It did not take too long to find his way out of the section that the cells were held at, he pulled the prison ball onto his shoulder, readying for a possible fight as he climbed up the flight of stairs. Even then he was surprised to see no guards waiting with weapons loaded or tightly barricaded doors.

Rubbing his chin, he was reminded that beard had grown on his face as he tried to come up with a plan. "I can't go out looking like this ...right? I should look for the living quarters." He squinted while advancing forward, soon he found a small map of everything on this floor "very convenient". Grinning he took a mental note of where the guard's bathroom where and made his way to them with a skip in his steps, passing some other rooms he kept his curiosity within the wraps for the time being and soon arrived at the living quarters, unsurprisingly they were also empty. So, he simply shrugged and went around hurriedly.

He grabbed a backpack and picked some clothes he thought could fit before going into the bathroom.

After grasping his level of strength, he didn't doubt that his powers were real, nor did he doubt the enchantments on his clothes, but trusting them to take a bullet when even he could barely do the same damage as one? Hell no.

So, if the clothes weren't that important what was the point of enduring this stench? None. But that still did not give him a reason to part with them hence why the bag.

Humming he played with a razor as he approached the foggy glass, sure it was unhygienic, but he did not have the choice. He'd chosen one that looked relatively new from the bunch.

Sighing he wiped the mirror clean with his sleeve, he did not know how to feel about his current looks, so he only sighed as he touched his face.

He looked younger in a way but paler and more fragile, his features also seemed a bit sharper and slightly more attractive, but they were overshadowed by his growing beard. "Oh, and that wasn't there either?" Squinting he leaned closer to the mirror while twirling a strand of the hair around, there was a red streak of hair in the bunch, and this abnormality seemed pretty common on his head and beard.

As they were small areas where these bundles of red hair were spread out, seeing this he could only think of one thing, the berserk energy that had laid waste within his body. Even now he hadn't fully healed from it, and this also seemed to be one of the side effects.

Sighing he shaved his face, thanks to the durability and smoothness of his skin going up he did not have to worry about getting small cuts, and even if he did, they would heal pretty quickly. At least he hoped that much.

"Face done... I do look quite good if not for this sickly aura... Oh well." Sighing he began undressing, after deciding to keep the long hair for the time being, having slipped out of his current attire he washed himself, scrubbing his body until it no longer smelled foul.

Before 20 minutes passed, he was out and wore clothes of a guard he had picked on the way, one might've mistaken him for a guard if not for the large shackles on his wrist alongside the chains.

He carefully folded the straitjacket and placed it into the bag and threw it on before checking his appearance one last time.

There in the mirror stood a young man that looked no older than a teen yet was quite tall, he wore a hat that hid about half of his face, a white shirt beneath an open jacket and tight-fitting pants, a grin revealed his sharp teeth as he spun around and left with large strides.

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"I can feel my blood boiling all of the sudden..." He muttered as he let out steamy breaths, his usually dark eyes had a hint of red in them as he stopped right before leaving the living quarters.

Raising his head he hesitated for a moment, but then sealed his resolve and abruptly brought it down onto the furniture, the shackle protected his heel and ankle from arm as the small wooden storage unite was blown to pieces, bending down he collected money and miscellaneous items he liked such as a watch and stuffed them into his bag, repeating his actions everywhere he went, his bag was now halfway full.

With a satisfied grin he left that room, the chilling sound of the prison ball dragging along with his confident stride.

-4,037 km away from the island , in an underground top secret faculty.

there sat a blond haired youth, with dark glasses wearing what seemed to be a body suit with sci fi symbols on it, whether they served a function or not he did not know. he ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while watching some videos online

unsuspecting of the dark haired woman in a lab coat that had walked up to him, with a roll of paper in hand which she then used to smack him on the head

the woman did not bother waiting for a response and began walking immediately with a vague urgency in her steps, the blondie stunned briefly could only swallow and quickly follow along "did i do something wrong?" he then asked

"no...something's wrong so they decided to dispatch our 'elite pilot' " she responded harshly, a hint of mockery and faint ill intents could be sensed in her voice as they took some turns "all contact has been lost with Ouroboros the second the blackbirds began unloading their cargo's and new prisoners, we were tasked to send an unite asap to check up on the situation."

"that doesn't explain why you're mad at me though...." the blondie seemed at a loss for words at his co-worker's sudden mood shift

"they believe that this is not important enough to send in a proper armed unit, as the costs for maintenance afterwards wouldn't be worth it." she replied as she opened the door to the hangar "Johnny...if you scratch my baby i swear that i will neuter you once you get back." she paused in her tracks for an instant as she warned

....

"That being said , go now." she then walked over to a control panel and began entering information on it

on the other end the blondie, Johnny felt like crying.

among all the fierce looking mechas , before him was one that stood out among the bunch in the worse way possible, it looked like a complete saint, a porcelain doll even

the mech that was around 30 feet tall looked a bit more human than the others and did not offer many addons that stuck out aside from the emitters on almost every part of it's body, this white unit's with black pattern was code named "DR34M" and was doc's favorite even though it was technically deemed as a failure by everyone.

solemnly Johnny went to the mech and climbed up it's leg , the cockpit was located in the mech's torso and required a pass code to open, having noticed that he stopped moving the woman shouted "9012, that's the code, we don't have time to set up the a.i so be quick...remember, be careful."

resigning to his fate he input the password and entered the machine , he then turned on the systems as information on the mission briefly flashed before him

soon the mecha roared to life as the engine gathered the energy particles in the air while emitting some at the same time, it was like if it was breathing similarly to a living organism in a way,piloting the unsteady unit he then made his way to the exit of the hangar which was a camouflaged waterfall

"Johnny here, about to leave headquarters....turning off conversation channels in a minute to avoid being tracked back as the procedure says...anything you wanna add before i leave Doc?" he asked as he glanced at the mecha's settings and state making sure it was okay

"be careful not to die to dream out there and come back jiffy, no dilly dallying okay?" the familiar voice responded before turning off all communications

taking in a deep breath he couldn't help but feel a bit scared "i should be okay as long as i don't go out of my way to use anything extra, right?...geez to think that a damn tin can would be scarier to it's pilot then the enemy" annoyed he grabbed onto the holographic controls that had appeared before him and pushed forward, the marks on the mech briefly emitted a hum

the ground around the machine's feet cracked as it darted into the horizon,the water parting into two walls as it sped towards the island with a speed rivaling that of the blackbirds.