Izzy hurried into Levi's office, her heels tapping sharply against the polished floor as if the sound itself carried urgency.
"Master President!" she called out, bowing respectfully as she approached.
Levi placed his coffee cup aside, turning calmly to face her. "Izzy, what is it?"
Without answering immediately, Izzy held out a tablet—its screen already lit with a series of alarming headlines.
Levi took the device.
And his expression darkened instantly.
The tablet belonged to Vanderbuilt Technologies, fully encrypted and secure, yet what he saw on its screen was anything but comforting.
The first headline blared across the display:
[Clarion Daily: SHOCK! Vanderbuilt Technologies Cooperates With the Military to Target Civilians!]
Beneath the sensational title were several images—stitched together deliberately to mislead. One photo showed Modia Units walking through the slums, perfectly harmless. The next photo showed innocent civilians collapsed in blood, clearly from a different incident entirely.
It was a manufactured lie.
A calculated attack.
Levi's eyes narrowed as he scrolled.
The next headline was just as poisonous:
[Daily Mail: EXPOSED! Are Police Modia Units Secretly Practicing Racial Bias?]
The report claimed that since law enforcement had integrated Modia Units into patrol routes, their "data analysis" disproportionately targeted minorities. The numbers were twisted, the conclusions exaggerated.
It was propaganda.
All of it.
Izzy stood stiffly beside him and began reporting.
"Master President, since early this morning, multiple media outlets have been spreading negative reports about Vanderbuilt Technologies. I've already intercepted and blocked most of the digital posts, but… printed newspapers cannot be stopped."
As the news rapidly spread offline and online, uninformed citizens began to panic. Rumors exploded across social media. Negative comments multiplied. Hashtags accusing Vanderbuilt Technologies of corruption and abuse surged to the top of the forums.
Yes—some reasonable voices tried defending the company.
But they were quickly drowned out.
Levi leaned back slightly, fingers tapping the table rhythmically.
This situation was unacceptable.
Because Vanderbuilt Technologies' Modia Unit program was the cornerstone of a massive long-term plan—an economic revolution involving both military-grade and civilian-use AI systems. The military would rely on Modia Units for logistics and support. The public would adopt lifestyle Modia Units.
Every household, every business, every hospital.
A wave of negative reputation at this scale could cripple the entire initiative.
His voice turned cold.
"Izzy. Find out who orchestrated this smear campaign."
"Understood!"
She immediately activated Satellite Zenith, connecting into the global data stream. Near-instantly, she began tracing the digital fingerprints.
This wasn't a dark-web job. It was too sophisticated, too well-funded. The dark web was full of criminals—not political manipulators.
Within minutes, Izzy straightened, touching her earpiece.
"Master President. I've identified the source."
She transferred a report onto the tablet.
Levi glanced at it—and his eyes hardened.
Osborn Industries.
Izzy elaborated, "They provided funding and distributed the material to multiple media outlets. All negative reports originated from them—directly or indirectly."
Levi chuckled darkly.
He opened the dossier.
It detailed exactly how Osborn Industries had leaked confidential information about the military operation at the border—a location that was classified. No civilian should have been able to capture images or reports from there.
Meaning someone inside the military collaborated with Osborn.
Again.
Levi's lips curved into a cold smile.
"Norman Osborn… you finally jumped out."
He wasn't surprised. He and Norman Osborn already had a deep, longstanding feud.
Years ago, when Vanderbuilt Technologies created its multi-function medical body scanner—a life-saving device that detected hidden diseases early—the product disrupted several sectors, especially pharmaceuticals.
And Osborn Industries controlled multiple expensive patent-protected drugs.
When early diagnosis eliminated the need for such medicines?
Osborn's revenue dropped.
Massively.
Financial reports plummeted. Investors panicked. Norman Osborn blamed one thing:
Vanderbuilt Technologies.
He rallied several conglomerates, launching a blockade to suppress Levi's company. For almost a year, it worked.
But Levi came back stronger.
At the Science and Technology Summit, he shocked the world and secured a collaboration with General Ross, giving Vanderbuilt Technologies a massive military contract—one Osborn desperately needed.
Naturally, Norman Osborn couldn't accept this.
He resorted to desperation.
He dug up old footage, fabricated stories, paid unethical reporters—all to defame Levi and his company.
And now he leaked military secrets to attack Vanderbuilt.
Izzy asked, "Master President… how should we handle this?"
Levi closed his eyes for a moment, considering.
A press conference?
No.
Addressing rumors directly only fuels more rumors. People don't want truth. They want drama.
"So," Levi murmured, "we will smother this drama with a bigger one."
He opened his eyes.
"Izzy. Search globally. Find any major news—anything. If there is a suitable event, push it to the top. Cover our negative press with a bigger story."
Izzy nodded immediately and began scanning the global news grid.
Levi knew this was a temporary patch.
A distraction.
To erase the smear entirely, he needed something spectacular.
A public turning point, a highlight, a heroic feat, something that made the world forget the rumors naturally.
And Norman Osborn had volunteered to become the villain in that story.
"So be it."
Levi smirked.
"Before I destroy you, Norman, I will make you panic first."
He pulled up his system interface and retrieved the World Heritage Card he hadn't yet used.
Last time he received two heritages—one from Kamen Rider No.1, which he had already passed on to HYDRA's Dr. Zola through the Winter Soldier. The technology was basic, but still required time to process.
The other heritage…
He turned the card.
A monstrous figure, drenched in blood, dominated the artwork.
Violent.
Savage.
Unshackled.
A beast roaring at the world around it.
Levi's eyes gleamed.
"Kamen Rider Amazons…"
A brutal, visceral universe.
One that fit perfectly for his next move—both symbolically and strategically.
The inheritance would give him something powerful, something that could shift public attention instantly… and something that could push Norman Osborn into a crisis he could never escape.
Levi tightened his grip on the card.
"Time to begin."
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