Back in the Government War Room
The woman in gray pressed her hands to her face.
Then looked up at her analyst.
"Erase everything we have on him internally. Records. School history. Boarding permits. Everything."
The analyst blinked. "But… why?"
She stared at the dark screen.
"Because if Armenia wants him visible…" she said quietly, "then we're better off pretending he never existed."
"Flood the internet with disinformation—especially in forums tied to his past. Classmates, teachers, old colleagues. Make the truth impossible to distinguish from the lies."
"Make them unable to differentiate between the truth and false."
In a quiet alley, somewhere far from surveillance, Roman stood under a rusted overhang.
He looked at his hand—still trembling faintly from the night before.
Not from power.
But from exhaustion.
From memory.
The storm had moved on.
But Dorgu hadn't.
He sat alone beneath an overpass deep in the old sector—abandoned, rusted, draped in vines and graffiti. Rain tapped a hollow rhythm on the corrugated roof above him.
His mutated arm had faded now, the form reverting slowly to flesh and bone. The stolen power from Roman was gone—or sleeping.
Just like the hunger in his chest.
The crowd was far behind. So were the screams.
But the voice in his mind—the alien device embedded beneath his skull—was still there. Monitoring. Recording.
He knew it was watching.
He always knew.
He couldn't go against Armenia. Not as long as that parasite was inside him.
He was a blade Armenia kept sharp—but chained.
Then came the footsteps.
Measured. Soft.
Dorgu shot up, ready to kill.
But the man in the shadows didn't flinch.
He wore a coat too light for the rain, a walking stick in one hand, a crooked smile on his lips. His face was older than Dorgu expected—but his eyes were sharper than any knife Dorgu had faced in battle.
"Damar," Dorgu growled.
The most wanted man, the man Armenia desperately wants to own.
"why are you here?"
Damar chuckled.
Dorgu's fists clenched. "You shouldn't be here."
"Perhaps," Damar said, stepping closer. "But I came to make you an offer."
The air shimmered.
Suddenly, Dorgu's ears rang—just for a moment. A sharp pulse. Then silence.
The voice in his head—the constant background hum—went dark.
Dorgu's eyes widened.
"…what did you do?"
"Jammed it," Damar replied simply. "you know my power allowed me to get any informations I want, with that informations I can gain as much money as I want, with knowledge and money I can create what I want."
He tossed something at Dorgu's feet.
A small black cube—smooth, humming faintly with alien light.
"Made it myself. Not with magic. Just with everything I learned from Armenia."
if you swallow it the bug in your head will be destroyed and you can regain your freedom."
Dorgu stared at the device. Then back at Damar.
"You're bluffing."
"Am I?" Damar tilted his head. "Then explain why the bug in your head isn't screaming right now."
Dorgu didn't answer.
He was listening—internally.
The device hadn't reconnected. No ping. No pain. No voice.
For the first time in years, it was quiet.
"…how?"
"I remember everything," Damar said. "Everything I saw with my power. Every lab, every blueprint, every derivative tech Armenia created from that ship they found."
"I know exactly what you want," Damar said quietly. "You want a freedom and you want to help 'him', your 'father'."
Dorgu looked away.
Damar took a step closer.
"I can destroy what's in your brain. For good. But in exchange, I want something."
Silence.
"What?"
"Keep Roman's power a secret."
Dorgu froze.
Damar continued, voice flat now, calculating.
"Armenia only saw what your implant showed them—super strength, speed, electricity. But you know what it really is. What it feels like. It's not just genetics. It's soul-based. If the world finds out, they'll come for him with everything. And they'll come prepared."
"And why do you care?" Dorgu asked.
Instead of answering he reached into his coat and pulled out a data stick.
"Our time is very limited."
"Inside: full schematics for Armenia's alien archives and their derivative tech. Every prototype, every surveillance system, every backdoor encryption key. Yours to take to your father."
"Why not just give that intel to Kaina or Sumeru yourself? Why give it to me?" Dorgu's eyes glinted.
"I could have given everything to Kaina. Their tech division would've loved it. Or I could've gone straight to Sumeru. But I didn't."
"Why?"
"Because I'm still an Othernesian." His voice didn't shake. "I may have vanished, but I haven't switched sides. And because if this war is going to burn everything down, I want my people to hold the matches, so I didn't go to Kaina."
"And I didn't have any relationship with Sumeru, do you think anyone can just meet with the president whenever they want it?"
"Well maybe I can meet him, but whether he will believe me, it's different case, and if I told them my power I will lose my freedom and become exploited captive just like you."
Dorgu stiffened. "Don't talk about him, if you don't know anything about him, he is different from Armenia."
"ah yeah sure, sure." Damar answered sarcastically.
"Then take it to Sumeru directly. there are many traitors at Sumeru's side, Armenia and even Kaina have many spy in the Othernesia goverment, inside that stick also informations about them."
Dorgu didn't move.
He stared at the stick.
At Damar.
"You're still lying," he said coldly.
"Of course I am," Damar replied. "But less than the people you already serve."
The rain fell harder.
Dorgu bent down. Picked up the jamming cube.
He stared at it for a long time.
"…if I accept, what do I become?"
Damar's answer came like thunder.
"Free."
Dorgu stood silently, the cube still pulsing faintly in his palm.
"what happen if I swallow this cube? Did my connection with Armenia severed directly?"
"yes" Damar answered.
"but if it goes like that wouldn't Armenia know my betrayal and stormed Othernesia directly?"
"No... and yes," Damar said, his voice calm but edged with precision. "Armenia may control Othernesia from the shadows, but they can't invade it openly. Not now. Not while their hands are full with Kaina."
"Kaina's rising fast—militarily, economically. They're already stronger than Armenia in raw power alone. And now, they're reaching out, forming alliances with other powerful nations. Armenia's grip on global dominance is slipping."
He paused, then added, "The only thing keeping them on top is the alien technology they scavenged decades ago. But that tech... it's not infinite. It can't be reproduced. It's a well that's slowly drying up."
"Well they can make many derived technologies from them but they will not be enough to bring down Kaina"
"Under pressure from Kaina's rapid ascent, Armenia has started making mistakes," Damar continued. "They've pushed too hard—bullying other nations just to maintain appearances. Even their closest allies have felt the strain, squeezed for resources and concessions."
He looked Dorgu in the eye, his voice low but steady.
"If they were to invade Othernesia openly now, the world would have every reason to turn against them. That kind of aggression would unify their enemies—and they know it."
He shrugged slightly. "So instead, they'll do what they always do. Send elites. Operatives like you. Only next time… it won't be a quiet mission. It'll be desperation."
"OK our time is up."
Damar stepped back from Dorgu.
The silence shattered.
A high-pitched tone crackled through the air—an encrypted frequency spike.
The jamming stopped.
And the surveillance system embedded deep inside Dorgu's skull reconnected.
He heard it return: the quiet hum, the invisible eye, the breathless whisper of Armenia's ever-watching gaze.
And Damar looked straight at it.
"Good," he said softly. "Now you're listening."
His voice didn't tremble.
"If you're wondering why you lost signal—congratulations. You've been living in a false sense of control. Your surveillance tech is advanced, yes. But not infallible. Your power isn't divine. It's engineered."
He took a breath. A farewell breath.
Ah~ these few days really enjoyable, I can sleep peacefully without being haunted by nightmares, Damar thought to himself.
"you spent years chasing me."
"And so I spent years watching you. Decoding your secrets. Recording every one of your war crimes and failed experiments. You called my power dangerous… but you never realized what made it so."
He tapped the side of his head.
Dorgu watched silently.
he know Damar isn't talking to him but to Armenia.
"This is your punishment," Damar continued. "The ability you wanted so badly is gone. Gone. I made sure of it. There is no backup. No hidden apprentice. No transfer key."
He turned slightly—just enough so the camera implants in Dorgu's system could see his profile clearly.
He reached into his collar and pressed something beneath his skin.
A faint mechanical click.
Dorgu's eyes widened. "What are you—"
Damar smiled.
Not cruelly.
Almost peacefully.
"Goodbye."
BOOM.
A muffled flash burst through Damar's skull, clean and contained. His body folded instantly, collapsing like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
There was no blood spray. Just smoke.
Just silence.
Just message.
Dorgu stepped back. His pulse slowed. The jamming device in his hand pulsed twice… then went dark.
His ears rang.
Not from the blast.
But from the implications.
Damar had killed himself—on camera—to ensure no one would believe he still existed. That his power—the one Armenia most coveted—was now unreachable. Lost in the ashes of his mind.
Only Roman and Misha would ever know and maybe Dorgu.
Only they would carry the secret forward.
Dorgu looked down at the body. Then at the data stick Damar had given him.
He pocketed it.
He stared at the cube, thinking of the years spent caged inside a voice that wasn't his. He thought of Roman. Of his father. Of silence. Then—without a word—he swallowed.
His head buzed and then it goes quiet.
He walked away.
Didn't look back.
Because this wasn't just the end of a spy.
It was the beginning of a new game.