Vahn's immediate reaction was fury and disbelief. He, the King Vahn Necrotis, the wielder of the Void Dragon Ultimate bloodline, was bound and imprisoned by the technologically primitive forces of a past timeline. The sheer absurdity of the situation momentarily suppressed his rage.

​He tried to draw upon his spirit energy, but his meridians felt heavy and sluggish, confirming the immense drain from the battle with the Void Worm. His body was operating at a fraction of his true strength.

The metallic restraints, while useless against a fully powered Cultivator, effectively countered his current weakened state.

​Vahn scanned the room with his senses. He was in a small, windowless containment cell built into the bunker's concrete. He could feel the residual energies of advanced human technology all around him, but no immediate guards were visible. A large, one-way mirror dominated one wall.

Someone was definitely watching him.

​"I assume the little lab mice are watching," Vahn murmured in ridicule.

​He focused his Spirit Sense toward the mirror, not to attack, but to pierce the shield and glimpse his captors.

​On the other side of the glass, Dr. Thorne jumped, startled. He saw Vahn's eyes lock onto the mirror with impossible precision.

​"He's awake! Subject Zero is conscious!"

Dr. Thorne yelled into his microphone, a mixture of terror and exhilaration in his voice.

​

General Hayes's voice boomed over the intercom system: "Attention. Maintain containment, Doctor. Do not approach. We are initiating high-level interrogation protocols immediately. Get the lead linguist and psychological profile team ready. We need answers."

​Vahn, hearing the tinny, authoritative voice of the General, let a cold sneer curl his lip. They saw a prisoner; but he saw a group of flies who had dared to touch a sleeping dragon.

​He was chained, weakened, and stuck in the past, but the only thing he truly felt was the immense, crushing contempt of absolute power for fragile ignorance.

They wanted to conduct experiments? They wanted answers? Vahn would give them neither peace nor sleep until he was free.

After what Vahn estimated to be an hour, the door to the isolated containment chamber hissed open.

General Hayes and Dr. Aris Thorne entered, their faces tense but attempting to project authority. Several heavily armed Special Officers, clad in high-tech body armor, filed in behind them, positioning themselves as guards near the door.

It was a futile gesture against Vahn's true power, but a necessary ritual for the humans.

​Vahn lay utterly still on the metal bed, his dark eyes focused on his captors.

​Vahn decided that internal recovery could wait a moment. The immediate priority was establishing dominance, gathering intelligence, and shattering their illusion of control. He chose Psychological Warfare.

​As General Hayes stepped forward, ready to initiate the interrogation, Vahn released a subtle, non-physical wave of Void Dragon pressure. It wasn't enough to hurt them, but it was enough to pierce their mental defenses and trigger primal fear.

​General Hayes faltered as an invisible force slammed into his chest. His confident demeanor fractured, and his throat tightened. Dr. Thorne gasped, feeling a sudden, paralyzing chill that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

​"State your name, designation, and place of origin," Hayes demanded, despite his fear.

​Vahn didn't move. He simply focused on the General and then released a short Dream Art at Hayes's mind.

​The General's pupils dilated. For a split second, Hayes saw an impossible vision: his entire life, his career, his family, all collapsing into a swirling black vortex of nothingness.

Thud!

He staggered back, shaking violently. The gun in his right hand trembled uncontrollably.

​"Do you truly think a child's toy can restrain a force you cannot comprehend?" Vahn's snorted in disdain. "You seek answers, yet you tie the source of those answers to a flimsy table. Release me."

The General moved almost immediately.

He started unbinding Vahn.

​"General! No!" Dr. Thorne cried out, rushing forward to stop the disastrous action, but he was too late.

​With just a few taps on the control center, Vahn was freed.

​"P-Please... Don't kill me," General Hayes begged, collapsing onto his knees. The psychic shadow of Vahn's influence was still strong enough to compel obedience and abject terror.

​Vahn stood on his feet, stretching his still-weakened but functional limbs, and glared at the old Doctor and the kneeling General.

​"You know, I wasn't planning on interfering with mortal affairs," Vahn stated, his voice cold and devoid of mercy. "But you all deserve a punishment for performing those experiments on me. And your punishment is Death!"

​As soon as he finished speaking, Vahn moved with blinding speed. He snatched a surgical knife from a nearby metallic table and drove it into Dr. Thorne's chest with lethal intention.

​Puchi!

​Dr. Thorne immediately collapsed onto the ground, eyes wide with disbelief and terror. The red blood onto the white marble floor.

​

​Vahn turned to the stunned General next.

Noticing this, the surrounding Special Officers immediately pointed their rifles at Vahn and began shooting without delay.

​Bang! Bang! Bang!

​Vahn, using his advanced training and relying on the basic speed of his Void Refining Physique, moved like a shadow. He didn't need his cultivation; the physical mastery gained over lifetimes was enough.

He dodged every bullet from their rifles, the projectiles ripping harmlessly through the air where he had just stood.

Seeing the inhuman speed and reaction, the Special Officers broke into a cold sweat. Their advanced training and reflexes were useless against the recovered king.

​"We're doomed!"

​That was the last thing they said before they noticed their General's throat being sliced with monstrous perfection. Vahn had executed the kneeling Hayes instantly, retrieving his simple surgical knife.

​They finally understood. They were not fighting an alien; they were fighting a God.

​Vahn, fueled by righteous anger and the urgent need to escape this timeline, moved through the remaining guards. He targeted their weak points and quickly ended the threat.

​After a while, sirens and emergency lights blared all over the secret facility as Vahn made his escape. He smashed control panels, ignored alarms, and moved with ruthless efficiency through the corridors. Wherever he was obstructed, only blood and flesh remained.

​After somehow navigating through the complex underground facility, Vahn finally breached the surface. The night air of 2005 hit him, but he was instantly faced with an even greater problem.

​Outside, the military was waiting.

​Helicopters and fighter aircrafts surrounded him from all sides.

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