Ronan woke up to a gentle sound of Z saying, "Warning: Battery level 19%."

He sighed, pushing the sleep out of his eyes. "Not again," he murmured, swinging his leg over the side of the bed. He pushed himself up, his mind still heavy with the nightmare.

He walked over to dressing table, where he could see a compartment underneath. Inside was a a small reactor—a source of energy which charges the battery for his heart. Taking a deep breath, Ronan grabbed the glowing new battery.

As he sighed, he pressed a button on his chest, and the old battery slowly slipped out. He swiftly shifted it, hearing a reassuring growl as it closed inside him.

"Let this day begin," he told herself, feeling a surge of energy flow through him.

He went to the dinner table, where a small drone hovered silently, his presence detected by his sensors. Soon it brought a steaming cup of coffee, and sweet smells filled the air. A high-tech tablet—godly technology for superpowered beings like him—had arrived.

Ronan took the tablet, gulping down the burst of nourishment that flooded his system. "Much better," he said, sipping his coffee, warmth spreading through it.

After finishing his meal, he went to the bathroom, the wind turning sharply as he turned on the bathroom. The warm surface washed away the weight of sleep and the world.

Looking at the reflection in the dark mirror of the bathroom door, he admired his upper body, a testament to years of training—muscles honed and defined. His mechanical heart, an engineering marvel visible through translucent flesh. It was not just a vessel for life; It was a source of energy and strength, a reminder of what had become of himself.

Stepping out of the bathroom, drops of water dripping down his skin, he walked into the closet. He opened it, finding an array of greasy tools. A sphere flashed with energy.

Ronan reached for it, and the orb transformed into a compact suit of armor that flowed over his body like liquid metal. "Perfect," he murmured, appreciating the familiar embrace of the suit.

As he finished getting ready, he felt a sense of anticipation build within him. Just then, a small drone zipped into the room, carrying a set of bike keys. It hovered in front of him, waiting patiently.

"Thanks," Ronan said, taking the keys with a nod.

Opening the door, the world outside greeted him with fresh air. To his right, his bike—a sleek black machine—glided toward him, its self-driving capabilities engaging. As he approached, the bike responded, positioning itself perfectly for him to mount.

Once on the bike, the suit's technology added a matching helmet to complete his look. With a click, he activated the self-start mechanism. The bike roared to life beneath him, its low growl hinting at raw power.

He pulled out his phone and called Alex. "Hey, I'll pick you up."

"Sure," Alex replied, his voice crackling through the speaker. "But we need to head to the camp first. The college is planning some outdoor training."

Ronan's heart sank slightly as he realized he had missed the notification about the training session. "Right. I'll get us there," he said, mentally adjusting his plans.

As Ronan tore down the road, the visor of his helmet flickered to life with a notification from Z. "The bus is in a little trouble," Z informed him.

"Great," Ronan muttered. "We need to speed up. Hang on tight and don't move an inch."

With a firm twist of the throttle, the bike shot forward and the speedometer flew up to 300 km/h. The world around them blurred as Ronan deftly weaved through traffic.

As they approached the scene, the bus was sitting precariously on the side of the road, surrounded by masked and terrified students. Ronan knew that time was of the essence. He stopped the bike, the tires fell to the asphalt, and raised his arms. As if summoned out of thin air, the gun formed from liquid of his suit into his hand. He aimed and fired, the bullet striking one of the perpetrators in the leg.

The masked men turned, shock evident in their eyes. "Who the hell are you?" one shouted, his bravado faltering.

"Just a guy who doesn't like bullies," Ronan replied coolly, his helmet retracting to reveal his fierce expression.

Without hesitation, he shot the man he had injured in the head, the sound echoing like thunder. The other men opened fire, but Ronan was faster. He grabbed the body of the fallen man, using it as a shield from fire of their guns.

He quickly grabbed the knife of the body and threw it at one of the attackers. The blade struck true, plunging into the man's head. Blood exploded in a fierce spray, briefly distracting the remaining mob.

One of the masked men turned, his face draining of color as he recognized Ronan. "No way," he breathed.

"Where's your gang leader?" Ronan demanded, his voice low and dangerous. The man, suddenly terrified, pointed shakily to a figure at the back of the group.

Ronan closed his distance from the leader, lifting his neck effortlessly. "I don't play games on my first day," he said, his eyes cold and unmoving. Just then the heavily armored tank-like car stopped, its engines roaring. With a swift motion, Ronan hurled the leader toward the trunk of the vehicle, where he was caught and taken away by the car, leaving chaos in his wake.

With blood splattered across his clothes, Ronan turned toward the students and teachers, a warm, reassuring smile breaking through the intensity of the moment. "Are you all alright?" he asked, his tone kind yet commanding.

The students and teachers, shaken but relieved, looked up at him with wide eyes, their fear transforming into admiration. from that moment on, Ronan Arcanwell wasn't just a name associated with terror; He was a hero who came to their rescue.

As the dust settled and the chaos began to disappear, Alex made his way to Ronan, a mixture of worry and disbelief written on his face. He glanced at Ronan, taking in the blood splatter on his clothes.

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"Ronan, you're all bloody now," Alex said, shaking his head slightly. "Looks like all that time you spent readying yourself went to waste."

Ronan chuckled softly, the tension easing. "Maybe, but it was worth it to save them," he replied, gesturing to the students and teachers. "A little blood won't matter"

Alex raised an eyebrow, half concerned. "You could have just called for help."

"Where's the fun in that?" Ronan shot back with a playful grin, despite the gravity of the situation. "Besides, I can handle myself."

Alex admires Ronan's confidence. "I guess so," he said, looking around at the faces of those he saved. "But seriously, ever since you came there is only action?"

"Let's say this is only beginning," Ronan replied, his expression serious. "There's a lot more to come."

"I can see that. But just remember, I'm not ready for any more bloodshed," Alex said, his voice steady yet laced with concern.

"Neither am I," Ronan assured him, the weight of their new reality settling between them. "But sometimes, it's unavoidable."

As the sounds of sirens approached in the distance.

"Hands where I can see them! You're under arrest!" one officer barked, leveling his weapon at Ronan.

While the officer recited the standard protocol, Ronan strode forward, locking eyes with him. The intensity of his gaze sent unease through the officer. "You sure you want to do this, officer?" Ronan asked, his voice steady and low.

Alex, standing a few feet away, felt a chill run down his spine at Ronan's unwavering confidence. He glanced between the police and Ronan, his heart racing. This was the man he admired, but now he was witnessing a different side—someone who seemed ready to face the authorities without a hint of fear.

The officer hesitated, the weight of Ronan's presence palpable. "Let's have a word, okay?" he finally said, uncertainty creeping into his tone.

"Seems like you're trying to cover up your mistake," Ronan replied smoothly, stepping closer, his demeanor shifting from calm to commanding. "Instead of acknowledging me as a hero for saving these kids, you want to charge me with the murder of four terrorists? The very ones I took down to protect them?"

Alex felt his breath catch. He wanted to intervene but he was frozen in place, because he knows he can't do anything.

Ronan took a deliberate step forward, and the officer instinctively backed away. "They were armed, officer. I acted in defense of innocent lives. What makes you think I can't take out two officers right here and now?" His voice carried a weight that was hard to ignore.

Alex's heart raced as he watched the officer's resolve crumble. Fear flickered in the officer's eyes, and Alex couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and concern for Ronan. This wasn't just bravado; Ronan was ready to stand his ground against anyone, even the police.

The officer swallowed hard, his grip on the weapon wavering. "You could have been mistaken," Ronan continued while gesturing to the blood splattered across his clothes. "It's not my blood; it's theirs." The realization washed over the officer, they thought Ronan was weak since all the violence was committed by Alpha not Ronan. But now they have realised Ronan was not normal either.

With a defeated sigh, the officers exchanged glances, their bravado quickly fading. They began to pull away, opting to handle the police formalities regarding the kidnapping rather than confront the power standing before them.

As the officers went away with the bodies, Alex exhaled a breath and turned to Ronan. "That was intense," he said,"You really scared them huh."

Ronan, still bloodied and imposing, looked at Alex with a faint smirk. "Sometimes, fear is the best way to ensure safety," he replied, a glint of something dark and knowing in his eyes.

Alex nodded slowly, as the tension and the adrenaline reduced, Ronan turned to Alex with a smirk. "Well, looks like my first day in college flopped again," he said, shaking his head.

Alex laughed, softening the moment. "I guess that's one way to make an entrance" he replied.

Ronan chuckled, feeling lighter. "Who knew my first day would be about saving the day? Not quite what I expected."

"I don't think anyone saw this coming," Alex said, still smiling. "Most people just worry about fitting in. You, on the other hand, just scared off the bad guys and the police."

Ronan shrugged, a grin spreading across his face. "Just another day for me, right? Just call me Ronan Arcanveil."

Alex nudged him playfully. "At least now we have a wild story to tell."

"Yeah, the day I became a college legend," Ronan said, laughing. "But honestly, I'd prefer a quieter college life from now on."

"Same here," Alex said, still chuckling. "Maybe we can aim for less drama and more study sessions?"

Ronan nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "As long as there's coffee, I'm in."

After sharing a laugh with Alex, Ronan straightened up and said, "Z, activate blood cleanup function."

As soon as he spoke, a soft hum filled the air. Ronan felt a strange sensation as the blood on him began to dissolve and float away, leaving his skin clean and unmarked.

Just then, Celia approached, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. She playfully tugged on his ear, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Not a single day of peace you've given me, Ronan!"

Ronan winced slightly but couldn't suppress a grin. "You know I like to keep things interesting."

Celia rolled her eyes, though a hint of a smile crept onto her lips. "Interesting? More like chaotic! What were you thinking, getting into a fight with armed men right before our first day?"

"I thought I was just being helpful," Ronan replied, shrugging innocently. "Besides, I had to save the students and teachers."

"Sure, but you could've let the police handle it," she said, her tone softening. "You really know how to attract trouble, don't you?"

"Maybe," he admitted, "but I also know how to handle it."

Celia sighed, letting go of his ear and crossing her arms. "Just promise me you'll try to stay out of trouble… at least until after the first day of classes?"

Ronan nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "No promises, but I'll do my best."

Celia's expression shifted from irritation to concern as she added, "We tortured the man you caught and found out he was hired by the black market. But we don't know who's behind it."

Ronan's demeanor darkened, a cold edge to his voice as he replied, "Since we know where they originated from, why not destroy the entire black market?"

Alex, who had been listening quietly, shifted uneasily. "Ronan, that's… extreme. Are you really considering that?"

"Do you remember what I said at the summit?" Ronan continued, his gaze steely. "If someone offends me, I will catch them, find out where they belong, and destroy it. Since we know he belongs to the black market, let's make an announcement using Alpha."

Celia frowned, sensing the weight of his resolve. "What kind of announcement?"

Ronan took a deep breath, his voice chillingly calm. "Say that the black market tried to hurt his right-hand man, Ronan. I want every country with a black market to patch things up with me by visiting me at the company. Or else their countries will be wiped off."

Alex's eyes with disbelief. "You can't be serious! You're talking about annihilating countries not one. Isn't that going too far?"

"Fear is a powerful motivator," Ronan said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "They'll see it's in their best interest to come to me. If they don't, they'll learn what happens to those who cross me."

"Ronan, this isn't just a game," Alex pressed, his voice rising slightly. "You're talking about real people's lives."

Ronan says "I already did my first day. Did you really think that annihilating a country was done without Killing anyone."

Celia sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Ronan when he was like this.

Ronan's expression hardened as he looked between them. "I warned the world already. It's up to them if they want to live or not. The black market started this game with me, and if they lose, they must pay the price."

As Alpha's announcement echoed throughout the world, chaos ensued. Leaders scrambled; their faces etched with panic as they realized the magnitude of the threat.

In hushed offices, some leaders made urgent calls to pressure the shadowy figures of the black market, while others searched for answers, desperate to ascertain whether such operations existed within their borders.

Citizens, gripped by fear, took to the streets, frantically trying to uncover any trace of the black market in their communities, hoping to protect themselves from the looming danger.