(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
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Warning: This chapter is going to contain severe violence and gore. Descriptions will be used that might disturb the reader. You have been advised.
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Karito Pov
As the haze begins to lift, my senses slowly come back to me. I find myself lying in a sterile hospital room, bathed in the soft glow of overhead lights. The air carries the familiar scent of antiseptic, mingling with a hint of floral perfume. I shift slightly, feeling the coolness of the crisp white sheets against my skin.
I turn my attention to the surroundings, taking in the sight of the monitors beeping rhythmically, their multicolored lines dancing across the screens. Wires and tubes connect me to the machines, their presence a constant reminder of the medical care I've received.
In the corner of the room, a doctor rests on a worn-out couch, her tired form draped with a white lab coat. Her gentle snores provide a soothing backdrop to the otherwise stillness of the room. I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her dedication, knowing she must have worked tirelessly to ensure my well-being.
I raise my hand, feeling the slight tug of resistance as I remove the needle from my vein. The sensation is both relief and a subtle reminder of the medical intervention I've undergone. I observe the tiny puncture mark on my skin, evidence of the countless tests and treatments that have been administered.
The room itself exudes a sense of calm, with its neutral tones and minimalist decor. The silence is interrupted only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the distant hum of activity from the hospital corridors beyond. It's a strange juxtaposition, this oasis of tranquility amidst the bustling world of healthcare.
(Karito) "Um... Excuse me?" She still sleeps "Miss?" Still knocked out
Wow, she's out cold. Anyway, Kara, show me the notifications.
Mission "Age Of Ultron" complete
Rewards
60 Million Gold
1+ Prestige
New Skill
Gold: 63 Million
Level: 79
Prestige: 7
Stat Points: 363
Alright, time to sort out these stats and check my own progress. It's been ages since I last saw them, and I can't help but wonder how all that non-stop fighting has boosted my levels. I must be getting pretty close to maxing out some skills.
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Alright, I've made up my mind. I'm spreading 72 points evenly across all my stats and keeping a few for dexterity. Time to see where my level stands. System, show me my stats!
Player: Karito Josue Valdez
Level: 58
EXP: 35,232/58,000
HP: 362,000/362,000
Prestige: 7
Hero: Spider-Man (Miles Morales)
STR: 372
END: 369
INT: 351
DEX: 397
VIT: 362
(Stat Points) SP: 0
Skills
Spider Physiology: Gained the proportionate abilities of a spider that had been genetically modified with the Oz formula.
(Level 70/100) Superhuman Strength: Possesses superhuman strength, making him capable of lifting at least 83 tons. His physical strength also extends into his legs, enabling him to be able to jump to a height of several stories in a single bound.
(Level 69/100) Superhuman Speed: Possesses the proportionate speed of a spider, therefore he can run and move at speeds that are beyond the physical limits of the finest human athlete.
(Level 75/100) Superhuman Stamina: Players' advanced musculature produces fewer fatigue toxins during physical activity than an ordinary human. This allows him to exert himself physically for much longer periods before fatigue begins to impair him. Karito can physically exert himself for several hours in his best condition before the build-up of fatigue toxins in his blood begins to impair him.
(Level 72/100)Superhuman Durability: Player's body is physically tougher and more resistant to some types of injury than the body of a normal human. His body is also more resistant to impact forces than most humans.
(Level 68/100) Superhuman Agility: Agility, balance, flexibility, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are far beyond the natural physical limits of an Olympic-level gymnast.
(Level 67/100) Superhuman Equilibrium: Possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable. He can adjust his position by instinct, which enables him to balance himself on virtually any object, no matter how small or narrow.
(Level 70/100) Superhuman Reflexes: Reflexes are enhanced and are currently about 83 times greater than those of an ordinary human. In combination with his spider-sense, the speed of his reflexes allows him to dodge almost any attack.
(Level 50/100) Accelerated Vision: Karito's visual acuity is considerably beyond that of a normal human. He can see objects at much greater distances, with perfect clarity, relative to an ordinary human. He also possesses this same level of clarity at night, enabling him to see in near-complete darkness. It is possible that he is able to see into the infra-red end of the electromagnetic spectrum, enabling him to see a person's body heat. The flicker-fusion horizon (the speed at which some objects appear as a blur) in his eyes is superior to other people. What appears as a blur to most people, he can see perfectly. It also acts as a type of early warning, not the degree of a spider-sense but he is able to see attacks coming from far away. His vision also gives him the ability to see energy waves.
Wall-Crawling: Can cling to any surface using just his fingertips and feet.
(Level 80/100) Spider-Sense: When danger is present, The Player feels a buzzing sensation in his head as a sort of early warning system, allowing him to react accordingly. His spider-sense offers him near-complete awareness of his surroundings, and in conjunction with his reflexes, allows him to instinctively dodge or counter nearly all attacks. His spider-sense seems to be greatly enhanced compared to that of the original Spider-Man. For example, being able to see visions of the future before it even happens.
(Level 68/100) Venom Blasts: Can generate and manipulate a form of bio-electricity that his body produces, and can utilize the energy for multiple purposes. These energy projections vary in power and can affect the nervous system in humans and destroy technology. Depending on the intensity of the Venom Blast, some opponents can be simply dazed, while others can be completely incapacitated. It's also more effective on people with genetic alterations.
(Level 57/100) Mega Venom Blast: Able to emit a larger scale burst of bio-electricity from his entire body. It is powerful enough to repel a large group of opponents and destroy thick ropes and chains. This ability will leave Karito exhausted after using it and can be triggered by extreme stress.
(Level 65/100) Venom Beam: The player can channel his bio-electricity outward as a direct burst of electrostatic energy to knock away enemies in a stunning/concussive manner.
(Level 70/100) Venom Punch: The player can enhance the power of his punches by infusing his fists with bio-electricity.
(Level 64/100) Energy-Thread Generation: Player can produce threads of bio-electricity from his hands. Said spinnerets carry the same tensile prehensility of his web fluid, allowing him to swing from place to place or yank and flail around his opponents. He can also send a debilitating electric shock which disrupts their nervous systems as his Venom Blasts do.
(Level 76/100)Lateral Repulsion: By projecting a controlled Venom Blast, The Player can launch himself in the air with greater force than when jumping or web-swinging.
Spider-Camouflage: The Player, including his clothing, can blend into his surroundings, allowing him to sneak up on his enemies or, in some cases, flee from them. The effect closely resembles that of invisibility.
Accelerated Decoy: This allows The Player to move so fast that he can leave behind a body double for enemies to attack.
Detoxification: If Karito is poisoned, this buff automatically purges the said poison from his body.
(Level 50/100) Retractable Stingers: From both of his wrists, Karito is able to produce a pronounced stinger about the length of a standard sword. It is very sharp and durable, able to cleanly and effortlessly slice through solid metal.
(Level 58/100) Mark Of Kaine: Karito can channel energy endothermically through his hands and leave a severe burn mark on a person by making skin-to-skin contact with them.
(Level 75/100) Regenerative Healing Factor: Can regenerate his injuries much faster than normal humans can.
(Level 83/100) Karate: (Japanese: "empty hand") unarmed martial-arts discipline employing kicking, striking, and defensive blocking with arms and legs. Emphasis is on concentrating as much of the body's power as possible at the point and instant of impact. There are four main styles of karate in Japan: Shotokan, Goju-Ryu, Shito-Ryu, and Wado-Ryu.
(Level 84/100) Way Of The Spider: The Way of the Spider is a martial arts style developed by Spider-Man and Shang-Chi as a way for Spider-Man to compensate for the loss of his Spider-Sense. Peter Parker (Original Spider-Man) combined his bullying experiences, his superhuman capabilities, concepts from Fighting Form, and his training from Shang-Chi to create it. He also increased his skill with it using his now-returned Spider-Sense. He also combined his mastery of acrobatics into the Way of the Spider. He uses this fighting style to counter all types of combatants and it complements his.
(Level 82/100 Boxing) Early years. Boxing first appeared as a formal Olympic event in the 23rd Olympiad (688 BCE), but fist-fighting contests must certainly have had their origin in humankind's prehistory. The earliest visual evidence for boxing appears in Sumerian relief carvings from the 3rd-millennium BCE. The player learned this martial art thanks to Captain America.
(Level 81/100) Judo: Judo is a martial art that was born in Japan, and it is now known around the world as an Olympic sport. Judo was created in 1882 by combining jujutsu, a form of close combat, with elements of mental discipline. Judo is to strengthen the body by practicing attack and defense, to complete the personality by training the mind, and finally to devote oneself to society. The player learned this martial art thanks to Captain America.
(Level 84/100) Muay Thai: As a combat art originating in military warfare, Muay Thai was designed to inflict pain on the enemy while protecting the user from physical harm. Its range of weapons like the elbow strike, knee strike, and push kick can be used to disarm an attack. The player learned this martial art thanks to Captain America.
(Level 85/100) Wing Chun: The martial art style that came to be known as Wing Chun originated in a period of civil war that marked the transition between the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The rebellious martial arts monks of Shaolin were hunted down and killed and the temples burned to the ground. The purpose of Wing Chun is to defend yourself like many other martial arts, but what sets wing Chun apart is our focus. The player learned this martial art thanks to Captain America.
(Level 95/100) Hacker: This skill enables The Player to hack any kind of technology. The higher skill the more things The Player can hack.
(Level 66/100) Cooking: The skill of cooking the finest of meals, The Player will develop a more refined taste buds because of this skill. The higher the skill the better you will cook and be able to put buffs in your meals.
(Level 60/100) Cleaning: This skill will allow The Player to leave all surfaces and materials clean. The higher the skill the more efficient you will clean to the point where you will be able to add buffs to the surfaces or materials you cleaned.
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Well, damn. Turns out going head-to-head with an army for nearly two days straight can fast-track me to the next level. And thanks to some sweet rewards, I've even leveled up to a whole new prestige. Not too shabby. Alright, time to dive into this new skill and see what it's got to offer.
New skill loading
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Telepathy: The Player can communicate with others on a telepathic level.
So, communicating, huh? Well... um... I guess that could come in handy later. Anyway, time to get up from this bed... Oh, crap! I got hit with a wave of dizziness and ended up face-planting on the floor with a loud thud. The nurse, who was sleeping in the weirdest position ever, jolted awake at the sound of my pain-induced scream.
(Doctor) "Shit, shit, shit. Hey, hey, hey." Gently grabs my face inspecting me "Hello?"
(Karito) Totaly dizzy
(Doctor) Helps him up and places him on the bed
She helped me sit up and then whipped out a little flashlight to check my eyes. The light was annoying, so I closed my eyes for a moment, but then I got used to it.
(Karito) "Where am I...Oh god..."
(Doctor) "What?"
(Karito) "Yelena?"
(Yelena) "Uhh, yeah? That's my name. You have a crush on me or something?"
(Karito) "Uhh, no, I mean, you are attractive and all... I umm..."
(Yelena) "PFFFF HAHAHA! I'm messing with you, God that was cute." Hysterical laughter
(Karito) Blush
(Yelena) "Ahhh, anyways. To answer your question, you're in the hospital. You've been here for a while. Do you have any relatives? Family?"
(Karito) "Well, no?"
(Yelena) "Yeah, same."
(Karito) "What?"
(Yelena) "What?"
(Karito) "..."
(Yelena) "...Anyways. What's your name?"
(Karito) "Well, it's Karito Valdez."
(Yelena) "Alright, give me a few minutes. I'll be back."
(Karito) "Alright..."
The moment Yelena, the purported "Nurse," exited the room, I promptly initiated contact with Kara.
Kara, we need to talk.
"What's up, Player?"
Am I... in another dimension?
"Yes, indeed."
And how did I end up here?
"In the aftermath of the Sokovia explosion, which would have undoubtedly claimed your life, I resorted to utilizing the 'Missions' function within the system. It served as our last-ditch effort to teleport you to an alternate dimension that had already fallen victim to the encroaching Dark forces," Kara explained with a touch of remorse. "I wish there had been an alternative means of saving you, but no healing potion could have shielded you from the sheer magnitude of that explosion. You survived the harrowing ordeal with Ultron due to the accelerated healing potion you had ingested prior to being engulfed in flames. However, an explosion of such intensity is instantaneous and leaves no room for salvation. Your survival can only be attributed to a stroke of incredible luck."
Well... damn. So, who am I supposed to eliminate now?
"Your mission is to rid this dimension of the entity known as 'Dark Lee'.
Oh, please tell me it's not Rock Lee.
"Luckily for you, it is not."
Phew, I wouldn't have stood a chance against him. By the way, any idea where I can find this 'Dark Lee'?
"In this Dark-infested realm, my powers are significantly curtailed. We're both at a distinct disadvantage here, as the Darks have the upper hand."
Fantastic... just absolutely fantastic! And why in the world is Yelena present in this dimension?"
"This is the multiverse, Player. Anything can happen."
Thank goodness she's not aligned with the Darkness. I was on the verge of losing my sanity. By the way, how long have I been in this dimension?
"Believe it or not, you've been in a coma for two months."
What?
"The nurse is returning."
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I glanced at the door and the nurse walked in, motioning for me to follow her. We headed to the radiology department for an X-ray. I was told to keep my joggers on and lie down on the table. Behind the window, Yelena and another nurse took the X-rays. Once they were done, Yelena signaled that I could stand up.
(Yelena) "Hey, Karito. You can get up now."
I did as she instructed and sat myself up on the table, taking notice as she returned with a new set of clothes. Well, it made sense—I was only wearing my joggers, after all.
(Karito) "What's this for? The X-Ray."
(Yelena) "It's just a precaution."
(Karito) "Oh thanks then, Doc."
(Yelena) "You can call me Yelena." Smile "Anyways, it's time for you to get dressed." Gives him a black long sleeve and slim jeans
(Karito) "Thanks, Yelena." Smiles
(Yelena) "Stop being cute." Giggles
(Karito) "Can I change?" Chuckles
(Yelena) "Can I have a peek?"
(Karito) "You already saw me shirtless, this is my no-no square."
(Yelena) "PFFF, Alright then. That's unfortunate." Turns around "I'm going to check on you're X-rays, alright?"
(Karito) "Alright."
After she left, I threw on a long-sleeved gray shirt, slipped into some mountain shoes, and rocked a pair of slim gray jeans. What the hell, am I going mountain climbing or something? Well, I gotta admit, I'm rocking that Uncharted vibe right now.
After a few minutes had gone by, one of the nurses informed me that Yelena was waiting for me at the front of the hospital. I made my way over to her and noticed a sigh escaping her. Naturally, I asked if everything was alright.
(Karito) "What's wrong, Doc? You tired?"
(Yelena) "Nothing, nothing. Let's go! I wanna show you around. By the way, you do know where you are right?"
(Karito) Thumbs up "No fucking idea!"
(Yelena) "PFFF, even better. Let me show you around then."
As the day unfolded, Yelena assumed the role of my guide, acquainting me with the surroundings of this foreign land that I now found myself in—Indonesia, to be precise. A wave of realization washed over me, highlighting the considerable distance that separated me from the familiar comforts of home. It came as no surprise, then, that my comprehension of the local language and written text proved futile, leaving me reliant on Yelena's translating abilities. Were it not for her presence, I would be akin to a bewildered puppy, navigating through a world of unfamiliar sounds and symbols. The acquisition of linguistic prowess would undoubtedly be advantageous, but it must be timed carefully to avoid arousing suspicion with my sudden fluency in every language known to man.
In due course, Yelena led me to a picturesque beach, adorned with a quaint abode nestled nearby. With a gentle gesture, she instructed me to occupy a nearby log, assuring me that she would return shortly with the individual responsible for discovering me on these very shores. Admittedly, the peculiar circumstances surrounding my arrival seemed oddly fitting for this beach setting. Nevertheless, I chose to dismiss any lingering strangeness, opting instead to immerse myself in the serene ambiance. The rhythmic symphony of the crashing waves, accompanied by the gentle caress of the coastal breeze, enveloped me in a tranquil embrace. Lost in contemplation, I fixated my gaze upon the horizon, allowing the moment to wash over me.
Wait, did Yelena just capture a photograph of me?
(Karito) "Already going to make an album of me?"
(Yelena) "Of course cutie. Jokes aside, do you know how you got here?"
(Karito) "Not much but I do know there was an explosion."
(Yelena) "An explosion?"
(Karito) "Yeah, I was on a boat with a few of my friends until pirates decided to raid us." Lies
(Yelena) "Oh, damn. You are the only one that survived?"
(Karito) "I think so."
(Yelena) "I'm sorry."
(Karito) "Nah, it's alright. Don't worry about it."
(Yelena) "I know how it feels, I used to have a sister."
(Karito) Already knows what she's talking about "Sister?"
(Yelena) "Yeah... But I rather not talk about it. At least for now."
(Karito) "That's alright."
(Yelena) "Oh, right. Just over there on the shore. Right there beside the small boat, Romli found you. Actually, he's right there. Behind us, on the house over there." Waves
(Romli) Smiles and waves
(Karito) Waves and gives him a thumbs up
(Yelena) "It's him you should be grateful to."
(Karito) "I am."
(Yelena) "I hope so. Also, I'm hungry are you hungry?"
(Karito) "I'm starving."
(Yelena) "Alright, then let's go!" Grabs Karitos hand and leads him to a restaurant
No Pov
Night time
Within the confines of a secluded warehouse, nestled within an obscure locale, a consortium of malevolent characters had convened. Their presence hinted at clandestine activities and the pursuit of illicit enterprises. Engulfed in an atmosphere tinged with treachery, these individuals stood poised in anticipation, awaiting the arrival of a figure shrouded in mystery. The interior of the warehouse bore witness to an assemblage of armed men, their weapons brandished with an air of menace, while tendrils of smoke curled upwards from their indulgence in vice. At the epicenter of this scene, two individuals commanded attention, their countenances accentuated by bags containing a trove of cocaine resting upon the table. Yet, impatience began to afflict one of them, their tolerance for delay reaching its precipice.
(Boss) "Where is he, huh?"
(Henchman) "Patience, boss. It won't be long now."
A few minutes later
(Boss) Slams the table "That's it I'm out of here."
(Henchman) "Hold on..."
With the resounding creak of the door, an aura of anticipation permeates the room as two figures materialize in the threshold. One among them, bearing the name of Lee, is the very individual that Karito seeks to eliminate. Accompanied by a woman veiling her countenance, they step forward, their entrance exuding an unsettling air of tranquility that borders on the inhuman. Lee's visage is adorned with an enigmatic smile, an outward display of unruffled composure, as he delicately places a bag laden with Shao Mei upon the table, each movement calculated and measured.
(Lee) "Patience. It's the essence of success... Please, sit down."
An air of palpable tension settles as the trio takes their seats at the table, their gazes interlocking in an unspoken contest of wills. The weight of their collective presence hangs heavy in the room, unsettling those present. The unwavering focus of the two men fixates upon Lee, who, in stark contrast, maintains a disarming smile upon his countenance. Amidst the uncomfortable silence that lingers, it is Lee who, recognizing the need to break the impasse, chooses to initiate the discourse.
(Lee) "Okay, then. I'm digging in."
With a measured grace, Lee unfastens the bag, revealing its hidden contents to the attentive eyes of the onlookers. Retrieving a pair of refined chopsticks, he deftly separates them, bringing forth an unmistakable air of purpose. As he meticulously unfolds the bag, its once-concealed contents unfurl before the gathering, exposing a bed of tantalizing noodles. The visual spectacle leaves an indelible impression, capturing the essence of this culinary encounter.
(Lee) Sighs "Now, this is tasty." Slurps "Want some?" Continues to eat "Mhm, so good."
(Boss) "Okay, Mr. Lee. I respect you. So, I'll get straight to the point."
(Lee) "Mhm."
(Boss) "I'm cutting you loose."
(Lee) Starts to get angry but hides it "...Come again?"
(Boss) "Your guns... Chinese junk... And this..." Slams the cocaine on the table "Diluted crap. I wanted to do business with you because of your reputation..." Starts to make fun of him "Lee, the sea devil." Laughs "Lee, the father from hell." Laughs hysterically "You see, getting rid of you will give me a certain reputation, too." Shows around "Why would I bring all these people just for a meeting with you?"
(Lee) Snorts "So, that's why you bring all these people. And the people outside?" Smiles
Beyond the confines of the warehouse, a sextet of individuals commenced their approach, each adorned with an arsenal of formidable weaponry. Yet, unbeknownst to them, concealed within the confines of an inconspicuous vehicle, three additional figures lay in wait. Among them, one sported a pair of spectacles, exuding an air of intellect and discernment. Another, towering in stature, exuded an unmistakable aura of strength and resilience. The third, possessing a compact physique and a closely cropped hairstyle, completed this trio of enigmatic characters. It was the bespectacled one who assumed a position of authority, declaring his intent to handle the imminent situation, a notion readily understood and affirmed by the silent nods exchanged amongst the trio.
As the door swung open with a resounding thud, its forceful impact reverberated throughout the warehouse, startling the sextet in its midst. The collective attention of the six armed individuals converged upon the man who boldly strode towards them, an unmistakable air of determination exuding from his very being. In a dramatic display of aggression, one among the six launched an attack, initiating a clash that would define the ensuing confrontation.
In a swift and seamless motion, the assailant brandishing a knife launched a piercing thrust towards the chest of the man adorned in spectacles. However, his intentions were met with an astonishing display of agility, as a lightning-fast punch connected with his face, leaving him bewildered and unable to process the swift counter. Before his body could succumb to gravity's pull, a forceful knee strike landed squarely on his countenance. Simultaneously, another adversary, poised to strike, found himself on the receiving end of a powerful side-kick to the chest, eliciting a pained grunt and subsequent collapse. Undeterred, the third assailant lunged forward with a menacing machete in hand, only to meet an unyielding grip that abruptly twisted his wrist, coupled with a well-placed kick behind the leg, sending him spiraling off-balance.
Unrelenting, the fourth antagonist sought to seize the element of surprise, launching a flurry of attacks, only to be met with deft blocks and a resounding sidekick to the ribs, which propelled him backward. The initial assailant, having regained his bearings, unleashed a punch, but his strike was effortlessly parried by the man with the glasses, who swiftly retaliated by seizing his opponent's head, leaving his neck exposed for a decisive chop. A scream pierced the air as the man with the glasses unleashed a torrent of punishing blows upon his fallen adversary, relentlessly targeting his chest until the threat was fully neutralized.
Observing the remaining trio closing in, one among them donning a brown jacket brandished a machete, intent on inflicting harm. Yet, with nimble agility, the glasses-wearing man evaded the attack, retaliating with a forceful elbow strike to the face, followed by a knee thrust to the torso. Sensing another adversary with a machete charging towards him, the man swiftly disengaged from his ongoing confrontation, producing a metal baton with fluid dexterity. A resounding crack echoed through the air as the baton connected with his assailant's skull, rending it open, causing a profusion of blood to cascade onto the ground.
Within the confines of the warehouse, another skirmish unfolded, poised to commence with fervor. The enigmatic woman, who had accompanied Lee, drew down her mask, revealing a self-assured smirk that sent shivers down the spines of the henchmen standing before her. Their eyes brimmed with murderous intent as one among them tentatively raised his firearm, yet his aim was abruptly thwarted as the woman deftly hurled a knife towards him. Reacting with remarkable agility, he instinctively intercepted the blade with the palm of his hand, only to recoil in searing pain. Seizing the moment, the woman swiftly closed the distance, plunging the very same knife into his throat with lethal precision.
In a seamless display of fluid motion, she pivoted, unleashing a devastating front kick that halted an assailant mid-air, thwarting his impending assault. Focusing her attention on the henchman with the knife lodged in his throat, she propelled him forcefully onto a nearby table, the impact reverberating through the room. A formidable adversary wielding a machete, sensing an opportunity, lunged forward, attempting a dual strike of both kick and slash. However, the woman's extraordinary reflexes allowed her to deftly evade both maneuvers, gracefully ducking beneath the oncoming attacks. In a stunning countermove, she promptly retaliated, her blades finding purchase in his abdomen, rending it open with lethal precision.
Surveying her surroundings with a sharp gaze, she swiftly identified four additional adversaries poised for confrontation. One among them, donning a black shirt, audaciously launched a high kick towards her, only to find himself ensnared in her unyielding grasp. With calculated force, she snapped his leg, rendering it broken, before delivering a final blow, dislocating his supporting limb and sending him crashing to the floor. The remaining three, their confidence waning in the face of her formidable martial prowess, hesitated to engage. However, one among them, discarding trepidation, impulsively lunged forth, brandishing a knife with ill intent. Yet, the woman's keen perception had anticipated his every move, nimbly slicing his wrist, causing him to relinquish his weapon. With swift efficiency, she swiftly maneuvered him onto his back, driving her blade into his neck, silencing him permanently.
Beyond the confines of the warehouse, a fierce altercation continued to unfold. As we left off, the man adorned in spectacles had delivered a devastating blow, splitting open his adversary's skull with a resounding crack, instantly extinguishing his life. The lifeless body crumpled to the floor.
Undeterred, he swiftly shifted his attention to another opponent, gripping him tightly as he unleashed a relentless onslaught with his metal baton. The resounding impacts echoed through the air as he subjected his foe to a barrage of strikes, the force of each blow resulting in the disfiguring of the man's visage, blood staining the atmosphere with each savage contact. In a display of relentless brutality, he seized the man's face, utilizing the end of the baton to continue his onslaught, further tearing open the flesh and unleashing a spray of crimson across the surroundings.
Now, only one adversary remained, undeterred by the carnage that had transpired. Eager to confront his opponent, he lunged forward with ill-conceived intent, only to be swiftly and deftly countered by the man with the glasses. With calculated precision, the man seized his assailant's shirt, methodically administering a series of strikes, repeatedly smashing his baton into the unfortunate foe's face. Each impact left its mark, distorting the features of the hapless assailant, culminating in a mangled, bloodied countenance. Observing the grim result of his handiwork, the man adorned in spectacles could not help but smirk.
Returning to the interior of the warehouse, the woman concluded her encounter by dispatching a man with a lethal strike to the nape of his neck, effectively neutralizing him. However, the unfolding drama was not yet at its climax. Determined to test the assassin's mettle, a lone assailant elected to launch an audacious assault, even as his comrades wisely opted to withhold interference, wisely acknowledging her formidable prowess.
Seizing an AK-47 in his grasp, the assailant unleashed a hailstorm of bullets, intent on subduing the relentless woman. However, her skill and resourcefulness proved to be her salvation, as she adeptly employed the lifeless body of her fallen adversary as a fortuitous shield. Every projectile harmlessly deflected off the impromptu barrier, her body emerging unscathed. Seizing an opportune moment, she swiftly retrieved a gun holstered at her waist, unleashing a single, precise shot that found its mark upon her last standing opponent, ending his futile resistance with a resounding headshot.
Beyond the confines of the warehouse, Glasses retrieved a small towel with meticulous care, commencing the task of cleaning his metal baton. Engaged in this meticulous act, he demonstrated an unwavering commitment to maintaining his weapon's pristine condition. As he dutifully attended to his instrument of force, a resonant, piercing whistle escaped his lips, its penetrating sound effortlessly carrying across the surrounding expanse, capturing the attention of all within earshot.
Inside the warehouse, an eerie silence hung in the air, as the presence of Lee and his formidable "children" cast a palpable fear over all present. Not a single utterance dared to escape the lips of those within. As the door swung open, revealing the trio who had been concealed within the confines of the van, a hush fell over the room. Two of them brandished guns, exuding an air of unwavering resolve, while Glasses, with an unmatched air of style, stood poised, emanating an overwhelming aura.
The Boss, gripped by mounting anxiety and a desperate need to regain control, inched his hand toward his gun, intending to eliminate Lee in a misguided act of defiance. However, this ill-fated decision would prove to be a grave misstep. The Boss discharged his weapon, but with an uncanny display of agility, Lee evaded the bullet's path, leaving behind a mere afterimage. In one swift, fluid motion, Lee seized hold of the Boss's shirt, driving a chopstick into the vulnerable expanse of his neck. Gurgling sounds emanated from the Boss, a crimson torrent erupting from the grievous wound, drenching his henchmen in a macabre display of his lifeblood. With the Boss's demise, only one remained, the solitary figure who had sat alongside the now-lifeless leader, as the rest cowered in fearful submission, unwilling to challenge the prevailing terror.
Overwhelmed by panic, the lone survivor frantically tugged at his disheveled hair, his trembling body betraying his inner turmoil. The weight of the situation bore down upon him, rendering him uncontrollable, a pitiable figure consumed by sheer terror.
(Henchman) "Oh shit!" Hyperventilates "He's... He's... He's not my Boss."
(Lee) Drags his chair beside the man and inspects the now-dead Boss's gun "Chinese junk, huh?" Shots all the cowards that stayed on the back of the warehouse "The gun is good." Places the gun on the henchman's cheek burning him
(Henchman) "AHHHHHH! NO! NO! NO! WAIT, WAIT FOR A SECOND BRO- I MEAN BOSS! Wait, wait, wait. I got the information. Important information... For you."
(Lee) Shows interest and motions him to continue
(Henchmen) "The day you escape. They found a man who fell from the sky and landed on the beach, brought him to a hospital." Gets anxious "My point is, people saw a portal open where he fell and close right there. I think it's another one of those Guardians you have killed before."
A profound silence descended upon the room, enveloping the space in an atmosphere pregnant with unspoken tension. Lee's gaze shifted to his "daughter," their eyes locking in a moment fraught with apprehension. In the depths of their shared connection, a subtle exchange of worry passed between them, wordlessly conveying a deep concern for the uncertain circumstances that lay ahead.
(Henchman) "Can I go now?"
(Lee) Points his gun at the henchman's manhood "Are you fucking with me, boy? YOU FUCKING WITH ME BOY?!"
(Henchman) Starts whimpering "Not there, please..." Starts tearing up "I'm giving you information! I'm not bullshiting! Please! I swear!" Sees Lee lowering his gun "I promise you, Boss. I promise I promise, I promise." Starts begging "Please. Please. Please, don't kill me. Please. Please. Give me a chance..."
(Lee) "...Alright. One chance."
(Henchman) Happy "O-Okay, I'll start leaving then!"
(Lee) "Smug now?" Shots the Henchmen's ear off
(Henchman) "AHHHHHH! WHY?! FUCK!"
(Lee) "And now you can go to the hospital and check it out." Motions his other three "sons" to drop this lowlife at the hospital and he stands up, leaving the area with his "daughter" following right behind
Weeks later, in the morning
Karito Pov
I woke up early today and decided to pay a visit to my savior, Romli. Even though we had a bit of trouble communicating, he showed me the ropes of sailing on his boat. I tried my hand at catching some fish with a net, but let's just say it didn't go too well. Romli couldn't help but laugh as I slumped down in defeat. Afterward, we teamed up to push his boat back to shore, and we ended up spending most of the day hanging out together. He even taught me some Indonesian phrases and more sailing tricks. It was a blast being with him, and the language barrier didn't seem to matter much. Somehow, we understood each other without words. I'm really glad I got to spend time with him. It was like hanging out with a really cool uncle or something. But eventually, I had to head back to the hospital because Yelena was worried sick about me. Couldn't say no when she gave me that irresistible puppy face, you know how it is.
As I strolled along the corridor, making my way back to the hospital, a subtle sense of anticipation hung in the air, catching my attention and drawing my focus towards the surrounding hallways. Intriguingly, the faint echoes of a commotion reached my ears, punctuating the otherwise serene atmosphere of the medical facility.
No Pov
(Henchmen) "Why the fuck do I have to wait? Just get the damn Doctor. Bring him here."
In the bustling corridors of the hospital, a discordant scene unfolded as a group of agitated henchmen engaged in a heated argument with a weary nurse. The clash of voices reverberated, filling the air with tension and discomfort. Onlookers, comprising a mix of patients and medical staff, watched the altercation unfold with growing unease.
The henchmen, their demeanor marked by aggression and defiance, seemed determined to assert their dominance over the situation. Their voices boomed, carrying an air of hostility that echoed through the hallowed halls, disturbing the peaceful ambiance that typically enveloped the medical facility.
As the confrontation escalated, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged, and a collective sense of discomfort permeated the surroundings. Patients, already in vulnerable states, found themselves caught in the crossfire of the escalating tension. An undercurrent of unease coursed through the ward, casting a shadow over the normally soothing environment meant for healing and solace.
(Henchman) "Fix my ear, and you'll be done. It's that simple."
(Nurse) "Please, sir. You're scaring the other patients."
(Henchman) "You got eyes, right? Use your eyes. Look at my ear. LOOK! CALL THE DOCTOR! AND FIX MY FUCKING EAR!"
(Nurse) "Sir, please, you still need to fill out the form." Gives him a folder
(Henchman) "What the fuck? Are you kidding me?" Throws the form on the floor "You got a death wish or something, honey?" Starts being a pervert
(Guard) "Sir, just calm down." Pushes the henchmen away saving the nurse
(Henchman) "What did you say?"
(Guard) "I said, calm down, sir."
(Henchman) "I still can't hear."
(Guard) "This is a hosp-" Gets slapped
(Henchman) "Shut the fuck up!"
(Yelena) "Sir. Calm down, please. I'm a doctor, I'll take care of your ear."
(Henchman) "Fucking finally."
Time slipped by in measured minutes, and a palpable aura of stoicism radiated from Yelena's countenance as she attended to the individual in question. With an unwavering composure, she carried out her duties, diligently tending to his needs, despite his incessant whining that pierced the air like the cries of an infant.
(Henchman) "Ouch! It hurts like hell Doc."
(Yelena) "Mhm, I'm almost done."
(Henchman) "Oh, hey Doc. I heard they found a dying guy on the beach."
(Yelena) "Tilt-up."
(Henchman) Tilts up "And they brought him here."
(Yelena) "Uh-huh, I see a lot of patients."
(Henchman) Grabs her wrist "So your not denying it? The beach boy was here." Stares at her eyes "You're hiding something, aren't you?"
(Yelena) "Uh-huh." Patches his ear
(Henchman) "Yeah. Stop!" Winces in pain
(Yelena) "Alright, you are done. You can leave now."
(Henchman) "About time."
(Yelena) "Mhm." Was gonna stand up and leave
(Henchman) Holds her and forces her to sit down "You can't just leave me here high and dry, Doc. Where is he?"
(Yelena) "Don't touch me."
(Henchman) "Or what? You gonna call security?" Laughs "Go ahead, call them." Looks at the exit "Security!~ ... Now, look at me over here."
(Yelena) Looks angrily at him
(Henchman) "Quit the fucking games and tell me where he is." Starts to lean closer to Yelena "Or maybe... you just want to play games with me..."
(Yelena) Starts to slowly pull out a gun from behind her waist
In a decisive moment, the door swung open, revealing Karito's arrival. Instantly discerning the unsettling situation that unfolded before him, he swiftly moved into action. With a calculated maneuver, he deftly seized the man's hand, expertly twisting it to the side with a seamless blend of precision and force.
(Henchman) "ARGH! WHAT THE FUCK?! LET GO!"
(Karito) "Tch." Pushes him to a wall and checks at Yelena "Doc, are you alright?"
(Yelena) Sighs in relief "Yeah, thanks to you." Hides the gun she was about to pull out
In a pivotal instant, the henchman's hand closed around a glass container, a random object within reach, poised to deliver a devastating blow upon Karito's unsuspecting head. However, with an instinctual surge of heightened awareness, his spider-sense surged to life, alerting him to the imminent danger. In a fluid motion, Karito swiftly intercepted the henchman's wrist, preventing the lethal strike from reaching its intended target. Their gazes locked, a potent mix of determination and simmering anger emanating from Karito's unwavering stare.
With a futile attempt to regain control, the henchman sought solace in brute force, launching a punch directed at Karito's face. Yet, the nimble hero deftly evaded the blow, his reflexes honed to perfection. Seizing the moment, Karito's hands closed around the henchman's throat, propelling him against a nearby wall with startling ease, as if he weighed naught but a feather. In the grip of desperation, the henchman brandished a gun, intending to eradicate the formidable obstacle in front of him. However, in a display of extraordinary speed and precision, Karito's actions transpired with a swiftness that defied observation.
What transpired next unfolded in a flurry of movement, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Karito's hand latched onto the gun's slide, wrenching it back with such force that a fragment of the firearm fractured and shattered away. In a chilling twist, the broken piece transformed into an impromptu weapon, held firmly in Karito's grip. Without hesitation, he thrust the jagged edge toward the henchman's face, instilling sheer terror in his eyes, evoking a visceral reaction that reverberated through his very core. The audacious display of skill and fearlessness left the henchman shaken to the core, aghast at the realization of the perilous predicament in which he found himself.
(Yelena) "Karito?" Puts her hand on his shoulder
(Karito) Notices that he almost destroyed the wall and leaves the slide of the gun stuck on the wall and backs off
(Henchman) Runs away like a coward
(Karito) "I'm sorry, I overreacted."
(Yelena) Mumbles "That was so hot..."
(Karito) "What?"
(Yelena) "What?"
(Karito) "..."
(Yelena) "Wanna hang out again after work?"
(Karito) "Sure. I'll be glad too."
Time skip
Night time
No Pov
Karito and Yelena strolled in unison along the rain-kissed streets, their figures nestled together under the protective shield of an umbrella. As droplets of water cascaded from the heavens above, the need for shelter brought them intimately closer. Yelena, seizing the opportune moment, gravitated towards Karito, seeking solace in the reassuring proximity of their shared embrace. Unfazed by her presence, Karito welcomed the tender connection, finding comfort in the unspoken bond they shared amidst the gentle patter of raindrops.
(Yelena) "Karito? Did you recognize that guy? The way you reacted had me a bit worried but I'm glad you helped me. But what if you're in danger because of what you did?"
(Karito) "It's alright, I'm used to it by now."
(Yelena) "Used to it?"
(Karito) "Well, it's part of the job."
(Yelena) "Are you a cop or something?"
(Karito) "Yeah. I get the hard kinds of jobs. It's a pain but, what can I do about it?"
(Yelena) In her thoughts "Should I tell him that I'm a runaway spy?"
(Karito) "Yelena?"
(Yelena) "Oh! It's nothing, sorry I dozed off."
(Karito) "I feel like you want to tell me something."
(Yelena) "Well... Why don't you come with me to Jakarta?"
(Karito) "Jakarta?"
(Yelena) "Well, they have better facilities there and you can have a more comfortable life and maybe you will avoid problems if that thug is gonna take revenge on you."
(Karito) "Why would you do all this for me?"
(Yelena) "Well... I just have this feeling of helping you. I don't know why..."
(Karito) "..."
(Yelena) "K-Karito?"
(Karito) Spaces out
(Yelena) Waves her hand on his face "Karito?"
(Karito) "Huh?"
(Yelena) "What do you say? Will you come with me?"
(Karito) "... What if me going with you will just cause you harm? I'll just be a burden to you. Will you still be there for me?"
(Yelena) "Karito, you aren't a bad person to cause me trouble. I can tell." Smile
(Karito) "It's just..."
(Yelena) "Just what? Karito?"
(Karito) "I have unfinished business here..."
(Yelena) "How can you have unfinished business here? You even told me you haven't been here before."
(Karito) "I haven't but I have to do something here."
(Yelena) "If you didn't want to come with me you could just say no..."
(Karito) "Yelena, it's not that. I promise you."
(Yelena) "Then what is it?"
(Karito) "..."
(Yelena) "I'm waiting."
(Karito) "If I tell you I'll most likely put you in danger..."
(Yelena) Sighs "I..."
(Karito) "Yelena, it's going to be okay."
(Yelena) "I am sorry... I kinda freaked out..."
(Karito) "And I'm sorry I can't go with you. At least not yet."
(Yelena) "You promise?"
(Karito) "You are the only person I know here. Of course." Smiles
(Yelena) Thoughts "Why does he have this... unique charm on him?"
(Karito) Pets her "I promise we'll see each other again once I'm done here."
(Yelena) She smiles and pulls out a small phone "Here. Take it."
(Karito) Grabs it and checks it out
(Yelena) "There's only one number in it." Winks "After you are done with whatever you are gonna do. Look me up in Jakarta. I bet you haven't experienced a real traffic jam before."
(Karito) "Girl, you have no idea." Laughs
(Yelena) "Welp, you will have to go through it again." Giggles "Also, when I become a successful doctor, don't expect free checkups."
(Karito) "Awww man, I was hoping I was a VIP."
(Yelena) "I gotta make my money, sweetie." Laughs
(Karito) "That sucks, and here I had you as my favorite doctor." Chuckles
(Yelena) "Mhm..."
(Karito) "Yelena?"
(Yelena) Hugs Karito
(Karito) Surprised but hugs back
(Yelena) "Stop being so cute."
(Karito) "I don't do it on purpose I swear."
(Yelena) Giggles "Thanks."
(Karito) "For what?"
(Yelena) "For helping me."
(Karito) "I should be the one saying that, Doc."
(Yelena) "Tch, oh you." Grabs his cheek
(Karito) "Ouch, ouch, ouch! I'm sorry!"
Time skip
Day time
Afternoon
Karito and Yelena stood together at the bus stop, the anticipation of their journey mingling with a sense of companionship. As they awaited the arrival of their transportation, Karito lent a helping hand, assisting Yelena with her luggage and offering unwavering support. Little did he know that the enigmatic system would unveil a chilling vision, altering the course of their expectations.
Within the depths of his mind's eye, Karito found himself transported to an underground bunker, an eerie place teeming with children. The young ones sat in somber anticipation, their eyes fixed upon an unseen presence. Transfixed by this haunting spectacle, Karito beheld the figure of Lee, assuming the role of an authority figure, his words imbued with a perverse sense of instruction. Two boys, seemingly innocents caught in a malevolent game, were called to the center of the room. Lee, their manipulative guide, commanded them to engage in a brutal confrontation, coercing them into a merciless clash of fists and fury.
As the fight erupted, the sound of bone meeting bone echoed through the chamber. Blood stained the countenances of the young combatants, their innocent faces twisted by pain and desperation. One boy emerged as the apparent victor, his dominance leaving the other helpless and broken beneath him. The relentless assault continued, devastating hammer fists raining down upon the defeated child, who cried out in agony. Until, with a sickening snap, a moment of irreversible consequence sealed the tragic fate of the boy beneath the merciless blows.
The vision, a chilling reminder of the darkness that threatened innocence, lingered in Karito's consciousness, casting a shadow over his thoughts... And then, he woke up.
In that pivotal moment, Yelena's hand reached out, her fingers delicately entwining with Karito's own. As the weight of the vision bore down upon him, beads of perspiration formed upon his brow. The touch of Yelena's hand, firm yet gentle, offered a lifeline amidst the tumultuous storm brewing within him. It served as a grounding force, a connection that provided solace and reassurance in the face of the unsettling revelation.
(Yelena) "Karito, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
(Karito) "O-Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. Everything is alright."
(Yelena) "You know, you're a bad liar."
(Karito) "So I'm told." Nervous laugh
(Speaker) "Going to the ferry station, ready for departure."
(Yelena) "Oh, that's my ride. Come on." Grabs her bag
(Karito) "Alright." Grabs her luggage
In a moment of heightened awareness, Karito's spider-sense tingled, signaling the presence of three individuals fixated upon him. His gaze turned towards a crimson-hued truck, and there, a chilling revelation unfolded. The henchman, driven by his allegiance to Lee, had brought forth two of Lee's formidable "sons," their eyes ablaze with simmering fury. A charged silence permeated the air as the four adversaries locked eyes, each harboring their own reservoirs of animosity.
Yet, in the face of this volatile confrontation, Karito, armed with his extraordinary abilities, chose a different path. Harnessing the depths of his telepathic prowess, he embarked on a subtle journey of communication, seeking to bridge the chasm of hostility that lay between them. With measured intent, he ventured to share a cryptic message, silently transmitting his thoughts, planting seeds of understanding within the minds of his adversaries.
(Karito) Telepathically in the three men's heads "You fucking touch this woman I'm with and I will make you all regret the day you ever lived. If you thought Lee's "teachings" were bad when you were children then I'll make your experience with me be pure hell."
(???) "We'll be waiting for you... Guardian."
In a twist of fortuitous timing, an unexpected arrival disrupted the intense standoff unfolding between the four individuals. A seemingly random bus interposed itself between them, momentarily obstructing their piercing gazes and providing Karito with a precious opportunity to vanish into the veil of shadows. As the bus shielded his retreat, the three remaining figures seethed with mounting fury, their eyes fixated on the now-vacant space where Karito once stood. Determined to exact retribution, their minds enkindled with a malevolent resolve, they set their sights on a future encounter that would be marked by torment and suffering.
Concealed within the depths of an obscure alleyway corner, Karito cast his gaze upon the retreating figures, their departure leaving behind an unsettling aura of unresolved conflict. As the sound of their fading engines gradually dissipated, a hushed calm settled upon the surroundings. In the midst of this stillness, a soft voice reached Karito's ears, gently calling out his name, punctuating the silent tableau with a glimmer of intrigue.
(Romli) "Hey! Boy!"
(Karito) Looks "Oh! Romli! Hey!"
(Romli) Does a gesture on why he's serious
(Karito) Motions him to not worry about it
(Romli) Taps the back of his bike
Yelena Pov
The bus was pretty chill. Most people were either napping or chatting with their buddies. I decided to zone out and put on my headphones, letting the music transport me to another world. The bus's peaceful vibe and the rhythmic beats got me in the mood to take a quick power nap. So, I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes, and drifted off into dreamland, all while the world buzzed on around me.
So, after a few minutes of cruising along, the bus came to a sudden halt out of nowhere. Talk about a buzzkill to the smooth ride we had going on.
(Civilian) "What's the matter?"
(Bus driver) "I don't know, there's a truck in the middle of the road, blocking both tracks."
In an alarming turn of events, the tranquility of the bus was abruptly shattered as three individuals forcefully pried open the door, their intentions masked by an air of malevolence. With calculated precision, they brandished the formidable presence of AK-47 assault rifles, their deadly muzzles trained unwaveringly upon the unsuspecting bus driver. The atmosphere thickened with an unsettling tension, as passengers were thrust into an unnerving encounter with the harbingers of chaos.
(Tejo) "Sup, names Tejo. This is my brother Tano."
(Tano) "Sup."
(Bus Driver) "Don't... please... I have a family."
(Tejo) "We also had a family, right Tano?"
(Tano) "Hehehe... They are dead."
(Bus Driver) "NO!"
Tejo, driven by his malicious intent, unleashed a torrent of bullets towards the defenseless bus driver, transforming the once serene cabin into a gruesome tableau. The window became a macabre canvas, splattered with crimson as the driver's lifeblood mingled with the shattered glass. Wracked by the onslaught of projectiles, the driver's body convulsed in a chilling dance of agony, the bullets tearing through his form with devastating effect, obliterating any semblance of life within him.
With an air of menace, Tejo, accompanied by his accomplice Tano and the henchman who had incited chaos within the hospital, infiltrated the bus, their presence casting an ominous shadow over its occupants. As they probed their surroundings, a chill crept down my spine, seizing my very being, as fear gripped my heart at the sound of my name slipping from their treacherous lips.
(Tano) "Oh, Yelena.~ Where are you?~
(Tejo) "You know, you should just give up on taking us down. We will kill you just like how we will kill your precious Guardian."
(Henchman) "Who would've thought there was a spy who worked with the past Guardian that died at the hands of Lee?"
(Yelena) Grabs her phone and calls Karito
(Karito) Picks up "Yelena?"
(Yelena) "They came for me."
(Karito) "Who?!"
(Yelena) "The people who stared at us in the bus station."
(Karito) "You knew?"
(Yelena) "Karito, I'm sorry... I know what you are... I prayed for so long for a Guardian to come... And then I saw you... You were so... different from the other Guardians."
(Karito) "Yelena! Where are you?!"
(Yelena) "I don't know if I'll make it because these are Darks... but... I'm glad I meet you."
(Karito) "YELENA!" Yelena hangs up
Amidst the backdrop of deafening gunfire, the ominous symphony of destruction resonated through the bus, shattering the fragile tranquility that once defined its interior. The ruthless trio, devoid of mercy or discrimination, unleashed a relentless barrage of bullets upon the unsuspecting occupants. The indiscriminate carnage spared no soul, heedless of age, gender, or familial bonds. In the face of this horrifying spectacle, a surge of urgency and self-preservation coursed through my veins, compelling me to embrace the instinctual drive to survive. Desperation gripped me like a vise as the imperative to escape took hold, screaming in my mind with unyielding intensity. I couldn't afford to remain passive in the face of such unbridled violence; my very existence hinged upon seizing the opportunity to flee this nightmare, to reclaim my freedom from the clutches of imminent peril.
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Bang
To Be Continued...