Inside the mansion.
"Imelda, inform everyone that they have the day off today." Cassius came to the main hall and told the maid to let everyone rest. He wanted to give the servants a day off so he could properly test out the Kabuto Zecter.
Imelda bowed and thanked him, then immediately went to inform all the servants to leave.
"So this is the Kabuto Zecter?" Cassius flipped his hand and took out the Kabuto Zecter from the system. In his hand was a transformation device that looked like a rhinoceros beetle made entirely of steel.
[Kabuto Zecter]: Use this zecter to transform into Kabuto. Requires zecter approval.
BZZT!!!
Just as he was examining the Kabuto Zecter in his hand, the beetle suddenly buzzed and broke free, flying away.
"Trying to escape?" Cassius reached out and pulled. The Phoenix Force brought the beetle back into his hand. He gripped it tightly, firmly controlling the zecter. He had subdued the Kabuto Zecter with pure force.
"Henshin!"
[KABUTO!]
Cassius swiped the Kabuto Zecter. Golden light burst from the zecter, and a green, nanotech-like barrier of light spread rapidly over Cassius's body. The moment the light enveloped him, a flash of white light appeared, and the Kabuto suit appeared on Cassius. A strange power flowed around his body.
"So this is Kabuto?" Cassius examined himself in the mirror. He had directly transformed into his Rider form, complete with the rhinoceros beetle horn on his head. It perfectly suited his 'King of Arrogance' demeanor. Compared to Tony's Iron Man suit, it had its own unique strengths.
"I need to go for a spin!" Cassius looked at the silver armor, unable to suppress his excitement. It was still early in the night, so it was the perfect time to go out without attracting too much attention.
He went to the garage, which was filled with all kinds of vehicles: a flying Ford, a unicycle motorcycle, a flying Mercedes-Benz, and a jet-powered motorcycle. Many of these vehicles were rewards from the system, and he had just kept them in the garage.
Cassius walked over to a dark motorcycle. It looked similar to a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy, but the exhaust pipes were significantly different. The display screen on the front was also completely unique; it was a holographic 3D screen. This was also a vehicle rewarded by the system.
[Amphibious Motorcycle]: A three-way amphibious motorcycle for land, air, and water!
Cassius smoothly got on the motorcycle. With a twist of the throttle, the amphibious motorcycle roared to life and shot out of the garage.
"Awesome!" Cassius felt the wind on his face and pressed a button on the throttle. Two jet pipes popped out from the sides of the front and back wheels. With another twist of the throttle, a blue flame burst from the jet pipes. A streak of light shot down the road. His incredibly fast reflexes made him comfortable even at 500 kilometers per hour.
"Should I go to Hell's Kitchen?" After a moment of hesitation, Cassius decided to go to Hell's Kitchen. Maybe he would run into Gwen there.
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On the dark streets of Hell's Kitchen, New York, Cassius slowed down his motorcycle. As he entered the area, he immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers.
"Hey, man, your cosplay is cool!" a black man with dreadlocks waved at Cassius. There was a bulky object at his waist.
New York was a city that never slept, but Hell's Kitchen was a completely different place. The streets were dark and messy, with all kinds of graffiti on the walls. Runes and symbols from different cultures and vector art seemed to be a testament to the chaos of this complex city, much like the mixed heritage of its residents.
On the dirty streets, you could occasionally see people passed out on the ground, enveloped in either alcohol or death. Chaos, crime, bloodshed, and death were everywhere.
"Hey!"
"Kid, your bike is cool, but now leave the bike and get out! This is Mr. Wilson Fisk's turf!" The dreadlocked man waved his right hand, and a few others surrounded him. As they spoke, they patted the guns at their waists.
"Wilson Fisk?" Cassius was taken aback when he heard the name. He didn't expect this universe to have Wilson Fisk.
Anyone who had read Marvel comics had heard of him. He was the king of the underworld, with a stranglehold on the East Coast. He was incredibly meticulous, and his intelligence was far beyond that of an average person. Over 90% of his body was muscle, and some said he could punch through a wall with his bare hands.
"I wonder if I'd get anything for getting rid of Wilson Fisk." Cassius muttered to himself on the motorcycle. The system's reward mechanism seemed to work on special events.
"Kid, you're not leaving? Don't think you won't get a beating just because you're wearing a weird suit!" The dreadlocked man smirked. If this guy didn't know his place, he wouldn't be so polite.
"Sigh, why is this necessary?" Cassius shook his head, lowered the kickstand, and suddenly attacked. With a single kick, he sent one of the men flying backward.
"You're asking for it!" The sudden attack made the dreadlocked man pull out the revolver at his waist. But before he could pull the trigger, a steel-armored hand gripped the revolver.
CRACK!
With a loud snap, the revolver and the man's left hand were crushed together.
"AHHHH!!!" A scream echoed through the streets of this crime-ridden area.
At that moment, the other men took the opportunity to pull out their knives and try to attack him. But in front of Cassius, it was like a child's game. In just a few moves, all the thugs were lying on the ground, wailing in pain.
Meanwhile, high in the sky, a red iron figure flew past. It was Tony, who had just gone out to relax. He noticed the commotion below. "Friday, zoom in on the picture."
He saw a guy in a red and silver suit fighting with some thugs.
Tony was stunned and muttered with a helpless smile, "I can't believe I ran into a fan just by going out for a drive."
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