The Blackbird descended smoothly, its landing gears pressing gently into the soft white sands of the isolated beach. A light breeze rustled through the palm trees, the air thick with the scent of salt and damp earth.
As the hatch opened, the team stepped forward, feeling the warmth of the sun on their skin. Then—"Your...
2025-04-01 11:23:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe vast Atlantic Ocean stretched endlessly in all directions—deep, blue, and impossibly calm. In the middle of it, a lone dinghy drifted aimlessly, its only passenger a man dressed in flowing purple-and-gold robes. His long black hair danced in the salty breeze, tied messily at the back, loose strands framing his sharp, al...
2025-04-01 08:32:40 +0000 UTC View PostInside his private lab, deep within his New York penthouse, Tony Stark was racking his brain. The holographic blueprints of his arc reactor floated before him, shifting as he ran simulation after simulation.
Each time—"Component not compatible, sir."
Tony sighed. "Of course it's not," he muttered, rubbing his te...
2025-03-30 09:40:14 +0000 UTC View PostThe elevator dinged. The doors slid open smoothly, revealing Natalie Beckman escorting Madam Gao. The elderly woman walked with measured steps, her cane tapping lightly against the polished floors.
Ahead of them, Jack Hou stood on the balcony. His black-and-silver hanfu billowed in the wind, giving him an almost etherea...
2025-03-28 21:57:31 +0000 UTC View PostThis is the side story after Jack killed Kingpin.
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It was strange how normal this had become. Just a little over a month ago, Natalie Beckman was an intern at Damage Control, drowning in paperwork and coffee runs. Now—she was the right hand of the most powerful figure in New York City.
Jack Hou. Well...
2025-03-28 21:56:56 +0000 UTC View PostThis is the side story before Jack killed Kingpin.
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Logan staggered into his quarters at the X-Mansion, his body still aching from his fight with Jack Hou. His wounds looked like they were healing as usual. But something felt… off. His regeneration—slower than usual. "Must be that damn bastard's power mes...
2025-03-28 21:56:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe interrogation room felt stifling. Jack leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes lazily scanning the woman sitting across from him. She was composed, professional—even beautiful in a cold, calculated way.
But Jack? He could smell the fear. "Good afternoon, Jack," she said, her voice smooth yet tense.
Jack gr...
2025-03-27 16:53:16 +0000 UTC View PostFlashback several years ago…
The breeze rustled through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of wild peaches and earth. The air was thick with the weight of time. A young Jack Hou sat under the ancient tree, legs crossed, arms folded, scowling like a child being forced to eat vegetables.
Before him, his master...
2025-03-24 09:05:06 +0000 UTC View PostInside the dimly lit military Humvee, tension hung thick in the air. A dozen rifles were trained on Jack, their barrels steady, their fingers twitching near the trigger. Jack, however, remained unbothered. In fact, he was enjoying himself.
"Did you know," Jack began, leaning slightly forward, his hands still bound—not...
2025-03-23 10:31:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe military blockade stood firm at the edges of Hell's Kitchen—now Jack's Golden Peach. Hundreds of armed soldiers, armored vehicles, and combat drones held their positions, blocking civilians from returning home. Some families were stranded, their children clutching half-eaten Halloween candy, fear in their eyes as barrel...
2025-03-23 08:38:53 +0000 UTC View PostThe private elevator hummed softly as it ascended. Inside, Phil Coulson stood at the front, his expression unreadable, his hands calm at his sides. Behind him, five of SHIELD's elite strike force soldiers shifted uneasily in the cramped space, gripping their weapons with white-knuckled hands.
The air in the elevator was...
2025-03-23 05:54:09 +0000 UTC View PostJack ascended, the wind whipping against his white robes, the red streaks of blood on his master's costume fluttering in the night. The city stretched below him—a patchwork of neon lights and darkened alleys, buildings towering like monuments to men's ambitions.
He threw his head back, golden eyes gleaming. And then...
2025-03-22 09:21:34 +0000 UTC View PostThe stairwell echoed with the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the floor. Jack walked casually, his golden eyes gleaming, scanning, judging.
Some subordinates were beyond redemption. Their sins weighed on their souls like lead—Abusers. Murderers. Monsters hiding behind human skin. Jack gave them no mercy. A strike to the...
2025-03-20 15:17:10 +0000 UTC View PostJack sat cross-legged atop a rooftop, overlooking his territory as the wind played with the long white robe of his master’s likeness.
The news of Kingpin’s move had reached him—his clones relayed everything. The false accusations, the smears, the way Fisk weaponized perception against him. The hospital, the shelte...
2025-03-19 11:24:22 +0000 UTC View PostJack’s clones moved like shadows through the city, each group heading toward their respective targets.
The group moving into Cody Felan’s territory immediately felt something was wrong. As they arrived, an eerie silence clung to the streets like a disease. Then, they saw them. Druggies.
Not just one or two. No...
2025-03-19 07:39:41 +0000 UTC View PostThe air in Fisk Tower was suffocating. For the first time in his reign, Wilson Fisk felt something foreign clawing at his chest—an emotion he refused to acknowledge.
It wasn't anger. It wasn't frustration. It was fear. A single man had dismantled half of his empire in less than a month. Half.
His trusted assassi...
2025-03-18 10:10:34 +0000 UTC View PostJack stroked his fake beard with exaggerated wisdom, his golden eyes gleaming with playful mischief as he stared down at Nick Fury and Maria Hill, still tied up before him.
Nick sat stiffly, watching Jack like one would observe a rabid animal—cautious, analyzing, waiting for the moment it would strike.
Hill was ...
2025-03-16 17:17:25 +0000 UTC View PostSorry guys, sorry for the delay in posting yesterday. I had a rough day and ended up in the hospital after crashing my bike, turn out crashing high side can really fuck me up. Anyway I’m back home now and feeling much better, I’ll start working on the next chapter right away. I tried yesterday with my phone, but its reall...
2025-03-16 07:05:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe conference room in the S.H.I.E.L.D secret base was dimly lit, the walls lined with monitors streaming various feeds from around the world.
In the center of the room stood Nick Fury, arms crossed, his one good eye sweeping over the holograms surrounding him. The World Security Council and key global leaders flickered...
2025-03-14 08:47:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe golden afternoon sun cast long shadows over Hell's Kitchen, painting the streets in shades of amber and crimson. Jack strolled through the bustling sidewalks, humming a tune with an exaggerated sway in his step.
Beside him, Natalie—the blonde secretary he had spared—clutched a thick folder of crime ledgers, her ...
2025-03-13 15:43:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning air in New York crackled with a nervous energy, television screens flickering in diners, taxis, and convenience stores alike as the latest breaking news blared from every station.
"Last night, the figure known as Jack Hou—now infamous for his brazen territorial takeovers—has once again expanded his c...
2025-03-13 06:31:05 +0000 UTC View PostBullseye ran through the empty streets, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against his ribs. His hands—his mutilated, broken, desecrated hands—throbbed with agony… Again. The pain was unbearable, but his pride? That was worse.
He needed a doctor. He needed reinforcements. He needed out. And the only place he co...
2025-03-12 17:45:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe night was dead. Cold, silent, and still. The Tracksuit Mafia had begun to relax their patrols. Jack Hou had done nothing for a week.
No territory claims. No public executions. No unscheduled brawls. Only silence. And silence breeds arrogance.
Inside the Tracksuit Mafia's warehouse base, William Lopez—leader ...
2025-03-12 11:21:25 +0000 UTC View PostJack's territory was stirring. Not from any major force—Just low-level thugs, little rats scurrying around, trying to shake things up.
Annoying. Not threatening. The clones handled them easily. A few cracked ribs, some dislocated shoulders, and suddenly the streets were calm again.
Jack stood in the middle of it...
2025-03-12 08:56:34 +0000 UTC View PostJack's clone stood casually, arms folded, head tilted as he stared down his opponents. "Come on now," the clone said, grinning. "I know you didn't come all this way alone. Bring out your plus one. No need to be shy."
A figure stepped out from the shadows—a woman, hesitant, timid.
Jack's golden eyes shimmered, pe...
2025-03-11 09:49:24 +0000 UTC View PostLast night inside Fisk Tower…
The mood inside was suffocating. The penthouse conference room, lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooked Hell's Kitchen like a throne above the city.
A long, obsidian-black table stretched across the room, occupied by the five remaining commanders of Wilson Fisk's empir...
2025-03-10 13:35:39 +0000 UTC View PostIn the morning. Every channel. Every station. Every goddamn media outlet in America. The entire country was tuned in. Across New York, televisions in bars, apartments, offices, and subways played the same footage.
The catalyst? Jack Hou. Or rather—his clones.
The footage showed them, brazenly walking through the...
2025-03-10 09:16:37 +0000 UTC View PostCaptain George Stacy sat at his desk, skimming through the latest case files. The faint hum of the precinct filled the air—detectives typing up reports, officers chattering over coffee, the occasional ringing phone.
But George? He felt like he was staring at a goddamn joke. A stack of half-assed investigation reports ...
2025-03-09 15:32:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe wreckage still smoldered, blood soaking into the asphalt. A graveyard of Marco Crusetti's ambition.
And at its center? Jack. One hand rested lazily on his staff, the other stretching toward Marco's head. Marco barely had time to breathe before—
BAM.
Jack slammed his skull against the twisted metal of h...
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