The Silent Slaughter
The cold, damp air of the prison cell clung to Paramveer's skin as he sat cross-legged on the rough stone floor. His hands were bound with coarse rope, and the dim light from a single flickering bulb cast long shadows across the cramped space. The terrorists had thrown him into the cell hours ago, their voices harsh and guttural as they barked orders in Pashto. He didn't need to understand the language to know their plan: starve him, break his will, and then interrogate him for information. They wanted to know why he had come to Gulmira and how much his family would pay for his ransom.
Paramveer smirked to himself. 'They have no idea what they've just brought into their base.'
He closed his eyes, focusing on the Karma Seal on his hand. The intricate patterns glowed faintly, a silent promise of the power it held. He had been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Now, in the dead of night, with most of the terrorists asleep or distracted, that moment had come.
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Paramveer took a deep breath, centering himself. He reached out with his senses, drawing in the natural energy around him. The process was instinctive, guided by Karma Seal that now resided within him. As the natural energy merged with his chakra, his body began to change.
Black, jagged lines spread from his Karma seal, and covered 20% of his body like veins. These were the markings of Sage Mode, a testament to the immense power he now wielded.
His muscles tightened, his senses sharpened, and his chakra reserves surged. He could feel the raw energy coursing through him, a heady mix of strength and clarity.
Paramveer stood, the ropes binding his hands falling away as if they were made of paper. He flexed his fingers, feeling the power in his limbs. The metal bars of the prison cell, thick and unyielding, seemed almost flimsy now. He gripped one of the bars and bent it effortlessly, creating an opening wide enough for him to step through.
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Paramveer moved silently, his footsteps barely making a sound as he slipped out of the cell. The base was a labyrinth of tunnels and chambers carved into the mountain, but his heightened senses allowed him to navigate it with ease. He could feel the presence of every living being in the base, their life forces like faint pulses in the darkness.
The first terrorist was stationed just outside the prison area, his back turned as he leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Paramveer approached him like a shadow, his movements fluid and precise. Before the man could react, Paramveer's hand shot out, his fingers driving into the terrorist's throat with the precision of a scalpel. The man crumpled to the ground, his life extinguished in an instant.
Paramveer paused, expecting to feel something—remorse, guilt, anything. But there was nothing. The Third Raikage's battle-hardened instincts had taken over, and killing felt as natural as breathing. He shook off the thought and focused on the task at hand.
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As the terrorist's life force faded, Paramveer felt a strange sensation. The Karma Seal on his hand pulsed, and a faint, almost imperceptible energy flowed from the dead man into the seal. Paramveer's eyes widened as he realized what was happening: the Karma Seal was absorbing the life force of those he killed, accelerating his merger with the Third Raikage's template.
A notification flashed in his mind: Template Merger Increased by 0.1%.
Paramveer's lips curled into a grim smile. This changed everything. With over 250 terrorists in the base, he could potentially increase his merger by 25% in a single night. The thought was intoxicating, but he pushed it aside. He had a mission to complete.
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Paramveer moved through the base like a ghost, his Sage Mode-enhanced senses allowing him to detect and eliminate his targets with terrifying efficiency. He used the 'Body Flicker Technique' to appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, his movements too fast for the human eye to follow.
Each kill was quick and precise, designed to minimize noise and avoid alerting the rest of the base.
He started with the guards on duty, taking them out one by one before they could raise the alarm. Then he moved on to the sleeping quarters, where dozens of terrorists lay in their beds, unaware of the predator in their midst. Paramveer's 'Hell Stab' technique, even without the lightning attribute, was devastating. A single strike to the heart or throat was enough to end a life instantly.
As he killed, the Karma Seal continued to absorb the life force of his victims, and his merger with the Third Raikage's template increased steadily. By the time he had cleared the mountain cave, his merger had reached 25%.
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Paramveer paused outside a heavily fortified door, his senses picking up the faint hum of machinery from within. He knew what lay behind that door: Tony Stark's workshop, where the genius billionaire was building the first Iron Man suit. Paramveer could feel the presence of two life forms inside—Tony and Dr. Ho Yinsen.
He hesitated. Part of him wanted to burst in, to meet Tony and assure him that help had arrived. But he knew better. The room was likely under surveillance, and any sudden movement could alert the remaining terrorists. He couldn't risk Tony being used as a hostage or killed in desperation.
Paramveer turned away, resolving to deal with the rest of the base first.
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The base was vast, but Paramveer's speed and efficiency made quick work of the remaining terrorists. He moved from room to room, his Sage Mode-enhanced strength and reflexes making him an unstoppable force. By the time he was done, the once-bustling base was eerily silent, the only sounds the faint crackle of flames from a destroyed generator and the distant howl of the wind.
Paramveer stood in the center of the base, his breathing steady despite the carnage around him. He could sense only nine life forms remaining: eight prisoners and Tony Stark. The Karma Seal had absorbed the life force of over 240 terrorists, increasing his merger with the Third Raikage's template to 45%.
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Paramveer made his way to the prison area, where the remaining captives were being held. He released seven of them, their faces a mix of fear and gratitude as they stumbled out of their cells. He gave them simple instructions: "Run. Don't look back."
Finally, he approached the door to Tony Stark's workshop. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and pushed the door open.
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The room was a chaotic mess of tools, machinery, and half-finished prototypes. Tony Stark and Dr. Ho Yinsen looked up in shock as Paramveer entered, their faces pale and drawn from weeks of captivity.
"Who the hell are you?" Tony demanded, his voice hoarse but defiant.
Paramveer smiled faintly. "The guy who's getting you out of here."