Chapter 5: First Blood
Vought Manor.
With over 2,000 square meters of land, Kyle had no plans to abandon the estate. Renovations were already underway—albeit slower than he liked.
This would be his vault, the secured heart of future operations. It would store everything from cutting-edge bio-serums to reality-bending tech pulled from the system itself.
The first major project?
A top-tier Human Enhancement Serum—designed to open the doors to military contracts and black-budget defence deals.
But that was still a plan in motion.
Right now, Kyle was… broke.
As he returned to the manor, he found someone already training hard in the courtyard.
"Back already?" Kyle blinked. "Weren't you supposed to be testing your new suit?"
Valen—now a supersoldier—was drenched in sweat, shirtless and shadowboxing beneath the moonlight.
"The tech boys shoved the box into my arms and kicked me out," Valen replied with a smirk. "Didn't even explain the damn thing. Thought we could check it out together."
Kyle grinned. "Let's see if it's worth the budget cuts."
They entered the manor's great hall.
On the center table sat a sleek silver case.
Valen pressed his thumb to the biometric lock. Click. The lid hissed open.
Kyle leaned over the case... and frowned.
"Seriously? This looks like something the Hulk would wear."
Inside was a pure-black combat suit, lined with light-absorbing material for stealth. Scarlet lines extended from the left shoulder, forming the code '087' across the back and right shoulder.
Efficient. Practical. But—style?
Nonexistent.
Valen picked it up like a prized artifact. "Stealth fabric. Bullet-resistant. Works perfectly at night."
He was practically glowing.
Kyle sighed. "It's a bit… plain. But fine."
With the suit review done, Kyle got curious.
"So, how'd it feel… the implant? Painful? Agonizing?"
Kyle still hadn't undergone implantation himself—being a regular human gnawed at his pride. But he wasn't about to risk dying before the empire was built.
"Pain? No. It felt… like falling asleep after a week without rest."
Valen's eyes narrowed as he recalled the memory. "I started drifting… but remembered your instructions. So, I broke my own arm in the dream—snapped it and forced my consciousness to stay awake."
Kyle's eyes widened.
"You what?"
Valen gave a wry chuckle. "Don't worry. That was all in the mind. The pain helped me push through whatever that place was. Where the implant really takes hold."
Kyle sat quietly for a moment.
Nope. Screw that.
He made a mental note: never implant Type-7 into himself.
Let the system give him gear, weapons, and tools. He didn't need to risk death for superpowers.
He cleared his throat. "Right. You've got a mission tonight. Weapons are prepped. All Stark Industries' finest—top-of-the-line gear."
Tony Stark hadn't vanished in Afghanistan yet.
Right now, he was still king of the weapons industry, and Kyle made sure to grab the best before the market shifted.
An arsenal of light assault weapons, enhanced ammo, and tactical explosives. Enough firepower to wage a small war.
9:00 PM. New York City.
The city's darker side began to slither out of its alleyways.
Two crime syndicates were preparing for a DP trade at the harbor. Kyle's first real test of Valen's capabilities.
Kyle stood beside him, adjusting a shoulder cam.
"Camera's live. Let's give the world a preview of what my new ace can do."
Valen towered over him now—six-foot-three and armored up.
He looked like something out of a tech-noir fantasy. Sleek, deadly, unstoppable.
Strapped to his back were two rifles, pistols secured to both thighs, twin short-blades sheathed at his calves.
His visor was custom—night vision, infrared, HUD, encrypted comms.
Everything he needed to operate in the shadows.
"Tonight's your show," Kyle said, patting his upper arm (his shoulders were too high to reach). "No limits. Let them know who we are."
Valen gave a rare, wolfish smile. "Yes, sir. Time to make them believe in monsters."
He disappeared into the garage and climbed into Kyle's only remaining vehicle—a ten-grand beater that looked hilariously out of place next to Valen's war-ready gear.
Kyle returned to the command centre and opened his laptop.
The live feed blinked to life.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the screen.
"Showtime."
(End of Chapter 5)
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