asset)**
Description: Giant piloted/mecha armor, 3 meters tall, 2 tons in weight, constructed from enhanced titanium-violet alloy. Deployed only in extreme-emergency scenarios for heavy support.
Technical Specs: Equipped with plasma cannons, anti-nuclear shielding, heavy Valkyrie wings for flight, and full integration capability with the commander to amplify power output. Controlled remotely or autonomously by onboard AI designated "Zero".
Capabilities: Area-denial destruction, team-wide protection against large-scale attacks, capable of physically carrying the entire squad during emergency extraction.
Previous Missions: Participated in 45 support operations, 100% success rate in protection role, zero team losses when deployed.
Notes: Activated only when absolutely necessary; consumes enormous energy.
The HUD vanished as Zak reached the end of the corridor. A massive door slid open, revealing the outer hangar—an enormous subterranean deck lit by red and white floodlights, resembling a military airstrip yet completely hidden from the surface. In the center stood an advanced helicopter that looked like a giant black hawk, matte obsidian with glowing violet striping, wings curved like talons, engines silent yet capable of supersonic flight. The aircraft was fitted with concealed weaponry and titanium-grade armor, ready to depart to any point on the globe via transit gates.
His team was already there, fully prepared: Lia standing beside her sniper rifle, Eva gripping her short axe, Alex fine-tuning his tech gear, Dr. Harris checking his medical kit. Behind them loomed MS-28 Zero Zak in standby mode, its red electronic eyes pulsing slowly.
The moment Zak stopped in front of them, the entire team snapped to attention in perfect unison—right hands rising to foreheads in a synchronized military salute, boots striking the ground with a single resounding thud. The air crackled with electricity; the squad had been waiting for their new commander with a mixture of pride and deep respect.
"Welcome to Team ZAK-09," Zak said in a calm but commanding voice, looking at each of them in turn. "I'm Zak Morve, your new commander. We're heading to face the Great Old One in the Algerian desert. No failure. No hesitation. We are the Hunters."
They all nodded, eyes burning with resolve. A few quick words were exchanged: Lia asked about the strategic outline, Eva made a dry sarcastic remark about the heavy armor, Alex confirmed all comms were green, Dr. Harris reminded everyone to hydrate before launch.
Suddenly, the voice of Supreme Commander Chris boomed from hidden speakers throughout the hangar, addressing not just them but the entire base. He stood in the elevated control room, yet his deep, resonant tone reached every corner, carrying the weight of both history and destiny.
"Brave Hunters, members of the Broken Time Organization! Today is no ordinary day. Today marks a turning point in our long history—one that stretches back into the very depths of time itself. We are not a new organization. We are the heirs of an ancient covenant, founded thousands of years ago when the world still trembled in fear of the shadows. In the ancient caves of Europe, where our ancestors painted broken-hourglass symbols on stone walls, we fought the Old Ones with fire and flint. In the age of the pharaohs, we hid within Egyptian pyramids, using incantations and bronze blades to seal their gates. In the Middle Ages we were the secret knights, battling in dark forests with longbows and iron plate to stop plagues that were in truth curses of the ancients. And as time marched forward, we evolved—from rifles in the world wars, where we hid among armies to slay monsters feeding on blood, to this day, armed with titanium armor, nuclear munitions, and Valkyrie wings, stronger than ever before.
We have fought in the shadows since the beginning of memory, sacrificing our lives while the surface world remained ignorant. We are the ones who saved it countless times—from a near-nuclear catastrophe in the sixties to mysterious viruses in the twenty-first century that were actually awakenings of the Old Ones. But today… today everything changes. The Old Ones are rising together. The surface world will no longer be safe. Today, secrecy becomes an impossible luxury. If necessary, we will step into the light. We will reveal ourselves. We will fight openly to protect humanity from the approaching annihilation. You are not mere soldiers—you are the inheritors of history, the Hunters of Darkness, the Breakers of frozen time!
Go now, heroes. Fight with everything you have. Remember those who fell before you. Rewrite fate itself. Long live the Hunters… forever!"
The hangar erupted in thunderous cheers. The team shouted along with everyone else, fists raised high. A shiver ran through Zak's body; the speech had ignited something fierce inside him. He turned toward the helicopter and raised his hand in the signal to move out.
"To the mission!" he called.
And far beneath the Algerian desert, something colossal was already crawling upward toward the surface at terrifying speed.