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Chapter - 4: Preparation Arc
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Amy Dallon POV
When my brother left my room, I couldn't help but keep staring at his broad back, still shocked by what he had just revealed to me.
I couldn't believe it.
Adam Dallon had powers.
It should've been something to celebrate—a miracle, even—considering that pretty much everyone knew he'd always been the only member of New Wave without any superhuman abilities.
But the fact that he was powerless had never made him invisible. He had always been there at our side (especially mine), supporting us in the best way he could, never once making us feel the weight of what he lacked.
He was as much a part of the team as the rest of us, even if no newspaper or PHO thread ever bothered to acknowledge it. Most of them were probably just jealous of how good he looked.
My brother was sexy.
There was no way to deny it, and no point in trying. It was a truth as evident and inescapable as gravity or the passing of time—something etched into the very structure of reality.
You could look away, pretend not to see it, but eventually, everyone noticed. He had that kind of effortless charm that couldn't be taught or faked: eyes that looked like they could read your soul, and a smile that made you forget how to speak.
If he had just had an interesting power—something flashy, something impressive—I was sure he would've been even more popular than Vicky, the textbook definition of a perfect girl.
I desperately tried to steer my thoughts away from his new biology. It was extraordinary—borderline unbelievable—and defied every known classification.
Every single aspect of it seemed designed to catch my attention, to pin my mind onto him like some kind of fixation. And that didn't help at all. If anything, it made everything worse.
Because the more I tried to ignore it, the more obvious it became just how easy it was for me to feel things I wasn't supposed to feel—about him.
It was like his new biology had torn down every rational barrier I had ever built. I knew clearly it wasn't just about physical attraction—though, to be honest, I already felt that too.
But there was more.
Something deeper. More visceral. Something that bypassed logic entirely. A tangled mess of emotion that writhed inside me, impossible to suppress.
And I... I kind of hated myself for it. Because I knew I should never see him that way.
Not him… not Vicky.
Adam looked so much like Vicky it was unsettling—like someone had taken her and crafted a perfect male counterpart.
And maybe that was exactly the problem. There was something deeply wrong about the way I felt... and yet, to my twisted, broken tastes, that similarity? I liked it.
Too much.
'What does he plan to do now?' I couldn't help but wonder. Becoming a hero ran in the family, but knowing him, he wasn't going to join New Wave.
I paused for a moment to reflect on that thought before nodding to myself. I had my own complicated feelings about being tied to New Wave, but his life had been far more peaceful than ours.
If he joined, he'd have to unmask, and I didn't blame him one bit for not wanting to. That made it easier for unaffiliated capes—or worse—to target you.
I wouldn't stop Adam from becoming an independent hero. But I would do everything in my power to keep my older brother alive and safe, no matter what.
Adam was one of the few sane things left in my life. Maybe even the only reason I hadn't broken yet—hadn't snapped and burned everything to the ground in this shitty world I lived in.
[Interlude]
Adam Dallon POV
After dropping Amy off at the hospital, I started wandering through the city. I had already decided to become a hero, but I preferred to delay my debut—I wanted to take a bit more time to fully assimilate the two active slots.
I knew that before doing anything, I absolutely needed to practice with my powers. And at that moment, I really wasn't in the mood to face actual criminals.
So I did the most obvious thing someone could do in a city like this: I started walking through the most dangerous areas of Brockton Bay. I avoided Empire Eighty-Eight's territory (E88), since every time I ran into one of their members, they acted strangely around me.
Anyway, I waited until a small group of thugs started staring at me from across the street. The usual type: bored, aggressive, looking for an easy opportunity to make some cash.
And to be honest, I couldn't even blame them.
With the way I was dressed, I looked exactly like the kind of guy who screamed, "I've got money and zero ability to defend myself." The exact type of prey that attracts sharks like them.
I changed direction.
Not too obviously—just enough to look casual, but clear that I was walking away. I led them toward a secluded alley, far from the crowd.
The perfect place for a little experiment. Nothing suspicious: just a regular guy taking a shortcut.
Of course, they took the bait.
I heard their footsteps behind me—first slow, relaxed, then gradually more confident. When I reached the alley, I stopped. Waited for them to get close enough, then made Golden Experience appear right in front of one of them—quick and silent.
And no reaction. It passed right through him, as if nothing was there. No flinch, no scream. Just a confused look when he found me standing still and calm in front of him.
So even regular humans without powers can't see it. Just like in its original universe. Naturally, I expected that, but a little paranoia never hurts.
I turned toward them, and Golden Experience did the same, fixing its gaze on the nearest thug. And in an instant, its fist flew—clean, precise—and drove straight into the first thug's stomach.
The guy's eyes widened, he staggered backward and collapsed to the ground like the floor had been ripped out from under him. He writhed, groaned, clutching his stomach with trembling hands.
But there were no bruises, no blood.
"What the hell—?!" one of the others shouted, confused. "Oh fuck, is he having a seizure?!" No. He was just experiencing the pleasure of receiving maximized sensory input.
Minimal pain, but perceived as torture. A simple tap? To him, it felt like being hit by a speeding car.The other three stared at me, confused and uncertain.
They didn't understand what had happened, but they were immediately on alert.
I approached the second one, this time without rushing. Golden Experience grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall. He screamed, obviously, from sheer panic—he couldn't see what or who had hit him.
One of the two remaining lunged at me, maybe thinking that taking me out would fix everything. Honestly, it wasn't even a bad idea on his part.
Too bad Golden Experience didn't even give him the chance to try. It threw another punch, this time right in the face. The guy flew backward like he'd been hit by a speeding truck, landing hard several meters away.
I turned to the last one. He had already started to back away, hesitant, panic trembling in his eyes. I walked toward him slowly, no rush. "Your choice," I said, my voice low but sharp. "You can pretend nothing happened and walk away… or stay and find out just how unbearable pain can get."
He didn't answer.
He ran. Faster than I expected.
I was left alone in the alley, with three guys still on the ground—confused, hurting, paralyzed by fear. Once they realized I wasn't paying them attention, they gathered what strength they had and ran off.
Good, I thought. The Stand works. But I still have a lot to learn. It went well, I guess. Ignoring the fact that I might have just wrecked that guy's mental health.
But he'll probably be fine.
The Stands behave exactly how they should—there hasn't been any nerf to them. Good to know. Unfortunately, I still don't know how they interact with people who are more deeply connected to their shards…
On another note, I just realized how full of energy I feel. Plus, my sight and senses are clearly much sharper than before.
My spatial awareness is incredible: I can sense people approaching just from their breathing, their footsteps, even from how the air shifts around them.
Adam's assimilation was progressing, and as a result, my body was naturally starting to surpass human limits. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen once it was complete—especially considering that the manga never really explored how much potential he still had to offer.
As for consumable items, I have two Power Boost cards, five background customization cards, and a Travel Ticket for the Shonen settings (low-level/one month).
The Travel Ticket allows me to spend one month in a shonen anime or manga that doesn't have extremely high power levels, and the biggest advantage is that in the meantime, time won't pass in this world.
I can go there at any point on that world's timeline, which could be useful to obtain something very powerful to use for myself.
I can't bring back living people, but I can only bring back objects. And some key elements of those worlds wouldn't work here, since of course things couldn't be that easy.
I found myself at a crossroads, with many options in front of me, but they all seemed to lead to uncertain outcomes. The most obvious choice, perhaps, would have been to visit the world of an anime where I could learn something concrete.
A place like Naruto or One Piece, where my body would adapt without issues to the laws of that universe, allowing me to use chakra or haki without needing to take on the identity of a character from that world.
An interesting option, sure, but not the only one. In reality, I already had Adam with his Divine Reflection. That ability allowed me to learn anything, all it took was a single glance.
I didn't need to travel to another world or receive a divine blessing to gain powers or knowledge. With Adam's Reflection, everything I needed was already within reach.
I just had to look. Just watch a few capes fight and observe carefully: their abilities. That was more than enough to make them mine.
It was one of the reasons I had decided to delay my debut—since the longer I waited, the more I could learn, and at the same time, I would become stronger to survive in this world.
And yet, this awareness raised a question that had been bothering me for a while: Medaka Box—was it really a mid-level world?
I couldn't shake the doubt. Maybe it wasn't. But curiosity pushed me to consider it, since the potential of a world like that shouldn't be underestimated.
And, if I had to be honest with myself, there was a part of me that wanted to see which of the two was really stronger: My Divine Reflection or Medaka Kurokami's ability The End.
And yet, despite the curiosity and the idea of facing something so extraordinary, I had to come to terms with a truth: I had many options to consider.
Apparently, the background customization card has two uses. The first is that I can use it together with the Travel Ticket, so that I get a coherent background in the world I'm transferring to, instead of arriving as a simple "drop-in." This should make everything much easier, especially for integrating without drawing too much attention.
And it has to be my summoning that uses that power, as long as it makes a minimum of logical sense. For example, I could make Peni pass as a parahuman Tinker, or say that Stocking is a Blaster/Shaker like my mother.
That would also solve the identity issue: I would have documents and a coherent backstory in the world I find myself in. I wouldn't need to keep inventing fake documents or justify where my subordinates come from... I mean, the harem.
The "Power Boost" cards explain themselves: they're used to enhance an ability, both in quality and quantity. Unfortunately, though, the Gacha never specifies exactly how big this enhancement will be.
I could save it for a better feed later, but I have two. And I need to know how it works. I can use it on my Vongola Hyper Intuition power, which honestly I don't really understand, aside from the regeneration.
Or I could focus on Golden Experience, hoping it evolves into Requiem, or I could wait and see if I can further enhance Adam's Divine Reflection, trying to push it beyond, to a higher level.
I stop walking and sit on a bench in a park, and decide not to use any card for now—at least until I had my next Gacha spin.
It's funny how I just realized how strong I could be paired with Amy, practically a match made in heaven, since I could create life and she could modify it at will.
While I'm sitting, I begin to think about when I'll summon Peni. She's my only summon who could help me go independent, given her knowledge as a Tinker.
And I'm not even saying that because I have some Asian fetish…
I'm already assimilating Giorno Giovanna and Adam.
For now, though, I can't take Macht and Stocking as subordinates, otherwise too many questions might come up—unless I use the background card to handle their situation.
Chromastone, on the other hand, was an obvious choice to assimilate.
The only one I wasn't sure about yet was Lyod, because he could turn out to be really useful as a subordinate.
And I can use the powers of these two to increase my personal strength. Make no mistake. If I had taken Bayonetta or Makima, I wouldn't hesitate to assimilate them both.
Hot women or not.
But there's nothing Peni would do that others couldn't do better. She can spy on most capes through spider bots, has excellent physical abilities, and a low-level cosmic foresight.
So, having her as my right hand isn't just about attraction—it's a strategic choice.
No sir.
But even with the background cards, I won't summon her now. I have to be strong enough, and above all I need to establish myself better in this world.
I can barely take care of myself—how am I supposed to have subordinates? At the very least, I should've waited until I fully assimilated a few more strong characters.
Another one of my items is a manual that explains in detail every aspect of the renewed Taekwoodo. Normally, I'd think it simply refers to a new martial art, if it didn't come from the God of High School universe, where power levels are something completely different.
I needed to start learning it as soon as possible—after all, I had a long list of higher-dimensional beings to kick the crap out of.
For that reason, without wasting any more time, I pulled it out of my inventory and started reading it, determined to absorb every single word as if my actual life depended on them.
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