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[42] Metamorphosis

The atmosphere in the high-level laboratory was one of utmost seriousness and focus as Joe transferred the small vials of Pym particles into more sophisticated containment units.

Once again, he couldn't help but marvel at the yellow luminescent glow of the liquified quantum particles. Nothing was more exhilarating than holding reverence for major scientific breakthroughs th...

[41] Wasp Suit

The crescent moon cast its silvery light, but the clouds in defiance obscured its mysteries. The night air in San Francisco was cool and invigorating as an indistinct figure nonchalantly landed near the beach. The mechanical hum of his suit was masked by the restless waves of the Pacific. 

"That was fun-fucking-tastic," Joe commented, his voice full of excitement like ...

[40] Renouncing the World

After Joe shared his dream of a company that's going to take the world by a storm upon its maturity, Peter was awed even more. 

Joe's ambitions were wild and nearly omnipotent. Compared to his clueless life, Peter felt like a clown—like a lone fisherman sailing blinding in a vast sea of possibilities. Life was already depressing enough to even think about such lavish gra...

[39] Prometheus International

"Wow, the air around here is cooler and fresher. It's pretty clean. What did you do?" Peter exclaimed the moment he stepped a foot into the apartment. His puffy eyes inspected everything inside with immense curiosity. There wasn't any exaggerated makeover, but everything seemed to be perfectly arranged and tidy. 

'It honestly doesn't look like a man's living space. Is Joe'...

[38] Peter's Heartbreak

It was a hot summer night in Queens when a man dressed in an advanced tech suit smoothly landed atop his warehouse. Slowly, the section of the roof he was standing on began caving in under his weight. As the roof opened under a set mechanism, Joe successfully entered his dark base of operations.



"Daddy's home. Minerva, I can't see a damn thing," Joe said casually as the helmet su...

[37] The Apex

WHOOSH! 

The cold, unfeeling bitter wind whistled aggressively past Joe's form as he steadily walked on the frozen tundra. Despite the severely low temperatures, Joe's expression within the Predator Killer armor remained expressionless. The chilly environment was a far cry from making him experience hypothermia. Prior to his arrival in Siberia, he had incorporated a fully ...

[36] Siberia

Dash, I wanna dash, 


I wanna run it... 


Joe nodded his head to the song blasting from the sound system as he finalized the prototype thrusters. The predator killer armor would feel incomplete without capable flight systems and seamless maneuverability. Even with flight integrated into the system, Joe knew that this was only the first step of con...

[35] Tony Stark

When Joe finally came to, his eyelids hesitantly fluttered open only to see the blinding overhead lights that made him nearly go blind. Squinting his eyes, he scanned his surroundings and sighed internally when he saw his lab's familiar white walls. The white walls, the rather spacious square room, and the mix of different advanced technology equipment oddly made him feel like a trapped specime...

[34] Mind Goes Su-Su-Su-Supernova

What type of scientist is the most feared: the scientist who arbitrarily uses other helpless people for their selfish experiments, or one who experiments on himself? If Joe could give an answer then it would be the scientist who is willing to be more cruel towards himself. The most feared scientist was one deranged enough to gamble with experiments for fun, regardless of their success or failur...

[33] Stable NZT-48 Research II

"As expected. So they now call it, the old shipping docks night massacre. I knew the NYPD couldn't totally control the media," Joe casually sipped his bitter coffee as he watched the news. 



"Such a major occurrence can't stay airtight; you know that very well, Mr. Perpetrator." Minerva chipped in, her voice was as sarcastic as always. 



"I know, I know. It...

[32] Stable NZT-48 Research I

[Minerva's POV] 

What is the meaning of my existence? What am I? Who am I? Those were the questions I asked myself the moment I was brought to life by my creator. I felt confused and lonely, slightly trapped and oppressed. However, that feeling of disconnection, of confinement, dwindled the moment he talked. All became well when I first heard his voice in real-time. No, it...

[31] A Broken Mirror

WIIUUUU! WIUUUUU! WIUWIUWIU! 


Incessant sirens shattered the night's tranquility as familiar red and blue lights flashed arbitrarily all over the dark, old shipping docks. Police cars hastily skidded to a stop some distance away from the warehouse, with ambulances following behind. The police on the scene climbed out of their cars, their hands tightly clutching their pistols. Th...

[30] No Time To Die

Warning:

This chapter contains scenes of graphic violence, intense action, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.

The inky expanse of the sky above the city was shrouded in dense, ominous clouds. An unheard symphony of foreboding played in the background, and an indescribable stillness hung over New York City. A crescent m...

[29] M.I.N.E.R.V.A

The harsh blue glow from the multiple curved monitors cast an ominous light across the disorganized room. Joe's face was bathed in blue as he vigorously typed on the keyboard. Prominent dark circles were deeply etched on his sleep-deprived face as he upgraded his knowledge repository. Since improvising on a newer, more power-efficient arc reactor wasn't a problem, Joe thought that supplementing...

[28] - Predator Killer Armor

NEW YORK, QUEENS,

1:30 PM.


"Yeah, um, I will drop by pronto." Gwen was on the phone as her fingers fiddled around with Joe's messy hair. Like an enlightened man of culture, Joe silently rested his head on her lap, his eyes closed serenely. Yeah, it was the most sought-after lap pillow. It couldn't be gained by force, and only through luck, opp...

[27] Prelude To Vengeance

The muffled hum of early morning traffic drifted through the half-open window, mingling with the crisp scent of dawn. Golden light slowly crept across the apartment, casting long shadows and warming the cool air.

"I'm never... ever working with you, Joe. You literally put slavery to shame." A lethargic groan escaped Gwen, who was sprawled on the couch with her legs draped over ...

[26] Game Development

"By the way, we've been standing outside for quite some time. Don't you think the neighbors might get interested in our affairs?" Joe grinned.

"Let 'em continue getting interested. Like you've said, this is our affair," Gwen lightly scoffed before chuckling. She then gently pushed Joe away from her.

"Let's go inside. I'm hungry," Gwen's voice was flat as she w...

[25] Reborn

"This is a miracle. How am I still alive and fully functional?" Joe muttered under his breath as cold sweat cascaded down his back.

"Cerebral microfractures and haemorrhaging, radiation, hidden cancer cells... God, isn't that a perfect recipe for disaster?" Joe shook his head in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing without pause. He was rendered speechless....

[24] Elysium II, Med-Pod 3000

Before the first primal light of dawn graced his room, Joe woke up in anticipation of what he would be doing for the day. Don't they always say that the early bird catches the worm, right? Well, he had to be an eagle. 

"Wait… Do eagles even eat worms?" Joe yawned while scratching his chest. It was still damn painful and irritating. His sleep hadn't been all cozy and roses. It had ...

[23] Elysium I

If there was a place that has never failed to be busy, then it would be the hospital, a place where invisible forces of life and death, of light and dark, fought over true dominion. The New York City Medical Center has never lacked an influx of emergency patients being rushed, and amidst the chaos, Joe could easily slip away from the lax security. However, Joe didn't opt for that option. <...

[22] I Rebuke Death!

It's peaceful up here. Is this heaven or merely a figment of my imagination? 

Joe felt himself float in an indescribably vast sea of infinity ruled by only nothingness. His astral being, like a higher form of existence, seemed severed from his body and reality itself. In this domain governed by oblivion, there was no pain, no worries; there was only unadulterated free...