Eternal Master: Path to Godlike Status-Chapter 4: ENDLESS PART

’Ah. I did it again.’

Rain closed his eyes to compose himself. When he opened them, the disturbing smile vanished.

"Forgive me. It has been a long time since I encountered anything... refreshing. I’m afraid I let my enthusiasm get the better of me."

Only then did the room breathe again.

"Are you really not related to the nightmare world?" Ronaldo finally found his voice.

Rain didn’t answer immediately. He just watched the way the dust settled in the wake of their clash.

Nightmares? He didn’t even dream. His mind was too optimized to waste resources on anything else.

He dismissed the thought with a shake of his head and focused on the boy’s technique.

"How do you control the repulsion? It’s a violation of basic kinetics."

The young man let out a pained chuckle, his hand clutching ribs that were undoubtedly splintered.

"My ability... it’s not any crazier than yours. Every move you made defied logic too."

"Hardly," Rain countered, his eyes scanning the boy for any fatal wound. "My strength is a matter of biological efficiency. Compression and release. That’s it."

He snapped a short punch into the air. The sound wasn’t a ’whoosh’; it was a violent crack, like a whip breaking the sound barrier.

"That’s literally a superpower, man," Ronaldo groaned, leaning against the wall.

"Then explain your repulsion. It doesn’t just appear from nowhere, does it?"

Ronaldo’s hand went to his head. "I mean... yeah. That’s exactly it."

’How interesting. The more I learn, the more curious I become.’

"May I explain?"

A man stepped into the training room. His lab coat was a blinding, antiseptic white, making the dark circles under his eyes look like fresh bruises.

He got the hollowed-out stare of someone who had traded his soul for a few more hours of data.

"Dr. Doffer." The man offered a stiff nod. "Physicist. I believe I can provide the context you’re lacking."

"Please do," Rain replied.

The doctor adjusted his glasses; his fingers stained with ink.

"Number Seven’s ability taps into a medium we’ve designated as ’Shade.’" Doffer’s voice was as dry as the data he served. "He is drawing energy from a parallel reality."

Rain’s mind mapped the theory instantly. Quantum entanglement on a macro scale. They’ve found a leak in the basement of reality and think they’ve discovered a new ocean.

"Can this ’Shade’ be quantified?"

"That’s what our team is working on. The implications go far beyond just awakened abilities, but—"

"Ahem." Jackson cleared his throat. "Master, I’m afraid further information is restricted. You’ve seen the potential. If you want the specifics, you’ll have to formalize our arrangement."

Rain answered immediately. "That’s not in issue. Show me the data."

Jackson exhaled, the tension leaving his shoulders. "Of course. Right this way."

Before they left, Rain stopped beside Ronaldo and hit three pressure points, making the kid vomit blood.

The young man wiped his mouth, glaring. "What did you do?"

"I forced your body to begin the healing process. Your internal bleeding would have killed you by morning. You’ll still need rest, but you’ll survive."

"Appreciate it." Ronaldo looked up. "You’re weird, man. But at least you don’t call me ’Number Seven’ like I’m a piece of equipment."

Rain’s expression softened a little.

"That name came from your parents, did it not? Don’t let these people replace it with a digit."

"Thanks," Ronaldo forced a smile. "My mom... she always thought I’d be a star. Named me after a player she loved. I was so close to making the league..."

"That door has closed. But the world is changing, and I’m certain you’ll make a name for yourself with your abilities."

Rain didn’t wait for a reply. Just a brief pat on the shoulder before he turned away.

They followed Dr. Doffer deeper into the facility—concrete hallways giving way to industrial elevators, then finally a massive, reinforced door.

Pressurized air hissed out while the door slid open.

"Welcome to ORION," Doffer muttered. He didn’t look back at them; his eyes were already fixated on a handheld terminal. "Orbital Reconnaissance and Intelligence Network."

"From here, we monitor the entire planet in real-time. Two hundred satellites, full-spectrum surveillance."

They stood in an observation deck overlooking a massive control center one level below

Operators filled the rows below. Headsets, keyboards, eyes flickering between three screens each.

But the centerpiece dominated everything: a holographic Earth, rotating slowly in mid-air.

"Our satellites are equipped with scanners calibrated to the Shade signature," the doctor explained while swiping a card at the main console.

The globe reconfigured itself, highlighting seven zones.

California

Northwest Canada.

Rio Grande do Sul in Brazil

Norway

Western Australia

Tokyo

Sakha Republic in Russia.

Rain’s eyes narrowed, tracking the geometry of the heptagon.

"A pattern. And a—"

The alarm was triggered, creating a shriek that tore through the room.

"What’s happening?" Jackson had to yell over the noise.

"Breach!" a technician screamed. "Sector four! The main tunnel is compromised!"

Jackson lunged for the CCTV feed. The screen flickered to life, showing the main entrance.

It was a furnace of orange flame. Through the fire, five figures moved. They wore black robes.

Gunfire erupted. Muzzle flashes lit up the tunnel as the military unleashed everything they had.

But the bullets didn’t hit. They stopped dead in the air, hovering like angry hornets, before reversing direction with twice the velocity. The soldiers were shredded by their own lead.

"Repulsion!" Jackson’s voice cracked. "Another one like number 7—"

"No." Rain’s eyes never left the screen. "Magnetism."

Jackson turned to him. "What?"

"The bullets paused before reversing. Repulsion is instant—this had a delay."

Jackson straightened his shoulders. "Don’t worry. This facility is equipped with military-grade defense systems. They won’t make it past the outer perimeter."

Rain’s eyebrow arched. "Military-grade? Doesn’t that usually mean overpriced and low quality?"

Jackson’s confident expression faltered. Several staff members suddenly found their shoes very interesting.

"It’s state-of-the-art," Elaine corrected.

Rain said nothing, but the slight quirk of his mouth spoke volumes.

He turned back to the monitors just as the lead intruder raised both hands.

Dozens of armored vehicles lifted off the ground simultaneously.

’Finally. Someone with a bit of imagination.’