Bulldozing his way through the collapsing building, Robert literally smashed any possible obstacles on his way up, be it metal or concrete. Such a ruthless approach caused even more destruction in the underground facility. Through all his cycles Rob periodically wondered what the reason for those trembles and following demolition of the place was. Not that there was a main wall, ruining of which might cause such a result. On the other hand, with so many projects and dangerous inventions, it wasn’t surprising that some of them could explode, leading to this outcome.
Unfortunately, Rob’s timing of appearance was already set in stone, making him face the aftermath. Sometimes quite literally, when another block fell on his head, crushing against the tougher material. But at this point, Robert had enough familiarity with his new body to know what could damage it. Therefore, charging through the debris and ignoring potential superficial wounds that would disappear in no time, he quickly reached the needed corridor… only to find it empty. Pausing for a moment, Rob turned his head toward the nearest door that led to the laboratory. Still closed, it had an opposite state in his memory.
Am I too early? Hmm, I thought I got there without any delays…
Pondering for a few seconds, Robert decided simply to break his way inside. However, the moment he raised his fist, the metal slid to the side, opening a view of a small group. Dressed in formal dark gray suits and wearing dark glasses despite being indoors, they looked exactly like typical government agents from movies. Moreover, carrying armed automatic rifles, they were prepared for the battle, ableist not the one that they were forced into so suddenly as Rob’s body was already stepping forward. An instant later his palm collided with the face of the nearest man.
What looked like just a slap simply shattered the jaw and part of the skull, sending the agent flying back into the laboratory. Rob’s eyes focused on the next target. Gripping the barrel of the aimed rifle and ignoring a short burst in the chest, Robert squeezed the metal. A moment later the gun exploded when the bullet couldn’t find a way out, causing a loud bang and disorienting everyone, except Rob. Thrusting with remnants of the rifle, he pierced the neck of the shooter before proceeding with two quick swings, killing two more agents. It left him with a big guy with a “tickling” device and an expressionless woman who seemed to be someone important.
The weapon only started to charge, glowing with sinister violet light when Robert threw the dented rifle. Barely rotating in the air, it almost teleported to its target, reappearing in the face of the big man. There was a short pause before the agent realized the presence of the foreign object in his head. Then his eyes lost focus, and he collapsed like a broken doll, losing all energy at once. This was the moment when the woman hit Robert in the chest in a perfectly executed jump kick. However, making a single step back, Rob only smiled, barely feeling anything.
“Why don’t you say something about being not registered, bitch?”
Glancing on the floor with her dead colleagues, she for the first time changed her expression into pure hatred. Almost roaring with anger, she launched forward, making a few quick strikes with her fists before trying a low kick. A mistake that led to self-damage, as Robert reacted in time. Pushing his weight to the maximum, he blocked half of the punches but managed to create a spike from the obsidian steel that penetrated her leg during the attack.
Crying from pain, the woman almost tumbled, losing her balance. However, Rob was already there, extending his helping hand. Quite literally, his palm gripped her neck before raising her in the air. The woman tried to kick him, to tear his fingers, to save her. Still, despite her clearly superhuman strength, it wasn’t enough. The flesh could only do so much against the steel. On the other hand, it gave Robert the ability to see her without that cold and stern mask. Fighting for her life, she dropped all her acts, focusing solely on survival.
Somehow, it even increased her attractiveness. Very tall, with blonde hair tied in a bun, she wasn’t a regular beauty. Pretty, but nothing extraordinary, she had the figure of a trained athlete rather than a model with only her long legs standing out. Her formal attire with a black skirt, blouse, and a blazer tried to hide it, but Rob could notice it. Of course, it could be just his male instincts kicking in after an unknown time of his undesired celibate. Even her choice of military boots that made a few kicks in his groin area fit her wild persona perfectly. All this made Rob reevaluate her.
“Well, you are quite a thing… Would ask you on a date, but it seems this isn’t the proper time and circumstances. So, I will just ask a few questions and let you go. Blink a few times if you understand.”
Seeing nothing but rage in her brown eyes, Robert sighed, mentally noting that it would be a problem to convince her to cooperate with him. Unfortunately, he dearly underestimated the obstacles in this way as just a few seconds later the familiar figure of the demonic creature appeared in the corridor, dragging an unconscious teenager. His phrase sounded exactly the same as it was at their first meeting.
“Stop right there!”
“Oh, you are already here. Thought I had more time… It seems this route is closed for questioning, while I think I already exhausted others,” Robert sighed, redirecting his attention toward the super in the form of a monster from Hell. Obviously, he didn’t change from their previous meeting – the same bony torso with visible muscles and ribs under the dark red skin, massive tail with a spiked ball, glowing with yellow light vertical eyes, hole instead of a nose, and the most standard thing for the most of predatory-looking creatures – huge toothy maw.
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“Sorry, horny pedo, the woman is mine… Okay, I changed my mind – catch her,” Pausing for a moment after a short consideration, Robert widely smiled, giving a time for Demonologist to process his words. The superhero even shot a glance toward the unconscious figure of the teenager before immediately releasing his grip as if the contact suddenly became painful. Rob used this opportunity to tighten the grip, instantly breaking the neck of the barely struggling agent in one motion. In the next moment, he threw her limp body toward the demonic creature.
Such a pity… But we will meet again, I guess…
“Or catch me, moron!” Adding the last part with a loud shout, Robert sprinted in the opposite direction from the superhuman. The terrifying cry reached him in a few seconds. Consisting of the anger, horror from the loss, and overwhelming sadness, it was filled with emotions to the brink. The emotions that needed a way out. And the way it got, forming an unstoppable desire for revenge.
Might be a mistake. Oh, well, I need to see the capabilities of someone, who is called one of the most powerful superheroes according to Dr. Black… White? No, Brown, yes, Brown… Previously, we only reached a second stage when that small bastard interrupted everything.
“Abaddon, come!”
Yeah, I might have overdone it…
Running through the cracked corridor, Robert quickly got to the emergency stairs. Not halting his sprint, he simply crashed into the closed door, destroying the obstacle at once. Falling down and almost ruining the staircase, Rob paused for a second to catch the balance. However, it was the moment when he heard something akin to a train that was pushing itself through the clearly too narrow space with stubbornness of a bull while devasting the surroundings. Sending trembles across the whole structure, Demonologist was going all out just to reach the hateful figure. It gave a huge impulse of acceleration to Robert, pushing him upward.
When he reached the very same armored door, his fists were ready for the strikes. Covered with a destructive energy layer, they shot forward, quickly turning several hits into a real hurricane that tore the metal apart. The trembling underneath worked as great motivation to be fast, especially when Robert noticed the glimpse of the fat figure rising from the lower level. An awful dark red ball of fat and muscles was approaching him. Using tens of powerful arms, protruding from different spots, it simply held itself using the walls, while crushing the stairs as it was too big to fit in.
Noting it, Robert made a last hit, pushing the remnants of the metal door outside. Hastily turning around, he clenched both his fists before smashing the floor. Under the inhuman strength, the construct collapsed, dropping down right onto the incoming demon. The suddenness of the act caused a small mishap when the transform super failed to find support. An instant later his enormous body was already flying down, causing almost an explosive landing somewhere on the lower levels. He even heard quite a few painful screams. Rob knew that it couldn’t damage the enemy, but he had more than enough of those to deal with before approaching the main dish.
The armed agents were only preparing their shooting spots, clearly not receiving a command from the senior agent in time. It barely changed anything for Robert as no matter how ready they were, he could go through their defensive measures like a hot knife through the butter. This wasn’t an exception. Charging without a single warning, Rob reached their ranks in mere seconds, already swinging with a conjured cleaver. The black obsidian steel, enveloped in a variation of Energy Blast, failed to notice any resistance, be it flesh, bones, or metal. Cutting through everything with ease, it cleaned the place from any living being without an effort. Rob’s punches and kicks finished the job in a dozen seconds, ending with a mighty stomp that splatted the blood from the dented chest.
“Surrender, villain, or else I will make you do it! You stand no… chance against the justice!”
Robert already had heard the exact same phrase from the young superhero in a bright green tracksuit with black lines. His half mask partly covered his expression, but the short pause in what seemed to be a prepared line was quite telling. Especially, when the super hastily took out his knives, not waiting for a response. It looked like a gruesome scene shook him enough to change his approach, wiping his millionaire’s smile from his face from the beginning.
“Shorty, just leave – I am way above your paygrade… or what CSA is giving you for your clothing fetish. You know, you can always use a sex doll, thus only risk you would face is a chance of your cock getting stuck inside,” Robert calmly answered, silently pulling the handle of the cleaver inside his body to prepare around a dozen of hair-thin needles, invisible for inattentive eye. Noting how the man’s eyes shone with resolve, how his feet pressed against the surface, how he clenched his teeth as if trying to keep his anger in check, Rob got his answer, immediately using his self-invented anti-speedster weapon.
An instant later it seemed like a huge balloon with blood exploding nearby, covering the whole area with red liquid and filth. The following crush of the dissected body in the wall behind Rob was met with indifference. After so many clashes against this particular superhuman, Robert found a working tactic to deal with him. The man’s pride, the lack of confidence, and the desire for acknowledgment led this newly appointed elite superhero to a harsh attack after just a few insults. Considering, that his ability was a fast movement on a straight line with limited maneuvering no matter the distance, his inability to see the obstacle every time led to his quick demise.
Unfortunately, Robert didn’t have time to think about the man’s short role in these events as Demonologist was already crawling out from the broken door, ripping off the huge hole just to squeeze its own enormous body. Sparing a single glance at the streets with hidden snipers and a group of supers ready to engage, Rob decided against fighting there. He might have bitten off more than he could chew as dying wasn’t an option to reset the world. However, he did want to try himself against someone powerful. Therefore, returning his cleaver back to its previous size and simultaneously weakening his protection around the reactor core, Robert made a first step toward the hellish abomination with dozens of horrible limbs that carried its fat ball-like body.
“Hey, champion of jerking off, let’s see how strong you really are… Damn, Rob, this cycle has a record in vulgar jokes… But what can you do? Such is your life – a deep ass hole of an experienced whore who can’t stop on the way of improving her capabilities, making it even harder to get out,” quietly muttering under his nose, Robert launched himself forward, grinning with his almost branded at this point mad smile.