Gyoro Gyoro's massive eye shrank sharply. It clearly hadn't expected Sol to appear so soon, let alone walk straight into the executive meeting without hesitation.
"Sol," Gyoro Gyoro spoke first, keeping its tone steady, "you returned at the right time. We were just discussing certain issues regarding today's operation."
Sol gave no sign that he heard it. His gaze moved across the room, cold and assessing, before settling on Gyoro Gyoro.
"There's a mole in this place. You know that, right?"
Silence dropped over the room.
The executives exchanged glances. Even Black Sperm's scattered heads stopped whispering and turned toward Gyoro Gyoro.
For a brief moment, Gyoro Gyoro froze. This was completely unexpected. It had been preparing to question Sol, yet now the situation had flipped.
"What?" Gyoro Gyoro said, a slight hitch in its voice. Its eye swept across the others, searching for any reaction. "Sol, what exactly are you implying? Who is the mole?"
Sol stepped forward.
The already heavy atmosphere thickened. Several lower-ranking monsters instinctively shifted back under the pressure.
His gaze moved across every executive, sharp and cutting.
"You don't even know there's a mole," he said, his tone laced with ridicule.
"The plan was precise. Routes were classified. Yet the Hero Association moved like they had our full layout. They intercepted everything and wiped us out cleanly. Without someone leaking information, how could they act with that level of accuracy?"
He raised a hand and pointed directly at Ugly President.
"You. Before the operation, did any of your subordinates leave without explanation? Any unusual contact?"
Ugly President flinched. His bloated body trembled as his eyes darted around.
"No, no! My subordinates are all, "
Before he could finish, Sol moved.
He appeared in front of him in an instant. With a controlled burst of energy at his fingertip, he tapped Ugly President's abdomen.
"Ugh!"
A sharp force surged through him. It wasn't pain, but it locked his breathing. His massive body staggered back and slammed into the rock wall. He could only stare in shock.
Sol had already turned away.
In the next moment, he stood before Gums.
"And you. Your ability is perfect for cleaning up evidence. So why weren't you involved in this attack?"
Gums' massive jaws opened and closed slowly, producing confused, wet sounds.
Sol didn't touch it. He raised his palm slightly.
A compressed force struck from a distance, pushing Gums' enormous head back and nearly knocking it off balance.
Then Sol shifted again.
He was now facing Black Sperm.
All of Black Sperm's smaller heads went still before merging into a single form, its tone no longer playful.
"Sol, that's a bit excessive, "
"You're the most suspicious," Sol cut in, his eyes narrowing. "You're an executive, yet during the operation, where were you? Or did you notice something and decide to keep quiet?"
He pointed forward.
A thin, focused burst of energy shot toward Black Sperm.
Its body rippled violently, like liquid disturbed by a sharp needle. Every face it formed showed unease.
"Woof! Woof!"
Rover barked nervously.
Sol glanced at it. He didn't act, but the look alone made the large dog shrink back, lowering itself with a quiet whine.
Finally, Sol turned back toward the center.
Gyoro Gyoro.
Gouketsu stood off to the side, silent, watching everything with a faint glint in his eye.
"And you, Gyoro Gyoro."
Sol's voice dropped, heavier now.
"You created the plan. You assigned roles. You handled the intelligence."
The ground beneath his step trembled slightly as he moved forward.
"Now everything has collapsed. Our forces were nearly wiped out. So tell me, how do you answer for that failure?"
He didn't strike.
But the pressure he released felt overwhelming, like a crushing wave bearing down on Gyoro Gyoro.
Its massive eye trembled violently. Its limbs gripped the control panel as it struggled to stay steady.
Every prepared question, every doubt it held, was suppressed under that sheer force.
"Until the mole is exposed," Sol continued, his gaze sweeping across the room, "this organization will keep walking into traps. Every operation will fail."
His voice hardened.
"And you're all standing here, wasting time."
Silence.
Only uneven breathing could be heard.
The executives exchanged looks.
The earlier suspicion directed at Sol had weakened under his direct approach and overwhelming presence.
Ugly President clutched his stomach, still shaken, his eyes filled with uncertainty as he looked around.
Gums let out low, confused noises, its head swaying.
Black Sperm remained unusually quiet, its form condensed, watching carefully.
Rover pressed itself to the ground, barely making a sound.
Gyoro Gyoro's eye spun slowly, its thoughts thrown into disarray.
Everything had been overturned.
Sol's accusations, his logic, and the force behind his words forced a shift in perspective.
The plan had failed. Their losses were severe.
If there wasn't a mole, then how had the Hero Association executed such precise attacks?
And more importantly, Sol himself had drawn the most attention. He had faced ten powerful opponents alone.
If he were truly the one leaking information, why would so many of them be sent after him instead of targeting the other teams?