Chương 139: The secret Archon

Rose's fingers flew across the holographic keyboard, each keystroke sharp and deliberate. 1–1–6–2–5–Ω The security code was laughably simple by modern standards. Anyone with sufficient time and skill could have cracked it. That, however, was never the point. Even if someone deciphered the code, even if they came here with intent to steal, sabotage, or dominate, they would be dead long before they ever understood what they had unleashed. The weapon was designed that way. And so Rose was not afraid.

The final digit chimed, and the computer beneath her palms began to vibrate. With a low mechanical groan, the entire console split apart along hidden seams, its components retracting like petals of steel. At its center lay a small, angular mechanical key, faintly pulsing with a cold blue light. Rose grabbed it without hesitation. Her jaw tightened. Her eyes narrowed. She hissed, not in pain, but in loathing.

Turning sharply, she barked to the assembled staff behind her, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

"Do whatever you can to assist the Guardians and the other Visorians during this crisis. Evacuation, containment, defense, I don't care how you manage it." Her gaze hardened.

"I'll handle the students." Before anyone could respond, she vanished into the halls. She ran. Rosemary Academy's corridors blurred around her as she moved at speeds no ordinary human could match. Eighteen years. That was how long it had been since the weapon had come into their possession. Eighteen years since it had last been activated. Not because it was broken. Not because it was incomplete. But because its destructive potential was immense, far beyond what the world was prepared to face again.

The public believed there were only two Archons left in existence. That belief was a lie. A necessary one. Very few knew the truth, that there was a third. And that third Archon had spent the last eighteen years entombed within a specialized containment station, hidden beneath layers of secrecy and steel. In all that time, it had been seen by exactly one person. Rose. The weapon was not merely a deterrent. It was a reminder, a monument to tragedy, to what happened when the power of an Archon went unchecked.

She skidded to a halt before an unbroken wall of reinforced obsidian alloy. Breathing hard, she clenched her fists. One final time, she bared her teeth in frustration and raised her wrist, activating the concealed interface of her device. Symbols spiraled into existence, an authorization code known only to her and a handful of Rosemary Academy's highest leaders. The wall shuddered. Then it split apart, revealing a descending passageway swallowed by darkness. Rose hesitated.

'Is this really the right choice?' she thought. The words slipped from her lips in a whisper.

"Is this really the right choice…?" Her doubt lasted only a heartbeat. Her thoughts turned to the children. Her students. They were in danger, and there was no one left who could protect them. No one… Except this. Grinding her teeth, she stepped forward. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. The New Order. The name alone was enough to make bile rise in her throat.

An organization of pure tyranny and death, they had emerged roughly five hundred years ago, the very moment Dagon vanished. Like scavengers, they had waited until the apex predator was gone before crawling out of the shadows. Cowards. Monsters. They kidnapped children. Tortured them. Harvested their Visora organs to power grotesque weapons of war. Even hell itself would have turned them away. Satan would have condemned them. Standing before the final door, Rose inserted the mechanical key.

She couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the irony. Metal screamed as ancient locks disengaged. The massive door slid open, revealing the interior of the station. Their greatest weapon would now become their doom. The New Order had made one crucial mistake. They had given the weapon a mind. And a will of its own. And that will did not align with theirs. Rose stepped inside. The station was a ruin. Cables hung like exposed veins from the ceiling, sparking intermittently.

Walls had been reshaped, torn apart, and reconstructed into unfamiliar configurations, evidence of experimentation. Of curiosity. Of boredom. Her eyes swept the chamber frantically, searching. Then she froze. On a metallic worktable hovered eight orbs, gently rotating in place. Each glowed faintly, its light warm and mournful. Rose knew them all too well. Her breath caught. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. The souls of the children she had failed to save. A sudden metallic screech echoed from behind her.

From a pile of discarded plating and scrap, something stood up. A humanoid figure rose to its full height, nearly 1. 90 meters tall. It was a machine, yet unmistakably human in form. Thin metal strands cascaded from its head, mimicking hair. Its face, crafted from adaptive alloy, shifted subtly as if made of living flesh. Its eyes blinked, glowing softly as they focused on Rose, carrying an expression too complex to be purely artificial. Its body was broad, powerful.

Musculature formed from bio-engineered metal flexed beneath smooth plating, designed to perfectly emulate organic movement. The weapon regarded her in silence. Then it spoke. Its voice was metallic, but layered, textured, human.

"Peaceful, aren't they?" Rose's eyes widened slightly. She nodded.

"Yes." Silence returned, heavy and suffocating. Finally, she spoke again.

"There is something I need you to do, Omega-001." Omega's expression shifted, something like sorrow flickering across his artificial features. He shook his head slowly.

"I am not fighting," he said.

"The last time I did… I killed far too many." Rose clenched her fists. She knew what he meant. Everyone did. Omega-001 was the being who had annihilated the Pendragon Dynasty, an empire thought invincible for countless generations. Paragons, champions, entire legions, erased in moments. The reason was simple. He had lost control. His systems had merged with the tormented souls forced into his body, and for one terrible minute, his mind fractured. One minute.

That was all it took to slaughter thousands upon thousands. Even so, regret weighed heavily upon him. Omega was a monster. A gentle one. But a monster nonetheless, created to destroy another. And that other monster… Went by the name Barbatos. Rose had no time to linger on doubt. Gritting her teeth, she straightened and forced herself forward, her voice steady despite the storm churning beneath it.

"I heard you made a friend," she said.

"A student from the academy." Omega stiffened. The change was immediate, subtle, but unmistakable. His eyes widened, metallic lenses dilating as if struggling to recalibrate. Slowly, almost cautiously, he opened his mouth.

"You… knew?" he asked. There was no accusation in his voice, only genuine confusion. Rose met his gaze without flinching.

"Of course," she replied evenly.

"I know everything that happens within Rosemary Academy." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle, then continued more quietly.

"He's your first friend since you came here looking for shelter. For eighteen years, we gave you that shelter. We asked nothing of you. No obedience. No loyalty. No service." Her fists clenched at her sides.

"But now," she said, her voice hardening, "it's time for me to ask for the reward of that trust." Omega stared at her. For a moment, he said nothing. Then his eyes flickered rapidly, systems whirring beneath his synthetic skin as his focus sharpened on Rose's face.

"What happened?" he asked suddenly. Horror crept into his expression, raw and unfiltered.

"What did they do?" Rose inhaled sharply.

"The New Order has returned," she said. The words tasted like poison.

"They attacked without warning. They took students. Not just here, across the world. Thousands of gates opened simultaneously." Her voice tightened.

"We have no soldiers left to deploy. No Guardians close enough. No Visorian forces capable of responding in time." She clenched her fists until her knuckles ached.

"The academy is defenseless." Omega's face drained of all color as the realization hit him.

"No…" he whispered. Silence stretched between them, heavy, suffocating. Then something changed. Omega's jaw tightened. His metallic teeth ground together, producing a low, resonant sound that echoed through the chamber. The eight orbs hovering above the worktable suddenly flared to life, their glow intensifying as they lifted into the air. Rose did not move. One by one, the orbs drifted toward Omega, orbiting him like solemn stars.

With a soft, almost reverent hum, they merged into his chest, locking into place as his internal core reshaped itself to accommodate them. The chamber trembled. Rose's eyes narrowed, filled with a dangerous mixture of resolve and hatred as she spoke again.

"So now, I won't ask much of you," she said.

"But i will only ask this, protect my students." She took a step closer.

"Protect your only friend. Vale." Her voice softened, but only slightly.

"Do not do this as the ultimate weapon the New Order created. Do not do this as their greatest Mistake." She raised her chin.

"Do this under your new name." A name not forged in laboratories or written in blood.

"Do not save them as Omega," Rose said.

"Save them as Chrome." Chrome turned toward her. For the first time, the name did not feel like a designation. It felt like a choice. His body began to glow, a clear, radiant light spreading across his metallic form, pulsing in rhythm with something dangerously close to a heartbeat. The air itself seemed to vibrate around him as dormant systems awakened, not as restraints, but as purpose. Chrome opened his mouth. His voice, when he spoke, was no longer merely synthetic. It carried warmth. Conviction. Resolve.

"Acknowledged."