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“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

Bang! Bang! Both the guards fell to the ground. A black figure stood beside Gon. He was wearing a black mask and black cap, so no one could see his face. But Gon knew… who was standing beside him. It was difficult for him to digest the fact… Together, they both took down each guard one by one. Gon was surprised by the black figure’s mercilessness and on the other hand, Lee Kang Jun wasn’t less amused by seeing Gon’s swift and smooth fighting skills. If possible, he wanted him to join his team.

Pointing his finger at three of them, Black Shadow cooked his own plan. Hisoka charged up his body. A pink aura emerged from his body as he summoned his leftover power and focused solely on Black Shadow. “Hey! Attack!” Said Black Shadow merrily. BOM!

I immediately turned alert and looked around. "Who's there?" "Relax Moon," Zion spoke this time catching my attention. I shifted my eyes towards him when suddenly a man double his size appeared from his behind. My jaw dropped. His physique was equivalent to a Hulk. With huge bulging muscles, sturdy and broad chest, dark ebony hair, chiseled jawline, beautiful baby blue eyes, pink lips, light stubble dusted on his cheeks, and dressed up in a black leather jacket and black trousers with long boots, the man was the perfect definition of hot and handsome.

But in workout gear, it’s a game of where’s skin. He’s got this incredible realistic grayscale full sleeve piece on his right arm of a mountainscape of a wolf pup sitting on a lake looking at the rippled reflection of a full-grown wolf. His legs are grayscale realistic mythology scenes featuring, you guessed it, wolves. His left sleeve is different, still grayscale, but it’s a Nightmare Before Christmas sleeve. And his back dude has a full-color Japanese Godzilla piece. And lastly, his chest piece is this grayscale twisted grove of branches that comes together to look like a guitar with a raven on the perched wings spread wide on the top.

“I know I am in the wrong, please forgive me!” In his bone-chilling fear, Gamma Kevin has reverted to his human form. He pants in fear. All that bravado is long gone. A massive figure stands in front of him. I only see the endless muscular expanse of his back. The telltale sign of his dusty red cloak adorned with black fur makes me freeze. He wears a silk black suit underneath to match. Slowly, the figure bends down and with practiced elegance grabs Gamma Kevin by the front of his shirt. He had picked up Gamma Kevin as if he weighed nothing.

It was the darked skinned guy from the pool! His skin was a deep, rich shade, glistening slightly under the glow of the LED lights. The darkness of his complexion contrasted beautifully with his afro, which framed his face and added an air of mystery to his striking features. His physique was nothing short of mesmerizing. Broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, showcasing the impressive V-shape of his body. Each muscle was sculpted with precision, the contours of his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The chiseled abs, a perfect six-pack were breathtaking.

The tattoos climbed his neck and curled along his jaw. His hair was a dark, heavy mohawk, the sides of his head shaved close. His jawline was sharp enough to cut. His skin carried the faint bronze of someone who lived under sun and war. His lips — soft pink against his rough face looked almost out of place, but they didn’t make him any less dangerous. And his eyes. They were black. The kind of black that made you feel you were falling into it. The kind of black that told you there was no mercy there. His gaze locked on me, and it felt like a hand closing around my throat.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

They 'Monetized' our 'Universe' to 'Balance' the 'Ledger' of the 'Infinite'. Dominic Thorne stepped to her side, his "Ice-King" presence a "Dark-Vortex" in the white. He wasn't wearing his charcoal suit anymore; he was clothed in "Resonance-Armor" of "Vantablack-Indigo," his "Somatic-Grafts" pulsing with a "Nuclear-Authority." He looked at the "Grid," his "Ice-Blue" eyes "Locking" onto the "Source-Code" of the $1,000,000 contract.