Conspirator

Its Diabolical-
Alex Harper, a regular man from a world much like ours, wakes up one morning to find his life turned upside down. The city around him begins to warp, its skies flickering between strange and terrifying colors, and its people caught in a strange unease. As the laws of nature bend and break, Alex realizes he is not merely a bystander in this chaotic event—he is being drawn into something much bigger.

A system, something straight out of a video game, activates within him, bestowing strange powers and quests as his world collides with another. He finds himself with abilities he never asked for and a destiny he never chose, forced to navigate a reality where even the simplest laws of physics can no longer be trusted.

Marvel X The Boys

Alex had barely made it five steps out of the alley when a voice called out from behind him.

"That was quite the display of strength."

Turning slowly, he saw a man standing calmly on the sidewalk just outside the destroyed wall. A well-dressed guy in a suit, red-tinted glasses, and a walking stick. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, as if he hadn't just witnessed a guy get yeeted through a brick wall.

Alex swallowed. Crap.

Was he a cop? A witness? Worse—a reporter?

The man took a step forward, a small, knowing smile on his face. "Don't worry, I'm not with the police."

Alex let out a breath but kept his hood low. "Right. That's… great."

The man extended a hand. "Matt Murdock."

Alex hesitated before shaking it. "Uh… Alex."

Matt tilted his head slightly. "Nice to meet you, Alex. And… if I'm not mistaken, you weren't exactly trying to remodel that building, were you?"

Alex sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, uh… that was an accident."

Something about the guy's tone felt… off. Like he knew more than he was letting on. But Alex brushed it off.

"Right, well, nice meeting you, Mr. Murdock. I should—"

Before he could finish his excuse to leave, Matt turned his head directly toward him.

Like he was looking right at him.

Like he could see.

Something was wrong with that.

His eyes darted down to the walking stick. Then back to the glasses. Then back to Matt's perfectly straight, focused stare.

Matt raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

Alex pointed awkwardly at him. "Aren't you… uh…"

Alex gestured vaguely. "You know. Blind?"

Matt's smile didn't waver. "Yes. I am."

Then stared harder.

Then very slowly waved a hand in front of Matt's face.

Matt sighed. "Yes, I can't see that."

Alex squinted. "Then how the hell are you looking right at me?"

Matt tilted his head. "Good ears."

Alex narrowed his eyes. "Bullsh—"

"That's just fancy talk for 'I totally see you, but I'm not gonna admit it.'"

Matt chuckled. "Let's just say I have… other ways of knowing when something explosive happens in Hell's Kitchen."

Hell's Kitchen. That name.

A suspicion crawled into his brain.

A suspicion shaped like a certain red-suited vigilante.

There was no way.

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