From his experience, there had to be an underground floor accessible only by the elevator—one that required specific codes to activate. That must be where their mission lay.Since there were no signs of destruction on the ground floor, it meant another hidden structure existed below. And within that underground facility, their objective awaited.As soon as he came to this conclusion, a surge of memories flashed through his mind. They didn’t belong to him but to the original Maverick.Before the world fell into a post-apocalyptic state, there had been rumors that this tech company was secretly developing its own nano cells. Such research was strictly forbidden by the U.S. government. When the authorities caught wind of it, they confronted the organization. But the corporation immediately denied any involvement. Not long after, the government issued a statement declaring that no evidence of illegal activity had been found. And just like that, the story faded into obscurity.But judging

Using this opportunity, Maverick leaped into the tunnel, plummeting at high speed before landing firmly on the elevator with a loud bam!Scanning his surroundings, he spotted four lifeless bodies sprawled across the floor, a few of them still twitching from reflex.Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Retracting the pistol, Maverick holstered it at his waist and strode past the corpses. Bullet holes adorned their foreheads, a testament to his precise aiming as he leaped down from the elevator.He wasn’t the type to leave loose ends. Letting them transform into zombies and ambush him later would be a grave mistake. Moreover, there was always the chance that someone, among them, must be playing dead and waiting for him to turn his back before striking. Ensuring they were truly dead was the only option.The tunnel he stood in was illuminated, indicating a separate power source independent of the one used by the company above.Before him loomed a massive black metal door—resembling a vault—thick and s

Time seemed to slow as the mercenaries’ attacks closed in, their blows just inches from Maverick’s body. The instant a fist crashed against his head, he smirked—his Armor Skin hardened on impact. But he didn’t resist. He let the force lift his head and send him flying. The bullet that had been aimed at him whizzed past his right ear, missing him by a hair. He had transferred the punch’s momentum through his body—then he struck back.Bang!He was airborne, twisting his waist as his leg snapped forward like a whip.Bang! Bang!Two mercenaries took the brunt of his kicks, their chests caving in from the impact. At the same time, he narrowly dodged a bat meant to crack his skull and a blade that had been inches from carving his gut. The force of his own strikes flung him backward—toward the bastard with the gun.His back turned into a weapon as he slammed into the gunman, crushing him against the elevator doors. Killer Shot, caught off guard, tumbled into the open shaft, his scream echoin

The thick smoke curled from the vault door as the massive figure stepped forward, his silhouette a wall of raw power. Boots heavy, movements deliberate. The air around him shifted, as if the weight of his presence bent reality itself.(Author's Note: He doesn't have reality bending might. It's just how strong his aura is. Using the word aura is too generic so I want to try another word.)Captain Dorian Kaine emerged.The light overhead flickered, casting shadows across his scarred face. His eyes, dark and unwavering, locked onto the man sitting in the center of the room. Still. Unshaken. Waiting.Maverick.Dorian had seen many killers in his life. But this one… this one was different. He wasn’t just a soldier. He wasn’t just a trained assassin.He was a beast.Not a wild, raging animal, but a perfectly controlled predator. One that knew exactly when to strike, when to wait, when to kill.Maverick sat there, his breathing unnaturally calm, his blue eyes cold and unreadable. He didn’t

Technically, for the Captain to be able to ignite fire using his hands or body is something no one will ever believe in the past era, after all, humans, infact, living things weren't engineered to do such thing but here he is with fire burning from his arms and legs. For such a thing to happen, it begins with a shift deep within his cellular structure, a silent, invisible transformation. His body had developed an extraordinary ability to absorb and harness radiation—particularly, high-frequency electromagnetic radiation, like gamma rays the moment he absorbed a certain fire related beast core. This wasn't just a fluke mutation; it was the result of an intricate biological adaptation. The cells, rather than breaking down under the stress of radiation exposure, began to store the energy in a specialized organelle, a modified version of mitochondria that was now a fusion of bio-organic material and quantum-activated nanomatter, main reason he doesn't care about wearing mask. As these