Chapter 04 Epic throwdown! Best fight in the book
<span style="font-weight:400">When I came to, I was in a clearing with nine other people. We all stare at each other for about a second. I noticed a few people had selected items that would be good for me. My mind reeled as I thought of all the uses of a set of Mandalorian armor before I felt my leg buckle. My shin bone decides the amount of weight settling on it is too much and snaps. I go down like a sack of potatoes and can’t tell what else is happening around me because I pass out from the pain.
<span style="font-weight:400">I woke up a weekter in the hospital. I was told a gigantic fight had happened right where I was found and if not for the regeneration I would have most likely died from someone punching my unconscious body. When I could finally check with a diagnostic touch I knew how close I hade to death in the first few seconds of my new life.
<span style="font-weight:400">Several of my organs were still being repaired from rupturing. I had several blockages in my blood vessels which would cause necrosis in my toes if not handled and the bone break had started to heal incorrectly. They had life and death issues to deal with and thought they could wait to worry about realigning my leg but my LSH regeneration had already started refusing my bone.
<span style="font-weight:400">The few times I made eye contact with the nurses I knew my situation was bad from the wincing away and breathless gasps that would escape from their mouths. Seeing someone truly ugly isn’t a verymon urrence. The messy facial scar that looked like an incorrectly healed axe wound let me know why they tried to not make eye contact.
<span style="font-weight:400">Over the next few weeks I stayed in bed recovering. I used biomatter control to start handling the negative problems inside my body I found through diagnostic touch. I learned I could store the burned fat in energy storage but I would lose some of the energy slowly over time. Healing the brain blockage first the sudden knowledge of the brain blockage reemerged and I couldn’t help but thank my lucky stars the negative traits I selected could be countered by my own powers.
<span style="font-weight:400">At the moment I could only work with about five pounds of biomatter before my concentration would break and I’d have to wait a few hours before I was ready to work. Thankfully that concentration wasn’t the same as the mental concentration I needed for telekinesis.
<span style="font-weight:400">My condition finally improved enough for them to re break and set my leg properly. I spent a considerable chunk of biomass to fix it quickly and before I knew it I had already lost over a hundred pounds. Cleaning arterial build up in my blood vessels wasn’t expensive but every improvement slowly added up to that much.
<span style="font-weight:400">To fix my facial deformity I would have to cut off the affected area and I did so slowly over the course of a few days to make sure I wouldn’t leave an open bloody wound before I ran out of concentration. Over the next month I lost the remainder of the weight and fixed the remaining problems in my body. I had gone from 5 foot to 6, put on forty pounds of muscle and although I couldn’t tell I knew I was close it was not at peak human in all my physical stats.
<span style="font-weight:400">News came in on what exactly happened the day I was brought here. Apparently outside several major cities groups of ten people had shown up and in most cases immediately began fighting. I seemed to have gotten off lucky as about five seemed to have miscalcted their traits and killed themselves before anyone else could.
<span style="font-weight:400">If you cranked strength to peak superhuman and didn’t spend any on endurance your body would explode the first time you tried to use your powers. Several other people had the same problem with powers or equipment they had purchased. The idiot who selected an ironman suit was stuck inside because the suit connected with Tony Stark''swork and it shut itself down from unauthorized use.
<span style="font-weight:400">More than ten percent of the 100 were killed the first day. More than half were already dead by the first month. People got their powers then thought they could use them without any repercussions. Any that were one trick ponies themselves often ended up dead because they went against someone with a well rounded set of skills and didn’t ount for help they would get.
<span style="font-weight:400">The super heroes would call for backup and the viins would have henchmen to also fight in most cases. It doesn’t matter if you can stop bullets like mao if someone in a clown costume can sneak up on you with a bat and bash your head in before you can do anything. Three different people showed up at Titans tower to try and fuck Raven and all three ended up dead.
<span style="font-weight:400">Anyone with a mind control power was flushed out by Charles and just like above stated were captured and locked away or killed during the fight. The same plot armor that protected most heroes and viins wasn’t given to us neers. The few that went and made a name for themselves had joined a group in the first week. Just about everyone who joined the Justice League was still alive.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was at least those whose values aligned with the Justice League. Any that thought they could antihero their way through viins and their henchman were crippled or killed by those said viins. The absolute clusterfuck of knowledge brought into the world from people with an outside view had done significantly more damage.