Deep inside the abandoned factory of BAYADNA PORT,
where the breath of the sea meets the silence of dead machines,
The long-awaited encounter was about to begin.
Under the faint, flickering light dangling from a rusted ceiling,
SHOUTNA sat bound to a metal chair.
Chains tightened around his arms—
But his words remained free.
He slowly lifted his head:
"I knew you were behind this."
Out of the shadows stepped KLAUS…
His footsteps steady, cold—
as if the ground itself didn't dare make a sound beneath him.
KLAUS wore a calm smile—
one without warmth:
"It seems you're still in one piece, SHOUTNA.
Even after giving the Organization a headache that lasted for years."
The JOKER stepped aside, leaving the stage ready for KLAUS.
SHOUTNA smirked…
the smirk of a man who knows his fate but does not run from it:
"So… the Organization has infiltrated the Kingdom this deeply…
Director of the Kingdom's Intelligence."
KLAUS's face didn't change.
No shock.
No denial.
Just predatory stillness.
"The Kingdom?"
A slow, cold smile crept across his lips.
"SHOUTNA… you still see the world with small eyes.
The Organization is not inside the Kingdom."
He took a step closer—
"The Organization is above the Kingdom.
Above governments.
Above armies.
We are the world's eyes."
Silence swallowed the room.
Even the distant sound of waves felt muted—
as if the sea itself had stopped breathing.
SHOUTNA, voice low:
"You speak as if you were gods."
KLAUS leaned forward slightly,
his eyes dark—empty of anything human:
"We are the ones who create gods."
He inhaled deeply—unrushed,
as if recalling a beautiful memory:
"In the beginning, the Organization was small.
Special operations.
Assassinations.
Wars that history never records."
The ceiling lamp flickered.
Shadows crawled like ghosts on the walls.
"But the world changed.
With satellites, thermal scanners, global surveillance…
The ghost is killed before he even moves.
We started losing."
A pause.
Heavy.
Heavier than the air in the room.
"Then—he appeared."
He did not speak a name.
But even the air tightened.
"Some called him the King of Knowledge…
Others called him the Madman."
A twisted form of admiration shone in KLAUS's eyes:
"He brought forth a theory…
that the human body could become a super-creature
If exposed to constant stress
and given the ability of endless regeneration."
The entire factory seemed to listen.
"That was when the serum was born."
"We named it LX-Ø."
But the Scientist called it:
"The Key."
The lamp shook—its light turning harsher.
"The first injections were disasters.
Bodies exploded.
Minds collapsed.
Men screamed until their vocal cords burned away."
He leaned even closer.
"Because the serum alone wasn't enough.
It needed resistance…
a will…
someone born of fire who would not burn."
Then a cold smile spread across KLAUS's lips,
his eyes gleaming with reverence:
"And then the miracle boy appeared.
Not only did he survive the serum…but he also
He merged with it."
He lifted a finger in front of SHOUTNA's face:
"His blood became the original model.
From him,
We created the diluted version of the serum—
the one injected into you all."
SHOUTNA lowered his gaze, whispering:
"A diluted version…"
KLAUS continued, slowly:
"The version that raises power anywhere from ×10 to ×85.
But his version…
was something else entirely."
KLAUS's eyes narrowed:
"The boy exceeded ×100."
Silence.
Deeper than the sea.
He continued:
"But his greatest test wasn't on the battlefield…"
He paused—eyes gleaming with sick delight.
"It was the day we ordered him to eliminate his own team."
SHOUTNA's eyes hardened.
KLAUS continued:
"There were five of them…
five comrades who had spent five years by his side—
a family.
During a mission in the jungle,
a single mistake nearly killed them all."
KLAUS leaned close enough for SHOUTNA to feel his breath:
"When we ordered him to eliminate them…
We expected hesitation.
Maybe rebellion."
A cold laugh escaped him:
"But do you know what he did?
In THAT night—
with chilling serenity—
he cut them down one…by… one."
KLAUS whispered in SHOUTNA's ear:
"The most terrifying part?
He didn't seem regretful for even a second.
It was as if he were trimming unwanted weeds."
And do you know what he said the night he killed his team?
"Give me more."
He stepped back,
eyes dead and hollow:
"But like any uncontrollable weapon…
a flaw appeared."
His voice sharpened:
"He began asking:
Who am I?
Whom do I kill for?
Why?"
KLAUS clenched his fist:
"And that damn scientist…
that madman who created it all…
felt guilt."
His voice cracked like shattered glass:
"So, he fled—
with the boy."
A long shadow fell over SHOUTNA's face.
The waves outside fell completely silent.
KLAUS approached,
locking eyes with him.
"And here lies the irony…"
A hollow laugh left him:
"The Organization's greatest enemies…
Are you?"
He spread his arms slightly.
"And now—
through your ignorance—
You've delivered to us the very person
We have been searching for all this time."
KLAUS's words hung in the air like poison.
And the waves outside seemed to laugh at their naivety.
SHOUTNA's face paled.
His breath faltered for half a second.
KLAUS noticed.
And smiled.
He stopped speaking—
letting the silence carve deeper wounds.
Then, in a low voice, he said:
"The miracle boy… is with you."
SHOTNA understood instantly who he meant.
And KALUS finished with perfect clarity,
no hesitation,
no pride—
Just a fact:
"Exactly as you thought, SHOUTNA…
MOHITO is the miracle boy."
SHOUTNA didn't speak.
But his eyes…
said everything.