The green goblin was no taller than one meter, its body resembling that of a seven- or eight-year-old child. However, its skin was as rough as a toad’s, with a pointed, narrow head and a thin, emaciated body.

Although it had been sliced diagonally in two by Brian Carter’s sword, it did not die immediately. Both halves of its body were still twitching on the ground. Its green, lidless eyes radiated a chilling, venomous glare. Its mouth let out sharp, shrill screeches of “Wuaa wuaa,” creating a striking visual impact.

Brian Carter glanced at the slain green goblin. It was his first time killing a humanoid creature, and he should have felt uncomfortable. Perhaps because his memories were filled with so much slaughter, Brian Carter actually felt no discomfort at all. Instead, he was extremely calm and composed.

The instinctive sword strike, made without a second thought, had actually surpassed Brian Carter’s peak level. Yet as soon as the sword was drawn, it was as if he had practiced it tens of thousands of times—fluent and natural, without the slightest awkwardness.

In his memories, Brian Carter’s Breaking Edge Sword Technique had already reached level twenty. His mastery of this sword art was unrivaled in the world. Unconsciously, everything in his memory had already fused with reality.

Brian Carter had no time to dwell on it. He carefully examined the green goblin and, after confirming it was identical to the creature in his memories, shouted to the others, “The monsters from underground are coming up! Everyone, hurry to the shelter and hide…”

The green goblin’s corpse on the ground finally woke everyone from their daze. Many women began to scream.

A few men managed to remain calm, but even they looked at Brian Carter differently now. One of the security team members, in particular, had a glint in his eye. That sword strike from Brian Carter was clearly the Breaking Edge Sword Technique used by the Imperial Army of the Bright Empire.

He had served in the military and had practiced the Breaking Edge Sword Technique for nearly twenty years. Yet Brian Carter’s swordsmanship was so skilled and practiced, it seemed even better than his own. How could Eric Grant not be curious and amazed?

The sudden appearance of the green goblin not only confirmed Brian Carter’s words, but also showcased his superb sword skills and extraordinary composure and maturity.

Everyone usually lived together and was very familiar with Brian Carter. But today, Brian Carter felt like a stranger to them all. There was even an aura of awe about him.

Brian Carter gave a quick instruction and then hurriedly ran down the corridor.

Even after Brian Carter’s figure disappeared, the people in the corridor still hadn’t fully come to their senses. Monsters from underground suddenly appearing in the base was far beyond their imagination, and they couldn’t accept this reality in such a short time.

“Don’t just stand there! Take the children to the shelter in Zone F. That’s the only safe place,” the former soldier shouted. Having served in the military and now a member of the security team, he was far calmer in a crisis than the ordinary staff.

With another reminder, everyone finally snapped out of it. They rushed back to their rooms—putting on clothes, picking up still-sleeping children, gathering valuables—in a flurry of chaos, then hurried anxiously toward the third floor.

To prepare for emergencies, the base held a drill every year. Though everyone was panicked, they hadn’t yet encountered the enemy. They managed to stay barely calm and followed the drill procedures.

The second floor of the base was a huge residential area, vast in size. It was divided into nine zones according to work rank. Brian Carter, thanks to his uncle, had a private room in Zone E. His uncle’s whole family lived in Zone C. Sophie’s father was a senior executive at the base and lived in Zone B.

Brian Carter needed to find his uncle first to warn him, then find Sophie. Through Sophie, he could reach her father, William Foster. William Foster was the executive director and the most powerful person in the base.

If he could persuade Andrew Foster, saving the base would no longer be just a dream.

The increasingly fierce fighting underground had already woken everyone. The roads were filled with panicked faces, most people bewildered and at a loss.

Since the base was built, mining had gone very smoothly. Although there had been many conflicts with the underground races, those battles were always handled by the security team. In everyone’s eyes, the underground races were nothing more than savage beasts—ferocious, but not truly frightening. After all, the gap in civilization was too great.

When the underground races launched a full-scale attack, no one realized how serious the situation was. With the communications and AI systems destroyed, communication within the base was almost completely cut off. It could be said that, whether among the base leadership or the fighting security team, no one understood the situation better than Brian Carter.

The situation was urgent. Brian Carter knew that if he shouted that the enemy was coming, he would only attract a lot of questions. He had neither the time nor the energy to deal with that, so he could only speed up and head toward Zone C.

He quickly ran through the intersection and turned left into Zone C. Here, all the buildings were four stories high, spacious, and had bright windows. Under the huge photon-simulated sky on the top floor, there was no sense of the oppressive underground atmosphere at all.

As he entered through the main gate, the scanner beeped, and a gentle synthesized female voice said, “Visitor has access permission, but is carrying a sword. This is a dangerous weapon. Please submit to questioning.”

Brian Carter had no time to bother with this and ran straight toward Building C7, where his uncle lived, leaving only the electronic alarm shrieking behind him.

By now, people in Zone C were also awake, many peering out their windows to see what was happening. The once tidy streets were now filled with people. Seeing Brian Carter hurrying by with a longsword in hand, their gazes became somewhat strange.