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  Jack strolled casually through the alleyway, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his guide trembling beside him. They stopped in front of a metal door, rusted aed from years of use.

  The grunt nervously knocked. "It's me!"

  A small peek window slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. "Who's behind you?" the guard grunted.

  Jack sighed dramatically. "Oh my God, this is taking too long."

  Before the grunt could respond—

  BANG.

  Jack's foot smmed into the metal door. The sheer force ripped it off its hinges, sending it flying into the warehouse. It crashed into a wall several meters inside, bending like cheap aluminum.

  Silence.

  Every single gang member ihe warehouse froze. Jack stepped through the doorway, dusting off his robes. "Knoock."

  The warehouse acked—almost a huhugs littered the pce, some sitting around a ring of makeshift gambling tables, others handling stolen goods, ons, and cash.

  A few were already reag for their guns. Jack walked toward the ter of the room, his golden eyes sing the crowd with amusement.

  Then, he shouted. "Who's the leader of this sorry little territory?"

  Murmurs ran through the gang. Then—a chorus of ons clig. Guns were drawn. Some carried pistols, others had heavier firepower—shotguns, SMGs, even an assault rifle or two.

  One of them barked, "Mutant! Put your hands up!"

  Jack raised an eyebrow. "Mutant?" He chuckled. "Hoooh, buddy, I ain't a mutant. But who cares about bels? Now…" He tilted his head. "Whie of you is in charge?"

  A deep, guttural ugh echoed through the warehouse. The crowd parted, and a t figure emerged. The man was built like a bear, his muscles rippling, his chest broad enough to crush a maween his arms.

  Thick hair covered his arms and neck, and his eyes gleamed with animalistifidence.

  Jack grinned. "Oh, cool. You guys have a zoo exhibit."

  The gang boss cracked his knuckles, stepping forward. "What do you want, freak? You think you're the only mutant around here?"

  Jack ighe question, pig his nose instead. "So you're the leader, right?"

  The boss's eye twitched. "Yeah. What of it?"

  Jack stretched zily. "Alright then. I just o defeat you."

  The boss let out a deep chuckle. "Why the hell would I fight you?"

  Jack smirked. "Oh, you don't have to."

  He shrugged. "But if you refuse, all your men are gonna call you what you really are."

  The gang members exged gnces.

  Jack lifted a finger. "A coward."

  He raised another. "A spineless saashed potatoes."

  Another. "A sewer rat who got too fat off trash."

  Another. "A Walmart-brand Sabretooth."

  Another. "An rown Build-A-Bear reject with mange."

  Another. "A factory-defective Chewbacca that got recalled for being too ugly."

  The gang members started snickering.

  The boss's veins bulged.

  Jack grinned wider. "Oh, I got more."

  The boss roared. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

  And then—he charged.

  The boss moved like a truck, his massive body barreling forward with terrifying speed. His mutant ability wasn't just strength—his body was dehan a normal human's, his bohick like steel, his muscles abs impact like reinforced armor.

  Jack?

  He just stood there.

  The boss swung his massive fist.

  It could have crushed a man's skull instantly.

  But Jack tilted his head slightly.

  The punch missed by a hair's breadth, the wind from it rustling Jack's robes.

  Jack sighed. "Too slow."

  The boss snarled, swinging again—faster.

  Jack leaned back slightly, dodging effortlessly.

  A third punch. A fourth. A fifth.

  Eaissing by inches.

  Jaever moved his feet—he only tilted, dodged, and weaved, barely making an effort.

  The gang members watched in horrified awe.

  One of them muttered, "Boss is swinging like a madman, but… he ain't nding a hit?"

  Another whispered, "He's pyin' with him."

  The boss, now pletely enraged, roared and lurying to grab Jack.

  Jack finally moved.

  He sidestepped at the st sed, tripping the massive man with the lightest flick of his ankle.

  The boss smmed face-first into the crete.

  Silence.

  Jack yawned. "Bored now."

  The boss pushed himself up, breathing heavily.

  His rage boiled over.

  With a bestial snarl, he went fully on the offensive—a flurry of attacks, swipes, lunges.

  Jack sidestepped them all effortlessly.

  He wasn't even blog.

  He was just dodging, his body moving like he was flowing with the wind.

  The gang members watched in disbelief.

  "This guy ain't even fightin' back."

  "He's making Boss look like a fu' joke."

  Jack finally exhaled.

  And then—he moved.

  He stepped forward, lifting his palm—

  And lightly tapped the boss on the forehead.

  BOOM.

  The air itself rippled as the boss's entire body whipped backward, crashing into a stack of crates.

  The wooden boxes exploded on impact, splinters flying everywhere.

  The boss didn't get back up.

  Jack flexed his fingers. "Alright. That was fun."

  He turo the gang members, dusting off his sleeves.

  "So. Who's in charge now?"

  Nobody spoke.

  Then—one by ohey all dropped to their knees.

  Jack grinned.

  "Good answer."

  The warehouse was silent, the air thick with disbelief.

  Jack stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders as he turo the now-kneeling gang members.

  "Bring me a map."

  One of the gangsters—still visibly shaken—scrambled over to a nearby table, grabbing a folded city map before rushing back. Jack took it, unfolding the paper with a zy flick of his wrist.

  Meanwhile, a few of the gang members were cheg on their former boss. One of them hesitated before looking up. "He's… dead."

  Jack didn't even gnce over. He simply sighed. "Life is just a cycle, you know. One moment, you're on top of the world, stuffing your face with stolen money and bad decisions."

  He flicked the map open, squinting at it. " moment? You're lying face-down in a pile of splinters, questioning all your choices."

  The gang members looked at each other, processing his words with deep fusion. "...What the hell does that have to do with anything?" one of them muttered.

  Jack ighem, tapping his finger on the map. "Mark my territory."

  One of the thugs quickly grabbed a marker and outlihe grid of their old turf.

  Jack raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

  A gangster cleared his throat. "Boss Volkov was just a lieutenant. He only trolled this part of Hell's Kit."

  Jack hummed. "And even theill had to report to someone, huh?"

  The thug nodded quickly. "Yeah. The anders. There's six of them, and they report directly to Kingpin himself."

  Jack's lips curled into a toothy grin. "Oh? So we're barely scratg the surface, huh?"

  Without another word, he touched his earring.

  Ruyi Jingu Bang materialized instantly, expanding into his grip.

  Jack grabbed hold of it and vaulted onto the very tip of the staff.

  Then—it grew.

  In a single burst, the staff exteoward the sky, pierg through the warehouse roof like a spear through paper.

  The gangsters below gawked, shielding themselves from falling debris. Jack shot upward, higher and higher, until he finally emerged into the open air. His golden eyes gleamed as he looked down at his newly cimed turf.

  A smirk formed. "Yeah. This'll do." Jack took a slow breath, closing his eyes. Then—he moved. Using the tip of his staff, he drew an invisible boundary in the air. With each motion, golden energy flickered, trag the edges of his territory like a divine brush painting over the city itself.

  The moment the final stroke was made—The air rumbled. A golden barrier erupted, its glow stretg across the perimeter of his new cim. It shimmered like a divine wall, unsee present, an undeniable force.

  Then, Jack ughed. It started as a chuckle. Then a giggle. Then—it became a full-blown, manic cackle. "KEKEKEKEKEKEKE!" The sky itself trembled with his ughter.

  And then—he spoke.

  His voice carried across the ey, as if the very heavens had chosen to broadcast his words.

  "BY MY ORDER, THIS BARRIER SIGNIFIES MY CLAIM ON THIS TERRITORY—AND I AS ITS GUARDIAN!"

  His words boomed through the streets, shaking windows, rattling car arms, making even the air itself vibrate.

  …

  Kingpin sat ihe back of his luxury car, his fingers steepled ihought. The sudden rumble of energy made him look up. Then—he heard the voice. Loud. anding. g a part of his city.

  His grip tightened. "Turn the car around." His driver hesitated. "Sir, we have a meeting with—" "Turn. The car. Around." Fisk growled.

  …

  Ihe SHIELD secret base, a tei nearly choked on his coffee. "Sir! We have areme energy fluctuation in Hell's Kit!"

  Nick Fury, standing at the and dearrowed his one good eye. "Talk to me." The tei brought up the readings. "It's… golden energy. Unknown in." Fury's expression darkened. "Trace it. Now."

  …

  A group of young students sat in their , w on a m lesson. Then—they all heard it. The teacher's marker froze against the whiteboard. Students exged gnces, whispering, fused.

  In his office, Professripped the arms of his wheelchair. He closed his eyes, fog on the void reized it instantly. "That young man… again."

  …

  Tony was half-asleep, a gss of whiskey in his hand, his feet propped up on the couch. Then—he heard it. His eyes snapped open. "JARVIS, tell me that wasn't just in my head."

  "No, sir. It is very much real." A holographic s lit up, voialysis running.

  100% MATCH.

  Tony stared at the results. His face slowly twisted into disbelief. "…You have GOT to be kidding me."

  JARVIS tinued. "Shall I set coordio the location?"

  Tony rubbed his face, sighing. "Yeah, yeah. Fire up the suit."

  …

  Jack let out a satisfied exhale, looking down at his golden barrier, his own personal decration to the world. Theepped off the staff.

  He plummeted.

  Then—Ruyi Jingu Bang shortened, bringing him back down in a trolled dest.

  He nded baside the warehouse, his feet toug the ground lightly. The gang members stared at him, utterly stunned. Some still had their mouths open.

  Jack grinned. "Alright, then."

  He tapped his staff against the ground, the golden glow from outside flickering briefly.

  "Now that the formalities are done…"

  He turo the trembling gangsters.

  "Let's talk about your new jobs."