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The white background abruptly turned red.
[ Rolling Template… ]
[ Processing… ]
Leon looked curious wondering what will be his first Template.
Then the screen filled with fire.
It wasn't decorative or animated—just raw flame spreading across the display.
[ Template Acquired ]
[ Template: El Diablo ]
[ Source: Suicide Squad ]
[ Type: Meta-Human ]
Leon's eyes widened.
"…El Diablo?" he mumbled as the image of a tattooed, bald man appeared in his mind.
[ Yes, Host. Would you like me to list the abilities you can acquire from this template? ]
Leon nodded.
[ Displaying Template Ability Path: El Diablo ]
[ Primary Attribute: Hellfire Manipulation ]
[ Secondary Attributes: ]
• Enhanced Human Physiology
(Approximately three times stronger than an average human)
• Evil Eyes
(Ability to perceive the sins carried by others)
• Hellfire Shaman Transformation
(Ability to transform into an ancient shaman form. During transformation, all abilities are enhanced by 300%) ]
• Spirit Communication
(Ability to communicate with souls of the dead and even harm them) ]
[ Would the Host like to equip the template? ]
"Will it hurt?" Leon asked with a hint of hesitation. He didn't want to go through pain again.
[ No, Host. Template integration will not cause pain or physical harm. ]
[ The Host's body has already been stabilized. ]
Leon nodded, sighing with relief.
"Okay… start integration."
[ Starting...]
As the system message appeared, Leon fell in a Trance like state.
[ Current Template Integration Initialized at 30% ]
[ Reason: First-Time Host Bonus ]
[ Note: Future integration growth will proceed at a standard rate of 1% per cycle. ]
"…That was fast," Leon blinked as he came out of the trance.
He lifted his hand.
Flame materialized in his palm out of thin air—steady, controlled, and warm rather than painful.
"Hellfire," he mumbled, a small smile forming as he stared at the flames resting calmly in his palm.
Then he clenched his fist, and the flames were snuffed out.
Leon stretched his fingers slowly, feeling the strength in them.
"…I feel more powerful now," he said quietly.
He pushed himself off the bed and stood up.
There was no pain.
Leon took a step. Then another.
"This is great," he said, a smile spreading across his face as he moved around the room. For the first time in his life, his body didn't ache just from moving.
No weakness. No numbness.
He could walk.
He was no longer paralyzed from the waist down.
Leon stopped in the middle of the room, his hands trembling slightly—not from pain, but from relief.
He laughed under his breath.
"I'm really… alive."
"I'm really… alive."
Leon lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a faint smile still on his face. The mattress felt firm. Real. For once, he wasn't exhausted just from existing.
He folded his hands over his chest and waited.
The guardian should show up soon, he thought.
Seconds passed.
Then minutes.
Nothing happened.
No footsteps.No nurses.No doctors checking machines or asking questions.
The silence began to feel wrong.
Leon sat up.
"…That's strange."
He swung his legs off the bed and stood again. Everything still felt solid. Strong. He walked toward the door, then stopped. Something distant reached his ears—muffled at first, then clearer.
Shouting.
Crying.
Something loud cracked through the air, followed by a deep, echoing boom that rattled the windows.
"What the…?" Leon muttered.
Another explosion followed, this one closer. The lights flickered. Somewhere, an alarm started blaring.
Leon moved fast now, walking toward the large window in the VIP room. He pushed the curtain aside and looked outside.
His breath froze.
Smoke rose between skyscrapers. Something burned in the streets below. People were running—screaming—pointing upward. Military vehicles blocked roads. Gunfire echoed faintly even this high up.
Then he saw them.
Figures in the sky.
Metallic, blue-gray shapes riding floating platforms, firing energy weapons down into the city.
Leon stared, stunned.
"…No way."
A helicopter spiraled out of control and crashed into a building several blocks away. The explosion sent a shockwave through the glass, making Leon instinctively step back.
Chitauri.
His stomach dropped.
"This has to be a nightmare," he muttered.
He pressed his hand against the glass, eyes tracking the chaos below. Soldiers fired back. Civilians scattered. Energy blasts tore through streets like paper.
"…The Chitauri invasion," Leon said quietly.
His mind raced.
Marvel universe. New York. Avengers timeline.
He let out a sharp breath, half-laughing, half-shaking.
"The thing that finally gives me a second life," he said under his breath, "and it drops me into this?"
Leon looked down at his hand.
A faint heat responded to his focus, barely noticeable—but there.
"…Of course," he muttered. "Why would it be peaceful?"
Outside, another explosion lit up the sky.
Leon straightened.
"Guess whoever sent me here has a messed-up sense of timing," he said.
Or worse.
A sense of humor.
"Fortunately, I got a powerful template," Leon muttered as he closed the curtains and stepped out of the room. "Otherwise, who knows what would've happened to me."
The hallway was empty.
"First things first," Leon said quietly. "I need to get out of this building. If something crashes into it… I'd die without even knowing what killed me."
He moved carefully down the corridor, his footsteps light despite his height. The alarms were still blaring somewhere in the distance, echoing through the hospital, but no staff came running. It felt like the place had been abandoned in a hurry.
Leon reached a junction near the service area and slowed down.
"…Good," he whispered.
An unlocked locker stood against the wall, its door hanging slightly open. He glanced around once more, then slipped over and opened it fully. Inside were several sets of clothes—likely belonging to staff or emergency responders who had left in a rush.
Leon sifted through them quickly.
Too big… too small…
Then he found one that fit well enough.
He changed fast, trading the hospital gown for plain clothes that wouldn't make him stand out. In the pocket of a jacket, his fingers brushed against something solid.
Cash.
He checked—enough bills to matter.
"…Sorry," Leon said under his breath, tucking it away. "Emergency circumstances."
Fully dressed now, Leon rolled his shoulders and took a breath. He felt steadier—stronger—than he ever had before.
Step one: survive.
From somewhere outside, another explosion shook the building.
Leon didn't hesitate anymore.
He headed for the stairs.