From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 515 The Director's Eye

The Director hurried down the hall, each step deliberate and focused. As he reached the locker, his hand automatically reached for the Desert Eagle, its familiar weight grounding him. He suited up in his green and black armor, leaving the suit and tie behind as if shedding his old skin. Today wasn't about formalities—it was about action.

Once dressed, he made his way to the teleportation pad. The flash of light whisked him away, and in seconds, he was standing atop the Great Hall of the People in Beijing. His eyes traced the skyline, the city sprawling beneath him. Quiet for now, but not for long.

He looked up at the sky, just in time to see the rocket's white trail cutting across the blue. The rocket soared toward the crystal suspended high above, and then—impact. A blinding explosion shattered the crystal, sending shards glittering down like a million tiny stars. The Director felt a deep sense of finality as he watched.

After all this time... he thought, gripping the edge of his suit jacket tightly.

He stood still for a moment, savoring the victory, before the familiar tap of claws on his shoulder brought him back to the present. The black crow had returned, its red eyes gleaming as it perched, watching the sky.

"Long time no see, old friend," the Director said, his voice soft but steady. "Thought I might not need you this time."

The crow tilted its head and croaked in its broken, jagged speech. "Must... destroy... crystals. Planet... gone...

soon."

The Director nodded, understanding the warning. "I know. But we're close now. We've done it—at least this part. The real fight's coming, isn't it?"

The bird shifted its weight, its feathers ruffling in the wind. "Protect... Jade. I... protect... boy.

World... shifting."

The Director's gaze narrowed. "World's always shifting, but I know what you mean."

"No," the Director said firmly, watching as the ground continued to tremble and split apart. "I'll handle this. The locals can manage the rest."

"... Right. Yes, sir." Gojaro's voice sounded reluctant, but he didn't argue.

With the line cut, the Director leaped from the rooftop, descending rapidly toward the ground. As he dropped, red flames began to seep from his skin, engulfing his suit in a crimson aura. The energy swirled around him, intensifying as he clapped his hands together. In one swift motion, he threw his arms outward, sending a blast of energy in all directions.

The black liquid recoiled, pushed back by the sheer force of his power, clearing a path through the streets.

His feet hit the ground with a heavy thud, the earth cracking beneath him. The Director stood tall amidst the chaos, his eyes scanning the area. The liquid was still spreading, but he had bought a few precious moments. He tapped his earpiece again, switching to a local channel.

In fluent Chinese, he spoke with urgency, "We have a Kaiju emerging in the Xicheng District. Full evacuation plan in effect. I need soldiers down here to back me up."

A brief silence followed before the voice on the other end responded, the tone surprisingly casual. "I speak English as well, but sure, I'll get that going." The hint of sarcasm didn't escape the Director's notice, but now wasn't the time for quips.

"Thank you," the Director replied, keeping his voice steady as he turned his focus back to the growing threat.

"It's always good to have a hand in political matters," the Director muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the flickering street lights, the distant wails of sirens slowly becoming louder. "Let's just hope he can get me some backup. The less life lost, the better the UNDF will look."

As he took in his surroundings, he noticed civilians with their phones out, cameras trained on him. Typical. Moments of crisis always seemed to bring out people's need to record. He tried to ignore them, keeping his focus on the growing threat, but it was hard to miss the feeling of eyes watching him from every corner.

Suddenly, the black liquid that had been pooling in the streets began to shift. It pulled together into a single, slick line, snaking its way toward the Director before forming into a spinning disc. Without hesitation, the Director drew his Desert Eagle, aiming swiftly.

The barrel gleamed as he infused the bullet with his own energy, pulling the trigger once. The shot was precise, cutting through the liquid mass and vaporizing it instantly.