The streets were quiet. Too quiet. Jack stood still, unmoving, his black-and-gold robes swaying slightly in the breeze. The sun hung high, casting long shadows over the convoy of black SUVs.
The driver stepped forward, face twisted in annoyance. He was an older man, rough around the edges, the kind of guy who had been i...
2025-03-07 09:42:17 +0000 UTC View PostJack stepped out of the steaming bath, shaking the water from his long hair like a dog. His body was fresh, his skin smooth—no sign of the wounds he'd taken last night.
No gashes from Logan's claws. No bruises from their vicious exchange. It was as if the fight had never happened. Jack flexed his fingers, rolling his ...
2025-03-06 09:51:41 +0000 UTC View PostThe first thing Jack felt was warmth. Not the scorching, suffocating kind. The gentle kind. The kind that kisses your skin instead of burning it.
Jack opened his golden eyes. The morning sun hovered over New York, blanketing the city in gold. The wind whistled softly around him, rustling his hair.
For a brief mome...
2025-03-06 05:52:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe wind screamed past him, tearing through his robes as Jack weaved between cars, dodging police sirens in the distance. His prize—Logan's motorcycle—rumbled beneath him, its engine purring like a restless beast.
Jack grinned, his golden eyes flickering in the rearview mirror. The cops were persistent, but they wer...
2025-03-05 15:14:40 +0000 UTC View PostThe Danger Room doors hissed open. Jack stepped out, his black-and-pink hanfu in tatters, stained with blood—both his and Logan's. His golden eyes flickered under the fluorescent lights as he strolled into the hallway, stretching his arms like he had just finished a casual sparring session.
Behind him, the X-Men desce...
2025-03-05 09:19:17 +0000 UTC View PostJack stood, stretching his arms. His black-and-pink hanfu flowed behind him as he turned toward Logan, who was still leaning against the doorway. Logan's arms were crossed, his usual scowl in place.
Jack grinned, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, Badger. Let's see if you're really made of adamantium—" He paused dramati...
2025-03-05 07:01:25 +0000 UTC View PostThe room was tense. Logan’s fists were still clenched, his breathing just slightly heavier than normal. Hank adjusted his glasses. Storm’s gaze flickered with curiosity. And Xavier? He had a lot of questions—but more than that, he had a feeling that dealing with this young man was going to be... difficult.
He deci...
2025-03-04 05:00:42 +0000 UTC View PostThe Gorani Insurance Building loomed over the streets of Germany, its polished glass reflecting the afternoon sun.
Inside a luxury car, Tony Stark sat, legs crossed, smirking. Beside him, Pepper Potts sighed, rubbing her temples. "Alright, Tony. Let's try to be professional about this. We're already too late to make a g...
2025-03-02 17:52:34 +0000 UTC View PostJack sat comfortably, still sipping his tea, as if he hadn't just dismantled an underground empire and forced its leader into submission. The atmosphere in the room had changed. Where there was tension before, now there was determination.
Jack exhaled, setting his cup down. Then, he grinned. "Alright, listen up. From no...
2025-03-02 17:15:06 +0000 UTC View PostJack sat comfortably on the floor, lazily swirling his tea, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. The tension in the room was thick, but Jack? Unbothered.
He grinned. "It's okay."
Alessa furrowed her brows.
Jack tilted his head, listening to the echoes of battle from his clones. "They're weaklings anyway....
2025-03-02 09:18:07 +0000 UTC View PostMadame Gao took a slow, deep breath. She needed to compose herself. Before her sat a Sage of K'un-Lun. And in the eyes of a being like that, she and her entire organization were nothing. Trying to deceive him would be pointless.
She would have to speak the truth. "Yesterday," she began, her voice steady but cautious, "K...
2025-03-02 07:44:18 +0000 UTC View PostStark Tower – 10:15 AM
Tony Stark was never a morning person. Which was a shame, considering how often Pepper Potts insisted on dragging him out of bed for things like meetings, press conferences, or court-mandated responsibility.
Today was one of those days.
"Tony," Pe...
2025-03-02 06:19:41 +0000 UTC View PostA new day dawned over Hell's Kitchen. For the first time in years, the territory felt… different. Safer. Jack's clones had spent the night cleaning up.
Some of the former gangsters had tried to make a break for it—stealing cash, guns, even drugs from their old warehouse.
They didn't get far. Jack's clone...
2025-03-02 05:23:49 +0000 UTC View PostJack walked through the streets, hands tucked into his sleeves, his golden eyes lazily scanning his surroundings. Even outside his claimed territory, the city felt the same.
The streets of New York were always filled with people—some minding their business, some up to no good.
And right now? Jack felt eyes on hi...
2025-03-01 17:58:28 +0000 UTC View PostThe air inside the warehouse was still thick with tension. Jack tapped his staff against the ground, his golden eyes scanning the gang members who remained after his grand declaration.
"Alright, listen up," Jack said, stretching his arms lazily. "Now that you're in my territory, you need new jobs."
The gangsters e...
2025-03-01 15:52:06 +0000 UTC View PostJack 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 and dented 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?"...
2025-02-28 10:48:41 +0000 UTC View PostJack leaned back against the low wooden table, arms crossed, expression completely serious. Yao—the Ancient One—sat across from him, tea cup still in hand, listening patiently as Jack wrapped up yet another absurd story.
"—and that's why I would advise you to never run from the IRS."
Silence.
Jack took...
2025-02-28 10:47:48 +0000 UTC View PostJack let out a deep sigh, stretching his arms as he stood alone in the middle of the road, the city's neon lights still flickering behind him.
His lips curled slightly. "So, there is a Charles in this world, huh?"
He tilted his head in thought. "Well, that makes things more interesting."
Then his smile dropp...
2025-02-28 02:29:52 +0000 UTC View PostJack sat cross-legged on the cold rooftop, his expression calm, his posture lazy. The city lights of New York flickered in the background, painting a golden glow on his face.
Across from him, the assassin leader sat frozen, his body perfectly still—not because he was tied up, but because he literally couldn't move. 2025-02-27 06:06:20 +0000 UTC View Post
Jack darted through the rooftops of New York City, moving like a phantom, his steps silent, his speed unnatural. But unlike someone who was escaping in fear—he was giggling like a little girl.
"Kekekekekekeke!"
He held Tony Stark's middle finger armor piece in his grip, twirling it in the air like a prized artif...
2025-02-27 02:48:09 +0000 UTC View PostJack sat at the wooden dining table, his expression unnaturally calm, his movements precise as he placed his chopsticks down.
For the first time in seven years, the table wasn't covered in sad piles of boiled weeds.
No.
It was glorious.
Meats of all kinds—roasted duck, braised pork belly, grilled lam...
2025-02-26 17:49:05 +0000 UTC View PostWeeks had passed. Jack's body had recovered from his last brutal beating, his muscles stronger than ever, his reflexes sharper.
But more importantly? He had a new spell. The Body Freezing Spell. He hadn't told his master yet—he wanted to keep it as his secret weapon. Right now, though, there was only one thing on his ...
2025-02-26 17:48:25 +0000 UTC View PostCRACK!
Jack's body hit the ground for what felt like the millionth time, his ribs screaming in protest.
His master stood above him, completely unfazed, hands still tucked behind his back like he hadn't just sent Jack flying with a single strike.
Jack groaned, rolling onto his stomach. "This… is getting old...
2025-02-26 17:47:43 +0000 UTC View PostJack grinned, rolling his shoulders as he faced the old man in the courtyard. "So, Master Perv, you really wanna throw hands?"
The old man stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back, not even bothering to get into a stance. "I told you before—address me properly."
Jack cracked his knuckles, ignoring him. "Alrig...
2025-02-26 17:47:06 +0000 UTC View PostJack staggered through the streets, each step heavier than the last.
The adrenaline from the fight with the kids had already faded, leaving behind a dull, throbbing pain across his body.
Bruises blossomed along his ribs, his knuckles ached, and there was a nasty cut on his eyebrow that kept dripping blood into his...
2025-02-26 17:46:28 +0000 UTC View PostJack stared at the reflection in the puddle.
The face that looked back at him wasn't his.
The fuck?
His eyes widened as he leaned closer, rainwater dripping down his new features. His cheekbones were sharper, his skin smoother, his jawline not quite the same.
His old face had been rougher—a lifetime ...
2025-02-26 17:45:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe banquet hall was alive with golden light, decorated with red silk banners and hanging lanterns that swayed gently from the ceiling. Round tables, covered in white tablecloths, were already set with expensive porcelain dishes stacked high with delicacies—Peking duck, steamed fish, drunken chicken, all the works.
Th...
2025-02-26 17:44:57 +0000 UTC View PostJack strolled through the bustling Chinatown night market, humming to himself, hands tucked in his pockets, occasionally snatching a free snack from vendors who either loved him or were too scared to say no.
The smell of sizzling meat skewers, fresh baozi, and cheap cigarettes mixed in the air as neon signs flickered, p...
2025-02-26 17:43:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe alley behind the market stank of old fish, rotting vegetables, and desperation. Jack Hou Wu stood at the dead end, hands in his pockets, a lazy grin on his face. Behind him, a half-broken wooden cart leaned against the wall, and next to it, tied to a post, was a scraggly-looking goat chewing on a piece of plastic.
B...
2025-02-26 17:42:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe group screamed in unison, their horses galloping at full speed, hooves pounding against the cold dirt as the frost troll thundered behind them, shaking the very ground with each monstrous step.
Dorian, gripping Regis's reins tightly, yelled over the wind. "Come on, buddy, I believe in you!"
Then, he turned his...
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