Aguilera: "I Obey, My Lord."
Ray sat inside the cockpit of the Destruction Mammoth, chest rising and falling with adrenaline. His right fist clenched, and he let out a victorious shout.
He did it.
A flawless execution.
A perfect combo.
A one-life clear of the Hulk.
Just minutes ago, he had pushed his strength, intelligence, and reflexes to the limit—and triumphed. The excitement in his chest felt far beyond anything he had experienced during his past assassination missions.
This was a true battle.
Not against fragile human targets, but against the strongest monster on the planet.
While Ray still savored the moment, his earpiece glowed.
"Excellent work, Ray."
Levi's voice. Calm, controlled, satisfied.
Ray scratched his head, smiling like a proud child. "Thank you for the praise, President Levi!"
"Good. Now listen carefully," Levi continued. "Satellite Zenith will retrieve the Destruction Mammoth. You'll ascend with it, return to orbit, and then head back to Thunder Station. Begin diagnostics immediately."
"Understood, President."
Ray pressed a control panel.
The Destruction Mammoth crouched, engines igniting beneath its massive frame.
In a burst of force, the mech shot upward and transformed mid-air—plates shifting, limbs folding—until it became its aerial combat form, a massive gold-trimmed fighter.
High above, Satellite Zenith received Izzy's recovery signal.
A glowing blue ring expanded outward across the sky.
A beam of golden guidance light shot downward.
The giant fighter locked onto it—
FWOOOM—!
The craft ascended like a spear of light, vanishing into the atmosphere and docking with Satellite Zenith in a matter of seconds.
Below, Levi watched with a satisfied expression.
Everything was progressing exactly as he had planned.
Not only had he saved General Ross and defeated Hulk, he also earned tremendous political leverage, harvested massive quantities of malice for Project Malice, and increased his system's World Points.
A total victory.
Levi raised a hand.
"Izzy. Lower the helicopter. We're going down."
"Yes, boss."
Izzy disabled the protective shield, and the helicopter descended toward the smoking battlefield.
On the ground, U.S. soldiers—who had been hiding throughout the fight—finally dared to step out from behind armored vehicles. Though Hulk lay unconscious, no one approached him.
Fear thickened the air.
No one wanted to be the first idiot to poke a sleeping nuclear weapon.
General Ross limped forward, supported by two Modia Units. Fresh bandages wrapped his arms, and exhaustion was etched across his face.
"What are you standing around for? Capture that monster!"
He barked the order…
but only a handful of terrified soldiers took a single reluctant step.
Everyone else stayed rooted in place.
Ross's jaw tightened. These men were soldiers—but who could blame them? One wrong move and Hulk could snap them like twigs.
He sighed.
"It seems I'll have to ask Vanderbuilt Technologies for assistance."
He turned toward the descending helicopter.
The rotors kicked up violent gusts of wind as Levi stepped out onto the battlefield.
Ross hurried over.
"Brother Levi! Truly… thank you. Without your help today, we would've been buried here."
Levi gave a humble smile. "You're too kind. General Ross had everything under control."
Ross nearly choked from embarrassment.
Under control? If not for Levi, he would have been Hulk's dinner.
The two shook hands and walked toward the temporary encampment—passing Hulk's unconscious body.
Levi stopped, feigning confusion.
"Why hasn't anyone restrained Hulk?"
Ross flushed again.
He lowered his voice. "…Brother Levi, please stop teasing. Let your Modia Units handle it."
Levi nodded.
He motioned behind him—and Izzy instantly signaled the Modia Units.
Dozens of Modia Units marched forward, carrying specialized equipment.
They approached Hulk like a team of futuristic engineers:
1. Thick steel binding wires—the more Hulk struggled, the tighter they constricted.
2. A reinforced electro-suppression collar—monitoring and dampening gamma surges.
3. Multiple injections of heavy anesthesia—enough to sedate even Hulk's regenerative metabolism.
4. A containment prison vehicle—equipped with liquid-nitrogen freezing systems.
Within minutes, Hulk was wrapped, chained, collared, drugged, frozen, and locked inside a reinforced chamber.
The soldiers stared in awe.
Ross was speechless.
The efficiency… the professionalism… the absolute competence.
Modia Units performed the entire capture process smoother than human troops ever could.
Once Hulk was secured, Ross and Levi walked into the main command tent.
Ross poured himself water, took a breath, and spoke loudly:
"Brother, I don't know how to repay you! Our Defense Ministry originally planned to purchase 5,000 Modia Units, but after today's performance?"
He slammed the cup down.
"Ten thousand units. Minimum. And that's only the beginning!"
Levi nodded politely.
Ross continued, animated, eyes shining:
"When I return to Washington, I'll propose full-scale adoption. Entire divisions should be upgraded with Modia Units! Let every part of the U.S. military experience the power of your technology!"
"Thank you, General Ross," Levi said with a measured smile.
But Ross wasn't done.
"Another thing… that giant mech earlier."
He leaned forward eagerly. "Vanderbuilt Technologies doesn't happen to have any extra, does it?"
Levi chuckled.
"That particular unit is our strategic trump card. Not for sale."
Ross's face fell with disappointment—until Levi added:
"BUT… if you insist, we can create a special customized model just for you."
"Izzy."
Izzy stepped forward, projecting a hologram. A tall mech appeared, similar to the Destruction Mammoth but bulkier and far simpler in design.
"This is the JIG-Model Heavy Mech," Izzy explained.
"A simplified version of the Destruction Mammoth. Less powerful, but still an extraordinary battlefield weapon."
The holographic mech charged through simulated battlefields.
Izzy narrated:
"Top speed: 80 km/h."
"Powered by a new energy core: 24-hour high-intensity operation."
"Firepower radius: dozens of meters."
"Fully compatible with Modia Unit coordination systems."
Ross's eyes sparkled like a kid staring at a new toy.
He was already imagining showing it off to rival generals.
Of course, the JIG-Model mech was intentionally limited—a politically safe product, incapable of threatening Vanderbuilt Technologies.
The two negotiated terms.
In the end:
$100 million per unit
10 units per year
Ross toasted him.
"For our long-term cooperation, Brother Levi!"
Levi clinked glasses.
After discussing logistics, Levi assigned several Modia Units to escort Ross and the frozen Hulk back to the military base.
As for Levi?
He boarded a sleek fighter jet and returned to his private manor in New York.
For days, he had lived at Vanderbuilt Headquarters overseeing operations.
Now that Phase One of his grand plan had succeeded perfectly…
He earned a well-deserved break.
The jet descended into the estate's garden.
Levi stepped out, greeted by a line of elegant maids—beautiful women from all over the world, hand-picked for their grace and presence. Some even resembled characters from Kamen Rider.
He raised a hand and pointed to one.
"Aguilera. You'll attend me today."
The maid stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said:
"I obey, my lord."
Levi smiled, placed a hand on her back, and led her inside.
It was a long, indulgent night.
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Next Morning
Levi emerged from his massive bedroom wearing a luxurious bathrobe, relaxed and refreshed. He sat at the garden table, sunlight warming his back, sipping finely brewed coffee.
Peace. Comfort. A perfect morning.
Until—
"Izzy?" he frowned. "Why are you here during my vacation?"
Izzy approached, face serious.
"Mr. Levi… the company has encountered a situation that requires your immediate attention."
Levi set his coffee down.
The vacation was over.
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