E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 143: Drake’s Claim

Chapter 142

Drake Voss... leader of the Cursed Organization.

The words echoed like thunder in Han’s mind, igniting a firestorm of fury he could barely contain. The very group responsible for countless atrocities—the cursed serums, the monster outbreaks, the innocent lives lost—they all traced back to one man. And that man was Drake, the noble heir of the Voss family.

Han’s bloodshot eyes locked onto the VIP section, where Drake sat calmly, as if nothing had happened. His hands trembled with rage.

It wasn’t just Han. The entire arena reeled from the revelation. Everyone had heard whispers of the Cursed Organization—the shadowy force behind chaos in recent years. But to learn their leader was here, seated in a place of honor among heroes, sent a ripple of shock, disbelief, and boiling anger through the crowd.

Some couldn’t believe it. How could Drake Voss, scion of one of humanity’s most respected noble families—a family that had publicly dedicated itself to saving lives—be the very architect of so much suffering?

It didn’t make sense. It shouldn’t make sense.

And so, all eyes turned to him, awaiting a response. The accusation had been made by Clara, Lord Tech sister . Her words held weight. And now, they demanded answers.

Drake didn’t flinch. His expression remained composed, almost bored, as his gaze swept from Clara to Han, who glared at him like a predator on the edge of snapping.

Then, a low voice rumbled through the arena. The Beast—one of the three strongest heroes alive—rose from his seat, his tone heavy and demanding.

"Care to explain what’s going on here, Drake?"

Drake stood slowly, adjusting his coat with measured calm. But instead of answering Clara, Han, or the Beast... he turned to the red-haired man beside him.

"Do it, Magus," he said softly.

The man nodded.

Raising his hand toward the VIP section—toward the seats of the Beast, the Undying Flame, and Lord Tech—Magus whispered a phrase: freeweɓnovel-cøm

"Space Shift."

The three legendary heroes sensed something was wrong and tried to react—but too late. A glowing circle lit up beneath their feet. In an instant, they vanished. Gone. No struggle, no resistance.

The arena went silent.

The three greatest protectors of mankind had just been... removed. Effortlessly.

Han’s fist clenched tighter than ever before. But he didn’t charge—not yet.

He knew two things.

First: If Drake dared to pull a move like that in broad daylight, then he wasn’t afraid of what would come next. That meant he was ready for war.

Second: Han needed to understand. He needed to know why. Because the Drake he had spoken to—the man who claimed he wanted to save humanity—sounded sincere.

How could that same man be the cause of so much death?

With a storm raging inside him, Han asked the only question that mattered:

"Why?"

Drake met his gaze without hesitation, voice calm and collected.

"I meant what I said, Han. I do want to save humanity," he replied.

Han’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Drake continued, "The cursed serum... the organization... they’re not ends. They’re means. Means to a necessary future."

Rage surged through Han’s veins. "Means? You turned people into monsters. You took lives—countless lives. You shortened them. You destroyed families!"

His voice rose into a roar, trembling with fury.

"How the hell is that helping humanity?!"

"You’re too young... too ignorant to understand," Drake said, voice calm but firm. "Still, I’m offering you a choice. Your power—your potential—it could help shape the world to come. Join us, Han. Together, we can forge a better future for mankind... and prevent the calamities to come."

He meant every word. The conviction in his voice was real. Drake waited, gaze steady, as silence hung between them.

Han stared at him—eyes filled with cold fury—for an entire minute before scoffing.

"Fuck your help."

His voice cracked like a whip through the tense air.

"You don’t deserve to walk free. You don’t even deserve prison. For the lives you’ve destroyed—for the people you’ve turned into monsters, for every future you’ve cut short—you deserve nothing but death."

Han’s voice trembled with rage. Once, he’d believed Drake shared his ideals. Once, he thought Drake cared about humanity. But now?

It was all a lie.

Drake Voss wasn’t a savior. He was humanity’s greatest threat.

Drake’s expression remained still, but his eyes dimmed slightly with regret.

"I see. A lost cause, then," he murmured, shaking his head. "I tried to save you, Han. I really did. But if you choose to stand in my way... then you must fall."

His voice dropped, hard as steel.

"I am humanity’s last hope. And those who oppose me... will not live."

Without another word, Magus rose into the sky, levitating with ease, his legs crossed, eyes closed in a meditative trance. He began muttering in an ancient tongue, his voice carried by the wind.

Clara felt the chill before the spell even finished.

"Not on my watch," she growled—and fired several energy beams toward Magus.

But her attack never landed.

A figure clad in blood-red armor soared upward and intercepted the blasts with a heavy shield. The impact pushed him back slightly, but he landed cleanly, unfazed.

Clara narrowed her eyes. "Red Vanguard..." she whispered. But he wasn’t alone.

One by one, more Red Vanguards emerged from the shadows—nine in total—each wielding high-tier weapons, each ready for war.

"This is about to get messy..." she muttered, tightening her grip.

Above them, Magus finished chanting. He opened his eyes.

Raising a single hand to the sky, he spoke with finality:

"Space Distort."

The air rippled violently. Glowing beast cores moved and shot out in all directions, trailing sparks of energy. Several landed around the center of the arena, slotting themselves perfectly into five glowing circles connected to a massive central ring.

Han’s eyes widened. He’d seen these symbols before—during the search for Aiden.

And every instinct screamed at him:

This... is bad.

Magus lifted his hand again.

"Activate."

The beast cores cracked—then shattered—unleashing a flood of radiant energy. The rings absorbed the power, glowing brighter. Sparks surged upward, swirling violently until a tear in the sky began to form.

A portal.

Yellow in color.

Jay and Han immediately leapt back, distancing themselves from the epicenter as the portal stabilized. The crowd gasped. Some screamed. Even the heroes watching from afar felt a chill creep into their bones.

Because this wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t possible.

Humans couldn’t create portals.

And yet, here it was.

A satisfied smile played on Drake’s lips. He had given Han a chance. Han refused.

So now... he would burn.

All across the city, the same phenomenon repeated—portals of every color began to open: blue, green, yellow. Cracks in reality, tearing open one by one.

But the worst was yet to come.

Near the sea—where Magus had once fought Aiden—another set of beast cores shattered. The sparks danced higher and higher, until finally...

A red portal emerged.

Different from the rest.

Violent. Pulsing. Hungry.

Drake turned to Han, shaking his head in mock pity.

"Let the chaos begin," he whispered.

Then, Magus closed his palm.

And uttered a single word:

"Break."

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