Episode One : Start of an adventure
🔥 PROJECT REBOOT – EPISODE ONE, PART ONE 🔥
Title: "The End of Heroes"
🌍 EARTH, MOMENTS BEFORE DOOM
The sky split open.
A planet-sized spaceship loomed over Earth, blotting out the sun. It was no ordinary invasion. This wasn't some alien fleet or an armada of warships. This was a machine-world, a floating nightmare of wires, steel, and death. A hive of Cyber-AI creatures, their mechanical limbs twitching, their soulless red eyes scanning the planet with cold precision.
And then… they descended.
The first wave hit New York.
The second wave leveled London.
The third? Tokyo.
Screams filled the streets as buildings collapsed like paper, cars exploded into fireballs, and helpless civilians ran for their lives. The Cyber-AI foot soldiers—cold, robotic creatures made of shifting metal and pulsating energy—marched forward, their blasters turning everything in their path into rubble.
The world was seconds away from annihilation.
Then…
A sonic boom shook the battlefield.
"WE'RE NOT DEAD YET!"
From the heavens, Team Zenith arrived.
---
🦸♂️ THE LAST STAND OF EARTH'S HEROES
Captain Solus—Earth's mightiest hero—soared through the battlefield, his golden aura blazing like a second sun. He fired twin beams of solar energy from his eyes, incinerating rows of Cyber-AI drones.
"FALL BACK, HUMANS!" Solus bellowed. "WE'VE GOT THIS!"
Beside him, Titania—the Amazonian juggernaut—slammed her fists into the ground, causing an earthquake that sent Cyber-AI creatures flying like tin cans.
"I can do this all day!" she roared, tossing a Cyber-AI mech into a skyscraper.
Phantom Strike, the team's ninja-speedster, blinked across the battlefield, moving faster than the eye could follow. He sliced through metal bodies with energy blades, dodging blaster fire mid-air.
"Man, I really hate Mondays!" he quipped, flipping over a missile and kicking a drone's head clean off.
Above them, Seraphina, the Winged Guardian, hovered with her angelic wings of light. With a single wave of her hand, she summoned a storm of divine spears, raining destruction upon the alien invaders.
But for every Cyber-AI they destroyed, ten more took their place.
---
👽 ENTER MISS CHIEF & TE-ROR
On the bridge of the planet-sized mothership, the Cyber-AI leader Miss Chief watched the battle unfold, her crimson optics gleaming with malice.
She was twice the size of a human, a sleek silver-and-black machine with a regal presence. Her metallic fingers tapped against her throne of cables, her expression one of utter boredom.
"Sigh. Humans. So... dramatic."
Beside her, Lieutenant Colonel Te-Ror, her clumsy, overenthusiastic second-in-command, saluted so hard he almost knocked his own head off.
"YES, SUPREME HIGHNESS MISS CHIEF! SHALL I INITIATE—uh—uh—DESTRUCTION PROTOCOL 69!?"
Miss Chief turned her glowing red eyes toward him. "...You mean Protocol 96?"
Te-Ror gulped. "Yes! That! Aha, silly me! Heh—should I… uh… proceed?"
Miss Chief sighed. "Just... send the planet-wipers already. I'm bored."
Te-Ror fumbled with the controls. "Right away, Supreme Death Goddess of Ultimate Conquest and—oh no, wrong button—WAIT—NO—"
BOOM!
A massive energy cannon fired.
The ground shattered beneath the heroes. The air rippled with a deafening shockwave. A black hole-like vortex formed in the sky, sucking in everything like a cosmic vacuum.
"Put it off, Silly" Miss Chief instructed
"I'm oh oh sorry, my uh bad" he turns it off.
---
💀 THE FALL OF HEROES
Titania was the first to fall. Her unbreakable body finally broke. A massive Cyber-AI behemoth grabbed her and crushed her spine like a twig. Her scream echoed for miles.
Phantom Strike tried to escape—tried to run faster than death—but a Cyber-AI sniper caught him mid-blink. One shot, and he vaporized into dust.
Seraphina's wings were ripped from her back. She fell from the sky, never to rise again.
Captain Solus stood alone.
He was bleeding, exhausted, barely able to stand. Cyber-AI creatures swarmed him.
Miss Chief's hologram flickered into the battlefield, watching the dying hero with amusement.
"Captain Solus, darling," she purred. "This could've been easy. Why do you heroes always make things difficult?"
Solus spat blood. "Because we don't bow to tyrants."
Miss Chief chuckled. "Oh, sweetie... you're not bowing. You're dying."
She raised her hand.
A final blast of cosmic energy engulfed Captain Solus.
When the light faded…
Earth's last hero was gone.
---
💀 ALL HOPE IS LOST
The world watched in horror. The Zenith League—their protectors, their champions—were no more.
Miss Chief turned to Te-Ror, stretching lazily. "Alright. Planet's defenseless."
Te-Ror, still fumbling with the controls, suddenly froze. His red optics widened.
"Uh… Supreme Mistress of Mayhem?"
Miss Chief sighed. "What now?"
Te-Ror gulped. "I… uh… I think we just won."
Miss Chief smirked. "Of course we did. We always do."
She gazed down at the burning world beneath her.
"Earth is ours."
🔥 PROJECT REBOOT – EPISODE ONE, PART TWO 🔥
Title: "The Last Gamble"
---
🌍 UNITED NATIONS SECRET COUNCIL ROOM – A WORLD IN CRISIS
The war room was tense.
A massive holographic screen flickered in the dimly lit chamber, displaying live feeds of destruction across Earth. Cities lay in ruins. Miss Chief's Cyber-AI armies marched freely, abducting humans in massive containment pods. Entire families were screaming, vanishing into ships, never to return.
A video feed from Moscow showed a man running with his child—only for a Cyber-AI drone to snatch the kid mid-air.
The father collapsed. His scream haunted the room.
Sitting at a long conference table, twenty-seven of the most powerful world leaders—Presidents, Prime Ministers, and Military Chiefs—watched in horrified silence.
The only sound?
A metallic tap.
General Adam stood at the center, tapping his cybernetic fingers against the table. The Afro-American war veteran, clad in a sleek, high-tech military uniform, was the only man in the room who looked calm.
Finally, he spoke.
"Gentlemen. Ladies." His deep voice carried authority. "Thank you for honoring my invitation. You are aware of the situation."
The screen behind him zoomed in on a Cyber-AI experimentation facility. Humans were screaming inside glass pods as robotic arms dissected them alive.
Adam's jaw clenched. "The people of Earth are being used like lab rats. We are no longer in control."
The Russian President, a burly man with an untamed gray beard, leaned forward. "Da. We are… aware. What is this 'solution' you have, General?"
Adam took a deep breath. Then, he dropped the bomb.
"We fight fire with fire."
A murmur spread through the room. Eyebrows raised. Whispers exchanged.
Adam pressed a button on his wrist and a new hologram materialized.
A rotating 3D prison—The Vault, a maximum-security underground facility, built to hold the worst of the worst.
Six names flashed across the screen.
Sparky (Rei) – Electrokinetic Terrorist
Dr. Nite (Flemming) – Billionaire War Criminal
Miss Tarantula (Iris) – Master Thief & Assassin
Destro (Ken) – Mutant War Beast
Damon – Half-Demon war lord
Azra (Saraya's Dark Personality) – Intergalactic Menace
Adam's gaze was steel. "We let the villains save the world."
🗣️ THE EXPLOSIVE REACTION – CHAOS ERUPTS
For five seconds, the room was silent.
Then—
BOOM!
Everyone started shouting at once.
The British Prime Minister, a bald man with a stiff suit, slammed the table. "You must be bloody joking! You expect us to hand the fate of humanity to… criminals!?"
The Chinese President, a stern woman in a red silk suit, crossed her arms. "This is madness. Giving murderers and psychopaths a free pass?"
The French President, a woman with flaming red hair, sneered. "Ah oui, excellent plan, General! Let's free ze monsters and hope zey don't eat us, oui?"
The Nigerian President, an elderly man with a thick Yoruba accent, adjusted his glasses. " Ah! YEPA!!, Wait, wait, wait. So, you mean to tell me that our LAST hope… is the SAME people who tried to kill us before!?"
The Japanese Prime Minister leaned back. "Interesting. Very… anime."
"WHAT!?" the German Chancellor barked. "THIS IS NOT ANIME, THIS IS REAL LIFE!"
The Indian Military Minister, stroking his mustache, nodded. "But think about it. If the best warriors fall… who else but the devils can defeat a greater devil?"
The Russian President leaned forward, his eyes twinkling. "I like zis. Very… how you say… bold."
"BOLD!? THIS IS SUICIDE!" the British PM bellowed.
The American President, a tanned man with a tired expression, finally sighed. "General… Do you actually believe this can work?"
Adam locked eyes with the man. "Sir… I don't believe. I KNOW."
---
⚡ ADAM'S FINAL ARGUMENT
Adam stepped forward, placing both hands on the table.
"The heroes are DEAD." His voice boomed over the bickering. "I watched them BURN. I watched them FALL. I saw the world's best warriors DIE in front of my eyes! And we? We sat in our bunkers, hiding like cowards."
The room fell into a tense silence.
Adam continued. "The Cyber-AI don't care about our laws. They don't play by our rules. So why are we still playing by theirs?"
A moment passed.
Then—
The Italian Prime Minister exhaled. "Mio Dio… He's right."
The Japanese Prime Minister nodded. "We have no choice."
"This is ridiculous!" the British PM protested. "They'll betray us the first chance they get!"
Adam grinned. "Not if we hold their leashes tight."
He pressed another button. A blueprint hologram appeared—explosive microchips designed to be implanted into the villains' skulls.
"One wrong move," Adam said coolly, "and BOOM. No more villain."
---
🗳️ THE FINAL VOTE – DOOMSDAY DECISION
A holographic voting panel materialized. Each world leader had to choose.
YES – Give Adam permission to release the villains.
NO – Stick to conventional methods (which already failed).
One by one…
✅ Japan – YES
✅ Russia – YES
✅ India – YES
✅ France – YES
✅ Italy – YES
✅ China – YES
❌ United Kingdom – NO
❌ Germany – NO
❌ Brazil – NO
✅ Nigeria – YES
✅ South Africa – YES
✅ Canada – YES
✅ USA – YES
The results flashed on the screen.
✅ YES WINS: 10 – 3.
Adam smiled. "Thank you, gentlemen and ladies. You just saved the world."
The British PM threw up his hands. "No, you just signed its death certificate!"
The American President leaned forward, his expression dark. "You have six months, General. Wipe those bastards off the surface of the Earth… or we'll consider it a failed mission. And YOU will answer for it."
Adam smirked. "Trust me, sir. By the time I'm done… the only thing left of those machines will be scrap metal."
---
🔥 END OF EPISODE ONE, PART TWO.
PROJECT REBOOT
EPISODE ONE – PART THREE
"Into the Lion's Den"
🛸 GENERAL ADAM'S HEADQUARTERS – A NEW BEGINNING
Mieko Takashi sat in the pristine, ultra-modern waiting area of General Adam's headquarters, her hands clasped in her lap, though her fingers tapped restlessly against her wrist. The entire room was a masterpiece of advanced technology—holographic displays floated in mid-air, processing streams of classified military data in real time, while the walls subtly shifted colors based on ambient temperature and energy levels.
She adjusted the hem of her corporate dress, making sure every inch was perfect. Today was her first day as General Adam's personal assistant, and she was determined to make an impression.
Her childhood hero. Her first crush.
Across from her, the General's secretary, a sleek woman with augmented reality glasses, typed effortlessly on a floating holographic keyboard. The keys shimmered under her fingers, inputting classified data faster than any traditional human interface could manage. The rhythmic beeping of encrypted transmissions filled the air, a constant reminder that this was not just any office—this was the nerve center of global military dominance.
Mieko's gaze shifted to the massive holo-wall displaying General Adam's achievements—his awards, his battlefield victories, his strategic brilliance. Images of him in decorated uniforms, standing before world leaders, flashed before her eyes.
Her heart pounded. Damn, he looks even better in person.
She took a deep breath, composing herself. Focus, Mieko. You're here to work, not fangirl.
The soft hum of the high-security doors unlocking made her snap to attention.
A squad of heavily armed soldiers entered in perfect formation, their exoskeletal armor clanking lightly with each step. Their suits were sleek, integrated with kinetic absorption tech and neural-link enhancements. The air in the room grew heavier with their presence.
And then—he stepped in.
General Adam.
The man was every bit as commanding as she remembered. Dressed in a high-collared military coat embedded with tactical smart-fabric, he exuded pure authority. His stride was confident, his piercing eyes scanning the room as if he already knew everything in it.
Mieko shot to her feet instinctively.
"You must be..." His deep voice carried across the room.
"Mieko Takashi," she answered, forcing herself to keep her voice steady.
A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He turned to his secretary. "Hold my calls." Then, to his officers, "Dismissed."
The soldiers moved with synchronized precision, exiting in perfect unison.
Adam's gaze shifted back to her. "Come with me."
Mieko swallowed hard. Here we go.
---
🚀 THE HANGAR – A FORTUNE IN METAL AND FIREPOWER
The doors to the underground hangar slid open with a smooth, hydraulic hiss. The sheer scale of the facility took Mieko's breath away.
Rows of advanced fighter jets, each one sleeker than the last, rested in gravity-locked docks. Some were hybrid pulse-craft, capable of intercontinental flight in minutes, while others were stealth bombers outfitted with adaptive cloaking technology—completely invisible to enemy radars. The entire place thrummed with raw power.
"He must be filthy rich," Mieko thought, barely suppressing a whistle.
Two high-ranking officers snapped to attention, saluting General Adam as they approached. Without hesitation, they unlocked the doors of one of the jets.
"After you," Adam gestured.
Mieko hesitated only a second before stepping inside. The cockpit was a marvel of technology—an all-glass interface, holographic panels floating above a nanite-infused metal dashboard, responding to their presence.
The jet's engines powered up with a near-silent hum—anti-gravity propulsion tech.
Then—they were airborne.
---
🏝️ THE VAULT – WHERE NIGHTMARES ARE KEPT
The Vault was the most secure prison facility on the planet.
From above, it looked like a floating fortress, an island encased in high-energy forcefields, surrounded by turbulent seas. No ships, no submarines, no aerial crafts could approach without instant destruction from the automated laser turrets stationed along its perimeter.
As their jet descended, Mieko caught sight of the plasma fences that lined the facility, reinforced by AI-driven defense drones patrolling the skies.
They landed smoothly.
Waiting for them was Lieutenant Cherry Porter, the head warden. She was a strikingly beautiful middle-aged woman, her uniform crisp, her demeanor both stern and charismatic. A team of armed guards flanked her, each one equipped with plasma rifles and kinetic shielding.
"Adam," Cherry greeted with a smirk.
"Cherry," he responded, a rare softness in his tone.
They exchanged friendly banter, and then Cherry led them inside.
---
⚡ SPARKY – THE ELECTRIC TEMPEST
Mieko could barely contain her awe as they entered the Vault's main corridors. Everything was a technological marvel—adaptive security grids, holo-interfaces displaying live feeds of the most dangerous criminals, AI-driven sentry bots scanning for threats.
Cherry stopped before a reinforced energy cell. Inside, a young woman lounged on a cot, casually flipping through an erotic novel while chewing gum.
She had a crew cut, strikingly attractive features, and an effortlessly cool demeanor. Though she dressed in a loose-fitting jumpsuit, her curves betrayed her tomboyish vibe.
Cherry smirked. "Meet Rei, alias Sparky."
Rei barely looked up, flashing them the middle finger. "Xup."
Cherry continued, unfazed. "Power of Electricity Absorption, Electrokinesis, Lightning Blasts. Responsible for 69,000 deaths in one year. Maimed 200,000 citizens. Caused the blackout of fifty cities."
Mieko paled. What the hell…?
Rei grinned lazily. "Yeah, yeah, that's me. Proud of my achievements. Want an autograph?"
Adam arched a brow. He had seen monsters before, but the sheer nonchalance in Rei's behavior intrigued him.
DESTRO – THE PLANET-BREAKER
They moved to another cell. This one was massive—reinforced with nanite-adaptive alloy, capable of withstanding extreme force.
Inside sat a young man. Calm. Shy.
Mieko blinked. Wait, he doesn't look dangerous.
Cherry smirked as if reading her mind.
With a signal, one of the guards tased the man.
The moment the electricity surged through him—he transformed.
His muscles expanded grotesquely, bones reinforcing with unbreakable density. He lunged at the forcefield, causing it to crackle violently under his assault.
Cherry crossed her arms. "Meet Ken. Alias: Destro. Super Strength—once lifted a continent. Capable of moving planets. Killed millions. His strength has no limit. Also… kind of a dimwit."
Mieko flinched as Destro roared, slamming his fists into the forcefield again.
They moved on before he shattered reality itself.
DAMON – THE DEVIL'S SMIRK
They stopped before another cell.
Inside stood a man.
Not just any man.
A devastatingly handsome man.
His features were flawless—chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, golden eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. His physique was sculpted to absolute perfection, as if some divine entity had spent centuries crafting the ultimate specimen of male beauty. Even his posture oozed effortless confidence, one hand lazily tucked into his pocket while the other casually twirled a hellfire-coated coin between his fingers.
Mieko's breath hitched.
Holy. Freaking. Hell.
Cherry subtly adjusted her uniform, patting down nonexistent wrinkles, before clearing her throat. "Meet Damon. Half-human, half-demon."
Damon waved lazily. "Hey, Cherry love."
Cherry blushed.
Mieko's eyebrows shot up. Wait. What?
Cherry tried to regain her composure, flipping through her digital files with more force than necessary. "Powers: Hellfire blasts, Mystic control, Dark Magic, Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Flight, Enchantment." She inhaled deeply, and then, as if forcing herself to read the next part, she continued, "He's impregnated seven hundred thousand women—"
Mieko choked on air.
"—and aborted all pregnancies within a year."
General Adam blinked. "What the actual f—"
Cherry pushed forward quickly. "He also caused sixty thousand women to divorce their husbands, triggering a men's rights riot that lasted for three months."
Mieko's jaw was officially on the floor. "Excuse me?"
Cherry wasn't done. She scrolled down, looking slightly embarrassed. "Additionally, he has dated and dumped numerous celebrities—" She started listing names. Big names. Huge names.
Mieko gasped. "No. Freaking. Way."
Adam folded his arms, processing all of this. "So basically, he's too damn hot for humanity's own good."
Cherry smirked. "And he's a tiger."
Damon winked. "Meow."
Cherry blew him a kiss.
Damon caught it mid-air, pressed it to his lips, and smirked.
Mieko was malfunctioning. Her face was practically overheating, and she realized she'd been staring at him dreamily for far too long.
Adam snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Hey, Mieko. Focus."
She blinked, snapping out of her trance. "Right. Yes. Focus. Totally focused."
Damon chuckled, his voice dripping with sinful amusement. "I like her."
Mieko turned away so no one would see how red her face had gotten.
Adam exhaled. "Let's move before we lose any more personnel to his… aura."
THE BILLIONAIRE MENACE
They stopped at the next cell.
Inside, a muscular man with salt-and-pepper hair was doing one-handed push-ups with an infuriatingly calm expression. He barely looked tired. The guy looked like a rugged action star—battle-hardened yet polished, with a dangerous glint in his sharp, calculating eyes.
Cherry folded her arms. "Meet Dave Flemming."
Mieko tilted her head. "Wait, as in… FlemTech?"
"Billionaire playboy, genius, and master of eighty martial arts," Cherry confirmed dryly. "A professional tech guru, weapons designer, and, let's not forget, a world-class menace to society."
Mieko's mouth dropped. "Oh."
"Owner of FlemTech—now run by his sister, Lisa Flemming," Cherry continued. "He's sold high-tech weapons to crime lords, experimented on humans with illegal tech, and cost millions of lives due to failed science projects."
Flemming finally glanced up, grinning like a bastard.
"Hi, Adam. Looking swole, I see."
Adam smirked, nodding. "You haven't changed at all, Flem."
Mieko squinted. Hold up. These guys were talking casually? Like old friends? WTF?
Flemming smirked at her confusion. "Ah, fresh blood? Who's the newbie?"
"My new PA," Adam replied.
Flemming raised an eyebrow at her, looking mildly impressed. "Interesting. Try not to get blown up, sweetheart."
Mieko forced a polite smile. "I'll do my best."
Adam chuckled. "We'll catch up later, Flem."
They moved on.
🔴 THE SEDUCTIVE ASSASSIN
The next cell housed a woman.
Not just any woman.
She was gorgeous—a voluptuous, curvy figure, long dark hair, and an aura that screamed dangerously sexy. Her golden-brown skin glistened as she moved effortlessly, stretching in slow, hypnotic motions.
She had earbuds in, vibing to a familiar song.
"What it is ho! What's up!"
Mieko's eyes widened. "Wait, is that Kodak Black?"
Cherry sighed. "Don't remind me."
Mieko noticed something else—her workout was… seductive.
Like, unnecessarily seductive.
Her splits were jaw-dropping, her stretches were sinful, and every move seemed designed to distract.
It was working.
Adam was completely mesmerized.
His eyes widened slightly, his throat bobbed, and—was he sweating?
Mieko facepalmed. "See who told me to focus."
Cherry shot her a warning glare.
The woman finally noticed them, pulled out an earbud, and flashed a sly, mischievous grin.
Cherry scowled. "Meet Miss Tarantula. Real name: Iris Scott."
Adam coughed, trying to act normal. "Uh… pleasure."
Mieko rolled her eyes. "Sure it is."
Cherry ignored them. "Iris is a master assassin, an accomplished thief, and a brilliant hacker."
Mieko glanced at her, unimpressed. "What's her power?"
"Chi-blocking, capable of paralyzing enemies," Cherry said. "Super balance, super flexibility, super agility… oh, and she's a master of Kung Fu and Taekwondo."
"Plus seduction."
Iris winked. "That's my favorite."
Cherry's expression darkened. Her grip on the tablet tightened.
"She's stolen some of the world's greatest treasures," she said through gritted teeth, listing fictional, priceless artifacts that Mieko barely recognized.
Then Cherry's voice shook slightly.
"She has also killed hundreds of important figures." She paused, inhaling sharply before adding bitterly, "And she's terminated ninety-nine pregnancies for different men—including my husband."
Mieko's stomach dropped.
Oh. Oh damn.
Adam shifted uncomfortably. Even he could feel the rising tension.
Cherry looked like she was holding back the urge to strangle Iris on the spot.
Iris, however, just smirked. She walked up to the forcefield, swaying her hips, and stopped inches from Adam.
"That's right," she purred. "I'm a baddie."
Adam swallowed hard.
She turned slowly, bending down in a way that showed off her curves.
Adam began sweating bullets. His entire body tensed like he was about to have a system failure.
Cherry's eye twitched. "Okay. We're done here." She grabbed Adam by the arm and dragged him away.
Mieko just stood there, processing what the hell just happened.
What. In. The. Hell. Was. That.
She blinked, shook her head, and hurried after them.
---
⚫ THE GALACTIC NIGHTMARE
The last cell felt different.
Colder.
Stronger.
A presence that was beyond human.
Inside sat a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
But not in a normal way.
Her skin was violet, her eyes glowed silver, and her body had a certain ethereal grace that made her look like a divine being. She was seated in a perfectly balanced yoga pose, exuding an aura of unnatural calm.
When she noticed them, she smiled warmly.
"Hi, Cherry! Oh my, visitors?" She beamed at Adam and Mieko. "Nice to meet you! I'm Saraya."
She waved, but then looked down at her cuffs and chuckled. "Oops. Right. I'm locked up."
Mieko was confused.
This woman seemed… too nice.
Cherry's voice softened. "She's from another galaxy."
Adam nodded, his face unreadable. "What's her power?"
Cherry hesitated.
Then, she exhaled. "She has two personalities."
Mieko frowned. "What?"
Cherry continued. "As Saraya, she has empathy and telepathy. She can read and influence thoughts. But when she becomes… Azra—"
Everything. Changed.
The temperature dropped.
The air itself seemed to press down on them.
Cherry's voice was grim. "Azra has telekinesis, psychokinesis, gravity manipulation, force field generation, hypnosis… and can create black holes."
Mieko's throat went dry.
Adam's expression finally broke. "Black holes?"
Cherry nodded. "As Azra, she has wiped out planets. Entire galaxies."
Mieko felt sick.
"She almost destroyed Earth," Cherry continued. "She defeated the superhero team, Team Zenith. No one could stop her… except Saraya herself."
Silence.
Mieko and Adam stared at Saraya with pure awe and fear.
"She willingly surrendered," Cherry said. "She doesn't want to hurt anyone."
Mieko was speechless.
Adam asked slowly, "How does she become Azra?"
Cherry sighed. "If she's pissed off, angry, or frustrated."
Mieko swallowed. "And… how do we bring her back?"
Cherry's lips twitched. "Beethoven."
Adam blinked. "Come again?"
Cherry smirked. "Beethoven's symphonies calm her down."
Mieko clutched her head. "So, basically… keep a classical music playlist on standby at all times?"
Cherry patted her shoulder. "Now you're getting it."
Adam exhaled. "Great. Now I gotta worry about mood swings from a galactic death goddess."
Mieko just shook her head. "This job is insane."
Chapter One – Part Four
"The Squad from Hell"
General Adam and Mieko sat in the cold, metallic conference hall of The Vault, the most high-tech and highly secured prison facility on the planet. They had just finished the exhausting tour of meeting Earth's worst criminals, and now they had to convince them to save the planet.
Mieko rubbed her temples. "I still can't believe we're doing this."
Adam exhaled sharply, watching as the massive steel doors slid open with a hiss.
Six of the most dangerous beings on the planet, seated around a circular, high-tech conference table that shimmered with holographic displays. Each of them was restrained in some form—shock collars, reinforced cuffs, suppression fields. But even with all that security, they radiated a suffocating aura of chaos.
The guards backed away quickly. They wanted nothing to do with this.
Adam leaned forward. "Alright, listen up, you psychopaths.You're all here because you're the best at what you do. Humanity is on the edge of extinction, and you're going to help me save it. This is not voluntary. This is mandatory. Project Reborn is our last chance." He let the words sink in. "You six have a choice—fight for Earth, or rot in here while the world burns."
Welcome to Project Reborn."
"
Rei (Sparky) kicked back in her chair, feet on the table, blowing a bubblegum bubble. She popped it, staring at him with zero interest.
"Lemme get this straight… you want me to fight some cosmic horror because your golden boy superhero team got fried? Sounds like a 'you' problem."
Dave Flemming (Dr. Nite) tapped his fingers on the table, his billionaire brain already calculating. "I usually charge for jobs like this. But… eh, the world's ending. Might as well have some fun before the apocalypse."
Iris (Miss Tarantula) leaned forward, her seductive voice dripping with mischief. "So you're saying… if I 'help' humanity, I can steal whatever I want? No one to stop me? Oh, I am so in, baby."
Ken (Destro) cracked his knuckles, his voice a deep, monstrous growl. "DESTRO SMASH! DESTRO KILL! WAIT… DESTRO SAVE? UGH. BRAIN HURTS."
Damon (The Demon Prince) smirked, running a hand through his perfectly styled black hair. "A demon saving humanity? That's hilarious. But fine… I'll play 'hero' for now. Who knows? Might be fun."
Saraya simply smiled politely. "I am happy to help."
The room went silent as all the villains turned to look at her.
Sparky raised an eyebrow. "You're way too nice. What's your deal?"
Flemming whispered, "That's the one that wipes out galaxies, right?"
Tarantula shivered. "Yeah. She freaks me out."
"Enough!" Adam slammed his fist on the table. "
The villains stared at him.
Then Damon leaned back, smirking. "So, General… quick question. Does the government provide, uh… special accommodations for charming half-demons like myself? Maybe a private room, personal masseuse?"
Flemming scoffed. "Are you seriously flirting while we're talking about an extinction-level event?"
Damon grinned. "Oh, come on. You can't blame me for trying."
Rei snickered. "Let the man shoot his shot. Besides, if the world's ending, might as well have some fun, right?"
Iris smirked at Damon. "I'd be happy to keep you company, sweetheart."
Damon winked. "That's what I like to hear."
Destro, confused, turned to Flemming. "WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT?"
Flemming sighed, rubbing his temples. "Just ignore them, big guy. Trust me."
They began to shout, argue,make noise and tension began to rise around them.
Saraya, meanwhile, looked uncomfortable. She could feel the rising frustration, arrogance, and aggression in the room. She swallowed, placing a hand over her chest.
"Guys…" Saraya said softly.
They ignored her.
"Please, let's not fight…"
More bickering. More teasing. More insults , it was about to get violent and the energy in the room was shifting.
Saraya tensed. Her breath hitched.
And then—
"ENOUGH!!!"
The temperature in the room dropped to freezing. Every villain in the room was ripped into the air, choking. Their restraints sparked and malfunctioned.
Saraya was gone.
Standing in her place was Azra.
Her violet skin darkened to an abyssal black, veins of glowing purple energy pulsing under her skin. Her eyes became endless voids, swirling with the power of a collapsed star. Her hair floated around her like a living shadow.
The entire room shook violently.
Azra's voice was a thousand echoes speaking at once.
"YOU INSIGNIFICANT FOOLS, YOU HAVE AWAKEN DEATH! I AM AZRA! I AM OBLIVION!!'
BOOM!
An invisible force slammed everyone into the walls.
Sparky gasped, gagging for air as she floated
Destro, the strongest of them, thrashed violently but was completely immobilized.
Flemming's eyes widened in horror as his body lifted off the ground, unable to move.
Tarantula clutched her throat, choking.
Damon's smug grin vanished as he realized he was powerless.
Adam and Mieko were thrown across the room like ragdolls, smashing into the metal walls.
The villains gagged, their bodies trapped in her invisible grip.
"SHE'S GONNA KILL US!" Sparky choked out.
Lieutenant Cherry, despite her own fear, acted fast. She pulled out a tablet and pressed a button.
A soft orchestral melody began playing over the speakers.
Beethoven's Symphony No. 9.
Azra's body twitched.
Her eyes flickered.
The gravity in the room stabilized.
One by one, the villains dropped to the ground, gasping for air.
Azra staggered. Her body trembled violently.
Her dark skin lightened back to violet. The abyss in her eyes faded. Her hair settled.
And then—
She was Saraya again.
She collapsed to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I… I'm sorry…" she whispered. "I didn't mean to…"
The room was dead silent, save for the sound of coughing and ragged breaths.
The villains coughed violently, gasping for air.
Destro, still on the floor, whimpered. "Destro… scared."
Damon lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Welp. That was horrifying."
Sparky, hands on her knees, wheezed. "Yo… let's NEVER piss her off again."
Iris, still shaking, nodded. "Agreed."
Flemming adjusted his suit, but his voice betrayed his fear. "Yeah. No sarcasm. Not today."
Saraya started crying.
Mieko watched, feeling a pang of pity.
Despite her godlike power, Saraya was just a girl. A girl who didn't want to be a monster.
General Adam pulled himself to his feet, brushing dust off his uniform.
He let out a long sigh. "Well… that's a promising start."
Mieko groaned, rubbing her head. "Oh yeah, totally. Nothing like a near-death experience to kick off a mission
Adam sighed. "It's gonna be a long ride."
Mieko, still shaking, exhaled. "You think?"
Rei, trying to get up , wheezed. "Okay. I take it back. This mission is our problem now."
Flemming sat up, adjusting his broken glasses. "Yeah. No way I'm letting that go loose on the planet."
Destro just grunted. "DESTRO… SCARED."
Damon chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. "Damn. And I thought I was bad news."
Adam straightened his uniform, glancing at the exhausted criminals.
"Get up. We leave in an hour."