The estate was bustling with activity.
"Emelda, go tell everyone they have the day off."
Amon strode into the hall, instructing the maid to give everyone a day off. He wanted to try out the Kabuto Insect Zecter properly.
Emelda bowed and thanked him, immediately going to inform the other maids.
"So, this is the Kabuto Insect Zecter?"
Amon pulled the Kabuto Insect Zecter out of his system. A steel rhinoceros beetle-shaped transformation device appeared in his hand.
[Kabuto Insect Zecter]: Use this Insect Zecter to transform into Kabuto. Requires Zecter recognition.
Buzz!!!
As he was studying the Kabuto Insect Zecter, the rhinoceros beetle suddenly buzzed. In an instant, it broke free and flew away.
"Trying to escape?"
Amon extended his hand and pulled it back. The Phoenix Force enveloped the beetle, bringing it back to his hand. He gripped it tightly, controlling the beetle in his hand. He used pure force to subdue the Kabuto Insect Zecter.
"Henshin!"
[KABUTO!]
Amon slammed the Kabuto Insect Zecter against his belt. Golden light erupted from the Zecter, and green, nano-like barriers spread rapidly over Amon's body. As the light enveloped him, a flash of white light appeared. The Kabuto armor materialized on his body. A strange power flowed around him.
"So, this is Kabuto?"
Amon looked himself over in the mirror. He had transformed into the Blast-type Rider form, with a long rhinoceros beetle horn on his head. It suited his "King" persona. It was a different style from Tony's Iron Man suit, but they were both equally cool.
"I need to go for a ride!"
Amon couldn't contain his excitement as he looked at his silver armor. It was late, the perfect time for a ride without attracting too much attention.
He walked to the garage. It was filled with all kinds of vehicles: flying Fords, unicycles, flying Mercedes, jet motorcycles, you name it. Many of them were system rewards, and he had simply left them in the garage.
Amon walked towards a dark black motorcycle. It looked like a Harley Davidson Fat Boy, but the exhaust was modified. The display on the front of the motorcycle was unlike anything he had seen before. It was actually a 3D projection screen. This was another system reward.
[Amphibious Motorcycle]: Land, air, and water. A three-in-one amphibious motorcycle!
Amon stepped back, sat on the motorcycle with a flourish, and twisted the throttle. The amphibious motorcycle roared to life, launching out of the garage.
"Awesome!"
Amon felt the wind whipping past him, pressed the button on the throttle, and two exhaust pipes popped out on either side of the front and rear wheels. He twisted the throttle, and the exhaust pipes spewed blue flames. A beam of light streaked across the road, and Amon, with his incredible reflexes, navigated the motorcycle at 300 kilometers per hour with ease.
"Should I go to Hell's Kitchen?"
After a moment of hesitation, Amon decided to check out Hell's Kitchen. Maybe he could see Gwen there.
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On the dark streets of Hell's Kitchen, Amon slowed down his motorcycle. As soon as he entered the area, he attracted a lot of attention.
"Hey man, your cosplay is awesome!"
A black guy with dreadlocks waved at Amon. He had something bulging at his waist.
New York was the city that never sleeps, but Hell's Kitchen was a completely different world. The streets were dark and chaotic, covered in graffiti. Runes and symbols from different cultures, vector graphics, seemed to be a testament to the chaos of this complex city. It was like the mixed blood flowing through the veins of the people here. On the dirty streets, you could occasionally see people lying on the ground, their faces hidden by alcohol or death. Here, chaos, crime, blood, and death were everywhere.
"Hey!"
"Kid, your ride is pretty cool, but leave it here and get out! This is Mr. Kingpin's territory!"
The dreadlocked guy raised his right hand and waved it in the air. A few others joined him, surrounding Amon. They spoke, patting the guns at their waists.
"Kingpin?"
Amon was startled. He hadn't expected this universe to have a Kingpin. Anyone who had watched Marvel knew the name Kingpin. The king of the underworld, he ruled the East Coast with an iron fist. He was incredibly cunning and intelligent. He was almost entirely muscle, and some said he could punch through a wall with his bare hands.
"I wonder if I'll get any rewards if I take out Kingpin."
Amon muttered to himself, sitting on his motorcycle. His system's reward system seemed to be based on special events.
"Kid, are you leaving or not? Don't think your weird outfit will save you from a beating!"
The dreadlocked guy curled his lip, his face menacing. If this guy didn't get the message, he wouldn't hesitate to teach him a lesson.
"Sigh, why bother?"
Amon shook his head, lowered the kickstand of his motorcycle, and suddenly attacked. A single kick sent the guy beside him flying backward.
"You want to die!"
The sudden attack made the dreadlocked guy pull out his revolver. But before he could pull the trigger, a steel-clad hand clamped down on his gun.
Crack!
A loud snap. The revolver and the dreadlocked guy's left hand were crushed.
Aaaaaah!!!
The screams echoed through the crime-ridden streets.
At that moment, the others took advantage of the situation, pulling out knives to attack. But in front of Amon, it was like watching children playing pretend. With a few swift movements, he sent the thugs tumbling to the ground, groaning in pain.
Meanwhile, in the sky above.
A red steel shadow soared through the air. It was Tony, out for a drive. He noticed something below.
"Friday, zoom in on the image."
He saw a figure in red and silver armor fighting thugs.
Tony was startled and chuckled. "I didn't expect to run into a fan on a drive."
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