2025-10-29 16:32:18Tap tap!
A series of foot steps echoed through the silent passage, the hard boot clicking against the concrete floor with a deadly rhythm. The figure.....in black pants covering his legs to his red inner wear and brown jacket bottomed up. He wore a black face cap coupled with a purple nose mask....a ghost symbol stitched on the mask....a logo. He was clunching a long dark red wooden case over a meter long, thick with a military backpack slung over his shoulder. Splat splat! He trudged on stepping into the wet puddles soiling his boot. Cold seeping in....uncaring, his cold eyes focused as he walked, the dimly lit corridor gave his vistage an eerie feel to it. He continued, climbing a flight of stairs..... Walk- stairs Walk- stairs. Like he was going from floor to floor ascending to the rooftop, indeed he was. He reached the top as he came face to face with the double metal door locks...made up of thick chains and heavy duty padlock giving off durability. A bit rusted on the surface but it stood firm. He placed the wooden box on the floor softly and he searched his backpack for the safety case bearing the devil axe. A black axe.....sharp that could cut through wood like paper. His Japanese bladesmith of a grandfather, has passed it to him on his death bed. A bit of emotion flashed through his eyes and disappeared as quickly as it came his gaze reinforced with even more coldness, the Wind rattling the metal gates held together by the thick chains bang! bang! sending sounds of clanking metals down the stairs Unlocking the box, the blade came in view: a silver blade, about a finger thick at the head and thinner then a strand of hair at the tip mounted on an S shaped dragon styled handle. Plucking it out, he left the box.....falling to the ground with a bam! Followed by a swift Shing! The blade struck the thick chains with precision.... ruthlessly, his gout muscles tout with strength Shing! Bang! He struck again....harder This time, chains banging again the doors giving of a dim metallic bang echoing down the dim stairs behind him. A deep notch about two-thirds deep appears on the metal chains. Lips forming a dark smile, he struck again...for the last time. Bang! Cling-clang! As the chains broke loose...clanging falling to the ground with a heavy thud. Ha! Exhaling, he spared the axe a glance before trowing it aimlessly to the side.....bam! Grabbing the box and shoulder then back pack he struck the gate open with a kick a dull metallic ring tromming out. The gates flung open, the rooftop coming in view! The wind hallowed and boomed loudly like roaring thunder his cloths fluttering wildly in the wind. He moved forward his steps echoes drowned out by the angry mighty wind. He reached the edge, his foot a few inches from the tippy top. Gazing down, he was at least 60 stories off the ground.....the visual effect from such a height would scare an average person or worse give birth to nightmares and trauma.....but to our man right here, a hint of emotion appeared again a bit firmer this time. He appeared to be struggling with emotion. His mind a battlefield of choice.....eyes taking a redder shade to it, but eventually it appeared the black side won....the white side..... innocence- snuffed out. Taking two steps back he dropped the box and his bag. Unlocking the bolt on the box Squeak! It opened with a squeaky wooden sound as the content came into view-a sniper!.....dismantled. Removing the main part, he professionally assembled the whole body with systemic accuracy that can only be gained from experience....seems our man had a story to tell (Chuckle, everyone has a story to tell. Even you....yes you!) Pulling out various items as they thud firmly against the concrete roof top: various attachments for his sniper, his googles, pen and a note. He layed down on the cold hard roof, lining up his head with the scope... adjusting the lens to preference.... Scribble scribble! With his right hand, he jottted down a series of number on a table drawn before hand, he appeared to be calculating the wind speed and direction. (It appears our ice man has an aim...and for what that is, let's find out!) ----------------------- A couple of hundred meters...maybe a thousand, far way from our iceman position, a huge tall building stood...it's giant silver metallic frame gleamed from the setting sun....taking a reddish yellow hue. Below on the ground floor, people shuffled and scrambled about a podium a bit off the ground. Various dignitaries sat on the chair below talking in hushed whispers and the journalist, or what I call "wild rats!" Lingered a bit farther behind the seat.....limited to a yellow tap. Their cameras flashing with blinding light that could make an average person faint from dizzyness. Seconds turned into minutes into tens of minutes about reaching the hourly mark. The brightness of the sun disappearing gradually being replaced by the cool evening. The suited dignitaries already irritated and anxious from the long wait. The wild rat were visible impatient eye trained to the tinted entrance of the very building they were against (It appeared something was about to go down..... what's it?(^^)) Finally, the entrance swung opened as a stream of suited personnel's who appeared to be company executive and management flanked by guards at all sides. A old balm man in white suit, stood out from the rest at the front protected by two huge fleshy giants wearing glasses They ascended the podium with the balm man probably the head or CEO taking the lead while the rest arranged themselves behind him Approaching the mic on the stand bearing a logo at the front, the seated dignitaries stood up in unition and jammed their hand together. Their clapping resounding before it dead down after some seconds Smiling, out balm man here opened his mouth to speak, when..... Bang!
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ch 13 Unexpected guest
Tap tap tap! The lab brightened up sequentially as the steps of Rex shoes against the metallic lab floor Echoed. Various machineries and electronic screens flickered to life with a low hum. Rex's face was clearly lined with irritation, brows scrunched up, lips pressed into a line. Brown eyes behind the red less glasses held bubbling fury. He had barely slept when this 'bitch' woke him up from his dream land. In front of him on a white metallic chair that could also suffice as a surgical chair bearing multiple mechanical arms attached behind the rest. A pretty figure-all blood, beaten and battered with cuts lining her Spandex suit that hugged her seductive curves that failed to trigger Rex, but anger him even more. Too him, someone this beautiful without any artificial modifications -all natural. Had to be from a huge force or family and coupled with there sorry state, if wasn't hard to connect the dots. Yes,
ch 11: Man in machine
[Cyberpsycho- Emotionally unstable individuals driven into insanity due to overuse and over-augmentation of cybernetic implants leading to occasional and uncontrollable violently outburst, they are major threats to the society and can't identify between friend or foe ove in their erratic state.] --------------------- A silent and soft hum of machinery rang through the lab, various holographic projection lined the wall siting weapons, 3D cybernetic contructs..... A huge Cybernetic body resembling an arm laid on a low silver platform, close by other platforms held other rough Cybernetic components. It appeared that the parts came from a single object. Rex stood side, a glass tablet with metal around the edges in his hand, swiping through rough outlines of the part before him. Those parts came from Mad kong, he separated the implants usable by him while getting rid of fleshy body parts. The constant humm echoed in the background as Rex eyes trained on the tablet swiped stopping on
ch 10: Cyberpsycho
Yum yumIn a complete metallic kitchen, the sound of loud chewing rang out with the culprit delicious moans filling the area. Anybody who didn't know better would think of something....nasty and disturbing.With his newly earned cred, Rex visited some cyberware stores and arm stores quickly splurging 100k cred spending another 50k on the system shop.He couldn't buy any life orgasm( don't ask he doesn't know why). On the white plate, was a combo of grilled magic beast meat, fried rice with beans on the side, and some other condiments.With every bite the magic energy flowed through his body, improving his physical qualities and genetics pushing him up the power scale. The meat was of a tier 3 beast given by the system as a starter pack.A cylindrical shaped multi- purpose druid hovered at the side on standby mode, quickly clearing his plate downing it with a bottle of fruit juice mixed with tier-0 purple fruit. He had tried the original k-cola that tasted like sugarcoated black colora
ch 9: Fear and danger!
The conversation flowed with Kong coughing under his helmet from time to time, injuries visibly. [Sir I suggest you take action soon the energy has surpassed level 3 and reaching peak level four enough to kill you even with just a slight shockwave Suggested auction: you can...] " It's fine Jax , I have a plan" he relayed his plan as he stepped forward " Kong you are going to die soon, let me do the honors" "Kekeke little kid you shouldn't have come here today, maybe stayed back to Mama's milk" "Maybe.....but I was a bit short on cash, and your bounty was enticing" With every step Rex moved further and further heart pounding in his chest, this was a dangerous situation but for the sake of everything, he had to risk it all. About 200 meters to Mad king, he suddenly turned retreating every step taking him ten meters back boots glowing with purple energy- outer shell jolting here and there unstable. This was the last ditch effort. "Kekeke to late kid" Kong roared wickedly as the
ch 8: Dark pulse
Few minutes back The warehouse was peaceful except for some rats scruing around some garbage in the corner. Mad kong sat on a concrete block, he was about 2.5 meters tall enough for his backward joint to be stretched out. It appeared to be like he was in a deep hazy dream as his yellow visors dimed head lowered- slow sounds breath released to show that he was still alive. Suddenly his visor lit up with blinding light as it whipped up meeting with a small circular cylinder falling from above. His danger sense bleared- that thing was destructive He quickly entered battle mode standing upright metallic parts shifting forming into a crest shaped shield he aimed to the sky meeting the object BOOOOOOOOOM! His form sank joint meeting the floor as the entire suit quaked violently shield hollowed in from the blast, lightning sparked over this form with purple glow aggravating his injuries dropping his battle prowess to almost zero. The purple sparks attacked his neural port and interfac
ch 7: Angry kong
ZzzzzzzA small drone spider shaped but its tiny metallic leags inverted spun slowly the tiny red eye shifted here and there as it flew into the warehouse. Going past some rock and damaged concrete, the insides came into view: scattered mechanical parts here and there discarded, garbage filled a part crawling with rodents.At the back in an open space sat a tall figure on a broken concrete slab, huge gorilla like Cybernetics arms pulsed with bright red lights intermittently, metallic legs like thst of a rabbit- the knee joint bent towards the back gleamed in the moon light from the broken warehouse ceiling.This was Mad kong a miracle of bionic and cybernetic implants. He wore a gorillas head shaped helmet covering his head attached to his thick suit, a hollow hole on the topmost part of the helmet loomed dangerously.A thousand meters out, Rex crunched low his shadow coat activated turning him invisible only the circular visor of his helmet google left out, the red light blinking. Hi
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