You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

Su Zhun raised his hands high, and a ball of pitch-black flame rapidly gathered between his palms, instantly expanding into a huge black fireball.

He swung his sword forward, slamming the massive fireball into the monster opposite him.

The moment the fireball touched the surface of the level 4 monster, it triggered a violent explosion, sending up clouds of dust.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the enormous level-four monster let out a mournful cry, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

On this devastated battlefield, the corpses of two other level-four monsters lay scattered about, along with the wreckage of two mechs billowing black smoke.

Beside the wreckage, two filthy mech pilots were looking up at him with blank stares.

Su Zhun staggered forward and sucked the corpses of the three level-four monsters into the black hole.

With his legs slightly bent, he exerted force and shattered the rocks on the ground, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the dim horizon.

……

Polar Star Harbor.

Deep in a dark and damp alley, a flash of seven-colored light appeared in the air, and Su Zhun's figure appeared out of thin air.

He groaned, clutching his left arm tightly with his right hand. He lost his balance and slumped helplessly against the moss-covered brick wall on his right, panting heavily.

The Hyper Flash Sword's energy bar was now full, allowing him to successfully unlock the ability to teleport.

However, the continuous fierce battles and the excessive consumption caused by using teleportation made his already injured body even worse.

During the battle just now, he was hit by the monster several times because he was too exhausted to dodge.

Su Zhun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to straighten up despite the excruciating pain. He still covered his left arm with his hand and dragged his injured right leg, limping towards the exit of the alley.

Stepping out of the alley, a bustling street comes into view, with pedestrians coming and going on the sidewalk, presenting a peaceful scene.

Su Zhun stood at the alley entrance, his gaze fixed on a group of high school students around his age, dressed in blue and white school uniforms, their faces radiating youthful energy. He was lost in thought.

After the group of high school students had gone far away, Su Zhun took heavy steps and came to the zebra crossing at the intersection.

The red light was on, and seven or eight pedestrians were already standing there waiting to cross the street.

The green light came on, and the crowd began to move forward...

"Ring ring..." A cell phone rang.

A middle-aged man who was holding a little girl's hand stopped. He let go of his daughter's hand and looked down to rummage through his bag for his phone.

The little girl didn't notice that her father hadn't followed. She was carrying a small bear in her left hand and a backpack with a pink princess pattern on her back, and continued walking forward with the crowd.

Su Zhun stared at the little girl's retreating figure, momentarily stunned.

He recognized the little girl; she was the same child who had found his Hyper Flash Sword and excitedly shown him her new schoolbag—it was at this very intersection.

Just then…

"Beep..." A series of urgent car horn sounds, accompanied by the sharp screech of tires screeching violently on the road surface, suddenly rang out.

Terrified screams erupted from the crowd, and people scattered in all directions.

In the middle of the sidewalk, only the little girl holding the teddy bear remained, standing there blankly.

The little girl's father looked up and happened to witness this scene, before he could even show a look of panic on his face.

A figure in a white T-shirt rushed past him in an instant, just as the out-of-control car was about to hit the little girl.

Su Zhun stretched out his hands and pushed hard on the little girl's back, sending her flying.

"Bang."

Su Zhun's body was hit head-on by the car, tumbled in the air, and then crashed heavily to the ground.

The out-of-control car did not stop and ran straight over his legs.

Finally, it veered off course and crashed into a roadside store, shattering glass everywhere.

The immense impact caused a jet-black short sword to fall from Su Zhun's body.

The short sword slid along the ground and eventually crashed into the steps by the roadside.

The little girl's father then realized what was happening, rushed forward, picked up his daughter and examined her carefully. He only relaxed when he saw that she was not injured.

Then, he stood up and looked at the rescuer who had been surrounded by the crowd. Someone next to him had already taken out their phone to call the police.

He rushed over, pushed through the crowd, and looked at the young man who had saved his daughter.

Su Zhun lay motionless in a pool of blood, his head covered in blood, his legs bent and broken at an odd angle, his fate unknown.

Soon, an ambulance and police car arrived at the scene. Paramedics lifted Su Zhun into the ambulance, and the middle-aged man and the little girl followed.

...In the crowd, a chubby boy who was watching the commotion licked his ice cream. Suddenly, he noticed something on the edge of the steps.

He jogged over with his ice cream in hand, bent down and picked up a black dagger, examining it closely.

He gripped the scabbard with the hand holding the ice cream, and tried to pull it out with his other hand, as if trying to take a look, but he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.

...Finally, he waved the sword around in the air a couple of times, but finding it boring, he unzipped his bag and stuffed the short sword into it.

……

The next morning.

Ward 612, Polaris Harbor First Hospital.

Su Zhun slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, a piercing pain surged into his brain. He clenched his teeth tightly and let out a muffled groan.

He felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, especially his legs, which were in so much pain that he almost fainted.

Just then, a cry of alarm rang in my ears: "Doctor, doctor, the patient is awake!"

A middle-aged man's back was seen running out of Su Zhun's sight.

Soon, a group of doctors rushed in and began to conduct various examinations on Su Zhun.

After the examination, the doctors led the middle-aged man out of the ward.

After closing the ward door, the attending physician shook his head and said, "The person is now out of danger of becoming a vegetable."

"But with comminuted fractures in both legs, it's impossible for me to stand up again for the rest of my life."

After saying that, the doctor turned and left.

The middle-aged man sighed, pushed open the ward door and went in. As soon as he entered, he saw Su Zhun struggling to sit up, his hands gripping the edge of the bed.

"Don't move around, you're still injured."

The middle-aged man rushed over in a panic, grabbed Su Zhun's shoulder, and pressed him back onto the bed.

"Where are my clothes?" Su Zhun asked weakly.

Su Zhun had already changed into a hospital gown.

"It's over there," the middle-aged man said, pointing to the empty bed next to him.

Su Zhun turned his head and saw his white T-shirt and trousers neatly folded there.

"Wait, where's what's in my pocket?" Su Zhun's eyes changed, and he braced himself against the bed frame again, preparing to get up.

The middle-aged man pushed him back onto the bed: "You don't have anything on you. I tried to contact your family yesterday, but I searched all your pockets and there was nothing inside."

Upon hearing this, Su Zhun panicked instantly. He endured the excruciating pain in his legs, strained his waist, and managed to sit up abruptly.

But the next second, exhausted, he fell back down hard.

"Are you out of your mind? Don't move!"

Su Zhun grabbed the middle-aged man's collar with his other hand.

His voice was extremely weak: "I must have been thrown out when I was hit by the car..."

"That thing is very important to me. You must find it for me. It's a jet-black short sword. You must find it..."

After saying this, Su Zhun's gaze gradually became unfocused, and his eyes slowly closed.

His hands, which were gripping the middle-aged man's collar, slipped limply and hung down by the bedside.

"Doctor..." The middle-aged man's exclamation echoed in the ward.