Chapter 33: Completely Conquer
But who allowed Jin to surrender in such a sincere manner without being under mind control?
With a sudden realization flashing across his mind, Ryan Wong felt a ripple of suspicion.
But now was not the time to investigate further Ryan transported the group of five out of the dimensional trap using a precision-based Boom Tube, an advanced spatial gateway tech adapted from Mother Box schematics.
The moment they reappeared in Ryan's satellite base partly powered by a modified version of the Watchtower's orbital tech the four villains, still reeling from mental disorientation and psionic backlash, stood upright and bowed deeply before Ryan.
"BOSS!!!"
Ryan gave them a brief nod, his demeanor unreadable behind the mask that subtly echoed designs from both Iron Man's Bleeding Edge armor and Batman Beyond's tactical cowl.
Then he turned toward Jin, his voice calm but firm: "Let them get patched up. Tell them to report back here after they've been stabilized. I want them combat-ready by dusk."
Jin Ping, momentarily unsure whether to be grateful or terrified, swiftly complied. But just as he turned to leave, Ryan raised a gloved hand.
Pop—
A sharp snap echoed.
Ryan had activated a Psy-Key Break, an advanced fusion technique combining Martian telepathy and Professor X's psychic coding method—instantly dispelling the lingering illusion clouding Jin's cognitive defenses.
"Jin Bin, I'll only say this once. Stand down and listen carefully. Fight me now, and you won't just lose this battle you'll lose who you are. You'll keep growing stronger, but you'll forget what you're fighting for."
Jin, just about to release a gamma-fueled burst of rage (an effect from HYDRA's enhanced durability formula mixed with Goblin Serum), froze.
The title of "Underworld King" wasn't something he gave up lightly. To call another man "Master" was a deep betrayal of that very identity.
But right now, Jin felt it an uncanny sense, like the cosmic precognition Spider-Man calls "Spider-Sense" or what Destiny the mutant refers to as "chronal intuition." If he lashed out, something would shatter permanently.
This strange tug-of-war between ego and existential dread made Jin slowly unclench his fists, confusion etched across his scarred face.
Seeing this, Ryan smirked slightly under the mask, his voice like steel wrapped in velvet:
"You want to know why I'm this powerful? Why I can do things that defy physics, magic, and every scientific principle you've known?"
Jin, now wary but silent, gave a slight nod.
Instead of replying immediately, Ryan activated his Vibranium-threaded soles borrowed from Wakandan stealth tech and walked straight up the wall. Then, effortlessly, he stood upside down on the ceiling, directly facing Jin.
"This is just the surface of what I wield. My core energy is something beyond Ki or Mutant X-Genes. I possess something called... Chakra."
"Chakra?" Jin echoed warily. "What the hell is that?"
Ryan didn't respond with theory. He instead walked over to his tech console, an amalgamation of Stark OS and Wayne Enterprises' neural interface systems, and tapped on a surveillance feed.
He pointed to the paused footage.
"Let me show you why I laughed earlier."
"This man… the one in this clip. Even with all my training enhanced by Ra's al Ghul's League and telepathic tutoring from Jean Grey I still can't guarantee I could beat him in a one-on-one."
"You called him a worthless nobody. So tell me was I supposed to stay quiet… or laugh?"
Jin Bin was silent. He stared at the figure of Russell on the screen performing the Boom-Fang Gate Technique, his eyes filled with deep disbelief and unease.
Ryan Wong didn't elaborate. He simply tapped on another video file—this one from the early confrontation where Ryan had clashed violently with a Hulk-level adversary. "You really think this is just movie CGI?"
"Isn't it?" Jin reflexively muttered, tone uncertain.
Ryan shook his head. "What you saw wasn't special effects. That was Russell, empowered by the same source I possess Chakra. The technique he used? Not alien tech or Stark nanobots, but Ninjutsu. Whether it's his version of the Flying Thunder God Technique—blurring through time-space or the swirling blue energy of a Rasengan, it's all real. All ninjutsu."
"Ninjutsu," he continued, "is powered entirely by Chakra."
"At the core of it, once a person gains Chakra, they can learn to manipulate its form and nature. And eventually, they'll grow into a true powerhouse."
"Jin Bin, do you know why you're meaningless to someone like me?" Ryan's tone grew colder. "Because you're still just a baseline human. No meta-gene. No mutation. No enhancements. No mystic contract. No worth."
"In our ninja world even a mid-tier Shinobi like Iruka Umino could take you apart. You're no Kingpin, not even on his worst day."
"Now, I'm offering you something rare. I'll grant you Chakra. And I'll teach you a few jutsu. Not the top-tier stuff I use but enough for you to stand above mortals."
"Will you submit to me?"
Ryan didn't originally plan to extend this offer. It was a spontaneous decision—born not from mercy, but cold calculation.
If Jin sincerely submitted, he'd become a competent agent, a peripheral operative for the group Akatsuki which Ryan had refounded as a global black-ops network akin to a hybrid of the League of Shadows and Weapon X.
Of course, if Jin refused, then fine another brute added to the frontlines, doomed to expendable duty.
And most importantly, Ryan didn't believe Jin Bin had enough spark left to cause disruption, with or without power.
After all, domination isn't forged by fear alone. You can't break a man with sticks alone sometimes, you offer him sugar-coated poison.
The conversation faded into stillness. Ryan leaned back comfortably in the heavy leather chair that belonged to Jin Bin, idly thumbing through the desk drawers like a king surveying his vassal's secrets.
Jin didn't protest. He bowed his head, thinking hard, battling his pride against survival instinct.
In truth, he had no choice.
Either surrender to the man in the mask, or be broken and made to serve without autonomy.
Submission, on the other hand, meant retaining his identity, gaining power, and continuing his evolution at the cost of becoming someone else's subordinate.
It had been years since Jin called someone "boss." Back then, he was just muscle in a Chinatown gang, answering to a two-bit crime lord. He clawed his way upward, earned fear and respect, built an empire from blood and business.
But now, his ceiling had arrived. There were no more gains without transformation.
To break past his current level, Jin would have to become something… else. A monster. A disciple.
But not a fool.
If he didn't accept evolution, he would be crushed like those who opposed the Super Soldier Program or rejected the mutant cure and got left behind.
Minutes passed.
Then Jin Bin slowly fell to one knee, his pride cracked but his ambition intact.
"Master..." His voice was low but clear. "I hope you can give me that strength."
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