Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 195: The Reinforcement

Standing in front of the Federation Building Headquarters, Thoren stood quietly.

It was as if he were waiting for someone.

Behind him, the soldiers maintained solemn expressions. The Federation Building was unlike any other place they had been sent to.

Killing here would be different.

It would not merely be an act of violence, it would be a declaration of war.

Awakener or not, no one stood above the Federation.

Not Thoren. Not anyone.

The sergeant tightened his grip on his weapon, a deep frown etched across his face.

Sweat gathered faintly along his temples, though he remained outwardly composed.

A few feet away, Thoren’s parents and Elara wore worried expressions.

"Mother, what is Brother trying to do?" Elara asked, her voice trembling slightly.

She was afraid.

The overwhelming presence of the fully armed guards stationed in front of the Federation Building filled her with dread.

Everyone knew the might of the Federation, and now her brother stood directly against it.

She wanted to step forward—wanted to stop him.

To convince him to turn back.

But she knew better.

In the past, she might have gathered the courage to confront him, to argue and pull him away from danger.

But after witnessing him kill without hesitation as if human lives meant nothing, her understanding of him had shattered.

This was no longer the brother she once knew.

This was someone else entirely.

A cold, ruthless version of Thoren.

And against such a person, meaningless words would achieve nothing.

When Ardyn and Serene heard their daughter’s question, they exchanged a glance before letting out quiet sighs.

"What can we do?" Serene said softly, shaking her head.

It was not as though they could stop him.

Besides, everything he was doing... he was doing for them.

Stopping him now would only send the wrong message.

So they chose silence.

They chose to stand and watch as everything unfolded.

And deep down, despite the fear, there was a trace of pride in their hearts.

"Let’s just wait..." Ardyn said, his eyes fixed firmly on his son’s back.

He understood what this moment meant.

After today, their family’s status would change forever.

This was not just an act of vengeance.

It was a declaration.

A statement that would echo throughout the entire city.

He had failed to protect his family once.

But now, his son was doing what he could not.

And for that... he was grateful.

Meanwhile, more and more people began to gather in front of the Federation Headquarters.

They whispered among themselves, their voices low but filled with tension.

Many held their breath when they noticed the two battered figures lying nearby—faces covered in blood, jaws shattered, bodies barely recognizable.

Shock and fear spread through the crowd.

Yet, not a single person stepped forward to question Thoren.

No one dared.

Suddenly, the doors of the building burst open, and an old man hurried out with a flustered expression.

’This bastard...’ Councilor Albert cursed inwardly.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Thoren would dare to come directly to the Federation Headquarters.

"Young man, congratulations on your return from the abyss. This is a joyous occasion," Councilor Albert said with a warm, practiced smile.

As a seasoned politician, controlling his expression came as naturally as breathing.

"Why don’t we put everything aside for now and discuss how to celebrate your return?" he added smoothly.

Just as he finished speaking, several other councilors emerged from the building.

They glanced at Albert with knowing looks before shifting their attention to Thoren.

Their gazes lingered on him briefly before moving to the two hooded figures standing silently behind him.

The weapons in their hands were stained with dried blood, gleaming ominously under the light.

Huh!

Several people in the crowd could not help but gasp.

’So the rumors are true...’ they thought.

By now, the number of people gathered in front of the Federation Building had exceeded a hundred.

Many raised their communicators, recording the unfolding scene.

For a moment, silence fell.

All eyes were fixed on Thoren.

Everyone waited.

Slowly, Thoren turned his head and looked at Councilor Albert.

"Who are you?" he asked.

His voice was calm, not loud but in the heavy silence, it carried clearly to every ear present.

Hmm?

The crowd was stunned.

The smile on Councilor Albert’s face faltered, just for a moment.

Before anyone could fully process the question, Thoren continued, his tone unchanged.

"My presence here is not for you to tell me what to do or how to react. I am here for you to listen to my demands."

The temperature seemed to drop instantly.

A chill ran through the crowd.

Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!

Crack! Crack!

The sickening sound of bones shattering echoed through the air.

Bodies stiffened.

Heads turned.

On the ground, the young woman let out a piercing scream.

Her body was soaked in blood, and the bones in her leg had been completely crushed.

Blood pooled beneath her as she writhed in agony.

Her mutilated face was horrifying to behold.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

From within the building, Silas rushed out, his face twisted in fury.

"You monster!" he roared, pointing a trembling finger at Thoren.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage and disbelief.

He could never have imagined that Thoren would torture his grandchildren to such a degree.

Even criminals, in his mind, did not deserve such inhumane treatment.

But Thoren remained unmoved.

His expression did not change in the slightest as he looked at Silas with cold indifference.

"You must be their grandfather....the owner of the Hollow Trust Organization," Thoren said calmly.

"So what if I am?" Silas shot back. "What are you going to do about it?"

At that moment, reason had completely abandoned him.

Seeing the broken state of his grandchildren, he no longer cared about the consequences.

He wanted nothing more than to tear Thoren apart with his own hands.

Councilor Albert, however, felt his anger rise for an entirely different reason.

How could Silas confront Thoren so recklessly?

’This is bad...’

His eyes darted around anxiously, searching.

’Where are they?’

He was waiting for reinforcements, people capable of handling someone like Thoren.

Suddenly, in the distance, a convoy appeared, speeding toward them.

The low rumble of engines grew louder by the second.

Councilor Albert’s eyes lit up faintly.