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Chapter 141: The Command from the Throne

Chapter 141: The Command from the Throne

The Chapter begins in a grand hall bathed in an ethereal white glow—the Throne Room, the heart of UV-1’s dominion.

At the center of this imposing space sat UV-1, a figure of absolute authority, draped in an intricately designed golden robe accented with sharp black lines.

The robe shimmered faintly under the chamber’s light, its edges glowing with a soft, white luminescence that seemed alive.

His eyes, piercing and blue, mirrored the icy aura that surrounded him.

UV-1’s throne, an imposing structure of pure white with angular, futuristic designs, exuded dominance.

Surrounding him were several individuals clad in sleek black suits that radiated faint blue lights from their seams.

These lights pulsated rhythmically, converging at a circular emblem on their chests, symbolizing their allegiance.

Before the throne, kneeling on the polished white floor, was the networking officer who had recently delivered grim news.

His head was bowed, his posture tense, as if bracing for punishment.

The officer had just reported the failure of their soldiers to capture the rebel children hiding in the caves.

The room was silent, the air heavy with anticipation. UV-1’s gaze rested unwaveringly on the officer, his expression unreadable.

Each passing moment without a word from him intensified the pressure, making the officer’s fear almost palpable.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the faint hum of the room’s automated systems. The officer’s heart pounded as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

His mind raced with doubts and fears. Would he be punished for the soldiers’ incompetence?

Suddenly, UV-1 exhaled deeply, the sound echoing in the vast chamber. His voice, when he spoke, was calm yet cutting, each word precise and deliberate.

"I expected no better from you," he said, his tone cold and laced with disappointment.

The officer gets very sad after hearing this and thinks, "I never knew that all fathers think like this about us."

The officer flinched at the words, his gaze still fixed downward. Before he could respond, UV-1 raised his hand.

Instantly, a concealed door beside the throne slid open with a faint hiss. From within emerged a soldier, his appearance striking.

This soldier wore a white suit, its pristine surface gleaming under the room’s lights.

The suit was seamless, with faint silver patterns etched into its fabric, and his face was entirely concealed by a helmet.

The helmet, crafted from the same white material, featured a black visor that hid his eyes and expression.

The visor gleamed like polished obsidian, reflecting the room’s glow.

UV-1’s voice resonated again, this time with a hint of authority and finality. "CP will assist you. He is my special soldier."

The officer, initially stunned by the sudden introduction of this mysterious figure, quickly composed himself.

The officer is very surprised to know that the All Father has a secret soldier and that too is so powerful. Seeing him, the officer feels that he will easily crush him without much effort.

Relief washed over him as he realized he had been given another chance.

Lowering his head further, he responded with utmost reverence, "We will not disappoint you this time, All-Father."

UV-1 gave no further response, his gaze fixed on CP, who gave a sharp nod of acknowledgment.

Without a word, CP stepped forward, joining the officer. Together, they turned and exited the Throne Room, their steps echoing as the chamber doors closed behind them.

Outside the towering structure of the Central Tower, CP and the networking officer emerged into the open.

The air buzzed with energy as soldiers moved in formation, their presence a testament to the Tower’s might.

Nearby, a group of soldiers stood gathered, their armor dull from the earlier raid.

Among them, their captain, a stern figure with sharp features, stepped forward as CP and the officer approached.

Noticing the unfamiliar soldier accompanying the officer, the captain straightened, offering a crisp salute. "What are our orders, sir?" he asked, his voice steady yet edged with curiosity about the new arrival.

The networking officer glanced at CP, then addressed the captain. "Sir CP will assist you. He will accompany you back to the hideout." His tone carried the weight of UV-1’s authority, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

The captain nodded, his gaze lingering on CP for a moment longer. Though he had seen countless soldiers, this one was different—his presence exuded a quiet confidence, his posture rigid and unyielding.

Without further delay, the captain turned to his men and barked a sharp command. The soldiers quickly fell into formation, their weapons at the ready, awaiting their next move.

As the group prepared to depart, the scene shifted to UV-1, seated once more on his throne. His glowing blue eyes followed CP and the officer’s retreating figures on the monitor before him.

For a brief moment, his lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile—a fleeting expression that vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Their captain, a disciplined man with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, surveyed the team.

Standing among them was CP, the enigmatic soldier in a pristine white suit, his face entirely obscured by a gleaming helmet with a dark visor. His presence alone seemed to command attention.

The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances. One of them hesitated before stepping forward and voicing the question that hung in the air. "Do we have to go inside?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly.

The captain opened his mouth to respond, but CP interrupted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"You all stay here," he commanded, his tone deep and authoritative, carrying an unmistakable sense of power and certainty. "I’ll find out where we need to go."

The soldiers stiffened at the weight of his words, their unease growing. CP moved forward without waiting for a response, his footsteps echoing as he approached the wall.

Reaching the wall, CP extended his hand, covered in immaculate white gloves that seemed as though they could deflect even the finest particles of dust.

His hand met the cold metallic surface of the wall, and for a moment, nothing happened.

The soldiers watched in silence, their eyes flicking nervously between one another, unsure of what to expect.

CP’s posture was unyielding, his helmeted head tilted slightly forward, his unseen eyes focused entirely on the task.

Slowly, he closed his eyes beneath the visor, shutting out the world as he began to channel his energy.

A faint hum filled the air as a strange, invisible force emanated from his hand. The wall seemed to resonate with it, a low vibration that sent ripples across its surface.

CP stood motionless, his hand pressed firmly against the wall, the energy flowing steadily.

The soldiers exchanged puzzled glances. "What’s he doing?" one of them whispered, his voice barely audible.

The captain, though equally bewildered, remained silent, his gaze fixed on CP. The air seemed to grow heavier, the faint hum of energy intensifying.

Finally, CP removed his hand from the wall and turned to face the group. Walking back toward them, he spoke with an unwavering confidence. "They left approximately half an hour to an hour before we arrived," he said.

The soldiers were stunned. Murmurs spread through the group as they tried to process what they had just heard. How could he determine something so specific in such a short time?

"That’s impossible," one of them muttered under his breath, but none dared to question CP directly.

CP wasn’t finished. Without hesitation, he crouched low and pressed his gloved hand to the ground, which was paved with white tiles. His movements were deliberate, precise, and almost ritualistic.

Once again, he released his invisible energy, this time letting it flow into the ground. The energy was undetectable to those around him, but CP’s connection to it was absolute.

He could feel it travel through the earth, moving along unseen pathways, searching.

As the energy spread, CP’s awareness expanded. Beneath the surface, he sensed the intricate network of tunnels carved through the earth.

His mind traced the routes until he found something—a faint trail, a disturbance in the energy patterns. It led away from the hideout and toward another location deep within the city.

His lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile beneath his helmet. Rising to his feet, he turned back to the group.

His calm, collected demeanor betrayed no emotion, but his words carried a weight of certainty.

"I’ve found their destination," he announced.

The soldiers straightened, their earlier skepticism replaced with a mix of awe and unease. CP’s abilities were unlike anything they had seen before.

The Chapter ends here, with CP standing tall amidst the group, his commanding presence and extraordinary skills leaving an indelible mark on everyone present.

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