Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons-Chapter 418: Arthur Fate is…Dead.

He activated slow-motion analysis, watching frame by frame as the MOAB activated. The explosion bloomed like a flower of destruction, temperatures rising beyond measurement capabilities as the camera’s went off.

Hawthorne’s eyes catalogued every detail of the target’s final moments.

Arthur’s face contained no panic. No desperate teleportation attempt. No last-minute escape.

He’s just standing there. He clearly didn’t know there would such an attack.

The explosion engulfed everything in brilliant white light. Temperatures that could vaporize steel. Pressure waves that could crush mountains.

The explosion was a direct hit. Center mass. Perfect targeting without a doubt.

Hawthorne’s smile was predatory as understanding flooded through his consciousness.

They’d done it. Actually done it.

"The monster is dead..."

"We killed him!" The words erupted from his throat with savage satisfaction. "We finally killed the monster!"

Arthur Fate is gone. Eliminated. Erased from existence.

The footage showed no movement during the blast. Clearly, Arthur fate didn’t anticipate the attack, making him unable to teleport in time.

Just empty crater where America’s greatest threat used to stand.

Hawthorne’s hands reached for communication equipment, preparing to share news that would reshape global politics.

Victory. Final, absolute victory.

The war against Arthur Fate was over.

And humanity had won.

Hawthorne’s fingers flew across communication panels as adrenaline flooded his system. The secure line connected immediately, encryption protocols ensuring absolute privacy.

"James! We’ve done it!. Arthur Fate has been eliminated."

Victory. Finally, victory.

On the other end, the awakened rumoured as the strongest in the military, the captain of all awakener teams, James’s voice carried scepticism that was born from watching Arthur’s capabilities.

"Sir, with all due respect, are you certain? Would Arthur Fate really fall for such a direct assault?"

The doubt in James’s heart was reasonable. The capabilities that Arthur had shown simply made him seem invincible.

"I’m transmitting the footage now. Full surveillance data, thermal imaging, seismic confirmation."

Hawthorne tracked the data transfer as classified files moved through military networks.

"There was a clear, direct MOAB impact. Watch the evidence. See the truth for yourself."

James’s eyes processed the incoming footage with precision. Multiple camera angles show Arthur Fate standing calmly as destruction approached.

No teleportation. No spatial manipulation. No last-second escape.

"Oh god..." James breathed as the explosion consumed everything on screen. "He’s really dead."

The madman actually died like a normal human.

"Had he teleported, it would make sense," James continued, disbelief colouring his professional tone. "But the cameras show his body still there when the blast hit."

Once an awakened was caught in such an explosion. He would be vaporised like everyone else, his teleportation can’t help him if he doesn’t do it in time.

"Confirmed elimination," Hawthorne announced with savage satisfaction. "We are going to begin dissemination protocols. I want every allied nation informed within a minute. Those who had chosen to side with him should realise how foolish and incompetent they were,"

Time to claim credit for humanity’s greatest victory.

Global News Networks - Simultaneous Broadcast

The breaking news alert pierced through regular programming across every major network. Emergency broadcasts interrupted announcements on the rifts and demons flooding in.

BREAKING: Arthur Fate Confirmed Dead - Military Operation Successful

Anchors struggled to maintain professional composure as they read scripts that would reshape global politics just as much as the upcoming calamity. The world’s most wanted terrorist, eliminated on American soil.

The monster is dead.

The media exploded with reactions ranging from disbelief, shock, and sadness.

...

Donald sat in his reinforced cell, counting days since Arthur’s escape had turned into his own imprisonment. The military had kept him as potential bait, insurance against the terrorists’ unpredictable capabilities.

The past weeks had been like hell. Those weeks were weeks of waiting for his impending death. Unable to do anything but wait for the call of his superiors, before he is placed as bait.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor as guards approached with news that would change everything.

"Prisoner Donald," the guard announced with obvious satisfaction. "Arthur Fate has been eliminated. You’re being released immediately to get back to work."

What?

Donald’s mind struggled to process information that defied every expectation.

Arthur Fate, dead? The same monster that was on his mind?

"You’re lying," Donald whispered, disbelief overriding rational thought.

This has to be one of their tricks. They are using another method of psychological torture.

The guard opened his phone, displaying news footage that painted pictures of impossible victory. Military officials confirming successful elimination.

It’s real. Actually real.

Laughter erupted from Donald’s throat, hysteria disguised as joy. The sound echoed through reinforced corridors as a week’s worth of suppressed terror finally found release.

Free! Actually free!

"He’s dead!" Donald’s voice cracked with maniacal glee. "The monster is finally dead!"

Cell doors opened with electronic precision as military personnel prepared his release.

Donald was no longer needed as bait, no longer leverage—just another officer returning to normal duty.

Normal. Back to normal.

Donald stumbled through corridors that led toward sunlight and freedom, his enhanced physiology struggling to accept that survival was actually possible.

Arthur Fate is dead. I’m alive. Justice exists.

Riverside Mental Health Facility - Private Wing

Adam sat in his reinforced chair, staring at television screens with eyes that held depths of broken consciousness. The once-proud military officer had been reduced to fragments of memory and scattered thoughts.

His mind struggled to process basic information, neural pathways damaged beyond conventional repair. The plant monster’s psychological torture had left him alive but fundamentally altered.

Arthur. Remember Arthur. Monster. Dangerous....Wife...cheater...drowning..scared.

The news broadcast penetrated his fractured awareness like sunlight through storm clouds. Words that made sense when nothing else did.

"Arthur Fate confirmed dead..."

Dead? Arthur dead?

Adam’s damaged consciousness latched onto the information with desperate intensity. The monster who’d sent Bloom to destroy his mind—gone forever.

Safe. Finally safe.

A smile played across features that rarely showed emotion anymore. Not the confident expression of his military days, but something pathetic and grateful.

No more Arthur. No more monsters.

His hands clapped together with childlike enthusiasm, the gesture speaking to innocence that trauma had forcibly restored.

Happy. Adam is happy.

Medical staff watched their patient’s reaction with interest. Positive emotional responses were rare in his condition.

Adam continued staring at the screen, his broken mind processing victory that normal consciousness couldn’t fully appreciate.

The bad man is gone.

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