Rex Viper opened the bronze gift pack first, his attention flicking over the system notifications as the cavern still trembled around him. The reward list appeared immediately.
[Congratulations. Reward received: Wilderness Survival Mastery. Free Attribute Points: 14.]
At the same time, the system confirmed the bonus from his hundred-kill streak. That alone dumped another 100 attribute points into his reserves, bringing the total to 114. Even in the middle of the Hand's hidden stronghold, with dragon bones at his feet and fresh corpses cooling nearby, the reward was enough to make his mood lift.
Then he opened the silver gift pack.
[Congratulations. Reward received: Breath Concealment Technique.]
Rex read the description and understood the value right away. The technique could suppress his heartbeat, body temperature, and portions of his physical presence, making him far harder to detect through ordinary senses or enhanced tracking abilities. It wasn't flashy, but in a world packed with monsters, assassins, spies, and sensory freaks, that kind of skill was priceless. He clicked his tongue lightly. If it could evolve all the way into some ridiculous danger-sensing ability that let him dodge attacks before they landed, it would be even better.
Finally, he opened the gold-tier reward.
[Congratulations. Reward received: Soul Defense.]
Rex's brows lifted. That was unexpected, but the more he thought about it, the more useful it became. In a place like Marvel's world, brute strength alone was never enough. Telepaths, soul manipulators, mystics, and lunatics with weird mind-breaking powers showed up everywhere. This reward might not directly boost his offensive power, but it plugged a weakness that could have gotten him killed the moment he ran into the wrong bald psychic freak or some occult monster.
He was still considering how to distribute the remaining 114 attribute points when the ground behind him shuddered again, harder this time. Dust sifted from above, and the enormous underground chamber gave a low, groaning rumble that sounded like the city itself was grinding its teeth. The vibration was no longer subtle. Even the dragon bones seemed to hum with the strain.
Alexandra, still under control and thinking faster than before, spoke at once. "Once the power inside the dragon bones is drained, the surrounding geological structure will change violently. Manhattan will most likely suffer a major earthquake."
Rex paused for only a split second. Then his eyes narrowed, and he snapped, "Move. We're leaving."
Far from the Midtown Financial Building, on top of a nearby high-rise with a clear line of sight to the battlefield below, Nick Fury had already established a temporary command center. From that vantage point, he could monitor the square where the transformed Daredevil was still fighting. It was the one piece of order he had left in a night that kept getting worse.
On every screen, the same ugly truth played out. Daredevil had the absolute upper hand.
Wrapped in seething black energy, he looked less like a man and more like a living curse. His strength had gone up. His speed had gone up. Even his already terrifying radar sense had clearly evolved, allowing him to read movements before they fully happened. He slipped through attacks like he could see the future, casually evading close-quarters strikes and long-range shots alike.
Black Widow and the others were still fighting, but the balance had been completely overturned. If the hidden snipers hadn't been pinning Daredevil down whenever he got too aggressive, the people in the square would have been dead already. Fury knew that. The team on the ground knew that too.
He had already contacted the state government. The National Guard was on the way with armor and heavy support. He had also authorized the movement of several classified weapons systems that were never meant to be revealed in public. Reinforcements were coming. They had to come. That was the only reason he could force himself to stay seated and keep his hands steady around a cup of coffee.
Still, as he watched Wade get thrown across the square again on the monitor, his expression darkened.
Something felt wrong.
This demonized Daredevil was terrifying, but not terrifying enough. Fury couldn't shake the feeling that the thing in the square was holding something back, or worse, distracting them while another part of the real plan unfolded somewhere else. He hated instincts he couldn't verify, but they had kept him alive too many years to ignore.
He shoved the thought down. Right now, everything had to go into killing Daredevil. If there was another layer to the plan, the truth would surface soon enough.
His attention stayed fixed on the battle, which was why he didn't notice the first ripple in the coffee sitting on his desk.
A second later, the monitors trembled. The floor shifted faintly beneath his boots. Fury's eyes snapped away from the screens.
"Oh, hell."
His expression hardened as he turned toward Maria Hill. "Did you feel that?"
A trace of disbelief crossed Hill's face. "Was that... an earthquake?"
The instant the words registered, Fury exploded. "What the hell is an earthquake doing in New York right now? Is it minor or catastrophic?"
Hill was already moving. "I'm contacting the U.S. Geological Survey."
But the shaking intensified before she could finish. It rolled through the building in waves, stronger and stronger, until everyone in the command center could feel the structure swaying under them. Equipment rattled. Ceiling fixtures quivered. One of the screens flickered as the entire room shifted to one side.
Then the Geological Survey response came back.
Everything was normal.
For one terrible second, Fury just stared. He wanted to reach through the radio and strangle someone. The building beneath him was visibly shaking, and they were reporting normal conditions. Useless idiots. Worms. He didn't have time to scream at them, so he did the only thing he could.
"Evacuate the building," he barked. "Everyone out. Now."
That alone would have been bad enough, but the real disaster hit immediately afterward. The tremors disrupted the sniper teams first, throwing off their aim and ruining the only reliable pressure they had on Daredevil. The roads were beginning to fail as well, which meant the National Guard and the heavy equipment Fury had mobilized might never reach the square in time.
He was still processing that when Hill turned toward him again, her expression even worse than before.
"Director," she said tightly, "multiple internal clashes have broken out among agents and police officers on the first and second defensive lines."
Fury's stomach dropped.
There it was. The thing he had been worried about but couldn't prove. He sucked in a breath and forced himself to stay calm. "Explain."
Hill spoke quickly, but there was a stiffness to her voice now. "We've identified more than a dozen similar incidents across the surrounding blocks. They're not connected by command structure, and they're not reacting to the same threat. It's like some kind of invisible corruptive force is spreading outward. Based on field reports, Agent May, Ward, Rumlow, and others near the Avengers—"
She stopped abruptly and pressed a hand to the earpiece in her right ear. The color drained from her face.
Fury's pulse kicked hard. "What now?"
Hill swallowed. "Barton just broke from formation and rushed the first defensive line. He's shooting into the police position. Seven or eight officers are already down."
"Damn it!"
This time Fury felt dizzy even without the building moving. He had enemies in front of him, corruption spreading through his people, the battlefield collapsing, and now Hawkeye was murdering friendlies. For one savage, desperate instant, only one thought crossed his mind.
Where was his pager? He needed to call in someone bigger.
Back in the seventh-floor conference room of the Financial Building, the Snakeroot Priests had all gone silent forever. The men who had gathered there whispering about their future rule over the world now lay dead on the floor in awkward, pathetic heaps. None of them had even made it out of the room alive.
Kingpin didn't spare them a second glance.
He bent down calmly and picked up the red ghost mask from the floor as if he were retrieving an item someone had accidentally dropped. The sight of the dead priests only made him sneer. Rule the world? Those old fools had drowned in their own fantasies. They weren't fit to run a street corner, much less an empire.
Beside him, Chiriqui grinned, unable to hide his satisfaction. "I poured them a celebratory drink, and they actually drank it. Every single one of them. They really were that stupid."
Kingpin gave a low laugh, then sighed in a way that almost sounded sincere.
Chiriqui blinked. "Boss... what's wrong?"
Kingpin turned the red ghost mask over in his hands, studying it with narrowed eyes. "Life would be much easier if all my enemies were this incompetent."
Chiriqui forced a smile, though privately he knew better than to hope for that kind of luck. Men like Kingpin didn't survive by being optimistic. They survived by assuming the next threat would be worse than the last one.
Kingpin lifted the mask slightly. "So as long as I wear this, I can control Daredevil?"
"Yes, boss," Chiriqui said at once.
Kingpin brought the mask up, then stopped halfway. A half-smile tugged at his mouth, but there was no warmth in it. "You're not lying to me, are you?"
Chiriqui stiffened. "Of course not, boss."
Kingpin stared at him for several seconds before nodding once. "Good."
Then he put the mask on.
At first, nothing happened.
Both men relaxed slightly. But the next moment, thick black demonic energy burst out of the mask and plunged into Kingpin's body. It moved under his skin like living snakes, slithering through flesh and muscle in violent waves. The pain was immediate.
A low, guttural sound tore out of him. His massive body dropped to one knee and trembled under the strain. Chiriqui's eyes widened in panic as he took a half-step back. This wasn't what he had expected. This wasn't what he had been told would happen.
Dark ink spread across Kingpin's eyes.
Then, just as suddenly, the struggle stopped.
He rose to his feet with a calm, unreadable expression.
"Boss?" Chiriqui asked carefully. "Are you all right?"
Kingpin raised one finger to his lips. "Shh."
Then he punched.
Chiriqui's head burst apart instantly, and the rest of his body collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. Kingpin slowly looked down at the corpse and spoke with quiet disgust.
"Idiot. You forgot to mention how much putting on the mask would hurt."
The building around him was already shaking harder now, tables and chairs grinding against the floor with shrill scraping noises. Kingpin wiped the blood and brain matter from his hand with deliberate slowness, almost absently. Then the distant sounds reached him.
Gunfire.
Explosions.
Screams.
Something bigger than panic was spreading outside.
Under the night sky, sparks and flames were beginning to bloom outward from the Financial Building like a disease radiating from a wound. If one listened closely enough, the sounds carried clearly on the wind—cursing, roaring, crying, groaning. Violence was rippling through the city block by block.
A strange, twisted smile spread across Kingpin's face.
"Haha... great Beast, your power has finally arrived. We are about to rule the world!"
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