I Possess the SSS Skill: Future Sight-Chapter 69: Saint Hilarius Hospital (1)

The scene was chaotic to the point of madness.

The lobby was as vast as a football field, adorned with rare plants, gleaming marble floors, and luxurious reception desks.

Hundreds of civilians—patients, visitors, families—stood frozen in absolute shock as they saw us enter, blood dripping from us.

The fake nurses and doctors began screaming and running in every direction like a colony of ants thrown into fire.

"Terrorists! Valicera and her squad are here!" one of the doctors shouted as he ran toward the emergency stairs.

"Don’t touch the civilians!" Damian roared, his voice overpowering the alarm.

"Let them run!"

We are killers, yes—but we are not the Voliders’ rats who slaughter innocents.

But... the hospital had no intention of letting us walk through quietly.

From the side corridors, from the glass elevators, and from the upper balconies overlooking the lobby, dozens of guards poured in.

They weren’t ordinary guards in white suits.

They were rapid response forces belonging to the mercenary syndicates that protected Hilarius.

Clad in heavy black armor, helmets covering their faces, carrying plasma rifles and A-rank Etralium machine guns.

"Exterminate the targets! Kill them before they reach the elevators!" the mercenary commander roared from the upper balcony.

Tatatatatatata!

Bzzzzzzzzzz!

Hundreds of bullets and plasma beams rained down on us like a storm from a luminous hell.

The white marble beneath our feet began to shatter into fragments.

The angelic statues were destroyed, losing their wings and heads.

"Cover!" Eva shouted, sliding behind the massive marble reception desk.

But Damian didn’t move.

He stepped forward and planted his feet into the ground.

"Storm Shield!" Damian roared at the top of his lungs, slamming his free hand against the ground.

A massive wall of dense blue lightning rose before us like an absolute electromagnetic shield.

Bullets and plasma beams collided with the lightning, scattering into the air with a deafening buzz.

Damian was holding off the fire of an entire battalion alone, the muscles of his arm twitching from the strain.

"Sia! Kyle! Clear the ground floor! Eva, take out the snipers on the balconies!"

Valicera ordered, standing behind Damian, her eyes searching for hidden energy paths within the building.

"Copy!" Eva shouted.

She braced herself against the edge of the reception desk.

Her rifle, Piercing Shadow, made no sound.

Only a faint flash.

Bang!

A compressed gravity round pierced a thick concrete pillar on the second floor, punching through the chest of the sniper hiding behind it, dragging him inward with crushing force until he became a mass of flesh pasted against the wall.

Bang! Bang!

Armored bodies began falling from the upper balconies, smashing against the marble floor.

As for me... I moved.

I no longer hid. I no longer hesitated.

I broke from behind Damian’s shield, moving at speeds far beyond normal humans thanks to my physical synchronization with the Ghoul Core.

Six heavily armored mercenaries advanced from the right corridor, their energy shields glowing blue as they fired at me.

I ran in a zigzag pattern, dodging bullets that nearly brushed my coat.

When I was three meters away...

I slid on my knees across the marble slick with the blood of fleeing civilians, raising my magnums.

I didn’t aim for their armored chests.

That would be stupid.

I targeted joints and necks—areas lacking heavy protection.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four shots fired in a fraction of a second.

The absolute precision of the Black Joker.

The first bullet pierced the knee of the first mercenary.

The second shattered the throat of the second.

The third and fourth disabled the remaining two by striking their shoulders.

Using the momentum of the slide, I sprang up the instant I stopped and charged the remaining two mercenaries as they tried to adjust their aim.

I drew my black tactical knife with my left hand.

The mercenary in front of me aimed his rifle at my chest.

I struck the barrel with my magnum, deflecting it upward—and in the same instant, I drove my knife violently through the gap between his helmet and chest armor.

Slaaaash!

Hot blood burst like a fountain, washing over my face.

I didn’t stop. I used his collapsing body as a human shield and fired two shots from my magnum beneath his dead arm, piercing the skull of the last mercenary behind him.

Six elite mercenaries—killed or disabled in under ten seconds.

I turned to see Sia.

She was dancing.

Literally dancing the dance of death.

Her acid-coated daggers left trails of green smoke in the air.

She leapt between mercenaries in the left corridor, slipping through their defenses with feline grace, slicing tendons, and driving her daggers into their armor to melt through to their flesh.

Every mercenary she touched fell screaming, their bones dissolving.

She was laughing, her face covered in the blood of her victims like an enraged Hindu goddess.

The massacre in the lobby lasted only two minutes.

Two minutes were enough to turn the angelic façade of Saint Hilarius into a blood-soaked slaughterhouse no less horrifying than the nightmares of the underground.

Charred, torn, and melted bodies covered the white marble.

Blood pooled into the cracks between the tiles.

Silence fell once more, broken only by the groans of dying mercenaries and the blaring alarm.

"This is just the welcome..." Eva panted, her rifle smoking.

"Where’s the entrance to the underground levels?! The regular elevators don’t go below the morgue on B1!"

"Don’t look at the elevators," I said sharply, wiping the blood off my knife with the coat of one of the dead.

I closed my eyes for a second, recalling the nightmare fragment I had pulled from Lieutenant Gray’s memories.

I walked over the bodies, the blood making a slosh... slosh... sound with every step, until I stopped before the only thing in the lobby that hadn’t been completely destroyed by the battle.

"The statue of Saint Hilarius."

The massive marble statue in the center of the inner lobby, depicting the saint raising a golden chalice toward the sky.

"Behind this false angelic face..." I whispered, looking at the golden cup.

I didn’t touch it. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Instead, I looked at the base of the statue, where a Latin phrase was engraved: (Tenebrae in Lucem) — "From darkness to light."

I noticed that the letter (L) in (Lucem) was free of dust, unlike the surrounding letters—as if it had been pressed repeatedly.

I raised my hand and pressed the marble letter with all my strength.

Click... Krrrrrrnch!

The sound of massive mechanical gears and hydraulics began shaking the marble floor beneath our feet.

The enormous marble statue, weighing tons, slowly slid backward—revealing a thick black metal wall behind it, resembling the vault door of a central bank.