Eternal Master: Path to Godlike Status-Chapter 8: ENDLESS PART

Rain entered the meeting room.

Light pulsed beneath the glass table, data flowing in underwater currents—topographical maps of the Nordics and encrypted files drifting across its blue surface. Three individuals sat in the flickering glow.

Rain pulled out a chair and sat.

"Nikola. Tech Division." The man’s accent was thick, smelling of Siberian winters "I handle the infrastructure."

"Madonna. External Affairs." she swiped the screen and began the briefing.

Images of scorched concrete and mangled steel filled the display.

"We’ve tracked the radicals to a decommissioned Cold War base in Norway."

Rain’s finger tapped the glass over a jagged Norwegian fjord. "The site is an abandoned base. Why there?"

"We believe it’s the origin point," Nikola interjected. "The seismic data from the start of the Nightmare curse-event triangulates directly to these coordinates."

"That settles it. Arrange transport—I want to see the site myself."

She answered quickly, almost tripping over the words. "I’ll request a C-17 Globemaster III to Orlando Air Base—"

"Just fly over the coordinates," Rain interrupted. "I’ll exit mid-flight. A landing strip is a waste of time."

Madonna paused, her gaze flicking to the Director.

Jackson didn’t argue. He simply gave a single nod.

The decision wasn’t about permission; it was about the recognition of Rain’s utility.

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Nine hours later, the C-17’s cargo hold rattled with turbulence.

The door cracked open. Wind exploded into the cabin, carrying snow and ice that shredded at exposed skin and rattled every bolt and panel. The temperature plummeted.

"Sir, we’re approaching the drop-off point." The paratrooper held out a harness. "Please put on your parachute."

Rain did not answer. He stepped off the metal lip of the ramp and vanished into the screaming ice storm.

Silence filled the whole plane. Then one paratrooper found his voice.

"What the hell happened... who did we just bring here?"

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The friction of the descent stripped the heat from the air, but he compensated, his internal temperature rising until he trailed a ghost-shroud of steam.

Below, the frozen wasteland spread white and endless. He calculated distance, wind, impact. Time slowed in his mind.

Twenty meters from the surface, he kicked. The sudden, violent displacement of air acted as a kinetic brake, a shockwave that pulverized the ice before his boots even touched it.

Thud.

He was sprinting before the crystalline dust settled.

To the guards at the abandoned base, he must’ve looked like some beast barreling out of the storm.

Good thing they’d been briefed. Otherwise, alarms would already be screaming. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

An officer saluted at the entrance.

"Lieutenant Vincent, Navy, sir."

Rain returned the salute. His Honorary Colonel rank had uses.

"Take me inside. Brief me on everything you’ve found."

Vincent nodded and led the way.

The base opened up into endless concrete corridors that swallowed the weak winter sunlight.

A vast network of hallways and rooms—places that once contained secret research, laboratories, storage for wartime supplies.

Vincent launched into his report as they walked.

Rain half-listened, his focus divided between the words and the faint vibrations humming through the structure.

Frequency sensitivity—one of the stranger abilities he developed over years of evolution.

"Colonel, this place housed hundreds before. Trash everywhere. And the rooms are renovated for habitation. Even the indoor farm still works."

"Anything important?"

"Nothing. They torched or hauled away anything useful."

No need to waste time on the obvious.

Deeper areas held more promise. People were predictable—they buried secrets far from prying eyes.

They passed storage rooms, dormitories, a gutted cafeteria. Vincent opened another door.

Inside, the utilities room looked ordinary enough—breaker boxes, old HVAC equipment, dust, backup generators.

Rain stepped inside—and his skin began screaming. The vibration intensity spiked tenfold.

"Did you scan this area?" he asked.

"Yes, Colonel. Ground-penetrating radar, thermal imaging, ultrasonic mapping—everything came up empty."

Which would mean something if they were dealing with normal humans. But superpowers rewrote the rules. What technology couldn’t detect didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

Rain grabbed a metal rod from the wall. Hefted it once.

He closed his eyes. One by one, his senses went dark—sight, sound, smell. Only touch remained.

Monks spent decades mastering this technique, amplifying one sense to superhuman levels. Few ever succeeded.

He reached it in seconds.

Darkness swallowed everything. Like sinking into black water, depthless and absolute. Vibrations filled the void—every micro-tremor in the room becoming thunder in his skull.

The rod trembled in his grip, pulled by invisible currents. It shifted, tracing frequencies through air and stone.

Finally, the rod locked onto its target. His eyes snapped open.

"We need to dig into that wall." He pointed.

Vincent hesitated. "I’ll grab the drilling equipment—"

"No. Clear the room; I will handle the rest."

"Yes, Colonel"

Vincent left. The heavy steel door sealed shut behind him.

Rain stepped closer to the wall, rolled his shoulders, and planted his feet.

He inhaled—deeper, deeper, beyond any normal human capacity.

Veins corded along his arms. All that power, compressed to a single point of contact. He positioned his fist an inch from the concrete wall.

’Time to see what they’re hiding here.’