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The first million.
Twenty million for the second time.
This time, the surge was sprinting past thirty million.
Based on past historical records, everyone could already guess. The fragments of his past life being captured next would surely be more extraordinary than ever before. Activity soared from 30 million to 35 million, then 40 million, and still, the numbers climbed.
Everyone stared at the pulsing digits in panic. The speed was unnatural, almost mocking reason itself.
Within the Federation Administration, the Director clutched his temples. Another past life capture and another storm of difficulties. Activity had doubled in growth, and the cause remained unknown.
Countless crisis theories flooded the Terra Federation. It was as if this rising force was about to devour his very soul. He lifted his eyes to the circle of expectant experts.
"I'll be honest," the Director muttered hoarsely. "I'm panicking."
Calming protocols had been deployed, but the flow of data across the Net was unstoppable. So far, nothing was working. Especially troubling was whether the catastrophic resonance of the Earth Age, now awakened, might still overlap with Terra itself. Even he almost believed the rumors, but someone had to deny them.
"The activity is still climbing? How could his past life hold such power…?" Aldice swirled a goblet of scarlet wine, staring absently through the high-rise window, "How magnificent… far more enthralling than that vampire fortress I claimed. Whoever awakens such memories… will surpass even my immortal blood."
Inside a lavish hotel suite.
Elenora watched the activity spike again, and her anger boiled over. With one sharp motion, she crushed the crystal goblet in her hand, grinding the shards to powder beneath his heel.
"A second skyrocketing? How can activity soar twice in a single capture? What in the abyss is happening?!"
Across Terra, rumors of looming catastrophe spread like wildfire, and Elenora smiled through her fury because danger meant opportunity. If she wielded the memories she had seized, she could rise above any foe. She could become the Federation's hero.
But now, within Terra itself, someone even stronger might appear. Someone who could press her down… and claim the mantle of savior. She refused to accept that. She had shattered records unseen for a century, and she was meant to be the protagonist of this era.
The growth rate refused to slow, and the Net convulsed with madness. Then, suddenly, the surge halted and a new vision unfolded.
"Huh? That looks like a research base…"
"Are those scientists? White coats everywhere."
"Are they prepping surgery?"
"Wow… that woman's figure is unreal..."
[ A frail soldier named Rogers followed Agent Carter through a secret passage into a vast laboratory. Dozens of onlookers gathered around strange devices. At the center stood a cylindrical chamber, gleaming with cold metal. ]
[ "Good morning," Said the Doctor, shaking Rogers' hand. "Are you ready?" ]
[ Rogers swallowed. "Ready as I'll ever be." ]
[ "Remove your shirt, tie, and hat," the Doctor instructed. ]
[ Rogers' thin frame looked like that of a boy beside the soldiers around him. Still, he climbed awkwardly into the chamber. ]
"This guy? He's so weak, how'd he even pass the selection?"
"Wait, is this the origin of their super-soldiers?"
"No wonder activity spiked, the timeline just rewound further!"
[ The Doctor approached. "Any discomfort?" ]
[ Rogers forced a smile. "Only that I didn't get any of your good wine first." ]
[ The Doctor chuckled. "I saved none this time. Perhaps next." ]
[ Technicians cleared the chamber floor. The Doctor's voice carried through the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is not a step toward destruction, but toward peace." ]
[ A series of needles and cables locked into place around Rogers. ]
[ "We begin with cellular injections," the Doctor explained. "The serum accelerates regeneration, then the life-ray amplifies it. Start the process. Five-second countdown." ]
[ Blue serum surged through Rogers' veins. Stark twisted a lever, and the chamber hissed shut. Energy meters spiked. ]
[ "10%… 20%… 30%…" ]
[ At 70%, Rogers screamed in agony. Technicians rushed to abort the process, but Rogers shouted: "Don't stop! I can endure it!" ]
[ Stark grit his teeth and pushed the system to maximum. Sparks flew. Then, silence. The hatch opened. The frail Rogers was gone. In his place stood a titan, muscles corded with power, eyes alight with determination. ]
The stream exploded.
"Holy, what tech is this?!"
"Marry me, super-soldier!"
"He just… grew like bread in an oven!"
"Incredible! Terra's ancestors had this power?!"
Even the expert team erupted in chaos.
Tonio leapt to his feet, trembling.
"Biopharmaceuticals! Beyond comprehension, this breaks every known biological law!"
"A fragile body, transformed into a weapon of war… This isn't evolution. It's re-forging a human." Other experts stared, awestruck.
"If this serum and process are reproducible…" One whispered, "…couldn't we create legions of such fighters?"
The Chief's pulse hammered, "If Terra's citizens were given this… wouldn't we all awaken power?"
He shook his head almost instantly. Uncontrolled strength alone meant little.
The footage surged onward.
[ Explosion ripped through the upper levels of the laboratory. The sole remaining vial of serum was stolen. In the chaos, the Doctor fell dead. The thief fled by car until Rogers burst from the chamber, intercepting Carter from a deadly collision. Then he ran. Faster than any car. Over walls. Across rooftops. ]
[ The chase ended at the river, where the thief tried to flee in a submarine. Rogers dove straight in, shattered the glass with a single punch, and dragged him out like a rag doll. ]
The experts gasped.
"Three-meter leap… Fifteen meters per second, minimum! And underwater, that strike equaled an explosive charge!"
"Unreal… a living weapon."
Historian Johan's pen faltered. No words seemed enough to capture the impossible.
The Chief swallowed, "Tony's armored suits… Thor's storm-wielding might… and now Rogers, a living superhuman. These aren't coincidences. These are fragments of the same legacy."
Others nodded grimly. The whispers all aligned with one conclusion: the "Immortal Warrior" records spoke of this very group.
"Classify all related files to Level 8 immediately," the Director ordered.
But the assistant froze, "Sir… Immortal Warrior archives are already at Level 9. The Supreme Court Elder Hyeon authorized it, just one minute ago."
The Director stiffened. Even the highest halls of power were watching.
"How far along are the replication efforts?" he asked.
The researchers shook their heads, bitter smiles on their lips.
"Not even close. We can't recreate the Ark reactors, much less the serum."
"The colliders burned out. Every attempt has failed."
"Impossible.."
The Chief sighed, but the image of the mechanical whale haunted him still. If only that power could be cloned, developed, and brought to Terra.
"How is the search for compatible children?"
"43 cases found," the assistant said softly. "All around age eight. All showing fragments."
The Director's eyes lit briefly, then dulled again. Too few. Too unstable. Too dangerous to reveal. Unless… a stable method could be found. Something permanent.
The room fell silent until the holographic display flared, and the assembled experts screamed. Their faces twisted with awe and terror alike. For what appeared before them could only be described with a single word: revelation.