Jack sat in a high-backed leather chair, nestled in a room that bore a resembling elegance as an office. He sipped from a cup of coffee as he browsed through lines of data on his computer. His solitude was interrupted by a crisp knock at the door.
"Come in," he said, without looking up.
The door creaked open, revealing his butler, who entered with a subdued smile. With a respectful bow of the head, he stepped forward and greeted him.
"Greetings, Master," he said, handing over a thick set of files.
Jack took them eagerly, his expression lighting up as he flipped through the pages. The documents contained information about newly recruited ultrahumans.
"This is good," Jack murmured, eyes scanning the data. "Though I don't like how slow getting these ultrahumans is." He glanced up, brows narrowing. "These files don't contain their current best feats—not complete."
The butler nodded faintly, the smile still lingering.
"Yes, sir."
Jack stirred his coffee absently, the clinking spoon echoing in the quiet room. His gaze lingered on the butler.
"And why's that? You used to do everything perfectly when I first met you. Over time, you've started fumbling. Frequently."
"I wasn't the one who printed those files, sir," the butler said, stepping back. "Their best feats–I received them mouth-to-ear from their commanders."
Jack remained silent, intrigued.
"The one from South Korea called Green," the butler continued, "was said to be born off a tree. An apple seed was planted, but instead–she sprouted. Though that has only ever been claimed as a rumor."
Jack's fingers paused mid-stir.
"Her best feat," the butler said, "was destroying hundreds of tree demons using only her mind. Her ultrapower is listed in the file. She can psychically control vegetables, you know what I mean, sir."
"Hmm mm" Jack nodded,looking at the pages of the files. He glanced at his butler. With a blunt smile, he persuaded him to keep talking. "Go on, please."
"The second one, sir. He's the most powerful ultrahuman in France, alias Amazing Blue. He's rumored to be one of the estranged sons of late Latus."
Jack only could care about the best feats. The butler could tell from the reaction on his face.
"His current greatest feat was getting a demon's battle-axe shattered on his head, without a single scratch." The butler showed Jack a news article about the incident, he was sincerely amazed.
Jack whirled his chair twice in excitement. "There are really lots of amazing ultras out there." He took a look at another page, containing infos on an ultrahuman, there he saw an alias: John Nature.
"This one is from Botswana. He seems interesting, what's his?" Jack's eyes were that of a child when gifted a new toy.
It seemed the butler had forgotten what John Nature's greatest feat was. He bowed his head as an apology to Jack. "I was told mouth-to-ears, I'm sorry I may have forgotten that part."
Jack was disheartened. "Ouch, just when I was getting intrigued." He kept the files in the drawer of the desk. "I hope they got the email explaining what the alliance is for? I'm tired of explaining the same thing several times."
"Yes, sir. They read the agreement before signing up." the butler responded quickly.
Jack put a gum in his mouth and started chewing, savoring the sweetness. "Alright, thanks, you can go now."
"Should I set up a meeting with them? Just a suggestion, sir." Even to say one more word made him nervous.
"Nah, not yet. We will all meet at the proposed introduction ceremony. The media has to be there." Jack responded, opening another gum.
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Altindag, Ankara, Turkey
- Day
Right outside Askin Varisi Hotel, a man knelt down to propose to his fiancêe, the ancient stones of Ankara Castle, with their timeless beauty, provided a breathtaking backdrop to the unforgettable moment. She started to blush, her face turning a deep shade of red. The crowd gathered around them, their excitement palpable. "Say yes, say yes!!" they chanted in unison, their voices echoing off the castle walls.
The woman stood there, her eyes wide with disbelief, as if she were a mannequin brought to life. She smiled and blushes, her heart racing with joy and surprise. The man, still on one knee, looking up at her with a hopeful smile, patiently waiting for her answer.
Just then, a yellowium blade, glinting ominously in the sunlight, flew through a deadly precision. It pierced through the woman's head, her smile frozen in place as she crumpled to the ground. The crowd gasped in horror, their joyous cheers turning into screams of terror.
The man, now covered in his fiancêe's blood, looked around frantically, trying to locate the source of the attack. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of grief and rage surging through him. The once serene setting of the proposal had turned into a scene of chaos and despair.
Above the castle, a helicopter appeared, its blades slicing through the air with a menacing hum. It hovered for a moment before three men descended from it, each one more intimidating than the last. The first man had a backpack shaped like a jar, filled with sand that sloshed like water as he moved. The second man, a vermian too (any successful product of Project Vermian), had a yellowium blade protruding from his palms, the same deadly weapon that had just claimed an innocent life. The third man wore a mouth-cover, his eyes cold and calculating.
These three are among the seven members of the Nomads of death, terrorizing every place they wander to, killing people in the process. The one carrying a backpack is alias Manipulator, the other wearing a mouth-cover is known as Plaguebringer, and the vermian is also known as Yellow-Mike—nicknames they all got from the survivors of their terror. The Nomads of death have been the most feared ultrahumans over the past two years, having killed anyone even ultrahumans who try to stop them. The purpose behind their mass murderings, not available.[1]
The crowd scattered in panic, but the man who had proposed stood his ground, his eyes locked on the intruders. With a deep breath, he couraged himself for the confrontation that was about to unfold.
They'd just reached but Plaguebringer was already running out of patience. He shouted at Yellow-Mike. "Let's hurry things up. We have to visit Pakistan later, we need your speed."
Yellow-Mike was slightly flattered. "Alright, I've been waiting for the day you all acknowledge my power."
Manipulator was just having that–he was cringed by what his partner just said. He had to spoil the mood,"I haven't acknowledged your power yet, Mike. But nevertheless, we have always—"
Yellow-Mike didn't even care what Manipulator was saying, rather, he swiftly moved to start slicing and cutting the heads of several people running for their lives. The man who proposed before didn't run helter skelter, instead, he ran towards Plaguebringer with the intent to kill. Manipulator noticed this and walked to the front of Plaguebringer. But Plaguebringer tapped on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. He's a simpleton."
Manipulator smiled mischievously, "Do not go easy, don't go easy on him." He stepped aside, allowing the man who pulled out a jackknife to advance a few feet towards Plaguebringer. The man screamed as he charged forward, Plaguebringer sighed in disappointment, removed his mouth-cover and exhaled towards the man. Instantly, the man paused, his body rapidly decomposing until bones scattered over the ground. Plaguebringer replaced his mouth-cover as Manipulator applauded his actions.
He looked at Manipulator, raising his left eyebrow. "Are we not magnificent?"
Manipulator giggled,it was like a nut had loosed from his brain. "More than that, we are superb."
Yellow-Mike returned to them with an incredible speed,his body covered in blood that was clearly not his own.
Plaguebringer sneered at Yellow-Mike. He ordered him, "Contact the pilot." Manipulator wasn't happy, he hadn't had his "fun" yet. Plaguebringer noticed that, he walked to him to comfort him. Speaking very softly, "We should leave now, let's take a rest. We will move again tomorrow,okay,fam?"
Yellow-Mike took out his phone and call the helicopter pilot. Suddenly, a sword hurled by a spider-like figure emerging from the shadows of two high-rises towards Yellow-Mike. He dodged it just in time, the sword's blade embedded into the wall behind him with a metallic thud.
Yellow-Mike's heart raced as he scanned the area for more threats. The spider figure emerged from the shadows to be a bully man with six hands. He was clad in ancient Roman armor, advancing with another sword and weaponries in hand.
This six-handed man is Berken Nouis, alias Onrush, as registered under the URC. He is also one of the estranged sons of late Latus. In his possession are five of his deceased father's greatest stolen weapons.[2]
Yellow-Mike reached for his own weapon, ready to defend himself. The trio was stunned by the figure before them.
Yellow-Mike had to clear the air. "You nearly killed me!" he yelled, pointing at the sword lodged halfway into the wall. He squinted towards the distant figure–Onrush.
"Who are you?!"
Onrush paused,lifting his helmet slightly to reveal a shining bald head. His voice a menacing tone."I am Onrush, sent to stop you all!"
Plaguebringer was flabbergasted by what he just heard. He glared at Onrush. "That wouldn't be fair–three versus one. Why don't we leave Yellow-Mike here to handle you alone?" he walked slightly backwards. He turned to ask Manipulator, "What do you think, Sandboy? I mean, Onset looks too easy to kill, even for one of us."
"Stop calling me Sandboy." Manipulator seemed pissed. "But you're right,let's keep it fair and square."
A helicopter arrived and the two boarded it, waving goodbye to Yellow-Mike as it departed.
Onrush stared at the helicopter already far gone, before turning to Yellow-Mike. "Those two don't really value you, if you think about it. You're just a tool to them." he shaked his head in disgust. "The other nuisance called me "Onset", such nonsensical display"
Again, Yellow-Mike didn't care a thing what was just said. "How do we start this fight? Are you going first or should I?" he tightened his grip on his yellowium blade, preparing for the inevitable clash.
Onrush dropped his guard in what showed he wanted a dialogue first. "First, let's explain our powers to each other...I think it's better that way, don't you?"
Yellow-Mike smirked."Fine, you start."
"My powers aren't much, I'm super strong, that's all." Onrush was really into knowing the other's powers.
Yellow-Mike definitely definitely doubted that answer, he looked at the weapons Onrush had. "What about these weapons in your possession? They look quite destructive."
Onrush clicked his tongue. "Oh, these? I took them from my late father." He started to describe the weapons to him. "This sword is Rhongomyniad, once King Arthur's...this other sword is the Honjo Masamune. To cut the long talk short, the others are the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, Cronus' Scythe, which I always hold with my two lower arms, and lastly, the Sharur Ninurtq maze...your turn, Mike."
Yellow-Mike rested his hand beneath his chin, as if in thought. "Well, simply put," he said, "I'm a result of Project Vermian."
Onrush looked slightly confused. "What's that?"
Yellowmike leaned forward. "It was a—"
A ringtone interrupted their conversation. Yellow-Mike let out a quiet sigh, clearly annoyed, as Onrush pulled the phone from his pocket and answered.
He spoke in Turkish
"Hello, sir."
His boss voice came through, calm but urgent "Please report to the Demon Eradication Agency headquarters. You're needed now more than ever. Your pay has also been significantly increased."
"I'll be on my way," Onrush replied. "But first, I have to take down a member of the Nomads of Death."
There was a pause on the line.
"Understandable. But be quick about it."
The call ended.
Onrush lowered the phone and turned to Yellowmike, his expression unreadable.
Onrush continued the conversation "Please, don't be offended by the interruption. Let's continue with the discussion."
Onrush watched Yellow-Mike shift from foot to foot, his pale fingers brushing nervously at the seams of his jacket.
"As I was saying," Yellow-Mike began, voice thick with unease, "Vermian was an organism reputed to be unkillable. It sounded like legend-something imagined-until it actually came into existence. It was the creation of one of the Ten Toes."
Onrush's brow furrowed. "The Ten Toes?" he asked.
Yellow-Mike's eyes darkened. "A cabal of ten Ultrahumans–supposedly the strangest, most powerful beings in history, even surpassing the Illuminati. They were said to have formed in England in 1806. No one has ever caught sight of them; some say they were nothing more than rumor."
Onrush nodded slowly. He barely remembered he'd seen something about that before, but he waited for Yellow-Mike to continue.
"Back to Project Vermian," Yellow-Mike said, biting his lip. "I was one of the ten 'lab rats' chosen to host the organism. Nine of us survived the infusion. The tenth…didn't make it. After that, I heard one of the scientists used his own daughter on the next trial. They say she's now the perfect Vermian. Me? I'm the weakest–an imperfect failure."
Onrush folded his arms, studying him. "You still haven't told me what your powers are."
A sudden flare of anger lit Yellow-Mike's eyes. "Shut up!" he snapped. His voice cracked. "Is that all you can say? You have no idea how excruciating it is to offer your body for money, only to be discarded as useless."
For a moment, Onrush saw something in Yellow-Mike's expression–raw pain that mirrored memories of his own childhood. He recalled the nights his father had tortured him and his siblings, the bitter taste of helplessness. He managed to regain his composure, maintaining his stance.
"I understand," he said quietly, "but I still need to know your abilities."
Yellow-Mike took a ragged breath and squared his shoulders. "Fine. My gifts are limited;I'm faster than most, more agile, hard to kill and I can manifest blades from my palms. Doesn't sound like much, I know. Also, I have a unique power that the other vermians don't."
Onrush's lips curled into a faint, unconvinced smile. "Not impressed," he replied. "I've faced plenty like you, and I've beaten them all-quickly." He pulled the Honjo Masamune from the wall, signaling the end of their parley.
Yellow-Mike was eager for a fight. "Well, the fight should begin."
Onrush smirked, pointing his blade at him "Take note, I don't show mercy."
Yellow-Mike was not fazed by that warning. He chuckled and said, "Look around, Onrush, you see dead people. Does it look like I deserve mercy?"
The two stood ready for battle. Boom! They clashed blades, sparks flying as metal met solid yellowium. The force of their collision sent shockwaves through the ground.
Yellow-Mike with his agility, quickly sidestepped and swung his sword in a wide arc. Onrush parried with ease, his ultrahuman strength evident in the way he handled his weapons. He countered with a powerful overhead strike, but Yellow-Mike was already moving, his speed allowing him to dodge and retaliate with a flurry of swift attacks.
Onrush couldn't help but admire that move. "Impressive, but you'll need more than that speed to defeat me." He said as his grip on the Green Dragon Crescent Blade tightened.
He swung it with his lower arms, aiming for Yellow-Mike's legs. By leaping into the air, Yellow-Mike narrowly avoided the deadly blade and he landed, he emitted yellowium blades from his palms, launching them towards Onrush. Onrush deflected them with Rhongomyniad, the legendary spear.
The two paused their fight.
"You are really good, mister six-hand. But, you aren't showing your worth as a Demon Eradicator." Yellow-Mike judged Onrush.
He dashed forward, his movements a blur. He aimed a series of precisely faster attacks at Onrush, who blocked and countered with brute force. The ground beneath them cracked from the intensity of their battle.
"Is that your highest speed, Mike?! Funny you!" Onrush roared, steel ringing as he met Yellow-Mike's strike.
He sensed an opening and swung Cronus' Scythe with both lower arms. The scythe's blade glowed with a menacing light as its slicing through the air grazed Yellow-Mike cheek who barely dodged it.
Yellow-Mike gritted his teeth and focused. He emitted more blades from his palms, creating a whirlwind of sharp edges around him. He charged at Onrush, the blades spinning around him like a deadly tornado. Onrush braced himself, using the Honjo Masamune to deflect the incoming blades.
"This can't be all you've got, you're literally showing me why you're the weakest vermian!!" He kept taunting Yellow-Mike who was rather determined to kill him.
"I might be the weakest vermian, but I'll show you that the weakest vermian can take you down, Onrush!" Yellow-Mike blustered.
Onrush felt the the determination in his voice, decided to unleash his full power. He hurled the Sharur Ninurta, which transformed into a flying lion mid-air. The lion roared and charged at Yellow-Mike, who ducked swiftly, barely dodging its powerful claws, slicing one of his ears off. Yellow-Mike groaned as blood poured out.
It seemed Onrush had daunted Yellow-Mike. "I hope you so regenerate, if not, that would leave a scar you would forever be traumatized by. If I let you live, that is." He even kept goading him.
As the fight continued, Yellow-Mike movements became more fluid, his strikes much more precise. He uses his speed to outmaneuver Onrush, landing several hits that left his opponent drastically injured. Onrush, however, was not one to be quickly defeated. He summoned all his strength and launched a powerful counterattack, swinging all his weapons with devastating force at Yellow-Mike, who was starting to tire. Yellow-Mike dodged all except for the Rhongomyniad which pierced right through his chest and through his heart. The impact hurled him to crash into a nearby building.
Breathing heavily, Onrush struggled to his feet, his eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The battle had taken its toll on both of them, but only Onrush was standing champion.
He grinned so hard while catching his breath. "Good I got him, he could have won this fight if we had gone further. The weakest is this strong." Onrush thought to himself. He walked to where Yellow-Mike laid, almost unconscious, completely battered and bloodied. Yellow-Mike groaned as he removed the Rhongomyniad spear from his chest.
Onrush hastily sat down on the ground beside Yellow-Mike, he was very weak due to the exhausting fight. Few minutes passed, Onrush slowly gain his strength, whereas, Yellow-Mike was barely able to breathe.
He faced his side to look at Onrush, blooding dripping out his mouth as he smirked. "You were worth it, the best fight I've ever had in my life."
Onrush nodded, his face displayed some bits of curiosity. He asked Yellow-Mike "I need to ask you three questions before you die by my hands. I'm not showing any mass murderer any mercy.
Weakened Yellow-Mike has been one who couldn't care less about being shown empathy. "Go on, I'm all ears" he managed to speak.
"What's your name?"
"Mike. Second question."
Onrush stared at Yellow-Mike briefly, before proceeding to asking the next question. "Why did you become this, a mass killer?"
Yellow-Mike struggled as he sat upright. "For me personally, there's something about we vermians- we're built to hate humans, to be their natural predator. It's in our dna." He coughed out splashes of blood. "Not...not that I'm blaming it on that. But that could be a valid excuse for all the atrocities I've committed."
Onrush was out of words for a short while. He thought to himself "So, the remaining vermians...damn." His stare towards Yellow-Mike was filled with disgust yet pity. Onrush dusted off his boot, and asked the third question "What's that power you said makes you unique compared to other vermians."
Yellow-Mike chuckled, his body glowed bright yellow like a bulb. Just then, he died with his eyes opened, his glowing body reverted to normal. Onrush was surprised by what had just happened. He closed the eyes of Yellow-Mike and picked up the body with his sixth hand. He carried his five weapons along too.
"Unarguably a good product of Project Vermian. I wonder how amazing the others are." Onrush was amused.
A helicopter came and Onrush boarded it. He looked down at the damage done to the environment. He brought out the phone from his pocket but it had been shattered. Onrush was disheartened and at the same time laughed at his frustration.
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Interior, Jack's villa
- Night
The door to a large, gloomy room creaks open. Jack stepped inside, his footsteps soft on the thick carpet. He approached a standing mirror, the dim light casting gentle shadows across the room. He gazed at his reflection, eyes focused. Then something strange occurred–the reflection was smiling whereas Jack wasn't, as if it were a separate entity. "How're you doing, Jack?" The reflection said in a croak voice.
Jack smiled slightly, "Better than ever before. I have a surprise for you actually."
The reflection responded excitedly "Finally found a cure to my ugly skin?!"
"Obviously, no."
"Selfish as always, aren't you? What's the "surprise" this time?"
Jack gestured his hands to show he couldn't care less. He spoke in german,"Well, as you know, Vermians weren't fully understood until later when it was discovered that their genetics compel them to abhor humans. They can't evade that." He brought out a tube containing a yellow liquid.
His reflection was flabbergasted. "What is even that?"
"I aim to create a weakness for Vermians–a monster capable of killing them swiftly..." He took a deep breath as he smiled maniacally. "An Anti-vermian. This yellowium I'm holding is the key."
The reflection smiled and started clapping softly. Jack joined in, their claps echoing gently through the room. Their quiet laughter filled the space with a shared sense of a devilish decision.
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Three weeks later,
Los Angeles, California,
Interior, Jack's supermarket - Day
Jack's supermarket stood larger than the average retail, stood larger than the automobile store even beside it, bustling with shoppers and vibrant displays. Inside, Bella and her sister, Julia, were browsing the clothing section. A woman dressed in a flashy, extravagant attire walked past them, Bella's face contorted with disgust, as if the woman had personally wronged her. Confused by her own reaction, Bella quickly restored her neutral expression.
"Wait, why did I just...why did I suddenly feel so much bitterness towards that innocent woman?" She was nearly going crazy on herself. "What was that feeling? It was...am I?—"
Julia gently tapped Bella on the shoulder, snapping her back to reality. "You seemed lost in thought just now. Are you okay?"
Bella had to put on a smile and lie. "Oh, my bad. I was just thinking, what if Jack doesn't have a good intentions?"
Julia rolled her eyes, she was irked by Bella's question. "What more could he possibly want? He's the richest man, he saved humanity from extinction–he doesn't need anything from anyone. So, why should he have bad plans?" She said and proceeded to touching Bella's face who in turn embraced the warmth and reassurance in her sister's gesture.
"Julia"
"Yeah"
"I wouldn't forgive myself if anything bad happened to you."
Julia smiled wholeheartedly. "Don't worry, my love, don't overthink."
Bella smiled in return and hugged her with both arms.
"Geez, you're too emotional. Let's resume shopping already, we have a party to attend." Julia had successfully brought Bella back into the jolly mood.
They resumed their shopping and while on that, Bella spotted a face mask she instantly liked and exclaimed. "Wow!" She pointed at it. "I love that face mask, it's so cool."
Julia on the other hand wasn't feeling it. "Come on, it's so off–it looks like something an assassin would wear...and we're definitely not that."
They both chuckled and moved on, picking out the clothes they wanted to buy.
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Exterior, The Horsemen Camp, Mexico- Day
The Horseman Camp consists of hundreds of refugees–young and old, men, women and children–all under the care of Lucas, known as the Horseman. He has trained most of the young ones in the camp to be strong soldiers. They are recognized by their symbols: A hat with a horse logo and a preference for riding horses rather than using vehicles.
Horseman rode his horse through the camp gate. Upon seeing him, the gatekeeper jubilantly called out to the others via a speaker, announcing the return of the original Horseman. The camp quickly gathered to greet Lucas and emerging from the crowd was an Indian teen with a notable stripe mark on the back of his neck, resembling a tattoo. Horseman removed his hat, smiled and dismounted his horse to embrace the young man.
This young Indian man is Rohan Vihaan, alias Weretiger under the URC, due to his incredible ability to transform into a monstrous half-human, half-tiger. He discovered his powers when he had to save his parents from demon beasts, he slayed tens of them. Sadly, his parents along with the villager, horrified by what they witnessed, branded him a demon and disowned him. He was eventually banished from the village. Rohan wandered about for months until Horseman found him during a rescue mission in India. Horseman adopted Rohan and added him to the Horsemen Camp.[3]
Horseman placed his hands on Rohan's shoulder, his tone gentle but firm.
"Hey, buddy. I have to ask you something. Please, feel free to say no."
Rohan, shy as ever, glanced nervously around at the crowd gathered nearby. "Wouldn't it be better to ask in private?"
Horseman shook his head. "No, son. It's not a secret worth hiding."
The crowd chuckled briefly at his words, but their laughter faded the moment Horseman's face grew serious. They could tell the seriousness on ground.
Rohan straightened a little, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Alright… if it's that important for everyone to hear, let it out."
Horseman took a deep breath. "A friend of mine is recruiting fifteen of the strongest Ultrahumans from across the countries. And you… you're one of the strongest. The strongest of the two Ultrahumans here in India. This is your chance to make your dream come true. So please, join us–to win this battle."
Rohan's eyes widened, he became so excited. "Whaaat?! A battle?! I wouldn't just like to join–I'd love to!"
From the side, Horseman muttered under his breath, half to himself, "He never adds 'sir' or 'dad'… pfft."
An old man, the eldest among them, stepped forward to join the conversation. He casted a pitying glance at Rohan. "You're not considering the dangers. Such a naive mind!." He turned to frown at Henry. "Henry, are you sure this is the right thing for him?"
Horseman was visibly irked by the question. "Do you want him to stay here his entire life or have more experience." He side-eyed the old man. "I know you don't want the latter for him because you're scared of him breaking or turning into something else, but I want what's best for him." Horseman took a deep breath. "Besides, our opinions shouldn't matter, his should."
The eldest gave up on arguing, he looked at Rohan. "What's your answer, Rohan?"
Rohan became filled with thoughts, he couldn't decide for himself. "I will think about it, give me a minute."
The eldest hopes Rohan would reject Horseman's offer, while Horseman hoped for the opposite. The conversation died and everyone returned to their activities. Rohan, however, remained in the same spot, still in deep thought. The eldest cunningly returned to try and convince Rohan to listen to him. He tapped Rohan on the shoulder from behind, Rohan turned back to him.
"Old man, you want to try to convince me more?" Rohan giggled.
"Yes, boy." The eldest smiled at him, though with a mix of worry. "Don't follow Lucas footsteps, it might not be for you."
It seemed the old man was making his way into convincing Rohan. Just then, "See, though he told me the initial pay is half a million dollars per month, I still did not—" The old man just ruined the progress.
Rohan interjected him. "Uhnnn!!" He exclaimed, shocked by the amount he just heard. "Half a what?!!"
Rohan quickly left there, seemingly having made up his mind.
"Oops." He exclaimed. "I overtalked, didn't I?" The eldest know he messed up.
Meanwhile, Horseman was packing his luggage into a cart tied to two horses. He was about to close the door when it was stopped by someone. He looked up and smiled broadly–it was Rohan.
"I've made up my mind." Rohan sounded exhausted from the long run. "I am coming with you."
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Interior, Jack's Villa - Night
The grand mansion glittered with so many lights, showing off its luxury. The gardens buzzed with guests in elegant all-white outfits, chatting and sipping champagne. Among them were several world leaders and important figures from around the world.
Jack Planner, the charismatic trillionaire host, arrived in his convoy. An escort opened the car door his shiny shoes. Instantly, the guests felt his commanding presence, the paparazzi swarmed, the flashbulbs reflecting off his shoes. Jack mingled with his guests, offering smiles and firm handshakes.
As the night went on, guests enjoyed gourmet food and fine wines, while a live orchestra provided a soft, elegant backdrop. Later on, Jack stepped onto a platform in the center of the garden. The orchestra paused and everyone turned to Jack. He raised a glass of champagne and began to speak with a smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here tonight. We are not just celebrating life, but also a hopeful future." His voice calm and soothing.
The guests listened closed, curious about what he would say next.
Jack continued his speech. "Our world as we all know is currently—"
Suddenly, a young man; a riffraff rushed from the crowd to the platform, bowing deeply before Jack. The crowd and even Jack's security were stunned at that moment.
"Wherever he goes, his presence is felt. Wherever he stays, it becomes the safest. All hail Lord Jack, the god of plans." The riffraff eulogized Jack.
Jack couldn't believe his eyes and ears, he was disgusted. Silence enveloped the gathering, some brought out their phone to record the moment.
The man still bowing, proceeded to look up at Jack, with eyes full of admiration and fear. "Lord Jack, you have not an idea how far I've travelled, how many loans I've taken, all just to see the myth in person." He smiled, exposing his skin-colored teeth. "Thank you for all you've done to save us. We have a statue of you, my lord." The riffraff was filled with joy.
Jack burst into laughter and the crowd soon joined in. The man continued to gaze at Jack in awe. He turned backwards, waving at one of his security guards. "Come take this man out and pay back the loan he owes. If anyone else tries this, I'll consider the 'fähigkeiten' of my bodyguards."
The riffraff struggled as the guards removed him. Jack turned his focus back to the crowd and silence fell once again until a single person began to clap, leading to a wave of applause from others.
Jack gently gestures for them to stop, maintaining his calm demeanor. "I apologize for the interruption, I promise I don't know that guy." His soothing voice instantly made some felt cozy. He cleared his throat before resuming. "Now, back to today's discussion...as we all know, our world faces a major problem: the 'demon beasts'." The air around filled with seriousness as Jack continued. "These creatures threaten our society, hanging it by a thin thread. But tonight, I am excited to announce a new project that'll change our future faster and for the better."
Different people watching Jack speak live, as the party was aired on TVs in different homes.
"I have put together a team of the smartest minds, most powerful ultras, and bravest warriors from around the world. This team is called 'Rescuers'. Together, we work oo work hard to solve these problems and ensure a better future for everyone." Jack said with a vibe of hope.
The crowd full of hope and admiration, cheered as Jack gestured his hand to introduce the team's members. "Let me introduce the current members of this amazing project. It'll be a 16-member club, myself included, we're only 11 currently." He winked at a guard of his, instructing him to bring him a glass of wine. Jack sipped from the glass and returned it back to the guard. "But, I couldn't wait, so, I'm announcing it now."
"Bella." The team members came to the platform as they were called. "Soundwaver...Horseman...Weretiger... Helen." Jack handshaked them as they approached. "Amazing Blue...Onrush...Julia...John Nature, and Green." He finished the calling. Their presence was powerful and confident.
Jack appropriately welcomed them and turned back to the crowd. The crowd stood in rapt silence, every eye fixed on Jack. He didn't need to fight for their trust–they had long since given it to him. His words weren't exhibiting persuasion but rather a promise.
"Together, we will use innovation, teamwork, and resilience to overcome these challenges," he declared, his tone steady, carrying not just conviction but certainty. He turned slightly, meeting the eyes of the teammates at his side, drawing strength from their presence.
"We will create a better world," he continued, his voice rising steadily, "a world where future generations can thrive, free from the threat of destruction."
A ripple passed through the crowd–not of doubt or hesitation, but of affirmation. Heads bowed, hands tightened into resolute fists. They believed in him completely.
The night continued with renewed energy as conversations turned to the exciting possibilities ahead. Photographers captured the moment and some of the audience asked for autographs from the team, especially from Bella and Helen.
As the party wound down, Jack stood at the edge of the garden, looking up at the glowing stars. Bella approached and stood beside him, he looked at her, then back at the stars. "Sometimes, I wonder if these stars really exist or if they're just illusions to distract us from the real issues." Jack said with a plain face.
"I hope you're not the star in this context." Bella took his words for an aphorism.
Jack chuckled loudly but shortly, he looked at Bella, "Bella, you always try to be clever even when not necessary." He made a funny face as he mimicked Bella. " 'I hope you're not the star in this context' "
She understood his sarcasm and laughed it out.
"That aside, I want you to know that I respect and value you." Jack told Bella with sincerity this time, her cheeks got red on hearing that. "That doesn't mean I don't value others, but you, you're special."
Bella blushed, her face exhibiting her flattery.
"Thanks, I'm honored," she said softly.
Jack tilted his head curiously. "How old are you, Bella?"
"I will be twenty-three by August 4th," she replied, her brows furrowing slightly. "May I know why you asked?"
A small smile tugged at Jack's lips. "Well, if at that young age you were able to go toe-to-toe with Helena, I can't help but wonder what you'll be capable of in the next few years."
"Uhm… I wasn't really myself then," Bella admitted softly. "It was because of Helen…"
Before she could explain further, Helen arrived, interrupting the conversation.
"Talking about me? Behind my back?" she teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
They all smiled, understanding her playfulness.
Jack turned to her politely. "Hey, Helen, I hope this party is going fine for you?"
"Yeah, yeah," Helen sighed, waving a hand. "But my social battery is low. I'm leaving now–I just wanted to let you know before I go."
"Alright, take care," Jack said warmly. "And please, don't put your phone on DND."
Helen chuckled, sharing a brief laugh with Jack before heading for her car. Moments later, the sound of her engine faded into the night. Jack watched her depart, then turned back to Bella. He touched her shoulder gently, smiling with a warmth that made her chest tighten.
"Bella," he said, his voice calm but deliberate, "I want you to specifically work with me. I'll let you know firsthand when it comes to important things. In fact… please, be my personal assistant."
Bella blinked, taken aback. "This feels too rushed, don't you think?"
Jack chuckled lightly. "Too rushed? Oh my goodness, this isn't a date or marriage proposal. It's just you being my number one member in the group. You'll be available whenever I need you. Plus, obviously, that's no big deal–because your speed is out of this world."
She tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You flatter a lot. Though I agree… promise to do something for me."
One of Jack's eyebrows arched, curiosity flickering in his expression. "I have to know what that is first."
"Promise me you won't let my sister, Julia, cross over during this mission," Bella said, her voice laced with urgency.
Jack remained silent for a few seconds, his gaze steady on hers. Then, gently, he reached out and held Bella's hands in his own, the warmth of his touch a silent reassurance.
"I promise," he replied softly.
A smile broke across Bella's face, her relief evident. "Thanks, Jack," she said happily. "Thanks."
Jack squeezed her hands before letting go. "Not to worry, Bella. This battle we're about to embark on won't be that tough. It might just be the easy way to get your name etched in history."
At that moment, Bella's phone buzzed with an incoming text message from her sister, Julia. She glanced at the screen, where the words flashed: "Hey, Madam Bella, where are you!!! I've been searching for you for the past hour."
Bella couldn't help but smile as she quickly typed back "OTW" and hit send. She looked up at Jack, who stood nearby, his eyes lifted to the twinkling stars above, lost in quiet admiration.
"Please, excuse me," Bella said to him. "My sister needs me."
Jack turned his attention back to her, slipping his hands into his pockets with a casual shrug. "No need to use the magic word," he teased. "It doesn't work on me."
They both chuckled, the light moment easing the tension. Then, without another word, Bella turned and swiftly ran off to meet her sister. Her hurried footsteps kicked up a spray of dust that settled onto Jack's pristine white outfit, leaving him momentarily flabbergasted. He brushed it off with a shake of his head and quickly composed himself.
"Oh, this girl is gonna be very useful," Jack muttered to himself, a sly grin forming as he resumed his stargazing, hands still tucked in his pockets.
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Somewhere in a disarranged sitting room, bottles lay scattered across the floor, a muscular man sprawled across the worn sofa, his eyes fixed on the flickering television screen.
The broadcast showcased Jack's extravagant all-white party. Frustration boiled within him as he gripped the TV remote tighter and tighter, until it shattered in his scarred hand. His face, a map of burn scars twisting across his skin, contorted with rage.
"Jack, Jack, Jack…" the man muttered, his voice low and venomous. "I was convinced to start worshipping you as a god, but you had the guts to disgrace a fellow worshipper on live TV."
In a surge of fury, he slammed his fist down on the coffee table before him. The wood splintered under the impact, shards scattering across the floor like a broken glass.
Excitement flickered in his death starving eyes. "I will have to show a god how to behave," he said, his tone rising with exhilaration. "Ahh yes, the first time being able to correct a god. How pleasant! I can't wait!"
Rising from the sofa, he strode into his bedroom, the air thick with the scent of dust and neglect. He flung open the wardrobe doors, revealing an arsenal of conventional weapons–knives, guns, and blunt instruments–nestled alongside a ghastly mask that seemed to leer from the shadows.
He plucked the mask from its hook, slipping it over his head. Turning to the mirror, he admired the transformation, his scarred features now hidden behind a grotesque facade.
"Worry less, Jack," he whispered to his reflection, a chilling smile forming beneath the mask. "I am coming to discipline you."
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Chicago - 14th July, 2019
– Sunny Day
A middle-aged blond man, Dr.Larry Harper walking out of his luxurious penthouse towards four parked SUVs while holding his teenage son's hands, escorted by a double dozen security guards wearing proper uniforms. One of the guards opened the door of one of the SUVs, allowing Larry's son to enter.
Dr.Larry brushed his hand through his son's hair. "Hey, my boy..." he said with a voice calm, his son looked at him with absolute love. "I love you." Dr.Larry exchanged a knuckle pleasantry with his son, "I love you too, father."
A guard put in a school bag beside Larry's son seat, and two out of the four SUVs drove out the compound, taking the son along.
Dr.Larry Harper smiled as he waved at the departing vehicles, he turned to one of the seventeen security guards. "Let's start moving, I have to be there by the next hour."
The security agent nodded and gave a direction to another, who followed the order to bring out a certain case. One other opened the door of the SUV, he raised his eyebrows in shock as someone unexpected was already seated inside. A loud gunshot was heard by the others, they all along with Dr.Larry rushed to the scene immediately, rushed to find out that that "One other" had been shot dead in the head. The shooter came out of the car–it was Caracal. On one hand, she held a pistol which she had just used for the shooting, on the other hand, she held a golf ball.
Dr.Larry was flabbergasted, he shouted at the top of his voice,"How dare you?", pointing to his guards. "Skin her alive!!" He ordered them, he was clearly very angry.
Caracal threw away her gun and stood poised with the ball in her hand, facing the advancing bodyguards.
To her, a gun might be more merciful than her barehands. Blindly directed by revenge, she stood fearless, emotionless, and ready to kill anyone who obstructs her way to complete it.[4]
As they charged towards her, she deftly rolled the tennis ball towards the edge of another SUV's tyre. The ball continued its own path until it struck the tyre and began to roll back towards her. Along the way, it passed through a puddle of blood. By the time the ball reached Caracal's foot and came to a stop, she had already drastically slaughtered all the guards. She picked up the ball with her bloodied hands.
The billionaire geneticist, Dr.Larry Harper who had been under their protection, fell to his knees in sheer terror. "How is this possible?...such speed...you are not just any ultrahuman." He was already sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'll give you anything you want. A billion dollars, I can sacrifice, please let me live."
Caracal remained silent, she raised her hand with the ball which started glowing green as it got charged with her chi. Dr.Larry looked up, he was amazed by what he saw. Unexpectedly, Caracal jumped in the air like a caracal would, holding the glowing ball with both hands–there and then, she used her momentum buildup to forcefully throw the ball at Dr.Larry's face. Blood splattered around as the ball shattered his head on impact;Dr.Larry fell to the ground, dead.
Caracal walked closer to the body and double-tapped the earpiece she wore, it blinked twice. "One of five, fifth on the list, accomplished."
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The news of Dr.Larry Harper's death reverberated across the globe, sending shockwaves through both print and digital media. Some sources labeled it an assassination, while others tagged it mass murder. The identity of the killer or how it happened remained a mystery, leading many to suspect a government conspiracy behind the tragic event.
On a cool, breezy evening, a young man with striking blue hair sat on the balcony of his penthouse. His eyes appeared lifeless, revealing his blindness. He focused intently on the radio at his feet, which was broadcasting the news of Dr.Larry's death.
This young man is Jeong, son of a renowned billionaire Park Lee. Born blind, Jeong's condition was a source of shame for his father, who owns a medical conglomerate. Despite his extraordinary powers, Jeong's father prevented him from registering with the URC due to his blindness. Undeterred, Jeong became a detective and has solved over 35 cases in less than a decade.[5]
As Jeong listened to the radio, he experienced a psychic vision. He found himself wandering in a void, which began to fill with mist in one area. From the mist, a bloodied figure crawled out–Caracal. She screamed at Jeong, "I shouldn't have! I shouldn't have started all—" before being dragged back into the mist by an enigmatic hand.
Jeong took a deep breath as the ended. He switched off the radio and grabbed his walking stick. Inside his house, his younger sister, also with blue hair, helped him to a chair.
Jeong's sister, Ha-Yun alias Ender, as registered by the URC. Her powers are too dangerous and difficult for her to control, so she chose not to join the Demon Eradication Agency. Instead, she assists her blind brother when needed.[6]
"Thanks, Ha-Yun." Jeong pointed to the mobile phone on the table. "Please, dial Sam's number on my phone and hand it over."
Ha-Yun did as he asked, gently patting his head in a loving manner.
Jeong held the phone as it rang, then something came to his mind. "Your birthday is coming up, you know. In two months, to be precise." He said to Ha-Yun in a manner that showed he had plans for that day.
Ha-Yun quickly responded,"Yeah, and I'll be eighteen by then, which means I'll be an adult." Her smile was from her heart.
Jeong chuckled, he was genuinely holding in his laugh. "I'm fully aware of that, but you'll always be a child in my eyes, Ha-Yun."
"You better be there on that day, you know." She said with her puppy eyes dilated, creating a puppy face.
It's not like Jeong could see her, was there really a need to put on a face so cute?[7]
The call was cut shortly after ringing, then Ha-Yun helped him dial it again, resuming the ringing.
The call connected, and Sam, a middle-aged man answered. "Hello, boss." He greeted Jeong with utmost respect.
"Hello, Sam." He stumped his stick on the floor gently. "We have a new angle to that case. I believe it was a single person that killed Dr.Larry."
Sam just couldn't hold back his desire for pulling legs. "Single person? As in 'not in a relationship' single?"
Jeong felt that joke, he chuckled for a second. "Sam, let's be serious here."
"Uhmm, boss. But one person couldn't have taken down seventeen heavily armed men just to get one nerd." Sam rubbed his hair, trying to comprehend the possibility of that.
Jeong sighed, "I know it sounds unbelievable, but remember we are in the era of the unthinkable happening."
Sam is not one to believe without any solid proof. "Sir, you know they were not just any guards but elite guards prepared specially for Ultrahumans." He argued, his voice clearly one of doubt.
Jeong's tone sharpened with determination. "I know you are normally a 'Doubting Thomas,' Sam. So I will prove to you that I am right. Let's meet tomorrow morning at ten."
"Alright, boss."
"And also," Jeong added, "I want you to get me the permit from the FBT to investigate the scene. By tomorrow morning–or better still, before then."
"Yes, sir," Sam said quickly.
The call ended.
Ha-Yun, who had been sitting quietly nearby, took the phone from Jeong's hand and placed it on the table. He smiled at his brother with deep affection.
"Bro, what do you want for dinner tonight? I'm ready to cook."
Jeong gave a faint smile. "You know me, Ha-Yun. I'm not picky. Anything will be fine."
"Alright," Ha-Yun replied, beaming as he headed joyfully toward the kitchen.
Left alone, Jeong leaned back and allowed his thoughts to drift. His mind replayed the vision of Caracal's face, haunting him with a sharp clarity.
"That face," Jeong muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with resolve. "That red hair… no matter what, I must find you. I swear, I will."
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That same day, Jack was seated, on the plush sofa in his large sitting room, his gaze fixed on the TV screen as news of Dr.Larry Harper's death played. He wasn't alone; Bella occupied the adjacent sofa. Their eyes met briefly, a silent exchange of understanding.
"Bella, you and I know this isn't just any random attack." Jack rubbed his hands, he was a little tensed but excited.
Bella crossed her legs as she hinted at his assumption. "Absolutely, if it were just any violence, there would have been a shootout. But from what I've seen so far, the security guards looked like they were taken out by sheer force. This has the mark of a single person..." She glanced at Jack with a worried expression. "...an Ultrahuman."
Jack nodded in agreement. "What else stands out to you?" He was very glued to awaiting her response.
Bella sat there, silent for a moment before breaking it with a pat on her lap. "It's more than an assassination, and it's definitely not a government operation 'cause he's one of the most powerful people on Earth." She stroked her chin, posing thoughtfully. "The way those guards were slayed - it was pure rage. This is nothing but—"
"Revenge." Jack synced with her.
"Exactly, Bella. I'll get in touch with those handling the case. We have, no, we need to catch the killer, and channel the fuel in that revenge into our mission.
Bella glanced at Jack, uncertainty clouding her thoughts. His face, however, was alight with excitement, like a child eagerly awaiting a promised gift from his mother.
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