Raja Rudra Wyllt, Supreme Wizard King, Chaos Incarnate, and Multiverse's Sassiest Troublemaker, slouched in his Taipei safehouse, squinting at a holographic blueprint of Jiang's fortress like it was a bad Tinder profile. The plan? Snag the last three CPH4 packets to juice Lucy into god-mode before she fizzled out. Stealth was the vibe—slip in, swipe the drugs, leave Jiang's goons crying into their ramen. But Raja's neck prickled, hairs standing like he'd licked a battery. Someone was behind him.
Lucy's voice cut through, colder than a Hogsmeade winter, a gun pressed to his skull. "Who are you? Did you drag me here? What's happening to me?"
Raja froze, brain screaming, How'd she ninja me?! His Demi-God Reflexes were supposed to catch sneezes, let alone a whole chick with a Glock. Worse, his head felt like a library with a toddler running loose—Lucy was rifling his fake memories, flipping through like they were a comic book.
She lowered the gun, eyes glowing like sci-fi LEDs. "I see now."
Raja acted like he saw miracle. "Hold up, what?! You're alive? Talking? You've got enough CPH4 in you to fry a T-Rex, and you're standing? Also, where's your stitches? I didn't sign up for zombie sequels!"
Lucy spun to face him, smirking, all calm and cosmic. "I read your mind. Told my body to heal faster."
"NANI?!"Raja yelped, flailing. "You were supposed to be out cold! I had your funeral planned—red sakura tree, me in a slick black suit, maybe a piegons flyover! This is rude!"
Lucy's smirk widened. "I know. You wanted me with red hair, black outfit. Bold imagination, kid."
Raja's face burned, hands waving. "Yo, quit snooping in my brain! I'm 18—hormones hit like Bullet Train around you! It's science, not a crime!"
MAYA: Master, you're digging a grave."Zip it, MAYA!"
Lucy ignored his meltdown, gliding to the computer. "I'm… different. The drug's rewiring me. My mind's free—sensing, controlling things I shouldn't."
She nodded at the screen. "Can I use this? Gotta figure out what's frying my circuits."
Raja shrugged, scratching his neck. "Knock yourself out—well, not literally. I'm hitting the armory. Jiang's getting a midnight thrashing. Chill, I've got the revenge angle covered."
Lucy was already typing, fingers a blur. The laptop spazzed—data waterfalls of biology, physics, and probably alien cookbooks flooded the screen. It wasn't browsing; it was a knowledge massacre, like Google grew legs and a PhD.
Raja gawked, then bolted to his stash, grabbing an AR-15, twin Glocks, flashbangs, and a butterfly knife for flair. He strutted back—then stopped dead.
Lucy had red hair now. Red. Freaking. Hair.
Raja's heart did a backflip, Drip Supreme screaming betrayal.
MAYA: Simp alert. "Shut up!" he hissed, clearing his throat. "So, doc's verdict? Hospital bed or Wolverine cosplay?"
Lucy didn't look up. "Brain's at 25%. Still climbing. I'm running out of time I need more CPH4."
Raja choked. "Twenty-five?! Einstein was, like, scraping 8%! Why chase more CPH4? Planning to overdose on godhood?"
Lucy's eyes locked on him, dead serious. "Without it, I die."
Raja blinked. "Well, crap. Okay, we wait for night—stealth's my jam. I'll slip in, grab the drugs, and—"
"No time,"Lucy cut in, grabbing a Desert Eagle. "I'm coming."
"NANI?!" Raja flailed again. "Jiang's got an army! He knows I've been torching his ops—his hotel's a death trap! Can you even—"Lucy sauntered to the range, popped ten headshots without blinking, then flipped toward him, knife flashing. Raja yelped, legs swept, disarmed, and pinned in a heartbeat, her smirk looming.
"Okay, okay!" Raja groaned, dusting off. "Let's go yeet a drug lord."
Lucy rocked black combat gear—like she'd raided a Matrix wardrobe—while Raja loaded his arsenal, muttering about unfair hotness. She slid into his Lamborghini's driver seat, peeling out toward Jiang's hotel fortress. Raja clung to the door, mentally slapping himself. "Focus, dumbass, not her Curves!"
They screeched to a halt outside the hotel, neon lights glaring. Lucy hopped out, guns blazing, dropping guards like they were NPCs.
Raja tumbled after, AR-15 raised, but every target he lined up? Already down, Lucy's headshots cleaner than a Hogwarts elf's laundry. She moved like a John Wick fever dream—fluid, ruthless, not a bead of sweat.
Raja muttered, "Stealth's dead, huh?"
MAYA: You brought a goddess to a gunfight. Nice plan.
Lucy paused, spun, and—oh, sweet chaos—grabbed Raja's collar, planting a kiss that fried his brain to mush. His legs wobbled, vision sparking like a busted arcade machine. He was gone, ascended, probably drooling.
She pulled back, smirking. "Keep up, Vengeance."
Raja stood there, a grinning idiot, for five solid seconds before his body rebooted. "Yes, ma'am," he mumbled, stumbling into the elevator after her.
MAYA: You're a walking rom-com disaster.
The elevator hit the top floor, opening to a hallway packed with Jiang's goons behind every door. Lucy didn't blink—just raised her gun and fired through walls, bullets curving like they had GPS. Raja tossed a flashbang, cackling, "You're hogging the spotlight, Red!" He sprinted, mowing down stragglers Lucy's telekinesis didn't fling like ragdolls. Bodies piled, chaos reigned.
They hit Jiang's suite. Lucy kicked the door off its hinges—overkill, but stylish. The last guards dropped before Raja could aim. Jiang cowered behind a desk, spewing Mandarin curses like a discount villain.
Raja yawned. "Can we skip the monologue? My trigger finger's bored."He popped a shot between Jiang's eyes—clean, classic.
Lucy snatched the CPH4 briefcase, nodding. "Back to the safehouse."
At base, Lucy started shaking, powers glitching—chairs floated, lights strobed like a rave gone wrong. Raja's gut sank. He mixed the CPH4 with saline, jabbing it into her arm. She stabilized but collapsed, out cold. Raja laid her on the bed, cursing, and hunted the scientist who made this mess. Dude was in London, schmoozing at a conference, ignoring Raja's calls like a Tinder ghoster.
Lucy stirred behind him, voice calm. "We need to contact him."
Raja jumped, nearly dropping his phone. "Geez, Red! Quit stealthing me—you'll kill my vibe!"
MAYA: Vengeance, scared of a girl. Iconic.
Lucy smirked. "The Vengeance, terror of Taipei, spooked by me?"
"Bite me,"Raja snorted. "I'm chasing your mad scientist. You good? No, like, exploding brain vibes?"
Lucy grabbed his phone, dialed the scientist's number like she'd hacked the universe's Rolodex, and sweet-talked him into a Paris meet. Raja's jaw dropped—she was outsmarting PhDs while half-dead.
She hung up, eyes blazing with power. "We need to leave. The sooner we get to Paris, the better."
Raja tilted his head, smirking. "How?"
To Be Continued…