Inside the sterile heart of the Hydra laboratory, the air was thick with tension. The operating room, an immaculate chamber filled with cutting-edge technology, pulsed with dim fluorescent lights that flickered ever so slightly. The rhythmic hum of machines accompanied the hushed whispers of scientists, their gloved hands working tirelessly on a gruesome, near-complete experiment lying motionless on the operating table.
The head scientist, a man of sharp intellect but twisted morality, adjusted his surgical gloves as he observed his team making final alterations. A grotesque, patchwork corpse was being meticulously stitched together, its flesh an unnatural fusion of different sources, held together with surgical precision and advanced bioengineering.
Beyond the table, three enormous cylindrical tanks lined the walls, each filled with a murky green fluid that cast an eerie glow across the room. Suspended within them were three failed prototypes—earlier versions of the scientist's dream.
The first was a hulking monstrosity, its muscles grotesquely oversized, the skin stretched unnaturally over its powerful frame. The second, in contrast, was lean and wiry, its limbs elongated and appearing almost insect-like, sculpted for speed rather than brute force. The third was the most peculiar—physically average, but with deep burn scars covering its eyes, as if something unnatural lay dormant behind them.
Yet the crown jewel of the lab's research sat within a reinforced glass case, safely locked away—a small test tube filled with a luminous blue liquid. This was Hydra's long-anticipated super-soldier serum, the pinnacle of their experiments, crafted through years of unethical human trials.
Suddenly—
KNOCK KNOCK
A frantic pounding on the glass wall of the lab shattered the tense silence.
The head scientist's brows furrowed in irritation as he turned to see his assistant, eyes wide with fear, slamming his fist against the glass repeatedly. The assistant's breath came in sharp gasps, his uniform stained with sweat, as he fumbled for the intercom to relay his urgent message.
"Sir, they're here! The facility is under attack! Two hostile groups have breached the perimeter! We can't hold them off much longer!"
The scientist exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening into a fist. He had foreseen many setbacks, but not one of this magnitude.
His gaze flickered between the trembling assistant and the nearly completed procedure before him. Time was running out.
With a decisive step, he strode over to a control panel in the corner of the lab, fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. His jaw clenched as he hesitated for only a fraction of a second before pressing a final sequence of buttons.
A deep mechanical rumbling echoed through the facility as the massive glass containment units began to move.
The three tanks, each housing a failed experiment, were being mechanically transported toward the glass walls that separated the operating room from the rest of the lab. A low hissing sound filled the room as pressurised seals disengaged, causing mist to rise as the green liquid inside rapidly drained.
The doors to the tanks slid open.
For a moment, there was nothing but eerie silence.
Then—
The bodies twitched.
Limbs jerked with unnatural spasms, their dead muscles reawakening. The hulking brute was the first to move. It took in a ragged, hollow breath, its massive chest rising as its eyelids fluttered open, revealing dull, lifeless eyes that locked onto the nearest movement. The lean figure followed, its movements quick and erratic, fingers twitching as its neck cracked grotesquely to one side. The final subject, its scarred face void of emotion, simply stood upright in eerie stillness, its scorched eye sockets fixed in the direction of unseen prey.
The assistant took a step back, horror painted across his features as the failed test subjects came to life.
BOOM!
A deafening crash reverberated through the facility as a massive entrance was blown apart. Debris and smoke filled the air as the walls buckled under the sheer force of the Tank's unstoppable charge.
"He's inside!" one of the players shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as all eyes locked onto the scientist behind the glass.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
A deep, guttural roar tore through the laboratory like the howl of a demon clawing its way out of hell. The players instinctively froze as the horrific, stitched-together abomination stood in front of them, its dead, hollow eyes locking onto the intruders.
Every muscle in its grotesquely oversized frame bulged unnaturally, veins pressing against its patchwork skin. The air around it felt heavier, suffocating—like the presence of something that shouldn't exist.
BARK! BARK! BARK!
A massive, wolf-like war-hound—the size of a car, with fur dark as the void itself—sprinted forward, its growls vibrating through the ground. The beast moved like a blur, its razor-sharp fangs bared, aiming to rip the grotesque creature apart before it could react.
"GUT HIM!" its master commanded, his ethereal black chains glowing ominously as he infused his summon with power. A thin black aura surged from the chains into the beast, amplifying its strength tenfold.
The monstrous corpse, however, remained eerily still, watching the approaching threat with an unsettling, detached emptiness.
Then, as the war-hound leapt—
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
The abomination let out another soul-piercing bellow before lunging forward with terrifying speed.
With inhuman strength, its massive hands clamped down onto the hound's jaws—one hand gripping the upper, the other the lower.
A heartbeat of stunned silence passed.
Then—
SLAM!
The ground shook violently as the brute smashed the enormous warhound into the floor, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the white tiles. The beast twitched in agony, whimpering as it thrashed in an attempt to break free.
"NO, RETREAT NOW!" its master roared, panic creeping into his voice. He pulled hard on the chains, trying to recall his summon before it was too late.
But the monster tightened its grip.
Straddling the war-hound's body, the abomination widened its stance, planting its grotesque feet firmly before pulling in opposite directions—
SNAP!
The horrifying sound of bones shattering filled the room as the war-hound's skull split in two.
"NO!" The summoner's voice cracked with disbelief. His war-hound—his greatest companion, his strongest summon, his pride and life investment—was gone in an instant.
The monster did not gloat, did not revel in its kill. It simply lowered its head and began eating the remains.
Biting deep into the lifeless war-hound's flesh, it ripped away chunks of meat, chewing with grotesque slowness, blood dribbling down its malformed chin.
"You fucking ugly bastard!"
BOOM!
The Tank charged forward, a behemoth of a man clad in thick, reinforced armor, wielding an enormous war-hammer pulsing with brown energy. He raised the hammer over his head before slamming it down with full force, aiming to shatter the abomination's skull into pieces.
CRACK!
The impact resounded like a thunderclap. The creature's head jerked violently from the blow, a visible dent forming in its thick skull.
For a split second, it looked like the attack had worked.
But then—
The abomination slowly turned its head back, its dull, empty eyes staring at the Tank with an almost childlike confusion—as though it didn't understand why it had just been hit.
Then, without warning—
BOOM!
A fist the size of a wrecking ball smashed into the Tank's shield with tremendous force.
"SHIELD WALL!" the Tank roared, his Spirit energy surging as a massive ethereal barrier—ten meters wide, reinforced by his will—manifested in front of him.
It wasn't enough.
The brute's single punch shattered the barrier like glass and sent the Tank hurtling through multiple walls, his body breaking through concrete like paper.
A sickening thud echoed as he crashed into the farthest wall, slumping motionless to the floor.
But the others had no time to worry.
They were too busy fighting for their own lives.
The second experiment—a thin, wiry creature with elongated limbs—moved with inhuman speed, flitting across the battlefield like a phantom.
The players tried to keep up, their eyes snapping in every direction as the creature darted between them, never staying in one place for more than a fraction of a second.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
One of the players—a swordsman—swung wildly at what he thought was an opening.
A sudden sharp pain shot through his arm.
He looked down—
His sword was on the ground, covered in blood.
His arm was still gripping it.
His severed limb lay motionless on the floor.
The player stared at the stump in horror, his mind barely registering what had just happened.
Then he heard a disgusting squelching sound.
Looking up, his blood ran cold.
The thin creature was grinning, holding his severed arm like a trophy—tossing it up and down, catching it mid-air before suddenly—
BITE.
It sank its teeth into the flesh, chewing with grotesque delight.
FWOOOOOM!
A fire mage unleashed a massive fireball, engulfing the creature's position in searing flames.
For a moment, they thought it was dead.
Then—
A shadow flickered on the ceiling.
Everyone snapped their heads up.
Hanging upside-down, its clawed foot embedded in the ceiling, the creature continued eating the severed arm, grinning like a lunatic.
The Geas user stood frozen, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his gaze fell upon the charred corpses of his four slaves. Just moments ago, they had stood beside him—loyal, obedient, unwavering. Now, their once seductive, alluring bodies had been reduced to little more than blackened husks, twisted in agony, smoke still rising from their remains.
A sickening wave of dread crawled up his spine.
Slowly, he lifted his trembling gaze toward the third experiment.
It stood motionless, an eerie, expressionless figure, watching him with a gaze devoid of all emotion. It did not revel in its kill, did not gloat over its destruction—it simply existed, empty yet terrifying.
Then, its scarred, burned eyes began to glow.
A deep, unnatural red light flickered to life, intensifying with every passing second. At first, the Geas user felt an odd sense of familiarity—his own eyes glowed red when he invoked his power.
But this…
This was something far worse.
This red was not the commanding, force of domination he wielded.
It was pure annihilation.
A power not meant to control—but to destroy.
His survival instincts screamed at him to run, but his pride as a man who bent wills with a mere whisper urged him to try one last time.
His voice rang out in a desperate, commanding shout of defiance—
"KILL the other subjects and then KILL YOURSELF!"
For a brief moment, silence stretched between them.
Then—
FWOOOOOM!
A searing beam of red energy exploded from the experiment's eyes, carving through the air at an impossible speed, blazing directly toward the Geas user's skull.
His eyes widened, his body tensed—death was a breath away.
But at the very last second—
The experiment tilted its head ever so slightly.
The laser veered off-course by a short distance.
THUD.
Pain. Agonising, soul-crushing pain.
The Geas user staggered backward, his vision swimming as he felt something… missing.
His head snapped downward—
His arm was gone.
Everything below the elbow had been burned away.
The remaining stump smouldered, the raw flesh blackened and charred, sending waves of excruciating agony coursing through his body.
His mouth opened in a silent scream, but the pain was so intense that the sound refused to come out.
Shaking, he turned his head ever so slightly, his blurred vision following the destructive path of the laser.
Behind him, the wall of the corridor had been sliced open by the beam's sheer power—a massive, smouldering tear now marked its surface, the concrete sizzling as if it had been cut by the very fires of hell.
Beyond the glass walls of the laboratory, the head scientist would glance back at the carnage from moment to moment while still focusing on the operation.
His lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
"They should hold them off for long enough," he murmured to himself, not sparing the suffering players even a glance.
Instead, his cold, calculating eyes turned toward the operation table before him.
Lying there, motionless, was his greatest creation.
The true ultimate human.
And soon…
It would wake.
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