Global Mutation: The Hunger System-Chapter 56: The Concrete Mountain
The artillery barrage had turned the scorched valley into a jagged landscape of black glass, but the towering, Level 18 anomaly refused to burn.
Ren marched directly up the steep, five-mile incline leading to the massive military bunker. He was completely stripped to the waist, the intense heat of the 155mm shells having vaporized the upper half of his clothing. Thick, toxic white steam curled aggressively off his broad, hyper-muscular back. The heavy, segmented grey plates of his Chitin Shell locked together perfectly beneath the pale, cast-iron sheen of his hardened skin. The sapphire veins pulsing across his neck and forearms glowed with a furious, blinding intensity in the freezing overcast light. His angular, striking facial features remained entirely impassive, completely untouched by the blast, his violet eyes locked in a dead stare on the massive concrete walls ahead.
Chloe trailed exactly ten paces behind him, utilizing his towering, two-hundred-and-thirty-pound frame as a biological shield against the biting wind.
She kept her head down, her combat boots crunching over the glassy, melted ash. She gripped the FN P90 submachine gun tight to her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged. The sheer psychological weight of walking directly toward dozens of heavy artillery cannons was suffocating, but she didn’t stop. The monster walking in front of her had just tanked an explosive payload designed to level city blocks. The Citadel was no longer an impenetrable sanctuary; it was just a concrete box waiting to be opened.
High up on the jagged ridgeline, the Citadel’s automated defenses realized the long-range Howitzers had failed.
As Ren crossed the one-mile threshold, the Old World bunker shifted its tactical doctrine. The massive, long-barrel artillery cannons rotated upward, falling silent. In their place, the secondary perimeter defenses deployed from heavily armored hydraulic hatches along the fifty-foot-high concrete battlements.
Six automated, twin-linked Vulcan rotary cannons spooled up with a deafening, high-pitched mechanical whine.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRT.
The sky tore open. The sheer volume of fire was staggering. Thousands of 30mm depleted uranium rounds poured down the mountain in a continuous, blinding stream of orange tracer fire. The heavy caliber bullets hit the black ash around Ren like a localized meteor shower, kicking up massive, towering geysers of frozen mud and shattered glass.
"Stay behind me!" Ren roared, his voice cutting through the deafening mechanical thunder.
He didn’t activate the Dash skill. Charging blindly into a concentrated, overlapping wall of 30mm rotary fire would bleed his stamina and risk severe, cumulative trauma to his Chitin Shell. He needed to close the distance, but he needed to parry the kinetic force.
Ren reached down to his right hip. His massive, calloused hand wrapped around the heavily wired hilt of the Crimson vibro-sword.
He drew the blade.
VMMMMMMM.
The high-frequency shriek of the dark, iridescent metal violently overpowered the sound of the falling snow. The massive red core in the pommel flared to life, feeding off his Level 18 mana reserves. The air around the steel warped with intense thermal distortion.
Ren raised the vibrating blade, shifting his dense torso into an aggressive, forward-leaning guard.
The first stream of 30mm rounds struck him.
The impact was brutally heavy. The depleted uranium slugs tore through the freezing air and slammed directly into the humming flat of the vibro-sword. The high-frequency steel didn’t just block the bullets; it completely shredded their molecular bonds on contact. The heavy rounds sheared apart into harmless clouds of burning copper and lead dust, washing over his bare shoulders.
The rounds that bypassed the blade struck his Iron Skin. The blunt-force trauma was immense, pushing him physically backward, his heavy boots carving deep trenches into the ash. Bright, blinding sparks erupted from his chest and shoulders as the heavy caliber rounds flattened against his hardened epidermis, failing to pierce the bone plating beneath but leaving dark, smoking bruises in their wake. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his thick neck bulging under the strain, and pushed forward.
Step by agonizing step, Ren forced his way up the mountain, wading directly into the concentrated stream of automated anti-aircraft fire. The air was completely choked with burning cordite, pulverized black glass, and the deafening, continuous roar of the rotary cannons.
Chloe stayed perfectly aligned behind his broad back, squeezing her eyes shut, trusting entirely in the impenetrable, biological wall marching ahead of her.
They closed the final hundred yards.
The massive, heavily fortified face of the Citadel loomed directly over them. The bunker was built seamlessly into the jagged mountain stone. Dead center in the massive concrete wall were the primary blast doors—two colossal, interlocking slabs of solid, military-grade tungsten steel, easily forty feet high and three feet thick.
Ren reached the flat, paved concrete loading deck directly beneath the automated guns. The rotary cannons couldn’t depress their barrels low enough to track him at the base of the wall.
The deafening gunfire abruptly ceased. The silence that rushed back into the freezing mountain air was heavy and loaded with tension.
Ren stood directly in front of the massive tungsten blast doors. His bare, armored torso was covered in dark, smoking welts from the 30mm rounds, but he was not bleeding. His chest heaved slowly, the biological furnace inside him rapidly repairing the microscopic tissue damage.
He didn’t look for a keypad. He didn’t search for a structural weakness in the concrete frame.
He stepped up to the dead center of the interlocking steel slabs.
Ren plunged the tip of the Crimson vibro-sword directly into the three-foot-thick tungsten. The high-frequency metal shrieked in absolute, ear-splitting agony as it met the dense military armor. For a fraction of a second, the steel resisted. Then, the immense, concentrated heat and the tens of thousands of microscopic vibrations simply melted the barrier.
The iridescent blade sank completely to the hilt.
Ren gripped the heavy handle with both hands. He anchored his boots against the paved concrete. He channeled the raw, unnatural kinetic torque of his Level 18 Strength directly into his broad back and shoulders.
He dragged the screaming blade downward.
A massive, blinding shower of white-hot sparks erupted over him as he carved a towering, jagged vertical line directly down the center of the interlocking doors. The molten tungsten hissed violently in the freezing air, dripping like heavy, burning syrup onto the concrete deck.
He pulled the blade free and deactivated it, sliding the dark metal back into the magnetic scabbard at his hip.
The heavy doors were structurally compromised, but their sheer, dead weight kept them sealed.
Ren pressed both of his bare, heavily calloused palms flat against the massive steel slabs, his hands resting on either side of the glowing, molten seam he had just cut.
[Skill Activated: Rending Claws]
The ten-inch, pitch-black talons erupted from his knuckles, punching directly into the softening steel to establish an unbreakable anchor.
Ren dropped his center of gravity. The thick, pulsing sapphire veins on his arms flared into a blinding, continuous glow. He let out a low, guttural roar that vibrated against the massive concrete wall, and pulled his arms outward.
The massive tungsten doors buckled. The heavy, internal locking mechanisms snapped with a series of deafening, explosive cracks that echoed down the scorched valley. Tens of thousands of pounds of dead steel groaned, warped, and finally gave way under the impossible, biological pressure.
Ren ripped the bottom halves of the massive blast doors completely outward, creating a jagged, smoking breach wide enough to drive a transport truck through.
A rush of warm, stagnant, heavily filtered air rolled out from the dark interior of the Citadel, smelling sharply of gun oil, sterilized metal, and absolute, unchecked human panic.
"We’re in," Ren stated, his voice a flat, emotionless rumble as he pulled his dark talons out of the ruined steel.
He steps through the smoking, molten threshold, his heavy combat boots striking the pristine, polished floors of the Old World command bunker, entirely prepared to introduce the surviving military hierarchy to the top of the food chain.
