The old man's son nodded emphatically and said with growing confidence, "Well, yeah, this red barrier is definitely going to be enough protection, and I absolutely don't want to even be in the way when Zero unleashes hell. I don't want to literally be anywhere near the path of destruction when this attack comes."He settled back within his protective cocoon, watching the impending catastrophe with a mixture of anticipation and dread.At that moment, Zero's transformation reached its terrifying climax. He started pounding heavily on his chest with both fists, the impacts creating deep, resonating sounds like war drums echoing across the abandoned tennis court. Each strike seemed to amplify the red energy radiating from his body, making the glow brighter, more intense, more dangerous.Zero started breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with tremendous effort as he channeled unimaginable amounts of power through his transformed body. The air around him shimmered and distorted fr

At that moment, recognizing the absolute peril he was in, recognizing that his life hung by the thinnest of threads, the old man's son immediately dropped down onto his knees before Jason. His legs simply gave out beneath him, whether from terror or pragmatic submission, and he collapsed into a posture of complete supplication.His hands came together in a pleading gesture as he looked up at Jason with desperate, terrified eyes. Words began pouring from his mouth in a frantic rush, tumbling over each other in his urgency to convince Jason to spare his life."I am very, very sorry!" he began, his voice high and trembling with genuine fear. "Please, you have to believe me when I say that I am truly, deeply sorry for everything that has happened here tonight!"His head bowed lower, almost touching the ground in the depth of his prostration."I didn't know what literally came over me," he continued, his words coming faster now, desperate to fill the silence with apologies and promises. "S

At that moment, that was when the most extraordinary and terrifying transformation began to unfold before Jason's eyes. The old man's son's body started undergoing a dramatic metamorphosis that defied all natural law and biological possibility.His hands, which had been clawing desperately at Jason's grip just moments before, suddenly began expanding at an alarming rate. His fingers stretched and thickened, growing from normal human proportions to something much more massive and powerful. The skin on his hands darkened and roughened, taking on a leathery, almost reptilian texture.Then his entire body immediately began to grow, expanding outward and upward like a balloon being rapidly inflated. But this wasn't a random or chaotic expansion—it was purposeful, controlled, transforming him into something that resembled a massive orc from ancient legends and nightmares.His torso broadened dramatically, muscles bulging and rippling as they increased in size and density. His chest expanded

At that moment, as pain wracked his transformed body and blood continued to flow from his mouth, the old man's son's mind began racing with desperate, angry thoughts that he couldn't contain. He literally started saying to himself with barely suppressed fury and growing panic:"Who the hell is this guy?" The question echoed through his mind as he struggled to process what was happening to him. "Who the hell is this absolute bastard that appeared from nowhere?"His thoughts became more frantic, more disbelieving as the reality of his situation sank in."How dare he just do this to me?" he raged internally, his pride wounded perhaps even more severely than his body. "How is this even possible? How can someone just appear and destroy me like this?"The humiliation of it was almost unbearable, adding psychological torment to his physical agony."And he even defeated me, completely dominated me in my strongest form," he thought with growing horror and incomprehension. "This transformation

At that moment, as Jason approached the imposing estate in the stolen vehicle, the security guards positioned at the massive ornate gates immediately noticed the approaching car. Their trained eyes instantly recognized the distinctive black SUV, and they knew without any doubt that it was the vehicle that belonged to their young master.The guards straightened to attention, their postures becoming more respectful and deferential as they prepared to welcome back the son of their organization's leader. In their minds, this was a routine return from a successful operation—the young master coming home after handling whatever business had required his personal attention.So without any hesitation whatsoever, following their standard protocol for the young master's arrivals, they moved quickly to allow the vehicle immediate entry into the estate grounds. The massive gates began their slow, mechanical opening process, the heavy iron structure separating to create a passage wide enough for th