Apocalypse: I Raised the Ultimate Antagonist from Scratch

The journey down to the ground floor was silent. The walls of the sanctuary were lined with seamless, shock-absorbent composite paneling that deadened all sound, creating an almost eerie calm that stood in stark contrast to the blinding blizzard battering the mountain peaks outside.

Lieutenant Chen and Han Ye stepped into the bright, white-paneled corridor.

They had barely traversed ten meters before they ran straight into Dr. Morse. The senior scientist was clutching a digital clipboard, his face flushed with severe irritation as the passive combat-ready crimson lights pulsed softly along the ceiling track above him.

Sensing the subtle, automated shift in the facility’s defense posture—a state that only triggered when the external perimeter faced an anomalous threat—Dr. Morse immediately stepped forward, using his frame to block the center of the hallway.

”Lieutenant Chen, what on earth is going on with the internal power grid?” Dr. Morse demanded, his voice echoing sharply off the polished walls. He tapped his finger aggressively against his clipboard. ”The secondary lines to my cleanroom just dipped into a defensive reserve state, cutting my simulation models in half. I need immediate answers. Is there a structural issue in the lower basin, or has the transport team failed to secure the fuel lines?”

Lieutenant Chen didn’t give up a single shred of operational security. Protecting the secret of Han Ye’s true capabilities was paramount under Commander Han Zheng’s standing orders. The researchers, brilliant as they were in their respective scientific fields, were greedy for knowledge and might even resort to dirty tricks if they really witnessed just how powerful Han Ye’s abilities really are.

Lieutenant Chen couldn’t let any of the scientists witness Han Ye using his abilities to ensure the child’s long-term safety within the base. He stepped forward, his massive, armor-clad frame completely eclipsing the five-year-old boy standing quietly beside him.

”The internal grid is operating under standard safety protocol, Doctor,” Lieutenant Chen said, his tone flat, freezing, and entirely unyielding.

He didn’t blink, his dark eyes locking onto the scientist with a level of authority that brooked no argument. ”I am handling the situation. Your current instruction is to return to your workstation or your private residential quarters immediately. Do not wander the corridors, do not access the secondary sub-levels, and do not bother anyone while the passive alert is active.”

Dr. Morse’s jaw tightened, his chest swelling as he opened his mouth to launch into a bitter objection about civilian authority and research priorities. But before a single word could escape his lips, his eyes dropped to Lieutenant Chen’s right hand.

The veteran soldier’s fingers were resting firmly, deliberately, on the textured grip of his unholstered sidearm. The weight radiating from the lieutenant was absolute—this was a world governed by survival and force now, not academic tenure. Dr. Morse swallowed his words, his face paling slightly as he took a slow step backward. He turned on his heel and retreated down the adjacent residential hallway without another sound.

Once the corridor was completely clear, Lieutenant Chen led Han Ye toward the ground-floor loading bay. They passed through a series of heavy, airtight security vestibules before arriving at the primary cargo doors. Lieutenant Chen pulled a high-clearance keycard from his vest, swiping it through the digital terminal. The heavy, insulated internal doors groaned as they parted, sealing shut automatically behind them the moment they stepped inside.

The massive loading bay plunged them into a cold, dim environment, illuminated only by the faint green standby lights of the heavy cargo lifts and the ambient glow of emergency exit indicators. The air here smelled of industrial grease, cold concrete, and sealed rubber seals.

Han Ye walked straight toward the thick concrete perimeter wall that formed the outer barrier of the entire sector. He closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he pressed his hands flat against the cold, smooth surface of the masonry.

Deep within his physical core, Han Ye pulled on his shadow network. Because he was physically standing right inside the structural boundary of the building, the close proximity allowed his sensory perception to bleed through the steel-reinforced concrete. His dark radar instantly mapped the terrain outside, cutting through the howling whiteout of the storm like a physical blade.

There were exactly eight intruders outside. They were clustered around a major external ventilation shaft entrance that was positioned high up on the facility’s outer concrete wall, seemingly inspired by the previous raiders who had attempted to smoke them out to try and breach the research center before.

This new stealth team was attempting to silently cut through the reinforced security grates using some specialized saws.

Because the intake vent was located so high off the frozen, ice-slick ground, the men were actively climbing on top of each other’s shoulders, forming an awkward, stacked human pyramid against the frozen concrete to allow their lead tech to reach the iron grates.

They moved with synchronization, completely unaware that the facility they considered a blind black box was actively watching their every breath.

To a normal defender, their elevated, stealthy position in the middle of a blinding whiteout would have made them an incredibly difficult target to eliminate without deploying heavy external automated turrets. To a regressor, however, their bunched formation made them sitting ducks.

Han Ye didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second. Operating with a terrifying, calculated ruthlessness that belonged to a man who had survived decades of apocalyptic warfare, he commanded the ambient darkness pooling beneath the deep snow outside to erupt simultaneously.

Multiple solid shadow tendrils exploded from the pitch-black void around the base of the wall, moving like lightning-fast, razor-sharp spears. The dark constructs pierced straight through the bodies of all eight intruders at once, striking with such absolute precision that the men were liquidated before they could even register the movement, drop their cutting tools, or key their radios to alert their main column. The human pyramid collapsed silently into the heavy powder below, their life forces snuffed out instantly from within the sanctuary without a single alarm being tripped.

The moment the connection snapped, the immense physical strain of manipulating that much mass and projecting his power through a thick military wall hit Han Ye’s young body like a physical blow.

His vision blurred for a split second, his small knees buckling as he nearly lost his footing on the smooth concrete floor. His energy core was completely drained, hollowed out by the rapid, explosive expenditure of stamina. The sudden deficit caused his stomach to let out a loud, aggressively violent rumble that echoed sharply across the empty, silent loading bay.

When Han Ye opened his eyes and calmly told Lieutenant Chen that he was done. He saw Lieutenant Chen staring down at him, completely paralyzed with a profound sense of shock.

Lieutenant Chen had expected a struggle, a t

delay, or at least a skirmish that required him to coordinate internal blast doors—not the instantaneous, silent elimination of an entire elite squad through a solid, reinforced wall. The sheer scale of the child’s monstrous, effortless power was deeply terrifying to a veteran soldier who understood the baseline limits of human awakening.

Realizing the profound shock and lingering suspicion hardening on the lieutenant’s face, Han Ye instantly switched back into his childish alibi to protect his true identity. He began jumping around energetically on his heels, rubbing his stomach with both hands as he put on a wide, exaggerated toddler’s pout.

”Wow! The movie trick worked perfectly, Uncle Chen! Did you see that?!” Han Ye whined loudly, his voice shifting seamlessly back into an energetic, high-pitched treble. ”But stretching my arms out like the superhero in the cartoon made me super, super hungry! My tummy hurts really bad! Can we please head upstairs to the kitchen right now? I want a big snack, and I want to see if there are any cookies left!”

Lieutenant Chen remained momentarily speechless, his mind spinning as he stared at the little boy who had just executed eight grown men through a wall and was now begging for sweets like a normal child. He let out a long, ragged breath, running a gloved hand over his face as he forced his rigid soldier’s composure back into place.

”Yeah...” Lieutenant Chen muttered, his voice still vibrating with a faint hint of lingering disbelief as he looked at the pristine wall. ”Yeah, let’s get you upstairs before you decide to level the rest of the mountain for breakfast, kid.”

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Thirty kilometers away, the heavy extraction convoy was finally concluding its brutal, agonizing battle against the mountain trail.

With a synchronized, desperate roar of mechanical power and physical force, Xiao Li exerted the absolute last ounce of his remaining stamina. He threw his massive frame into a final, crucial push against the sagging chassis of the secondary transport truck, his boots sliding dangerously in the loose shale. Simultaneously, Commander Han Zheng channeled an explosive, precise surge of his force manipulation power, creating a massive, invisible kinetic lift beneath the dipping frame of the vehicle.

Old Wang slammed the throttle to the floor. The massive military tires bit violently into the ice-slick path, throwing up a massive shower of grey slush, rocks, and sparks as the secondary transport successfully heaved itself completely back onto the solid dirt trail, its engine screaming under the sudden relief of traction.

The vehicles were finally safe, but the cost of the rescue was catastrophic for the team’s defensive capabilities.

Han Zheng stumbled backward against the granite rock face, his face deathly pale and his chest heaving violently as the sheer overexertion of holding a multi-ton military truck tore through his internal energy reserves.

He could barely stand, dragging his heavy boots through the deep drifts as he hauled himself into the lead vehicle’s passenger seat just to escape the freezing wind and catch his breath under the dashboard heaters.

Behind them, Xiao Li collapsed onto the passenger seat of Old Wang’s cab, completely spent, his arms trembling so violently from physical exhaustion he couldn’t even lift his shield from the floorboards.

Lin Qing slammed her boot onto the accelerator, steering the heavy transport forward into the pitch-black darkness of the pine forest. Her jaw was clamped so tight her teeth ached, her eyes scanning the dark treeline with mounting anxiety as the windshield wipers struggled against the fresh snow.

She knew they were in an incredibly dangerous position now. Han Zheng and Xiao Li were the two most powerful combatants in the entire extraction team, and right now, both of them were physically incapacitated by sheer exhaustion.

They were running completely blind on an unmapped logging road, heavily loaded with hundreds of pounds of priceless industrial solar cargo that made them a primary target.

If the convoy was ambushed by a rival group of powered users, a high level mutant or a large number of enemy scouts before they could reach the research center, they might be utterly, completely helpless.