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CHAPTER 335 VILLAIN AND OUT

    CHAPTER 335 VILLAIN AND OUT


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who are you!?” Nightwalker yelled as he punched me across the face. Waking me up I spit blood to the side as I groaned.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the fuck,” I said, shaking my head. I was handcuffed to a chair. Looking around I could feel the Spiritual Energy of a few other heroes in the dark room. Arms crossed, still in costume, they leaked fear and anger towards me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What did you do to Medici?!” Nightwalker roared. I shook my head, trying to get my bearings again. A look at my World Escape said I hadn’t been out very long. But it was enough time for them to knock me out and strap me in one of the cells of Sentry Tower. I looked at my newest notification.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Due to the nature of your role in this world as a Challenger, your


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    <span style="font-weight:400">quests will be updated to reflect the choices you have made.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Hero World Update:


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    <b>Viin</b>


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shit,” I said, reading it over and over. I hadn’t received a notification like this since My Hero Academia. And for some reason I didn’t really give a shit. These were not good heroes. Every single one of them deserved to be behind bars like their viin counterparts. Granted some viins were more heinous, but they were all scum in my eyes.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t do shit to Medici,” I lied.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Lie,” Truthsuitor said. <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh fuck you, Barney,” I said. That was his real name. “Why were you kicked off the Sentriesst time? For lying in court because Helios bribed you? Time before that, what was it again? Caught sending messages to underage kids?” Truthsuitor stiffened. One unofficial agreement in the Sentries was to not bring up their past sins. All was right with the Sentries, or at least that was how the saying went. Their creed that they said after every meeting or viin beaten.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“All of you can suck my nuts. Medici too, as she burns in hell,” I said. Looking around the room the heroes didn’t like this sort of talk. “What? Cat got your tongue there Feral Feline?” He was a half-man half-cat, full douche. “You get caught fucking the zoo’s tigerstely?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“That was grossly exaggerated,” he said, stepping forward. Lady Day stuck her hand out, stopping him.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weston, what is going on with you? What did Dr. Death do to you? We saw what happened to Medici. That wasn’t your power. Whatever it is that he did, we can-”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck you,” I said. My eyes locking onto hers. “All you people do is judge everyone not in your little club. Who was thest vignte that was showing you up? Jack-O-Lantern? Wore a pumpkin on his head, but no you thought he was a viin and ‘identally’ sent him to the hospital. Don’t give me that shit. That was the 4th vignte you all beat to hell because they wouldn’t join the Sentries. Because they didn’t mind talking about all the shit you all do behind everyone’s backs. Well I for one, am sick of it. Every one of you deserves to be behind bars. How many more hours ofmunity service do you have on your sentence, Missconception?” Her power was psychic rted, hence the stupid name. “Whose head did you make blow up again? That school teacher your ex-husband was banging?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“He has some psychic block on him,” she said. Her hand at her head as she tried to use her Power. I was extra d I had the Medium Psychic Resistance at that point.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am sick of this, and sick of all of you. If you haven’t guessed by now, I am done with the Sentries,” I said. My anger had been boiling for a while. With a groan I broke the chain of the handcuffs as my Berserker mode made me over twice as strong. “I’ll be taking my leave and if I-” I cut off as Nightwalker made a move for me.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Without hesitation I charged my fist with Nen and my Spark Power. Punching him in the face it crushed under the hit and he was thrown into the wall. The other’s backed up with the show of strength. Nightwalker was the 2nd strongest there, but this body was strong, and so was my Nen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I took a step toward them. The ones by the door flinched. I continued on, and they moved out of my way.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weston,” Lady Day said. I was almost surprised by the sadnessing from her, but I ignored it. Walking out the door I headed out of the holding cells and to the elevator. Going down to the ground floor my heart beat rapidly. Old me was ecstatic. I finally said what had been building up for such a long time. So many times he had held his tongue as they condemned viins for acts that weren’t far off from what the Sentries had done.


    <span style="font-weight:400">On the first floor I wasn’t met with any guards so I left. Ready to start my new life and figure out the changes to my Spark Power. That was when I received a quest.


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    <b>Hero World Quest:</b>


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Start your own viin group.


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    <b>Reward:</b>


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Spark


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Excited to have a new element to y with I decided to stick around for a while. This world could use an actual hero. If that meant ying a viin, then so be it.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">I moved through the hospital slowly. As my day persona of Weston Walker, I was visiting my parent’s hospital. Called Walker Hospital, my mother ran it. No one knew my secret identity as the old Chargefist. I had to keep reminding myself that I dropped that name, and would be known as Te when I started Hero work again. The Sentries had already released a statement that Chargefist was wanted in questioning for the disappearance of the hero Medici. They didn’t give up my true identity, as they never did. They probably thought I was being controlled and woulde back. I nned to never return.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Moving from room to room at the hospital I slowly began to learn how to work the new aspects of my Spark Power. Medici was right, it was like I was talking to their bodies. Different from my Haki, I could hear what I assumed were the electrical impulses of their bodies. Pain was a big one for a lot of the people. A constant throb that never stopped as they groaned or cried. The pain dulled by medication, the sluggish impulses moving through the patients was an echo in therge hospital as my Spark Power interacted with them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It took time, but I nned to slowly learn how to do what Medici could. Healing was always an OP power. I nned to learn all of it’s little attributes before moving onto the next world.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The power was weak of course, but as I yed with my Spark, I could make it do as I wished. Make people no longer hurt as I matched the electrical impulses of the mind and nerves. Slowly telling the body and the general area what to do. Heal this or that ailment, and to my utter joy, the bodies listened.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The first day at the hospital I spent focusing on 1 patient. He was in aa, and since I wasn’t exactly sure if my power would hurt someone, I felt he was the best guinea pig since he wasn’t conscious to feel the pain. He had been in a motorcycle ident and was a throbbing mess of damaged nerves and organs. I simply listened to his body. Learning all the minor details as my Spark power somehow tranted the pain to information for me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before the Forge, my Spark Power had always been an enigma. My mind knew how to call electricity. Coating my body in the yellow bolts of miniature lightning had been the easiest aspect, thus that was all I did. But current me had been ying with different powers for years. Learning their little tricks and tips. Using my Inner Eye to understand my powers at a base level. Granted I was always learning, but I had a lot more experience ying with powers than old me. So I was able to coat my body in electricity, gauge the power and strength of it, and charge it up so I could shoot it off like a true bolt of lightning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This new evolution of my power with Medici’s Forge, had added an aspect to my power I never thought possible. Instead of being able to turn the energy of my body into electricity, I could almost hear the electricity of other people. Tiny electrical impulses controlled the nervous system which controlled the body. Those micro-firings of neurons were speaking to me, and I was hearing them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I understood this the first day at the hospital, the second day I attempted to heal the man in aa as Medici had exined, but it was never that simple. It took another 2 days to get the right frequency to talk to the body. The channel or level of power that the nervesmunicated with was so low it was like whispering with my Spark. No, not whispering it was more like thinking. Where before I could talk and yell using my Spark, I had to basically use the wisp of an idea of power. It was an interesting trick to learn, powering down the ability. But as always, I figured it out.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">When I got to the power level to talk to bodies it took me another day to figure out the correct order for the body to follow. It wasn’t like I could think, heal. No, I had to monitor what the body was already doing trying to heal the damage, then match that order. Somehow my Spark tranted it, and I was slowly understanding thenguage it was speaking so I took it slow. Sending in a constant stream of power into theatose patient as I ordered his body to heal more rapidly. It was a grueling process but I eventually healed all ailments except for his mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The following day I moved to another room. This time it was a kid that had been in a car ident. I learned that the same orders I used on the first man worked on the kid. Which meant I wouldn’t have to relearn how to heal each person. I simply had to understand the one order to make them heal. This time it only took me half the day to heal him.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">I learned over the next few days that I could speed up the healing. I became morepetent and confident with the orders I was giving bodies. Making the healing order constant, then increasing the power from a thought to a whisper I was getting the hang of it. Thus increasing the speed at which they healed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">On the 8th day of my training I was able to heal someone’s broken arm in an hour. By the 9th I could walk into a room and almost sense what was wrong with someone by listening to their bodies. At that point I walked into a room with someone that had brain damage, but it was beyond me. I didn’t want to mess them up, so I gave up for the time being. Happy with my progress I took a break when the perfect distraction came along.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">I had been leaving the hospital when I ran into my actual favorite viin of the world. Her name was Justice. As the name implied, she could control ice. Light blue hair that was mostly gray, wearing a skintight bobsled uniform. She had an amazing body that jiggled with every movement. Labeled a viin because she did vignte work, what most people didn’t know was she targeted corrupt people and businesses.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The first time I ran into her was three years ago. She had been destroying a cop car when I found her. I had of course jumped in to fend her off. Ready to prove myself at all times. Hitting her with Sparks, she froze me and I had to be saved by Lady Day. It wasn’t tillter that I found out the officer she had been attacking had been involved in a domestic dispute. He had beaten his wife so bad she was flown to the nearest hospital.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Justice had given the abusive cop such bad frostbite that one of his nuts had to be removed. I didn’t condone that sort of thing, but the abused wife had recovered and I hadn’t heard anything from the officer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After that I held my hand when I was called in against Justice. She had attacked one insurancepany after they had refused to pay for damages for a fire. The damage to their building cost them thousands of dors and brought to light their shady practices. The family was paid and she moved on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Always at the center of things. It got to the point that I was the first to rush to her crime scenes. Almost an unwritten agreement between her and I. I would let her do her business. Damage whatever she felt she needed to, to draw attention to some wrongdoing. Before she left I would lock eyes with her. She would give me a nod, and I would chase her off. I always said she just barely got away, and she hadn’t been caught once.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This time she was freezing the wall of arge apartment building. I came upon her and watched for a bit as she flew around, shooting ice at the side of the building. Studying her as she flew this way and that. Blue beams of freezing cold sts escaping her like a flying Elsa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she noticed me she didn’t head down right away. But as she dropped to cover every inch of the building in ice she came within a story of me. Locking eyes I smiled and gave her a slight nod. She must have understood the signal because she smiled wide at me. Blushing as she began to drop down I wondered if she really did know who I was. The only part of my costume I had worn to hide my identity was a white mask. It wasn’t like it was impossible to guess my secret identity.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As she got closer my heart began to beat faster as she moved in. Then Lady Day ruined the moment as she flew toward us. Firing her sr beams at the ice to melt it. The 2 women began to st one another. Justice hitting Lady Day hard with the ice beam, Lady Day began to glow white. Then a blinding sh went out.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Though my eyes were closed, even I had trouble seeing once the sh left. When I opened my eyes again, Lady Day was hitting Justice hard into the cement. I didn’t hesitate to step in. Growing angry I moved toward her and tried to hit Lady Day. She dodged, flying away.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weston?!” She yelled. “What are you doing?” <span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Helping Justice,” I said. “Get the hell out of here, Lady Day.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t do that,” she said. Her Haki all over the ce I couldn’t lock onto what she was feeling.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes you can,” I said. Ignoring her I helped Justice up. She wasn’t overly hurt, but this wasn’t the time to talk. Passing her a note she sted Lady Day and flew off. I hoped she would notice the small piece of paper, but only time would tell.
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