The dimly lit factory echoed with relentless noise—the hum of machinery, the rhythmic pounding of metal, and the sharp hiss of electricity. Noah, strapped to a monstrous contraption, faced a workout that would have killed an ordinary man. The machine poured thousands of volts into his body through electrodes, igniting his nerves and tearing apart cellular structures only to have them regenerate stronger.
Behind him, a mechanical hammer slammed into his back with five tons of force at a blistering 20 strikes per second, reddening and swelling his skin. His legs, locked in vice-like clamps, endured unrelenting compression, squeezing his muscles as if he were being forged into steel. Despite the torture, Noah's focus never wavered.
In front of him, an 18-ton weight loomed large. Noah gripped it with steady hands, lifting it repeatedly above his head as if it were a minor inconvenience. Sweat rolled down his chiseled physique, but his breathing remained steady.
This wasn't just a workout. It was an evolution.
Since his physique had reached a stat of 2.8, Noah found that his body no longer required isolated exercises. Any improvement in one area seemed to ripple across his entire system. It was as if his body had become a singular, hyper-efficient machine. His strength, endurance, and reflexes had skyrocketed to near-mythic levels.
He smirked at a fleeting thought. If Ancient China's Lao Ai could lift a carriage wheel with certain... unconventional methods, I'd probably give that record a run for its money. Maybe I should rebrand as the "human pile driver."
Nearby, Smith nervously monitored the control panel. The whirring machinery and flashing lights painted his face with a mix of awe and concern. His boss—no, his friend—was a mystery, a man who defied logic and broke the bounds of human capability.
"Smith," Noah called, his voice steady despite the punishing routine.
"Yes, Noah?" Smith responded, wiping sweat from his palms.
"How much do you value loyalty?" Noah asked, lowering the weight with a metallic clang.
Smith blinked. "I think... loyalty's one of the most important things in life."
"Good answer." Noah grinned. "Because I'm offering you a job. Twenty grand a month to work directly under me. You've proven yourself trustworthy, and I need people like you."
Smith's jaw dropped. "Twenty thousand... dollars a month?" he stammered.
"And that's just the start. You'll get raises, perks, and a proper future. So, what do you say?"
Smith hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I'm in."
"Good. Consider yourself hired. As for your current employer…" Noah's smirk widened. "I'll handle your contract. By tonight, you'll be free."
Smith didn't know how Noah could make such a bold promise, but there was an undeniable authority in his tone—a confidence that made anything seem possible.
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Far away, in a dimension beyond human comprehension, The Omniscient and Almighty Immortal paced furiously. His attention was locked on a single detail that sent waves of irritation through his ancient soul: the level indicator beside [Deep Blue]'s name in the chat group. It had risen to Level 2.
"How is this possible?" the Immortal muttered, his ethereal voice echoing through his void-like domain. "In less than a month? With just a basic technique? Even the most talented individuals in high-energy worlds take years to reach this level!"
He sifted through possibilities. The most logical explanation was that Noah's world wasn't ordinary—it was extraordinary, teeming with challenges and opportunities that allowed him to grow at an accelerated pace. Or perhaps Noah himself had an edge, some hidden system or cheat-like ability. Either way, it was infuriating.
"I can't let this continue," the Immortal growled. His fingers hovered over the chat group interface. "If he reaches Level 4 before I've gained access to his world, it'll be too late."
Determined, the Immortal clicked the Upgrade Group button. A cold, mechanical voice echoed in the minds of all group members.
[System Notification: Chat Group Upgraded to Level 2. Member limit expanded to 20.]
Across countless dimensions, chat group members perked up at the notification. In Hong Kong, Master Luo nearly spilled his tea. In another world, Kana Kimishima put down her blade, intrigued by the sudden development. Conversations reignited as the quiet group buzzed back to life.
[Kana Kimishima]: Finally, more members! It's been way too quiet here lately.
[Gentleman Sword]: Did anyone else notice? Deep Blue's already Level 2. That's insane!
[The Omniscient and Almighty Immortal]: (Ignoring Gentleman Sword's comment) Recruitment is handled by the group itself. I have no control over it.
The Immortal's frustration mounted as more attention shifted to Noah. He loathed seeing the name [Deep Blue] mentioned, each instance a reminder of his inability to suppress this rising star.
Back in the factory, Noah glanced at the notification on his interface. He smirked. The group's upgrade was expected, but the drama it caused was amusing. His eyes flicked to one particular name: [Crimson], whose title bore a bold Level 4.
"Administrator's alt account," Noah muttered to himself, tightening his fists. "Once I hit Level 4, you'll be the first on my list."
Satisfied, Noah returned to his workout, though his mind was already plotting his next steps. There were bigger challenges ahead—both in his world and beyond.
Meanwhile, the Immortal sifted through pending requests to join the group. Most were dismissed as unworthy: individuals from low-level worlds or those lacking potential. Yet his focus remained on Noah.
"If I can't suppress him directly, I'll need to prepare contingencies," the Immortal thought grimly. He began devising plans to counter Noah's rapid growth, unaware that the young man was already strategizing his own moves.
Unbeknownst to the Immortal, Noah wasn't even paying attention to the group's internal squabbles. His focus remained firmly on the real world—and the powerful figures he intended to dethrone.
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1 Chapter for today
I just realized that writing a Marvel fanfic is very hard. I have not even watched all the marvel movies and series like: Eternals, Echo, etc.
I am really lost on where to take this story. The original is just a normal Chinese cringe-fest fanfic. And I have been removing and fixing those up until now, but right now. I got no motivation.