I am the creator of New Life on the Earth
Chapter 198: The Challenge

Chapter 198: The Challenge

Chapter: The Challenge

---

The scene opened with the bustling Government Executive Area, where the President’s Office and Legislative Building stood prominently.

The area was teeming with activity as officials, ministers, and aides hurried about their duties.

The towering white structure of the President’s House dominated the landscape, its pristine dome crowned with the national flag fluttering against the clear blue sky.

Inside one of the stately rooms, President Zeo sat at the head of a long conference table, surrounded by a cluster of advisors and ministers.

Their voices filled the room as they briefed him on critical updates.

"Sir, the detection devices will be delivered to the capital shortly. Ranger Logan has been tasked with their security," one official reported, his tone confident.

The President gave a slow, deliberate nod, his expression unreadable. But before anyone could speak further, a minister raised a tentative concern.

"Mr. President, don’t you think we should have waited a little longer before proceeding?"

President Zeo’s sharp gaze turned toward the minister, cutting through the room’s tension. "I’ve made myself clear. We will not delay, no matter the circumstances."

The minister lowered his head, flipping through his files silently.

The scene shifted to an isolated, shadowy facility where Sona and Tayo had teleported. The building, hidden among overgrown vegetation, had an air of abandonment.

Once a hub for innovation and technology, it now served as Pratham’s covert manufacturing base.

The dim lighting inside the structure concealed its renewed functionality, with robotic components scattered across its metallic floors.

"Why is it so dark here?" Sona’s telepathic voice echoed in Pratham’s mind as she surveyed the dim surroundings.

Pratham responded with a calm explanation. "To ensure the facility remains unnoticed. No one should suspect it’s operational."

Sona nodded, though her tone carried a hint of urgency. "Fine, but we need the items Lord Adam requested. Quickly."

"The crates are in front of you," Pratham replied. "One contains the robot that will retrieve the detection devices from the hideout. The other holds the surveillance devices for the second mission. Take them."

Sona flew gracefully to a large crate matching her height, effortlessly lifting it. Tayo followed suit, grabbing the adjacent crate and hovering slightly above the ground.

With a quick glance at each other, they activated their teleportation abilities, vanishing into thin air.

The duo reappeared near the entrance of the mountain-embedded government hideout, maintaining a considerable distance.

Their location offered a clear view of the massive gates guarded by armed soldiers, yet it was far enough to avoid being sensed by Logan.

Sona’s telepathic message reached Ninja, who was still in Adam’s room. "Phase one of the plan has started."

Receiving the signal, Ninja nodded silently and teleported away.

Ninja materialized just outside the bustling administrative area, his presence unnoticed at first.

He began walking toward the heart of the district, his movements deliberate yet commanding.

The moment civilians spotted him, their reactions were immediate. Whispers rippled through the crowd, their faces a mix of shock and curiosity.

Ninja’s appearance was unlike anything they had seen—his four arms folded across his chest, his face partially obscured by a black mask, and two swords sheathed at his hips.

As he approached the gates of the President’s House, the security personnel took notice.

Some guards, recognizing him, shouted, "That’s one of them! He’s from the Union! He’s one of Tayo’s allies!"

The murmurs grew louder as people reached for their phones, recording every moment. Yet, Ninja remained calm, his imposing figure unshaken by the commotion.

The security staff tightened their formation, guns raised cautiously.

Several soldiers moved closer, while others took defensive positions. High above, a sniper adjusted his scope, training his sights on Ninja’s head.

One of the guards approached cautiously, stopping a safe distance away. "Identify yourself! Who are you, and what is your purpose here?" he demanded.

Ninja remained silent, his calm demeanor resembling a statue.

The guard repeated the question twice more, his voice growing sharper, but Ninja refused to respond.

The growing crowd buzzed with anticipation, their phones capturing every moment. Finally, Ninja spoke, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

"My name is Ninja. I am a member of the Union. I am here to fight Logan. Bring him to me."

Gasps rippled through the onlookers. The declaration spread like wildfire as livestreams of the event flooded the internet.

Even the guards were momentarily stunned by the audacity of his challenge.

Inside the President’s House, the news quickly reached Zeo. An aide hurriedly informed him, "Mr. President, one of the Union members is outside. He’s demanding a fight with Logan."

President Zeo leaned forward, intrigued. A slow smile spread across his face. "Neutralize him. This is the perfect opportunity to show the nation that we can handle these power holders. Let the public see what we are capable of."

The security officer relayed the President’s orders to his team. The sniper atop the nearby building adjusted his aim, his finger tightening on the trigger.

With a near-silent discharge, the bullet sped toward Ninja, cutting through the air with deadly precision.

But Ninja was prepared. As the bullet approached, he moved with blinding speed.

One of his arms unsheathed a sword, slicing cleanly through the projectile.

The bullet split in two, its halves embedding harmlessly into the pavement on either side of him.

The crowd gasped, their disbelief palpable. Even the sniper froze momentarily, his steady hands faltering at the sheer impossibility of what he had just witnessed.

Phones captured the surreal moment, the videos immediately going viral. The security guards exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence shaken.

Ninja remained unfazed, his sword glinting in the sunlight as he sheathed it effortlessly. He stood tall, his four arms returning to their folded position across his chest.

From the crowd’s perspective, the Union had just made a statement—one that no one could ignore.

And as Ninja waited, unyielding, the tension in the air thickened. This was only the beginning of the storm.

The Chapter ends here.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.