Ikol

After securing the consignment or more like, after stealing the consignment. Arthur made his way out of the warehouse and return back to his workshop to rest, as he felt exhausted after having to deal with the bots and the guardsmen.

He walked along the sidewalks while keeping his palms warm by lodging them in his outfit's pockets, soon he reached near an all-metal sophisticated, yet dirty door cramped between two worn-out residential building that seemed abandoned, as soon he neared the door it automatically slid open upwards in a welcoming manner.

Arthur walked in while stifling a yawn as a wonderful view of the marvelous high-rise building's exploding with radiant colored lights and advertisement holographic images lit up the whole, surprisingly spacious room of all white through a sturdy wall-sized glass.

among the four walls that came to comprise this particular room, one of the wall was wholly made of a glass material that showcased the exterior without any restraint whatsoever while also displaying information of various types by the corner of the glass surface, one particular large article displayed on it in an aesthetic tone is day, date, and time. The glass wall seemed sturdy and well-sealed leaving no chance of even a stray breeze entering this space.

Arthur's workshop unlike the shabby impression it gave from the exterior was truly extra-ordinary on the inside following a minimalistic sense, a sophisticated large bed at the corner of the room on the pristine white, clean floor.

There was a terrifying beast-like Black-motorcycle with its silvery steel components running along with the flow with the sleekness of the design aesthetic of the motorcycle there were sharp strips of electric blue patterns contrasting on its abyss black chassis, with some of the components and tools lying around it seemingly in progress it was parked in the other corner of the room which had a separate rugged flooring underneath it, in-purpose of handling heavy and dirty substance on it.

Other than that, there was a black L- shaped couch at the center of the room facing in direction of the glass wall with a rectangular black tinted glass table placed in front of the couch.

Arthur removed his loose-Black hooded outfit to reveal a black skin-tight combat suit inside that ran along all the way from his torse to the ankle. Three were two other doors in the room and he entered one of them and came back dressed in the dark blue- short-sleeved outfit as he jumped across his couch and landed straight onto his bed and positioned himself properly and right when he was about to close his eyes,

"Tch" he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he opened his silvery eyes, and they now radiated a subtle neon blue color. As he heard Thatcher's loud voice "Hello there Arthur, just called to letting you know that I dropped the consignment on your workshops inventory floor 11 and I'm pretty confident there aren't any scratches on it."

"Is that right? Good work then, anything else? If not, I'm going to sleep."

"Y-yeah! One more thing! Any major plans for the new year? It's almost 12" Thatcher asked in an excited tone.

"Sleeping was the plan" Arthur replied curtly and ended the call, as he closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

Meanwhile somewhere else

2183, December 31, Time 11:50 Pm

A middle-aged man with short raven black hair woke up from his slumber and adjusted his posture to sit straight while placing his feet down the floor.

He closed his eyes as if in deep thought as he opened them again to reveal his powerful crimson red eyes, they exhibited a particularly fascinating phenomenon as his eyes seemed as if they were constantly dilating and then returning to normalcy. His facial features were sharp and fierce, his countenance held as if he was a battle-hardened general, his skin tone pale.

Just then a delicate feminine voice resounded from behind him "Master Ikol, you are awake. Shall I announce to them you'll attending your Birthday party?"

"Nope, let's not do that shall we, it's discomforting to see those conniving bastards act nice to me; besides, I have major plans for this day".

"It's a special day that shouldn't be wasted on the likes of trivial matters like attending a charade. Fucking bugs circling around, to keep me in check and restrain me through diplomacy.

I shouldn't be bothered by trivialities like this from this day forward, Today I'll stir the whole world, rip classes, create heroes.... and Haha villains too.

I might very well bring anarchy upon the already crazed world that is walking towards destruction, well... I'm sure everyone will understand that everything comes with the price, I'm sure they'll eventually get their act together or at very least die trying

hope they'll be appreciative of this opportunity I'm providing them with...?

Haha, I can't wait, the excitement is too much." The middle-aged man named Ikol laughed somewhat manically every now and then as he laid out this monologue, while he had this blissful smile on his face while thinking of something to himself.

"Ah… Sorry about that Zeila, it seems I have gotten a little too excited" Ikol chuckled as he continued

"Anyway, what's the progress on Project: Ark?"