Monster Gacha System: Becoming The Final Boss

Amidst the labyrinth-like interior of the Fourth Division's headquarters, Damien sauntered with poise, avoiding Jaegers of Block 4 with ease. He was like a ghost, nonexistent and enigmatic.

Weaving through the crowd of Jaegers rushing outside to reinforce their defenses, he reached the lower levels of the building.

It was cold and concrete, evoking the feel of an archaic prison. Though it really was one. Below the Headquarters of the Fourth Division was the high-maximum prison, Tartarus.

Heinous metahuman and vampire criminals were imprisoned beneath its walls, forever forbidden to see the light of day or the starry night sky.

It didn't take long for him to reach the deepest halls of Tartarus, where the tribunal of two Paragons was held. There he met all of them, the Paragons of Humanity.

In the center of the strongest humans in the New World was none other than his boss, the seventh Paragon and strongest of humanity.

Alastair Glass.

Damien stepped forward, his lips curling into a subtle smile. "Hey, boss... Apologies for being late. There was some traffic along the way."

He glanced at the Paragons, each stronger than the leader of the Shadow Division he had previously confronted in the northern fringes of the New World.

It appears that the former Paragon he fought was the weakest one amongst all of them. It could be the reason why he rebelled.

Except for the sixth Paragon, it seemed that all of his boss's colleagues attended the tribunal. From the looks of it, Alastair probably reigned them in through sheer domination.

"Took you long enough, Damien... I didn't even need your rescue anymore." Alastair grinned, gazing upon her Aberrant with arrogance.

"Oh, I'm not here for you," Damien smirked and shook his head before pointing at the fifth Paragon beside his boss. "I'm actually here for her."

"Block 5 wanted me to return their Paragon from the West Coast. Please don't misunderstand," he added, while Jane Doe chuckled from intrigue.

"Your Aberrant is pretty interesting, Alastair. Mind lending him to the Intelligence Division? I'll take extra good care of him." Jane suggested as Alastair grunted in annoyance.

Returning her attention to the unfilial subordinate, the gorgeous white-haired lady raised her eyebrows. "Where is your partner, Damien?"

"There were some complications along the way, but she's recuperating. I'll give my report once the two of us are in private." He maintained his professional smile.

Not letting a sign or a clue regarding his partner, the vampire.

Alastair narrowed her gaze and sighed. "Regardless, you have gotten stronger. You're getting nearer to our summit, so you deserve praise."

"The northern fringes must have forged both of you into fine Jaegers." She walked forward, patting his shoulder. "Unfortunately, I failed in catching the infiltrators deep within the Federation."

"I don't want to destroy the house for a couple of rats. I suppose you'll have to deal with the traitors." Alastair walked past her subordinate and added.

"I'll handle the fallout of everything that happens. Besides, your senior needs my assistance." Her supple lips curved into a smirk as she snapped her fingers; reality was bent into its knees.

Silence pervaded the grand halls of Tartarus as Damien turned his attention towards the Paragons nearby. His eyes squinted, staring at them.

He felt hostility from one of them, originating from a young man a bit older than him. The identity of the hostile man was easily discernible.

"You must be the fourth Paragon. Sorry about my boss. Don't take her personally, or you'll die." The fact that the fourth already tried to throw Alastair to the tribunal meant that he was foolish.

An easily manipulatable dumbass. A powerful one at that.

"May I hold your hand, Miss Jane? I will be returning you to your home." Damien lightly bowed as the fifth Paragon gently smiled and stepped forward. "How gentlemanly."

Jane Doe tilted her head and asked. "Are you sure you wouldn't want to be my pet, young man?"

He shook his head and replied. "Thank you for the invitation, but I'd rather not. I already stand beside Miss Alastair."

A saddened expression formed on the fifth Paragon's face as she nodded in understanding. "How unfortunate, my dogs would love to see a strong young man in their ranks."

One last time, Damien glanced at the Paragons, ending his gaze at the fourth. "Don't worry, Sir... I ensured that none of your subordinates would be hurt."

"But you'll have to worry about some damage in your Headquarters. Though you're probably rich enough to repair it."

He smirked and blinked from existence, bringing the fifth with him. Once again, silence permeated throughout the grand halls of Tartarus.

What was supposed to be the most respected prison in the New World became a joke today. The fourth Paragon clenched his fist while the remaining Paragons glanced at him.

No emotion came from their faces as they made their way out of the prison. The farce today has finally concluded. At the very least, none of the Paragons died from the White Devil's wrath.

Meanwhile...

Before the entrance of the SIGIL Intelligence Headquarters in Langley, Damien and Jane stood. Their unexpected appearances attracted the attention of intelligence operatives.

In mere moments, the intelligence officers emerged from the entrance, their faces relieved to see their Paragon untouched.

Jane Doe gracefully smiled at her pets and softly said. "I apologize for worrying all of you. I should have been more careful about potential ungrateful muts."

"We already took care of the traitor, Mistress. Intelligence is currently being extracted from the bastard." An intelligence officer reported.

The fifth Paragon patted his head while the others got closer. Damien felt that the circumstances were a bit too strange for him to delve into.

H recalled the images of dogs seeing their owner after a vacation. No wonder the Paragon considered them pets.

These wierdos don't even pretend to be professional anymore.

Damien backed away, giving distance between himself and the operatives of Block 5. Better not disturb these people.

"I should be taking my leave. If you find any intelligence regarding the infiltrators, you can call me." Not wanting to stay nearby for a single moment, he announced to them.

Jane Doe glanced at him, tilting her head. "Are you sure you don't want to stay for a time being with us? Perhaps, you'll be able to hear the information you need immediately."

"No need... You can call me Miss Jane." Damien blinked away, not giving them a single second to utter another word.

He teleported in the middle of the devastated Washington, taking a deep breath. "I guess there are wierdos amongst the Jaegers. Is Devon one of them?"

Damien shook his head and decided to throw such thoughts to the back of his mind. He turned his gaze towards the direction of New York. It was nearby and wouldn't affect his schedule.

Maybe he could visit his partner in the meantime.

"That isn't a bad idea at all." The eerie winds whispered in the background, remnants of the short era before the revolution that unravelled the New World.

It was the battleground of humanity and vampires, the confrontation that would decide the fate of an entire species.

Fortunately, the Paragons won, and humankind was liberated from the fangs of the Clan. Otherwise, the dark age of humanity would last for decades to come.

If he had awakened in such a world, who knows what his fate would have become? He might truly transform into a monstrous entity of destruction and rebirth.

"Lucky, huh?" Damien blinked away, teleporting into the penthouse of Doctor Krieger. He stood within the living room, his clothing untouched by what had occurred not too long ago.

Krieger stepped out of the bathroom, towel hugging her ample body. When she noticed an intruder in her living room, her skin chilled as she squeaked in instinct.

"Eek!" She stopped her lips, glaring at the bastard who entered her penthouse without warning. "Damien! You're an asshole."

Water dripped from her wet hair as she crossed her arms together in anger. "You can't just enter my home without warning. How many times do I have to remind you of this?"

"Sorry about that, I just wanted to see if she's alright." Damien rubbed the back of his head, somewhat pondering about how muted he felt.

Even though a beautiful woman was in front of him, there wasn't much in his body that reacted to her. It made him wonder how far the effects of his identity as an Aberrant went.

His public decency was even affected. Barging into the homes of others felt like a second instinct to him.

Krieger merely frowned as a crimson-haired vampire walked into the living room, her expression barely concealing her delight. But there was a clear difference over her head.

A pair of demonic horns rooted themselves over her head, tinted in coal-black. Behind her was a demonic tail, moving in a hypnotic motion.

Hecate had completed her evolution as a hybrid of both Demonia and Vampire species. And...

Damien felt a sense of urgency welling up deep within him. It was dangerous, uncontrollable. A word surfaced from his mind.

Lust.