Chapter 1: She Pressed the Detonator
Velora was a forgotten island in the middle of the ocean. Isolated. Untouched. On the surface, it looked like any other piece of land—quiet, with trees swaying gently in the wind and waves crashing softly on the shore.
But underneath… it was a nightmare.
Buried deep below the earth was a secret laboratory. A place without mercy. Cold, white lights. Walls made of metal and pain. Everything inside was silent—except the hum of machines and the weight of inhuman secrets.
One of those secrets was gone.
In the center of a sterile research chamber, a metal-framed bed stood empty. Thick, padded restraints were bolted to all four corners—stained with blood. Only hours ago, those handcuffs held the most dangerous woman alive.
Now, she had vanished.
“Phantom V is missing!”
The scream came from a young operator watching the surveillance grid. His voice cracked with fear as dozens of eyes turned to the blinking screens in front of them.
The control room instantly shifted from calm to chaos. Red alarms flashed. Fingers flew across keyboards. Monitors lit up with grids of every hallway in the facility.
But there was no sign of her.
No body. No movement. No sound.
“She’s gone,” someone whispered.
And then—another voice gasped.
The guards posted outside her door… were dead. Their bodies were twisted unnaturally, lying cold on the floor like discarded dolls.
“Activate the security system!” a commander barked, slamming his fist on the table. “Find her! If she escapes—we’re finished!”
A large holographic map appeared above them, lighting the room in blue. Data streamed across it, scanning heat signatures, movement, breathing patterns.
But Phantom V had vanished like smoke.
“Release the NT84 gas. Block every corridor. Use whatever it takes. Stop her before she kills us all!”
Hissing sounds came from the walls as hidden vents activated. Thick, poisonous gas began to flood the hallways—creeping like a living fog.
Elite security soldiers in black suits and gas masks moved cautiously through the smoke. Rifles raised. Hearts pounding. The air turned cold. Visibility dropped.
Then—
Snap. Crack. Choke.
A scream. Another. Then silence.
The eerie sound of bones breaking echoed through the hallways. One by one, the soldiers went down—taken out by something they couldn’t even see.
“Notify Professor Mark! Evacuate the research team! Get to the safe zone immediately!”
But just as the command was given, the lights began to flicker.
Then—“Zzzttt!”
Electrical surges burst from the control panels. Sparks flew from the machines. Monitors exploded. The equipment smoked and hissed. The power surged, then died.
All the surveillance systems went dark.
“She took down the grid!” someone shouted. “We’ve lost control of the entire lab!”
Then the final report came through the radio.
“All professors are dead… Professor Mark is missing.”
The room fell silent.
“She… killed them,” a voice whispered.
“Phantom V killed Professor Mark.”
“Run. Run now! Take the data and run!”
“No!” the team leader barked. “We follow the plan! The gene extraction is complete! She must not survive!”
Then it happened.
BOOM!
The control room’s reinforced door was blown apart in a violent explosion. Fire and smoke burst through the entrance as metal fragments rained down. Everyone screamed and ducked as the room shook violently.
Then—footsteps.
Slow. Calm. Measured.
A figure walked through the smoke. A silhouette covered in blood, eyes glowing silver under the sparks.
Someone whispered, trembling, “It’s her… Phantom V.”
Her long black hair flowed like a shadow. Her skin was pale, ghost-like. Her eyes… cold, sharp, emotionless.
And yet… beautiful.
Her face was splattered with blood, but she didn’t look hurt. No. She looked unstoppable.
From her hand, something dropped to the floor.
It rolled across the tile. Then stopped.
Gasps filled the room.
Professor Mark’s head.
His lifeless eyes stared straight ahead. His mouth frozen in a silent scream. Blood trailed behind it, dark and steady.
No one moved.
Everyone stared in horror as she stood there—unshaken.
But the team leader did. He shakily pulled a black detonator from his coat, holding it up with trembling hands.
“There’s a chip in your brain, Phantom V,” he said, forcing confidence into his voice. “One press—and you’re ash in thirty seconds.”
She smiled. Calm. Dangerous.
“Thirty seconds is enough time to kill all of you,” she said softly.
Her voice was smooth. Deadly. Icy.
The guards froze. Some dropped to their knees.
“We didn’t want this!” one cried. “We were just following orders—it was the Obsidian Order! Please don’t kill us!”
At that name—Obsidian Order—her eyes changed.
A flicker of emotion. Rage. Betrayal.
And then, she laughed. Quiet. Bitter.
The Obsidian Order. The organization that created her. Took her in as an infant. Raised her in cages. Starved her. Trained her to kill.
She was their weapon. Their masterpiece.
And now—they wanted her erased.
She remembered everything. Every scar. Every lesson. Every kill.
At seventeen, she became the number one assassin in the world.
She had been loyal. Obedient. She trusted them.
And they repaid her… by trying to clone her and kill her.
“They told me not to feel,” she muttered. “But I did. And that was my mistake.”
Her eyes narrowed.
The team leader saw her expression shift—and panicked. He slammed his thumb onto the detonator button.
But Phantom V didn’t flinch.
She didn’t even blink.
Instead… she slowly raised her own hand.
In it—another detonator.
Her voice was calm, almost mocking.
“Do you recognize this one?” she asked. “Professor Mark told me… you buried a hundred pounds of TNT under this lab.”
Her thumb hovered over the button.
The team froze.
She smiled.
“Let’s die together.”
Click.
A soft sound.
But it was the end.
“NO—!” someone screamed.
Too late.
BOOOOOM!!!
The explosion shook the entire underground facility. Fire ripped through the walls. Machines were blown apart. The entire lab collapsed inward.
Velora Island burned.
And as it burned—it sank.
The sea swallowed the flames, the bodies, the secrets.
And with them, it took the girl the world once called unbeatable.