Starting With The Sefirah Castle In The Anime World

The leader of the special forces quickly confirmed that they had found the drug dealers' base hidden in the back mountain.

"First, locate the surrounding surveillance."

"Split into three teams and advance from three different directions."

The team swiftly divided into three units, each moving into position to ensure a synchronized, three-pronged assault. Their objective was simple: encircle the drug dealers and eliminate all resistance.

These special forces were well-trained. In just a few minutes, all three teams had reached their designated positions.

"Commence the operation!"

With the leader's command, the three teams advanced simultaneously toward the target.

Biu!

The soft crack of a suppressed pistol shattered the silence.

"Shit! We're under attack!"

The panicked shout from within the base sent the entire drug-dealing operation into a frenzy.

However, the drug dealers, armed with pistols, were met by a coordinated volley of submachine-gun fire.

Tat-tat-tat!

Bullets tore through the night, and the drug dealers fell in heaps, their bodies riddled with holes before they could even identify the enemy.

"Watch out! They're using submachine guns!"

The dealers had assumed their attackers were regular officers with standard-issue pistols. But now they understood the truth, they were facing a professional elimination team.

And there had been no warning. No time to prepare.

While the surviving dealers scrambled for cover, the special forces prepared their next move.

"Stun grenades, ready."

From three sides, the teams lobbed stun grenades into the drug lab's entrances.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The enclosed space amplified the concussive blasts.

"Aaaahhh!"

The white-hot flash disoriented the drug dealers, while the deafening noise left them writhing on the floor, clutching their ears.

After a brief five-second wait, the teams stormed the building.

Another round of gunfire followed.

The noise ceased. The resistance was gone.

The team's leader activated his comm unit.

"Command, we've secured the drug lab."

"We've neutralized all hostile targets. Preparing to expand our search perimeter."

"Understood," came the reply.

"Leave two teams behind to secure the lab. The rest of you spread out in three-man squads and sweep the surrounding area."

Orders given, the team dispersed, moving into the forested terrain to ensure no one escaped.

Hidden among the branches of a nearby tree, Ren observed the scene with mild detachment.

As expected.

Wild drug dealers stood no chance against elite professionals. Their outdated pistols were laughable compared to the firepower these special forces carried.

Still, he didn't move right away.

Instead, he retrieved his diary and jotted down a few lines:

[Just as expected.

A ragtag group of drug dealers is no match for a professional tactical unit.

The difference between pistols and submachine guns is like night and day.

And the stun grenades? Absolutely devastating in that confined space.

Honestly, this fight was over before it started.]

Closing the diary, he leaped from the branch.

A burst of gray mist surrounded his figure, distorting his presence. The hidden officers stationed around the lab never even noticed his approach.

The ground was slick with blood.

Bodies lay sprawled on the dirt floor, eyes wide open in death.

Amamiya Ren didn't feel much sympathy.

These men had willingly destroyed countless lives for profit. Dying here was a mercy.

Stepping past the corpses, he reached the lab's inner sanctum, a space separated by thick plastic sheeting.

The plastic barrier was intact. To get in, one would have to tear it open.

But Ren didn't need to tear anything.

He retrieved a pair of gloves from Sefirah Castle, placed his palm on the barrier, and manifested a door.

The ethereal doorway shimmered for a moment before swinging open. He stepped through and entered the hidden chamber.

The sight inside made his stomach churn.

Dozens of bodies lined the laboratory tables.

Some were reduced to rotting husks, their skin sagging over exposed bone. Others were fresher, though their lifeless expressions spoke of horrific suffering.

And among the dead… some were still breathing.

The stench of decay was overwhelming. Only the gray mist shielding Ren's senses prevented him from vomiting on the spot.

He clenched his jaw and surveyed the victims.

There were men and women. Elderly individuals. And—

Children.

A wave of cold fury washed over him.

The bodies of two small children, no older than six or seven, lay strapped to the tables. Their veins had been punctured repeatedly, test subjects for the drug dealers' twisted experiments.

"These bastards… they really have no humanity."

He forced himself to look away and took stock of the surroundings.

Each body had a tag beside it, marked with various chemical compositions and test results.

The drug dealers had been experimenting on living humans to develop new substances.

Ren's fists tightened.

He examined the faint spiritual signatures in the room.

The strongest resentments came from the child-sized corpses, but he could feel four others clustered nearby.

He followed the sensation to a side table.

There, laid out in a row, were the bodies of two adults and two teenagers.

The entire family had been slaughtered.

Ren's mind raced.

Tsukikage Island was a small, close-knit community. If a family of four had gone missing, the parents would have raised the alarm. Villagers would have posted notices.

But there'd been nothing.

Not a single flyer.

His eyes narrowed.

These victims weren't kidnapped while walking the streets.

They were likely sold out by someone they trusted.

The realization deepened his disgust.

He scanned the corpses again and noticed something even more disturbing:

The father's body bore signs of long-term drug exposure but his clothes suggested he'd once worked a respectable job.

A police informant?

Possibly. Or perhaps just someone who asked too many questions.

The child on the table stirred.

His heart nearly stopped.

The boy's body twitched once… twice… then lay still again.

No breathing. No pulse.

It wasn't life.

It was the spiritual residue of the child's trauma, manifesting as a vengeful spirit.

They died terrified.

And that fear had kept them trapped here.

"Damn it."

Ren couldn't save the dead. He wasn't capable of reversing time.

But he could release these spirits.

He owed them that much.

He knelt beside the table, extended his hands, and summoned the gray fog.

The haze swirled over the bodies like a thin, protective shroud.

The spirits, sensing his intent, drifted toward him—weak, exhausted, and clinging to the trauma that had defined their final moments.

"You've suffered enough," he whispered.

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