Supreme Game: Antimagic Apocalypse

"Who are you?" Raizel finally managed to shout over the wind.

"Someone who doesn't want to see you die tonight!" the rider yelled back, voice distorted slightly.

Raizel's chest burned with unanswered questions, but for now, survival was all that mattered.

The bike sped into the deep, forgotten industrial districts of the city, disappearing into a labyrinth of tunnels and ruins.

Behind them, the Federation's forces howled in frustration — the Criminal had slipped through their fingers.

But Raizel knew this was only the beginning.

The world was now hunting him.

And whoever had saved him…

He would find out soon enough whether they were a friend.

Or just another enemy waiting for the right time to strike.

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"Target lost. Requesting immediate backup."

The voice crackled through the comm line, strained and panicked.

Inside a high-tech control room lined with glowing blue monitors, a man in a finely pressed black business suit stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His jaw was sharp, his hair slicked, and his eyes burned with cold fury.

He turned slowly toward the officer who had spoken.

"Damn you morons," he growled, each word like venom. "Can you even do a single thing right?"

The officer flinched. "But sir, we weren't aware he had allies. Someone interfered—"

"That's the problem!" the man snapped, slamming his palm against the console. "You're all idiots. You couldn't take down a kid! You should be playing Go, not leading squads. Useless!"

Another officer stepped forward hesitantly. "Sir, we—"

"No buts!" he barked. "I want all forces mobilized. I don't care if you have to shut down the entire sector. We're going to find the killer of my son. At any cost."

There was a tense silence before a junior tactician dared to speak.

"But sir, that would violate the inter-guild accords. If Apex retaliates—"

The man let out a bitter laugh, eyes gleaming. "Retaliate? No. They won't. You really think they'll throw away a decades-old alliance over some kid? The Guildmaster of Apex is a friend of my father's. They'll shut their mouths and look the other way."

The officers exchanged nervous glances.

"Now," the man continued, voice low and dangerous, "do what I say. Find. That. Boy."

"Yes, sir!"

Elsewhere…

Raizel stumbled into a dimly lit underground facility, led by the mysterious biker who'd saved him.

The air was cool and heavy with the scent of old metal and magic-infused machinery. Stone walls hummed faintly, lined with rune circuits and protective sigils. Crates, weapons, communication screens — all arranged with meticulous care.

He turned, still gripping his spear tightly.

From the far end of the room, footsteps echoed.

And then, emerging from the shadows — Maestro.

Raizel's eyes widened.

"You—!"

Standing beside Maestro, now without her helmet, was the biker. Her long jet-black hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with mischief and defiance.

Navarna.

Raizel exhaled sharply, forcing his racing thoughts to settle.

"You guys... what's going on?" he asked, voice calm but wary.

Maestro gave him a faint, approving nod.

"You've stirred up quite the hornet's nest, Raizel. But that's to be expected. Alastor wasn't just a brat with a grudge. He was the heir to one of the oldest families tied to the Vulkan Guild. Killing him... even if it was justified, has put a target on your back."

Raizel's grip on his spear tightened, but he didn't interrupt.

Navarna leaned casually against a crate, arms folded. "You're lucky I was watching. Otherwise they would've painted the streets with your blood. And don't give me that look — you can barely fake calm right now."

Raizel scowled, but said nothing.

"We brought you here," Maestro continued, "because it's no longer safe for you to operate openly. Not in the city. And not even under Apex Guild's banner."

Raizel's eyes narrowed. "They betrayed me."

Maestro nodded. "No. But they chose to remain neutral. And in this game, neutrality is the same as complicity."

"So what now?" Raizel asked. "I hide like a coward? Let them hunt me while my family's missing?"

Maestro stepped forward, placing a hand on Raizel's shoulder. "Don't worry, your family is safe. But if you want to protect them — and survive — you need to become more than a fugitive."

Raizel's gaze sharpened. "More?"

"You need to become a threat." Navarna grinned.

"I get that," Raizel said, eyes narrowing. "But who tipped you off about the attack? Don't tell me there weren't any higher-ups involved — because I won't believe it."

Maestro scratched his head, exhaling softly. "You're right, Raizel. It was Sage Camilla who informed us and ordered your rescue. But we didn't do this just because of her orders." He looked Raizel in the eyes, his voice steady. "We did it because we're your friends. You risked your life to protect us. Compared to that, this is nothing."

Navarna stepped forward, her earlier playful tone replaced by seriousness. "Yeah. And Kierra should be here any moment now. After that... it's your call." She held his gaze. "Whether you want to grow stronger first, or strike back immediately — the choice is yours. We'll support you completely, no matter what."

The hum of a concealed elevator echoed down the corridor.

Navarna turned her head toward the sound. "She's here."

The steel door hissed open, and from it stepped Kierra — her golden blonde hair slightly tousled, her short combat coat flaring as she moved with confident ease. Her eyes met Raizel's instantly, a flicker of worry hidden beneath her usual smug grin.

"Tch. Took you long enough to nearly get killed," she said, walking up to him. "You're always causing trouble when I'm not around."

Raizel managed a faint smile. "Glad to see you too."

Kierra's gaze swept over him, briefly checking for injuries, then turned to Maestro and Navarna. "You two did well getting him out."

"We had some help," Maestro replied. "But it was close."

Kierra folded her arms. "I've already heard what happened. The whole city's crawling with drones and mages now. They've blacklisted your entire residence. Probably already spinning some story to the public."

"I figured as much," Raizel said, rubbing the back of his neck. "There's no going back now. Even the Apex Guild's not safe."

Navarna leaned forward. "So, what's your next move? You still want to go back into the Supreme Game?"

Raizel's eyes narrowed slightly. "No."

Everyone went quiet.

He continued, voice calm but firm. "The Game is too exposed. I've seen how much they monitor us — especially me. Anything I do in there will just get fed back to those who want me dead. I can't grow under surveillance… and I can't afford to put any of you in danger either."

Kierra tilted her head. "Then what? You planning on running?"

Raizel shook his head. "I want to go on Invader Defense missions — in the real world."

Maestro's brow rose. "You mean outside the walls? Those missions are brutal. No support. No public coverage. They're completely off the record."

"That's exactly why I want them," Raizel replied. "No eyes watching. No rules binding me. I'll take the risk. I'd rather fight real monsters than live like prey hiding from politics."

Kierra gave him a look of approval. "You've got guts, I'll give you that."

"But you won't be going alone," Navarna said, stepping closer. "The ten of us — we started this together. We fight together. If you're heading into the wild zones, we're going with you."

Raizel looked between them, surprised. "All ten? Are you sure?"

Maestro grinned. "We've already talked. You saved each of us at some point — in the Game or out here. We owe you more than you think."

"I don't want anyone dying for me," Raizel warned, but there was a quiet warmth behind his words.

"That's not your decision," Kierra said bluntly. "We're your team, whether you like it or not. And we're going to make damn sure you become strong enough to burn anyone who tries to mess with us again."

Navarna pulled out a small holo-pad and flicked through a map projection. "There's an abandoned sector at the East Rift Border. It's been overrun by creatures from a recent rift breach. No guilds want to touch it — too unstable, no rewards posted. But it's perfect for what we need."

"Full of danger," Maestro added. "But no prying eyes."

Raizel considered it for a moment. "Then that's our starting point."

Kierra nodded. "I'll prep the gear. And I know someone who can get us a stealth transport off the books."

Navarna smiled. "We'll need supplies and resonance stones too. If we're doing this… we go all in."

Maestro gave Raizel a hard pat on the back. "Welcome to the underground. Time to survive, evolve, and show them what a real threat looks like."

Raizel's eyes glowed faintly crimson, his grip tightening on the Convergence Spear. The air around him pulsed with something quiet — not rage, but resolve.

This wasn't about revenge anymore. This was about power. About protecting those who stood with him. About rising beyond the system that wanted him broken.

"Then let's begin," Raizel said.

Together, the ten would venture into the shadows — not as fugitives, but as future legends.