A month passed. During that time, Ryder relentlessly pursued his experiments, using his Amplify ability to sharpen his own cursed energy manipulation even further. He tested dozens of subtle variations—different infusion patterns, slower flows, more precise spiritual targeting.
But despite his tireless efforts, the results were the same.
Every subject eventually died, their bodies unable to endure the alien power twisting through their veins. Some erupted in grotesque masses of darkened flesh, others simply bled out from ruptured organs. By the end of the month, every last expendable test subject—staff, guards, or leftover scientists—had perished under his hands.
Ryder finally straightened, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the silent, bloodstained lab. No more test material. The Red Room's entire infrastructure is gone. Without fresh bodies to refine the process on, continuing this is pointless.
The truth was more practical than defeatist. Ryder didn't mourn the lack of progress—he simply acknowledged that his current supply of expendable material had run out.
Well, this is Marvel. It's never short on monsters hiding in human skin, he mused dryly. Sooner or later, I'll find more… experimental subjects.
So he let the matter rest for now and turned his attention back to building up his base. In the last month, many curious scavengers—small criminal outfits, opportunistic mercenaries, and even a handful of Hydra loyalists—had come sniffing around the Red Room's remains. Most ended up as twisted corpses on his dissecting tables, their bodies repurposed for his tests.
But now it had been ten days since anyone dared approach. Word must have spread—this place was cursed, haunted, or under the control of something far worse than Dreykov's regime. And that suited Ryder perfectly.
The compound remained undisturbed, a dark fortress in the Belarusian wilderness, quietly becoming the seat of his growing shadow power.
"Time to use the sign-in," Ryder muttered to himself with a faint smirk, eyes glinting as he pulled up the interface. It was the monthly sign-in system—something he almost forgot he still had, right alongside the yearly sign-in reward he'd earned after dismantling the Red Room.
[ Congratulations, Host, on the monthly sign-in. You have gained 500 Fantasy Points. ]
"Well, it's not exactly useless," he thought with a shrug. Even small gains stacked up over time. Then, curiosity flickering, he tapped the final yearly sign-in option.
A moment later, a new notification flashed across his vision.
[Congratulations, Host, on the yearly sign-in. You have received the Legendary Reward: Psylocke Summoning Card (Blood Karuido Version)]
"Fuck…" Ryder muttered, eyes widening slightly. He felt a surge of heat as the hot, sleek summoning card materialized in his hand, pulsing with faint crimson energy.
"Damn, this yearly sign-in really delivered," he breathed, turning the card over to admire the intricate gothic patterns etched into it. The image of Psylocke stared back at him, clad in a dark, almost vampiric battle ensemble—definitely the Blood Karuido version from Marvel Rivals. Her eyes glowed a predatory crimson, fangs just barely visible behind parted lips, a black and red psionic blade crackling in her hand.
A vampire hunter look, complete with a cursed edge of her own, Ryder thought, his grin spreading. With her psionic powers and that monstrous sword, she'll be quite the addition.
By the way, system… she's not going to just slash me up with that sword the moment she appears, right? Ryder asked mentally, a bit wary.
[No, Host. She is summoned based on contract. In her tied timeline, she was about to be executed and system intervene saving her life, in return she will be slave of a master. She now recognizes you as her master.]
The system's calm answer made Ryder sigh in relief. Moments later, crimson mist began to swirl in front of him, thickening into a blood-red mass. It twisted and pulsed before finally taking shape—forming into the figure of Psylocke.
She stood there like a gothic nightmare come alive: long, jet-black hair streaked with crimson, clad in dark, ornate armor that seemed almost alive. A massive sword rested against her back, and faint tendrils of psionic energy—deep blood red—slithered around her body. Her eyes glowed with a predatory intensity as they fixed on Ryder.
"You must be my master," she said, her voice low and husky, lips curling into a faintly amused smirk.
"Yes, I am," Ryder replied calmly.
"But are you truly ready to handle something like me?" she asked, head tilting as her eyes roved over him appraisingly. Then she chuckled softly. "Hm. You're not too bad."
She crossed her arms, studying him closer. "When I learned I'd be spared execution only if I agreed to serve a master… I thought it would be some fat old lord with greasy hands. Instead, I get you. As long as you don't try to chain me up or stop me from killing who I please, I don't mind sleeping with you—or fighting at your side. But know this—if you ever betray me or try to force me, I'll just cut your head clean off."
Ryder grinned, entirely unfazed. "Fair enough. I don't intend to cage you or get in your way. But make sure you stay loyal to me—and we'll get along just fine."
Psylocke gave a dark little laugh. "Good. I like it that way."
Then Psylocke stepped forward, her movements smooth and predatory, until she was right in Ryder's space. She reached up, tracing a claw-like finger along his jaw, her blood-red psionic energy crackling faintly at the contact.
Ryder didn't flinch. If anything, his amused grin only grew sharper.
She leaned in close, lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "From this point on, I'm your bitch—use me however you like. But remember my conditions, okay?"
She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her gaze smoldering with something dark and eager.
Ryder simply nodded, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. That was all the invitation she needed.
The next moment, she pushed him roughly back, practically dragging him toward the lavish bed he'd claimed as his in this repurposed Red Room. Her armor fell away in dark, metallic pieces, and her pale, flawless skin gleamed in the dim light.
That night, in this shadowed, blood-soaked corner of the world, Alex Ryder lost his virginity—claimed utterly by the vampiric Psylocke he had summoned. It was hardly tender. It was fierce, demanding, and marked by claw marks and faint trails of blood.
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A/N : As mentioned in tag, it has summoning elements, but it won't be frequent, now it would be much later.
And now First harem member Blood Psylocke unlocked