[Narrator]: "Hello everyone Narrator here I'll be your guide and your entertainer throughout the story. First things first I'd like to welcome you into the world of Veltor, I know you will be thinking "Veltor? I thought it was Ultra city?", well that ain't my fault blame Mr Author for not including it in the synopsis.
You see my people Veltor is the new name for Earth, like the Author already told you,a war happened which led to some events that will be kept a secret for now. So in Veltor the regions are called Cities, it's no longer Countries and the City for this story as you all know is.... Ultra City."
"I know I'm talking to much it might bore you but bear with me, as much as I hate to say it the Author is my boss and I will love to help you guys get into the story."
"You know what—fuck it, Let's dive into the story Shall we?"
[Narrator]: "This is Ultra City an awe-inspiring metropolis of shimmering towers and pulsing neon. Its skyline glowing like a crystal crown under the twilight, alive with flying transports and holographic ads painting the glass surfaces with light. The whole city looking like it's Auditioning for a low budget Sci-fi movie, well let's move on."
"Readers, story starting soon so grab your popcorns. Don't miss me much."
May 21. 4:15 pm
What is a hero? Or rather… what are heroes?
I ask myself this question every day, yet the answer always escapes me. I put on this costume, strike down thugs, and receive their praises—praises I don't deserve. I'm a fraud.
But maybe… this is the only path left for my redemption.
On the corner of 9th Avenue, Royal Crest Bank erupted in alarms.
"Freeze! Nobody move!" Five masked bandits burst through the doors, armed with high-tech rifles, barking threats at civilians.
"Everyone on your knees, now! Faces to the floor! Anyone who doesn't comply gets their head blown off!" one robber shouted.
Everyone in the bank quickly obeyed instantly. Murmurs from each person as they all were whimpering.
"Where's the manager?" the gang leader yelled.
"I'm ri-right here," the manager stammered, fear shadowing his eyes.
One robber kicked him and growled, "Take us to the vaul—"
An arrow slammed into his chest, stealing the rest of his words.
THUMP! His body collapsed to the floor like dead weight, eyes wide in frozen shock.
Gasps rippled through the lobby. A woman screamed. Children clung to their parents. The silence that followed was suffocating—until the second bandit shouted, "What the hell?!"
Tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. The sharp rhythm of footsteps echoed across the floor—quick, deliberate... but no one was there.
Eyes darted wildly. "Who's moving?!" one of the bandits shouted, spinning in panic. Another step—tap-tap—closer this time. "Show yourself!"
A small canister rolled across the floor, hissing. Psshhhhh—white gas burst out, clouding the air in seconds.
"Gas!" someone shouted, coughing violently. "Where did it come from?! I can't see!"
Tap. Tap-tap. Footsteps echoed through the haze—fast, sharp, unpredictable.
"Who's there?!"
More coughing. The sound of running circled them like a phantom. One bandit spun aimlessly, eyes stinging, weapon raised. "I swear if you don't show yourself—!"
THUD. A body dropped.
Gunshots fired. TAT-TAT-TAT!
"Whoever you are, you don't know who you're messing with!"
FLOOSH. An arrow flew.
"AHHH! My leg! My leg!"
The gang leader, shooting wildly, yelled, "If you know what's good for you, show yourself or I'm gonna start shooting these people!"
The civilians began to cry out. "Somebody help us! Help us!"
"You all better shut up, or I'm shooting!" he barked. "Hey mister, come out or people start dying!"
"Where—where is this bastard?" he muttered, turning left, then right, trembling.
"Tch, pitiful." A cold voice whispered.
The thug was stunned. He couldn't fathom how the figure got behind him. Before he could react, the figure drove a sharp chop into the side of his neck.
THUD. His body hit the ground, unmoving.
As the gas cleared, the civilians looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of their savior.
Through the thinning haze, they found him—a lone man in a tactical dark green and black armored suit, standing calm amidst the wreckage.
"It's Vilex!" one civilian shouted.
"I knew he was gonna show up!" another cried.
Before the crowd could start swarming him, he was gone.
Sirens wailed in the distance. The police were arriving.
[Narrator]: That was pretty good but who does this guy think he is, what's with the damage thoughts but I won't blame him Mr Author watches too much of Batman, So guys let's jump to the next scene. Oh I can't wait for you to Meet Best girl."
***
Meanwhile, beneath the towering Hero Association base—an 80-storey glass monolith—the underground bullet train hissed to a stop.
Out stepped Raymond Miller, better known as Frost. With icy-white eyes that seemed to pierce the air around him, his light skin and dark ponytailed hair complemented the cool aura he effortlessly projected. He wore a coat styled like a modern samurai's—icy blue with silver accents—a clear mark of his elemental affinity. There was something intimidating about the way he carried himself, like the chill in the air dropped a few degrees just by his presence.
[Narrator]: "Can't lie this guy got a chilling presence, was about to complain about the heat but he provided a coolant."
In the lobby, he was greeted by two figures: Layla Bremm, her burgundy-red hair cut in a sharp bob and piercing green eyes, dressed in a tactical command suit. Beside her, the ever-calm Johnathan Flicker—ash-blond hair tousled like he'd been working for hours, gray-blue eyes thoughtful behind a white tech-laced lab coat.
"Welcome to Ultra City, Raymond," Layla said.
[Narrator]: "Oh God her voice sounds beautiful."]
"We've been expecting you," Jonathan added.
[Narrator]: "How dare you take words from her mouth, she wasn't done talking and you barge in."]
Raymond adjusted his duffle strap. "Nice to meet you too, Commander. I was told I'd be meeting someone?"
"Quick to business aren't you, well that would be Timothy Slinger. You may know him as Vilex," Jonathan replied.
Raymond smirked. "Okay, I heard he skipped half the Hero Academy and still outpaced most field agents."
Layla chuckled softly. "Yes, he did. He's gifted. For five years now, he's been Ultra City's one and only hero."
"Wow... is he that good?" Raymond raised his eyebrows.
"The best of the best," Jonathan said, smiling.
"I'm finding it hard to believe what you just said, Commander," Raymond replied, still in shock.
The Commander offered a half-smile, arms loosely crossed as she watched his reaction. "Well, you'll find out soon enough—once you start working with him."
Moments later, Timothy entered the lobby.
He took down his hood and removed his mask from his face. He walked towards them with confidence, his brown hair styled cleanly into a fade mullet waved.Deep brown eyes held a quiet intensity—always scanning, always calculating, he looked every bit the man forged by discipline and fire.
"You must be the Academy graduate," he said, offering a hand. "I'm Timothy Slinger."
"Top of the class," Raymond replied, shaking it. "All sweat, no shortcuts."
Timothy's brow lifted. "I dropped out years ago... personal reasons."
"Oh," Raymond added. "I'm Raymond Miller, by the way." Raymond said realizing he hadn't introduced himself.
"Why don't we head upstairs." Layla said to the guys.
They all left for the top floor.
[Narrator]: "Best girl with Confidence. So guys this is where our first chapter ends wish for you guys to meet the remaining crew but I guess it's next chapter. Narrator Ouuut."