The class finally ended.
The moment the final bell rang, Glober rose from his seat, gathered his belongings with unusual speed, and left the classroom with firm, purposeful steps, heading straight for the science lab.
The room was empty.
Silence hung heavily in the air, broken only by the creak of the door as it closed behind him.
Glober approached the metal cabinets, opened one with precision, and began pulling out various chemical materials: clear vials, thin tubes, and carefully sealed powders.
His movements were confident… calculated…
as if his hands remembered something they had never learned on Earth.
He laid the tools out on the table and began working.
Mixing.
Gentle heating.
Exact measurements.
Reactions timed to the second.
This was no random school experiment.
No careless test.
It was a deliberate preparation of a specialized chemical solution, designed for a single purpose.
Minutes later, it was finished.
He poured the resulting liquid into a small, airtight container and slipped it into his bag. Then he returned every tool, every vial, to its exact original place—leaving behind no trace that anyone had ever been there.
He left the lab as if nothing had happened.
In the hallway, he calmly pulled out his phone, opened an online store, and ordered a full set of black clothing: a jacket, gloves, pants, and lightweight shoes.
He paid using Koichi's allowance—the money that had been hidden in his room for months.
Then he returned to his classroom like any ordinary student.
He sat down, placed his bag beside him, and leaned back in his chair.
But his ears were alert.
"I heard the gangs are clashing tonight."
"They say it's going to be big this time."
"Even the police might get involved…"
Scattered whispers passed between students.
An invisible smile formed in his mind.
The information had already leaked.
And the school was nothing more than a small mirror of what was happening in the streets.
Clearly… the cameraman has a bigger role than I expected.
The next class ended.
Glober stood immediately and left the school without delay.
Home.
It was silent.
No voices. No movement.
He assumed Koichi's parents hadn't returned yet—but he didn't care.
He took the stairs two at a time, entered his room, and locked the door tightly.
Then, the real work began.
He stood in the center of the room, closed his eyes, and focused.
His consciousness split.
From his body, small replicas began to form…
But this time, they were not flies.
They were strange insects with dark bodies and translucent wings tinged with faint violet.
Creatures from his homeworld: Nethrax.
Their name: Virax.
Virax insects possessed a rare trait—the ability to absorb chemical substances, store them safely within their bodies without harm, and then release them all at once when attacking.
But creating replicas had conditions.
First:
Glober could not replicate any organism without precise knowledge of its DNA.
Second:
The replicas could not last longer than two hours before dissolving where they stood.
Third—and most dangerous:
If Glober failed to recall the replicas before they dissolved,
his body would suffer severe blood loss,
intense dizziness,
and could result in loss of consciousness… or death.
Glober opened his eyes.
Dozens of Virax hovered silently around him.
He ordered them to absorb the chemical solution.
"The timing is tight… but this will be enough."
Then—his vision shifted.
He no longer saw the room.
Instead… a deserted place.
Glober obtained the exact location of the fight and commanded the Virax to move there at once, after they finished absorbing the solution.
On the outskirts of the city.
An abandoned warehouse, surrounded by narrow streets and dim yellow light from aging streetlamps.
There…
The two gangs stood facing each other.
The Virax had already arrived and spread throughout the area.
On one side:
The Black Hand gang.
Tense bodies. Hostile stares. Excessive confidence.
On the other:
The Red Vipers.
Hardened expressions, visible tattoos, smiles that promised violence.
Provocations began.
Mocking laughter.
Crude insults.
A light shove turned into a clear threat.
Then—
Guns were drawn.
Gunfire erupted violently at first.
Men fell wounded on both sides.
When the ammunition ran out, the fight devolved into raw street combat—iron rods and chains swinging through the air.
Even the atmosphere felt charged.
One second of silence…
Then—
Bodies surged forward.
The battle began.
In an instant, the place descended into total chaos.
Fists flew.
Iron bars crashed down.
Chains slammed against concrete and flesh.
Screams, curses, and hysterical laughter mixed with the clang of metal.
The Black Hand clashed directly with the Red Vipers—no retreat, no negotiation.
Violence was their only language.
From afar…
Glober saw everything.
Not through his own eyes—
But through the eyes of the Virax.
Tiny insects, invisible amid the smoke rising from burning tires, moved with lethal calm across walls, rooftops, and through the crowd.
Glober hadn't limited his surveillance to the warehouse alone.
He had spread his insects in a full kilometer-wide radius around the area.
And because of that…
He saw what no one else did.
Distant blue lights.
Multiple engines.
Coordinated movement.
Police.
A large force.
Closing in fast.
Glober didn't hesitate.
"Now."
A single command.
The Virax moved.
They slipped through the smoke, using the chaos and noise as cover.
No one noticed them.
The targets had already been chosen.
Ryuji Takahara.
And the strongest men under him.
Glober had studied them carefully:
Who led the charge.
Who commanded attacks.
Who formed the backbone of the gang.
The insects approached…
And bit.
A light sting.
Painless.
Unnoticeable.
They felt nothing.
Adrenaline flooded their bodies.
Their minds were consumed by combat.
No room for sensation.
But seconds later—
Everything began to collapse.
Sudden dizziness.
Blurred vision.
Sounds overlapping.
Glober had used a chemical sedative—
harmless in the long term,
but capable of inducing intense hallucinations lasting nearly thirty minutes…
before vanishing completely.
Ryuji stopped abruptly.
Not because the fight intensified—
But because the world changed.
Sound disappeared.
Noise faded.
As if reality itself had been switched off.
He looked around.
The faces of his men…
were no longer faces.
Eyes drowned in darkness.
Mouths stretched into inhuman smiles.
Skin pale… cracked… like walking corpses.
He stepped back.
Then another step.
"…No… stay away from me?!"
One of them approached him.
But his features melted—
transforming into the face of a young man Ryuji recognized.
A boy who had died from the drugs Ryuji gave him.
A girl whose life had been destroyed.
Faces of victims he had killed—
and once enjoyed watching suffer.
A man who begged… then vanished.
The voices returned—
But they weren't the gang's voices.
"Why?"
"You destroyed my life."
"You're the one who gave us this."
"Damn you… you ruined us."
Ryuji screamed.
A scream torn from deep within his chest—
broken,
terrified.
"Get away!"
He lunged forward.
Punched the first person in front of him.
To him…
he was striking a moving corpse.
He kicked another.
Then a third.
"Go back to your graves!"
"I… I didn't kill you!"
But reality was blind to his madness.
His real men fell to the ground.
"Ryuji! Stop!"
"It's us!"
"Look at us!"
They tried to restrain him.
But in his eyes…
They weren't his allies.
They were his victims.
The attack grew more brutal.
Not rage—
But fear.
Pure terror etched across his face.
The fear of a child trapped in a nightmare.
The other gang stopped.
Watched.
Then one of them whispered:
"This isn't normal…"
"He must be on something strong."
They didn't wait for further explanation.
The leader had lost control.
The monster they feared…
was broken.
They rushed him from all sides.
Blows rained down.
From behind.
From both flanks.
Ryuji fell.
Hit the ground hard.
The faces above him…
turned into shadows.
The victims stared down at him once more.
"This is your punishment for killing us…
you'll join us soon."
Reality shattered the nightmare.
The police stormed in.
Sirens.
Blue and red lights.
Harsh commands echoing through the air.
"On the ground! Everyone on the ground!"
The Red Vipers retreated immediately.
They ran through alleys.
Scattered.
The Black Hand tried to reach their leader—
But the numbers were overwhelming.
Police everywhere.
Gang members were forced down one by one.
Handcuffs.
Shouts.
Final chaos.
As they were dragged away, one question wouldn't stop repeating:
"How did they know the location?!"
"This meeting was secret!"
"Did the Red Vipers report us?!"
It wasn't a random leak.
And it wasn't a coincidence.
Glober …
Was the one who informed the police himself.
From afar,
inside a sealed room,
Gluber's eyes watched the scene until its end.
He sat at his desk.
Like a king on a dark throne.
Before him, a wide window revealed the still, merciless night sky.
Dim light reflected in his eyes.
He spoke softly—calm, cold, final like a verdict:
"This is revenge for every innocent you killed…
for every soul you broke…
for every life you destroyed."
A slow smile carved itself across his face.
"Now you'll be dragged to hell with them…
may that finally ease their suffering."