Chapter 32: Chakra Seeds
Even though the situation between Kingpin and his mysterious new "master" seemed bizarre, the fear inspired by Fisk hadn't diminished one bit.
Forget the masked man whose powers were still an enigma Wilson Fisk alone was enough to strike dread into any seasoned villain.
Just ask Bullseye.
He wasn't weak on the contrary, he once went toe-to-toe with Elektra and Daredevil, his accuracy so legendary that even Deadshot from the DC universe would have taken notice. But still, he had been crushed physically dominated by Fisk without effort.
Suddenly, the other villains in the room Norman Osborn (Green Goblin), Mac Gargan (Scorpion), and Otto Octavius (Doctor Octopus) began to move with careful deliberation.
One by one, they approached Fisk and slowly lowered their heads.
They weren't fools.
Fight? They'd get destroyed.
Flee? Not a chance especially after seeing the illusion earlier and realizing the masked man could bend space like Cloak or teleport at will like Nightcrawler or Zatanna.
Refuse to surrender? That was a death wish.
Villains survived by adapting. And right now, submission looked like survival.
"Don't worry," said Fisk, with cold indifference. "Once I'm finished dealing with Lester, it'll be your turn."
That single line froze the trio in place. They glanced toward the still-writhing Bullseye, his head pinned to the floor, his strength gone, and his will shattered.
He looked like a man who'd seen the void and lost his reason to resist.
His defeat wasn't just physical it was existential. The aura Fisk now carried wasn't just strength. It was authority backed by the masked figure's cosmic intimidation. It was like Darkseid standing behind Lex Luthor an unholy alliance too dangerous to oppose.
The truth was simple: Wilson Fisk was already terrifying. But this version of Fisk, subordinate to someone even more dangerous, was something else entirely.
Bullseye may have had Olympic-level reflexes and killer instincts that rivaled Deathstroke, but he was still human. And when Fisk landed those two devastating punches earlier, they may as well have signed a casket delivery from the 'black coffin crew.'
Compared to him, the other three who at least had the benefit of mechanical enhancements stood a slightly better chance of surviving. At least, that's what they told themselves to sleep at night.
Even Bullseye knew it. That's why he looked like a defeated mercenary with nothing left like a man whose contract had expired with reality itself.
Seeing this moment unfold, Ryan Wong immediately recognized it as the perfect opportunity to seize total control of the situation and leave no doubts about leadership.
"This isn't the place for punishment," Ryan said calmly, his voice echoing with quiet authority. "Fisk, take them somewhere else."
Fisk turned at once, lowering his head in deference. "Yes, Master. There's a training floor on the basement level. Lots of room."
"No need," Ryan replied, his tone even but firm. "Let's not waste time."
As he spoke, a spiraling spatial vortex began to manifest from his right eye like the Kamui technique used by Kakashi Hatake in another universe but now integrated into this reality, mirroring portals like Doctor Strange's Sling Rings or Boom Tubes used by Apokolips forces.
The vortex expanded silently, pulling in everyone inside the office Fisk, Bullseye, the three villains, and Ryan himself like they were being swallowed by a dimensional fold.
Whoosh~
In an instant, the lavish top floor of Fisk's skyscraper was empty. Silent. As if no one had ever been there.
Location: Kamui Space
A hidden dimension accessible only through Ryan Wong's ocular space-bending ability. A realm disconnected from normal time and space, beyond the reach of even Professor X's Cerebro or Batman's satellites.
Here, punishment would be private. Training would be lethal. And loyalty... absolute.
On a featureless stone platform suspended in a vast void, the masked figure Ryan Wong—stood quietly at the edge, his gaze fixed on the villains scattered before him.
The five of them Bullseye, Green Goblin (Norman Osborn), Scorpion (Mac Gargan), Doctor Octopus (Otto Octavius), and Wilson Fisk (Kingpin) were visibly rattled. One moment, they were in a penthouse office. The next, they were whisked into this unfamiliar realm an eerie limbo-like space, devoid of any visible matter, colored entirely in endless tones of gray, broken only by the hovering platform beneath their feet.
"This is my dimensional space," Ryan Wong said casually, his voice echoing across the void. "A sealed reality not unlike the Mirror Dimension used by the Masters of the Mystic Arts, or the Phantom Zone that Kryptonian science once crafted. Here, no matter how violent your battles get, nothing in the outside world will be harmed."
His tone shifted, a glint of interest in his voice. "Fisk, I'm not letting each of them take a beating from you individually. Let's make it sporting. One fight. Four on one."
"I want to see what they're truly made of."
"As you wish!" Wilson Fisk replied, immediately suppressing his excitement. He gave Ryan a respectful nod and turned toward the other villains three standing, one still recovering from being slammed into the floor minutes earlier. "You should consider this an honor. Come at me!!"
Four versus one?!
Green Goblin and the others exchanged looks. Then, unexpectedly, Bullseye sprang to his feet with renewed spirit.
If they were all being allowed to gang up on Fisk together, they might actually have a chance! The possibility of defeating him of proving their value to the masked man sparked a sudden hope in their villainous hearts.
These weren't amateurs. Osborn had tangled with Spider-Man for years, Otto's mind rivaled Reed Richards, Mac's enhanced strength gave Venom pause once, and Bullseye had taken on Daredevil and Punisher both. But this? This was about surviving in a game where Ryan Wong made the rules.
They weren't fools. Integrity wasn't in their vocabulary. A change of allegiance? Standard procedure for villains.
The ability Ryan showed warping them into an isolated pocket dimension was a show of cosmic-level power, akin to what Doctor Manhattan, Scarlet Witch, or even Raven of the Teen Titans might do.
To the criminally inclined, such power was the ultimate authority.
In the villain world, loyalty was transactional. Power determined allegiance. If your strength couldn't inspire fear or respect, betrayal was inevitable.
And Ryan Wong? His strength clearly dwarfed even Kingpin's. So while Fisk had once commanded them through fear and position, now they seriously considered switching sides. Right here. Right now.
So, under Ryan's watchful gaze, the chaotic four-on-one battle began.
None of them had superpowers in this fight—Ryan had stripped enhancements and gear for fairness. It was pure physicality, hand-to-hand combat at its rawest.
The destruction was minimal but the action was intense.
Ryan watched intently. The brawl played out like a street-level version of Batman versus the League of Assassins, a gritty clash of skilled but flawed warriors.
As expected, Kingpin emerged victorious.
It wasn't even close.
Despite being outnumbered, Fisk's mastery of close-quarters combat, ruthless aggression, and strategic thinking gave him the edge. He had already defeated them individually in the past. Together, their lack of synergy villains who'd never trained together, constantly second-guessing each other cost them dearly.
They dragged each other down like tangled puppets. Instead of four cohesive fighters, they functioned like 3.5 at best.
Fisk exploited every misstep. Every hesitation. Every clash of ego.
In the end, the four villains were sprawled out across the platform, groaning, bloodied, and battered. Fisk stood tall—bruised and bloodstained, yes but victorious. His pristine suit torn, small trickles of blood trailing from his lip and knuckles, but otherwise unbroken.
"Very good," Ryan Wong said, stepping forward at last. He approached Fisk, placing a hand on his shoulder approvingly.
The massive man bent forward slightly, offering his master easier access a subtle gesture of submission and respect.
Truthfully, had Fisk not already surrendered sincerely, Ryan wouldn't have hesitated to take the next step: giving him a Chakra Seed.
These seeds conceptually borrowed from another universe, like Naruto's Shinobi World were bio-energy implants that allowed the body to produce chakra, an internal force similar in principle to Ki (used by Iron Fist) or Speed Force energy (used by The Flash).
Of course, such items were beyond science. But Ryan had something far greater a Wish Card, a metaphysical artifact that allowed him to generate nearly anything, provided he was willing to pay the cosmic cost.
So yes, if he desired, Ryan Wong could manifest something akin to the Super-Soldier Serum, Mother Boxes, or even Infinity Stones but tailored to his own multiversal fusion system.
And the Chakra Seed was just the beginning.
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