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In the dim, damp confines of an underground vault beneath the city of Kaoline, a formidable figure moved with reasonable haste.

Standing more than seven feet tall, his bald head gleamed under the sparse lighting, accentuating his muscular physique.

Clad in his signature white tank top and black army pants, he had a massive black dragon tattoo that coiled menacingly around his right arm.

This was Delmar, a man of imposing presence and fierce reputation. Who was also the one that created the identification card of our protagonist. The same identification card that has brought some troubles for our young protagonist.

Delmar sped through the vault\'s contents with practiced efficiency, storing a variety of items into his storage ring. Supplies, weapons, healing medicines, money--nothing escaped his grasp.

His actions were swift and methodical, betraying a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.

Among all the items he collected, money received the greatest attention. He prioritized it above all else, as if his very survival depended on amassing as much as possible.

The loss of even a single coin seemed an unbearable prospect to him, a thought that gnawed at the core of his being.

As Delmar scoured the vault for more valuables, a sudden beep pierced the silence. He turned sharply towards the sound, his eyes narrowing as he located the source--a computer in the back corner.

He stopped his actions and snickered angrily at the thought of what that had stopped his important work.

Striding over, he stared at the screen, its glow casting a harsh light on his rugged features.

The monitor displayed a security alert, indicating that a group of individuals had infiltrated the vault and were searching for someone specific, someone being himself.

Delmar\'s face twisted in annoyance as he muttered to himself, "Ah, fuck. It\'s only been three hours and they\'re already on my tail. Who would have thought that Wicked Bitch of the South would send her elite troops to hunt down a \'Nobody\' like me?"

"The day couldn\'t get any worse now could it"

Reflecting on recent events, he continued, "This all happened because I tried to help that kid. I should have just handed the kid over to them and made some cash--a win-win for everyone... well not everyone. The kid would have been the one in the most problematic state."

"Regarding him... Who the fu*k is he actually? To actually muster the anger of the Goldstein Great Houses Wraith for just helping him... Well not entirely as it might also have something to do with me killing their scout and making a mockery of them."

He sighed deeply, regret evident in his voice. "Well, can\'t change the past. Might as well ruin some futures in the process. Now lets see who are the ones that will be my next lab rats for some experiments"

With grim determination, Delmar typed furiously on the keyboard. A prompt appeared on the screen, asking if he wanted to initiate a particular process.

Without hesitation, he hit \'Enter\', a bloodthirsty smile creeping across his face as he watched the intruders through the surveillance monitors.

200 Meters Up on the Surface

Above the vault, in the desolate center of Kaoline, a team of operatives clad in black armor moved with precision.

They were members of the second most elite group within the Goldstein family\'s forces, renowned for their expertise in scouting and swift assassinations.

Their leader, Alexforge Nile, was a hard-driving man who had transformed his once mediocre team into a formidable unit.

Today they were here for one particular purpose, and that is to get rid of one particular mouse who has been gnawing at the Goldstein Great House for a few hours.

The elite group was on a mission directly assigned by their esteemed Miss Anabeth. Alexforge held her in the highest regard, always referring to her as "Miss Anabeth" out of deep respect and loyalty.

He harbored disdain for the Halbert family, believing that no member of that lineage could ever be worthy of his goddess. His ambitions were bright; he wanted to elevate his team to surpass the 1st Brigadiers, a group of almost mythical strength within the Goldstein hierarchy.

Today\'s mission was of utmost importance. A man had dared to disgrace the Goldstein family--a family that ranked third in power, just below the royal family and the Halberts.

They had tracked the culprit to an underground lair somewhere in this area and were now searching for the entrance.

"Guys, split into groups of three and search for any anomalies," Alexforge ordered, his voice carrying just enough to be heard without alerting potential enemies. "Report anything suspicious immediately."

As his team fanned out, Alexforge assessed the surroundings with a critical eye. The place reeked of dampness and decay, a perfect setting for traps. But Alexforge was confident. They were not ordinary soldiers; they were the elite, and no amount of trickery could stop them.

His thoughts turned to the unknown adversary.

\'Whoever this guy is, he\'s meticulous. This place is ideal for setting traps, but we\'re not amateurs. We\'re the best.\'

Despite his confidence, Alexforge decided to say a word of caution. "Guys, the person we\'re dealing with is resourceful and knows how to use his environment. Be extra careful."

The team members, seasoned and battle-hardened, acknowledged their leader\'s warning with nods.

Among them, a subgroup of two men and a woman wearing high-quality light armor was inspecting a corner of the site. The woman, known as Extra Three, noticed something peculiar.

"Hey, guys, look over here," she called out.

The two men, Extra One and Extra Two, joined her, peering at a grenade lying on the ground, its pin still intact.

Extra One chuckled. "Haha, Extra Three, you called us over for this? It\'s just a grenade with its pin on."

Extra Three insisted, "No, something feels off about this."

"What\'s suspicious about a grenade with the pin still in? It\'s not like it\'s going to--"

His sentence was cut short as the grenade\'s pin suddenly popped off. "Oh, shi--"

BOOM

The explosion echoed through the place, a stark reminder of the perils that lay in waiting. Delmar, watching through the monitors, saw the blast\'s impact and chuckled darkly. He knew the hunt was far from over, but this small victory brought a savage satisfaction.

Back on the surface, Alexforge and his remaining team members felt the ground shake beneath their feet.

The realization that their enemy was indeed cunning and dangerous dawned on them fully. The mission had just escalated, and the stakes were higher than ever.

Alexforge\'s mind raced. \'This guy is not just resourceful; he\'s deadly. We need to adapt and outsmart him if we want to complete this mission.\'

He gathered his team, their faces now marked with grim determination. "Stay sharp. This is just the beginning. We\'ll get him, no matter what it takes."

As the team regrouped and continued their search, Delmar prepared for the next move in this deadly game of cat and mouse.

The vault, with all its hidden dangers and treasures, became a battleground where there lay waiting for them only destruction and sorrow.