Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 191: The Massacre that shook the Brightspire District.

Chapter 191: The Massacre that shook the Brightspire District.

Brightspire Quarters

The usually tranquil Brightspire Quarters trembled faintly under the deep, rumbling growl of approaching military engines.

Vroooom.

The convoy sped along the wide, pristine roads, its presence immediately drawing attention.

Heads turned from manicured lawns, balconies, and marble walkways as residents paused mid-conversation.

"What is going on? Why is the military here?"

"Are we under attack?"

"This is strange. I’ve never seen the army enter Brightspire Quarters like this before."

Whispers spread quickly among the pedestrians, their gazes lingering on the convoy as it thundered past.

In a district reserved for the wealthiest and most powerful, such a display of force was unheard of.

The military did not come here casually and certainly not like this.

Within minutes, word of their arrival began to ripple through the entire district.

Inside the lead jeep, Thoren sat calmly, his piercing gaze fixed on the scenery beyond the glass.

Elegant mansions lined the streets, each more extravagant than the last.

Lush gardens bloomed with rare flowers, fountains shimmered under the afternoon sun, and the air itself felt cleaner, lighter than anywhere else in the city.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Who would have thought the city had a place like this?" he murmured softly.

His voice was low, almost contemplative.

"I suppose this is where my parents will live."

There was no hesitation in his tone.

Now that he had returned, there was no world in which he would allow his parents to remain in the slums of North Dock.

They had suffered long enough.

They had endured humiliation, poverty, and torment.

Now, it was time for them to live.

Time for them to reap what little peace the world could offer.

Lost in his thoughts, Thoren barely noticed as the convoy began to slow.

Moments later, the vehicles came to a halt before a magnificent villa.

Guarding the entrance were rows of elite security personnel.

Each man stood tall, clad in combat gear, their weapons polished and ready. Their expressions were solemn as they locked eyes with the military convoy.

The tension in the air rose instantly.

The guards tightened their grip on their rifles.

Though they were elite, far superior to ordinary security forces, they knew better than to underestimate the military.

The gap between them was not something skill alone could bridge.

Unless forced, they would never choose confrontation.

Creak.

The jeep doors opened one after another as soldiers stepped out in formation.

But what drew everyone’s attention was not the soldiers.

It was Thoren.

He stepped down from the central jeep with unhurried calm, dragging behind him a battered, blood-soaked figure.

The fat mine boss.

The man’s condition was horrifying.

His jaw hung broken, his face swollen and caked with blood.

His eyes were filled with raw terror and despair, his body trembling uncontrollably as he struggled to remain conscious.

Thoren stopped a few steps forward and looked down at him.

"Is this the place?" he asked coldly.

"Urgh..." The man nodded weakly, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

At this point, death was no longer something he feared. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

It was something he longed for.

Receiving his answer, Thoren released him without another glance.

Thud.

The man collapsed onto the ground with a sickening impact, blood splattering outward, mixed with fragments of flesh.

Behind Thoren, Ardyn, Serene, and Elara watched the scene unfold.

A chill ran down their spines.

Even the soldiers, though disciplined, could not suppress the unease creeping into their hearts.

Whoosh!

Without warning, the air distorted.

Two hooded figures materialized out of thin air, appearing silently at Thoren’s side.

Their dark robes fluttered faintly, their weapons gleaming under the bright daylight. Though their faces remained hidden, their presence alone warped the atmosphere.

It was suffocating.

Heavy.

Like death itself had taken form.

The soldiers stiffened instinctively.

They had seen these figures before.

And each time they appeared, one thing always followed...Blood.

Ardyn, Serene, and Elara exchanged uneasy glances.

They already knew what was coming.

Another massacre.

Even though they had witnessed his ruthlessness before, they still struggled to reconcile the man before them with the frail boy they once knew.

Was this truly their son?

Was this what the abyss did to people?

Did it strip away their humanity... leaving behind only something cold, something merciless?

Questions swirled in their minds, but none dared voice them.

Because deep down, they understood why he was doing it.

Unaware of their thoughts, Thoren stepped forward, his undead servants following closely behind.

The elite guard captain swallowed hard, forcing himself to stand tall as Thoren approached.

"Sir," he said firmly, though a hint of tension betrayed him, "this is private property. Please turn back."

Behind him, the guards raised their weapons in unison.

Their fingers hovered near the triggers.

They were ready.

Or at least, they thought they were.

Thoren’s expression did not change.

Not even slightly.

To him, these men were no different from the others.

Anyone tied to the Hollow Trust would die.

No exceptions.

No mercy.

"...Kill."

The command echoed silently in his mind.

Whoosh!

The air twisted violently as the two undead servants vanished.

"Hmm?!"

The guard captain’s instincts screamed.

Every hair on his body stood on end.

"F-FIRE!" he shouted, stumbling backward.

Ratatatatata!

Ratatatatata!

Gunfire erupted instantly, shattering the calm district.

Bullets tore through the air in a relentless barrage, the sound echoing across the pristine streets.

Behind the convoy, soldiers quickly moved to shield Elara and her parents, pulling them into cover.

Fear flashed across their faces.

But then, the screams began.

"Ahhhhh!"

"AHHHHH!"

The guards barely managed to fire a second volley before chaos consumed them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The undead servants moved like phantoms, too fast to track, leaving only blurred afterimages in their wake.

They appeared amidst the guards in an instant.

Axes rose and fell like instruments of judgment.

A man’s body split cleanly in two before he even realized what had happened.

Another’s head was torn from his shoulders, spinning through the air before crashing onto the pavement.

Blood sprayed in violent arcs.

Limbs were severed.

Bodies collapsed.

The once pristine entrance of the villa was transformed into a scene of carnage within seconds.