The iron hull of the USS Liberty Titan groaned, but it was no longer the sound of a maritime vessel riding the ocean waves. Under Major General Shin Ye-rin’s cold, absolute tactical guidance, the captured flagship carrier was vibrating with a deep, cosmic resonance.

"Telemetry fully stabilized, Monarch," Ye-rin reported, her steel-gray eyes reflecting the spinning silver matrix of the Sovereign Battle Map console. She had integrated the carrier’s central steering apparatus directly into the Iron Citadel’s remote sss-rank grid. "We don’t need a crew to sail this dead iron. I have linked the ship’s primary engine nodes directly to Elena’s spatial anchor pool."

Min-jae stood at the absolute edge of the carrier’s forward flight deck. His hands were tucked casually into his black cargo pockets, his loose dark hair whipping in the violent wind. On his right shoulder rested the Rank-sss Sub-Divine claymore, Vajra-Sovereign World-Breaker, its liquid golden True Damage vein casting an ominous, rhythmic glow across the dark ocean.

Behind him, his six flawless team members stood in a tight, lethal formation, their eyes locked onto the northern horizon where the Western hemisphere’s mainland grid was rapidly approaching on the digital radar.

"The Western Executive Board has just realized the fleet has gone completely dark," Lieutenant Elena Vance voiced, her emerald-green eyes flashing with a sharp, vengeful light as she stepped up to Min-jae’s left. Her midnight-blue uniform was humming with raw spatial energy. "They’re attempting a remote system overwrite to detonate the carrier’s primary mana reactors from their central bunker in Washington. They want to turn us into an ocean crater."

"Let them tap their keys," Min-jae said smoothly, his voice flat and unbothered. He didn’t even look back at the bridge. "Chae-won already vacuumed the internal trigger lines. They’re clicking on empty air."

"More than empty air, boss!" Han Chae-won giggled from behind, her fingers flying across her logistics interface. "I just fed fifty of their stolen compressed nuclear crystals straight into the ship’s forward bumper matrix. If Elena activates the phasing sequence now, this carrier isn’t just going to arrive— it’s going to rewrite their geographical map."

Elena took a sharp, heavy step forward, her S-Rank talent Void-Anchor Distortion flaring to its absolute absolute apex. She slammed her palm flat against the deck plating, unleashing a massive, sweeping shockwave of purple spatial mana that completely wrapped around the three-mile hull of the entire aircraft carrier fleet.

[Team Synergy Protocol Active: ’Phasing Ram’ augmented by SSS-Rank Core Energy!]

[The Flagship Carrier has entered an absolute Extradimensional Phasing State! Speed multiplied by 400%. Target Coordinates Locked: The Western Executive Board’s Mainland Sanctuary.]

Crack.!

Time seemed to completely stutter. The massive, hundred-thousand-ton aircraft carrier didn’t just accelerate; it turned into a translucent, light-absorbing ghostly shadow that sliced through the open sea at a terrifying three hundred miles per hour. It glided straight through rocky ocean reeves and shallow coastal shallows without losing a single fraction of its momentum, moving through physical matter as if the entire earth were nothing more than a harmless holographic projection.

Meanwhile, three thousand miles away, inside the hyper-reinforced, subterranean steel vault known as The Sanctuary— the absolute headquarters of the Western Executive Board—absolute, unadulterated panic had broken out.

The vault was immense, spanning five subterranean levels beneath the capital’s ruins, guarded by over ten thousand elite guards wearing S-Rank Titanium Exosuits and holding heavy rail-rifles. In the center of the primary war room, a massive, fifty-foot digital screen was flashing with bright red error codes that made the faces of the twelve ruling executives look as ghostly white as winter snow.

"The remote self-destruct sequence failed!" an elite tech-officer screamed, his fingers trembling as he smashed his hands against the terminal. "The entire Pacific Fleet... it isn’t just missing from the radar, sir! It’s moving across the terrestrial mainland map at supersonic speeds! It just passed the coastal mountain ranges without slowing down!"

"What do you mean it passed the mountains?!" Chairman Bradley (Level 26) roared, slamming his heavy, gauntleted fist against the mahogany boardroom table, his S-Rank talent Imperial Command causing the ambient air to hiss with high-pressure gravity. He was the absolute leader of the Western alliances, a man who had sacrificed thousands of low-tier survivors to fuel his personal status attributes. "It’s a three -hundred-thousand-ton iron ship! It can’t sail across solid rock!"

"It’s not sailing, Chairman..." a sharp, terrifyingly calm female voice echoed from the shadowed corner of the war room.

Walking out of the darkness was a woman who looked to be around twenty- one— but her presence carried a cold, absolute lethality that made even the S-rank executives instinctively shift away. She had a striking, pale face, sharp icy-blue eyes, and long, silver-white hair tied back in a high, intricate battle-braid. She wore a sleek, blood-red combat uniform reinforced with high-density dragon-scale armor plates that accentuated her remarkably narrow waist and dangerous athletic curves. In her right hand, she held a massive, glowing azure sniper rifle— a Rank-S growth weapon known as the Frost-Bite Void-Piercer.

This was Major Cynthia Vance (Level 28), the absolute ace sniper of the Western Continental Vanguard and the older sister of the defected Elena Vance.

"My tracking optics don’t lie, Bradley," Cynthia said, her voice a low, chilling whisper as she lightly tapped the barrel of her rifle. "Elena has linked their spatial core parameters. That teenager from the East, Kang Min-jae... he isn’t just coming to negotiate. He’s using our own flagship as a demolition ram to cave this sanctuary in."

"Activate the external defense grids!" Bradley shrieked, his composure completely cracking. "Deploy the twenty Level 22 Goliath Iron-Guard Mechs to the front gates! Turn every automated plasma turret to maximum fire —"

Before his command could even translate into the system network, a sudden, world-ending vibration shook the entire subterranean foundation of the five-story bunker.

Crack.!

The three-foot-thick solid titanium blast doors of the Sanctuary’s primary surface entrance didn’t just bend; they were completely, violently pulverized into a million flying shards of scrap metal.

The translucent, ghostly shadow of the USS Liberty Titan carrier materialized straight through the solid granite bedrock of the mountain, its massive void-alloy tracks grinding to a perfect, controlled halt right inside the primary underground deployment bay of the Executive Board. The sheer hydraulic displacement wave blew the twenty giant Goliath Mechs off their iron platforms, sending them crashing heavily into the concrete pillars like cheap plastic toys.

As the dense cloud of white dust and pulverized stone slowly settled, the side cargo doors of the carrier slid open with a sharp, vacuum hiss.

Min-jae casually stepped out of the cabin, his boots landing firmly on the blood-stained concrete of the Western sanctuary, his hands remaining stuffed naturally inside his cargo pockets. His bottomless obsidian eyes locked directly onto the rows of ten thousand heavily armed elite guards who were backing away in pure, unadulterated primal horror, their automatic rail-rifles shaking violently as they stared at the invincible teenager standing before them.

Following closely behind his flank, his six gorgeous, highly evolved queens stepped out into the bay, their weapons humming with absolute, god-tier execution parameters. Yoo Ji-a’s obsidian spear crackled with twilight lightning, Han Seo-yoon’s starlight bow hummed with raw cosmic energy, and Lady Crimson glided out from his shadow with a cold, predatory smile that promised nothing but a total, absolute massacre.

Min-jae looked across the massive underground army, his lips curving into a cold, dark, and ruthless grin that sent a deep shiver down the spines of the entire Western command.

"I told your ambassador to keep his hands off my sector," Min-jae murmured, his voice echoing clearly across the vast subterranean bay like a low-frequency thunderclap. He slowly reached up, gripping the hilt of the Vajra-Sovereign World-Breaker on his shoulder. "Since he didn’t listen... I’ve come to retire the entire board."