[A year passed ever since the incident that wiped out an entire city, No one knows what happened but the Hero Association says a natural disaster happened wiping out the city..]

  Borne looked at the news report with a dark expression on his face, the Hero Association seemed to be on Nirvana flames side which means there is no need to trust the heroes in their revenge plan.

  The Lizard girl was absentmindedly scratching her face, she was completely lost and had a vacant look on her face, her tail was moving energetically on the couch.

  "...we may have to delay our revenge plan." Borne said with a dark voice.

  Aroe gave him a glance and sighed. "When did we have a revenge plan, we just came to this city seven months ago and we all have been lazing around."

  Borne hummed a bit. "True....we still have not recovered from the injuries caused by Nirvana Flame."

  Aroe sighed, her injuries have healed a bit and she has already finished devouring the rampaging flames that were incinerating her from thr inside seven months ago, but her body srill hurts.

  Borne was also injured, creating a monster the size and magnitude of that had a few side effects, his mind would have collapsed if he wasn't filled with Vengeance and the insinctual will to live.

  Xylo, The smiling man from before was also injured but his was less painful than the others due to using his power to slowly nullify the flames.

  Aroe sighed and slightly made a small green flame appear on top of her finger. "What about attacking the Phoenix cult...or his sidekick?."

  She was still confused, Borne closed his eyes. "We can't fight his sidekick but erasing his fanatics won't be hard."

  Aroe scratched her head. "Can you create a monster like the abomination you made back then?."

  Borne frowned. "No, not really, before this all happened I could create small monsters that barely had life, but it seems my power 'evolved' and a nee condition was made, I need a 'catalyst' to store the 'Data' of the monsters and I need 'Materials' to create the body, for example I can actually use myself as a catalyst to give myself monster like appendages but if I do that too much, I’ll lose myself." His voice was steady, but there was a faint tremble beneath the surface, like a rope pulled taut.

  Aroe narrowed her eyes. "Lose yourself as in… go insane?"

  Borne was hearing strange whispers, but he ignored them. "No, I would just become what my ability represents, a child being born, a feature beginning to form, A Womb that Borns 'children'.

  Aroe blinked slowly. “That’s... unsettling. So your body becomes the cradle, and your mind gets overwritten?”

  Borne gave a slow nod. “Yeah. The more I use it recklessly, the less I stay myself. It’s like... I’m not the one birthing monsters. I become the monster being born.

  The room fell into a heavy silence. The TV continued playing the muted news report, footage of smoldering ruins and sanitized commentary from well-groomed anchors who didn’t dare speak the name Nirvana Flame.

  Aroe’s tail slowed its movements. “ So your power is the unstable type huh, I somehow don't feel my power is bad now."

  Borne snickered. "Yeah Adaptive regeneration is good but healing hurts than actually losing a limb or being burnt."

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  Aroe chuckled dryly, her tail swishing slowly in a slow, repetitive pattern. "At least you get a warning. You know when you’re crossing a line." She paused, her gaze lingering on Borne, searching his expression. "It’s like... you’re playing with fire, but you can see the flames getting closer. Meanwhile, I’m just slowly patching up everything and hoping I don’t tear myself apart. Heh."

  Borne let our a small smile. "It's not all that bad, you atleast managed to adapt to Nirvana flames ability and your body created a similar fire that heals others too...though it causes the same side effects of your power." Borne's smile faded as he leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing as he thought about the situation.

  Aroe stared at her hand, the small green flame dancing in her palm. "I guess that's true. But there's always the lingering fear of losing control. One wrong move, and I'm back to square one—burned out, but this time... worse. A curse in disguise, maybe.

  "Well every power has a curse, for example everytime I use mine, I constantly go nauseous, my heart beats faster and my blood feels inky." Xylo said with a smile.

  Aroe shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. "You really know how to make things sound cheerful, don't you?" Her voice carried a sarcastic edge, though the unease in her expression matched the gravity of the conversation.

  Xylo only smiled wider, his ever-present grin not faltering. "Well, someone has to lighten the mood around here," he replied with a wink, but the hollow, almost unsettling tone underneath his words didn’t go unnoticed.

  Borne stood up. "Let's go capture some cultists, I could use them as materials and their hearts can be made Into catalyst. But i need materials"

  Xylo smiled with an excited tone. "Are you going to summon your Abomination birds?."

  "AshBorne has been eating wild animals and sometimes the lost souls who cross through the sea, flying down and grabbing them with it's talons, I can see it's vision but I haven't seen it in 5 months now."

  Aroe tilted her head slightly, curiosity flickering behind her tired eyes. "You lost connection with it?"

  Borne nodded grimly. “Yeah… for now. I think it's evolving—mutating into something else. Last time I saw through its eyes, it was nesting somewhere deep within the Ocean. I don’t know what it’s becoming.”

  Xylo’s grin wavered for a second. “And you’re sure it’s still yours?”

  Borne tilted his head. "Why wouldn't it be, I am the 'Womb' from which it was created from, it's just a child beginning to grow."

  Aroe frowned, her tail flicking with a sharp snap. “Children grow up. Sometimes they don’t listen to their parents.”

  Borne waved his hand. "So what I'd it doesn't listen, just discipline it if it gets into too much trouble, it dares not to fight back."

  Xylo shrugged. "Well I guess it's time to become villains to get our revenge, so are we going to wear costumes because I don't think I can.."

  Borne checked the time on his phone and replied to him. "We have enjoyed peace for a few months and our sanity has stabilized a little, it's time we begun our revenge."

  Aroe brushed a strand of brown hair, her green eyes glowed strangely within the dimly lit room, the green flame on her hands died. "If I lose a limb and it starts to heal at that moment, I may honestly scream."

  As these three began their Revenge plan.

  Somewhere deep beneath the world was an underground laboratory and within it exists countless scientists.

  And within one of the countless rooms, many different jars were neatly arranged.

  In one of the jars was an eye that was slightly moving, the other was a finger that was twitching.

  There were many jars in that lab and if one were to observe closely, each jar contained different body parts chopped Into pieces like sushi, they all moved as if trying to break free from it.

  And in the .middle of the room, there was a huge tank where 'something' eas being kept. It was the head of an eyeless man with his ears gone and nose chopped off.

  Above the tank was written.

  [Immortal Hell–Unkillable]

  And outside the vision of anybody, a completed phantom body of the person trapped inside had a dark expression on his face, he was tall, taller than an adult male. He had long black hair and blue eyes.

  "The Hero Association really think they can seal me using things like this...tsk and I heard the City my little Sweetheart was staying at got burned by another Immortal Bastard like me...though I know she won't die...but her mother is certainly gone, how sad." Immortal Hell wwasbeyong angry, he was mad, he was gloomy and most of all he was worried about his daughter.

  He felt she may be suffering a lot by now and he felt quite guilt of being trapped in a place like this by a corrupt government like the Hero Association. But what can he do, his blood was constantly being frained so he 1 even escape.

  And worst of all these bastards we using HIS blood to infuse 'Clones'.

  The clones were lined up in another room, each suspended in separate capsules filled with a pale-blue liquid that faintly glowed. Some were incomplete—missing limbs, hairless, or lacking faces—while others looked disturbingly human. Each one bore traits of the original: the same jet-black hair, the same angular jawline, the same eerie, dormant blue eyes. And yet… none of them were him.

  A scientist in a sterile white coat scribbled notes into a holographic tablet. “Subject H-91 responded to the latest blood infusion with increased regenerative capacity. Subject H-92 demonstrated partial awakening of psychic abilities. Subject H-93... self-terminated.” She glanced at the glass with a flicker of unease. “They're becoming harder to control.”

  Behind her, a voice spoke, calm and cold. “The goal isn’t control. It’s replication.”

  She turned sharply to see a man in a tailored black suit, face partially obscured by a silver mask. He was from the inner circle—one of the Hero Association’s silent directors.

  “But we don’t know what he truly is,” the scientist said, her voice lowering. “He's not just immortal—he's something else. The DNA behaves like a virus when separated from the source.”

  The masked man leaned closer to the glass, observing one of the more complete clones twitching in its containment chamber.

  “That’s what makes him valuable.”

  Immortal Hell snorted. "Valuable my ass?!!."

  Immortal Hell was quite fortunate that they did not know of this his ability, because if they did, they would not try to create clones of him..and he was waiting for them to make a suitable vessel for his reincarnation and then he would drain all the blood from his main body and the clones and then leave this place to tear down the entire Association.