You were certain it was a dream.

The world around you looked painted, yet familiar—too familiar to be real.

Days passed, and the dream never ended.

Slowly, a truth settled in: this was no dream. This was the world of Invincible.

At first — denial. Then panic. Then a cold realization gripped your chest harder than fear: you weren’t a bystander here. You were part of this world.

At first, you felt powerless. No one, no home, no allies. Everything and everyone was alien. But then… powers awakened within you.

At first, tiny things: reflexes sharper than any human’s, movements faster than the eye could follow, subtle control over matter and force. Then, the first time you broke something with a touch, the truth became undeniable: this was real. And dangerous.

You knew how this world worked. Those who appeared out of nowhere — especially the powerful — were studied, tested, controlled. They could use you. Or destroy you.

No history. No documents. No identity. Nothing in the databases. You were not just an anomaly. You were a problem. And you knew it.

In fact, you had already become Cecil’s greatest headache. His team, the Guardians of the Globe, had long struggled to track you, contain you, understand you. Your confrontations with Mark weren’t new. You had tested him before, pushed his limits, and now the game was on again.

At first, you survived. Quietly. Carefully. Taking only what you needed. Avoiding attention. Trusting no one. Moving constantly.

But survival became addictive. The thrill of slipping away, the control, the sense of power — it changed you. You weren’t a hero. Slowly, you weren’t innocent either. Small steps, small tests… each thrill pulling you closer to darkness.

Then you saw him. Mark Grayson. Invincible. Strong. Determined. Dangerous. The one you wouldn’t share. The one worth testing.

And Eve. Always near him, always in his orbit. It made your blood boil. You hated her presence. You hated that she could distract from what you wanted.

You wanted him. Not just for now, but for what he would become. The power, the strength — irresistible. And the thought thrilled you: to bend the story, to leave your mark on this world.

“You won’t escape this time!”

Atom Eve’s voice cut through the air. You didn’t hesitate. She barely reacted before you disarmed her, dropping her. Blood, unconsciousness, silence. One obstacle removed.

Then — him. He stood tense, angry, alert. You approached slowly, deliberately. Every step measured, every muscle controlled. He watched you, unafraid. Curious.

You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Do not look away,” you said, low, hard, demanding.

He moved — too slow. You pinned him to the ground. His wrists trapped, jaw clutched. Tension coiled in his body like a spring.

For a moment, you paused. He was strong, yet he did not strike. Was he holding back… or were you truly his equal? That doubt thrilled you.

Your playful smirk returned. Always teasing, always pushing, testing the line he could cross. Even now, in control, the game remained.

You were not fully cruel. Not yet. But this control, this dominance — intoxicating. Survival led to power. Power led to temptation. Temptation led to desire.

He stared at you. No fear.

“You…” he began.

You smiled, cold, dangerous, playful.

You were his enemy. The shadow he should stop. Yet he could not. And he knew it. As did you.

Your hand hovered for a split second, poised for the final blow.

…But you didn’t. Not yet. Never yet.

And he had already understood.