System X: The Villain Rise

The doctor wasn't just a medical professional—he was a man with unique abilities, like every other doctor in this specialized section of the hospital. To qualify for this role, doctors must complete a six-month ability training course and pass a rigorous final exam before being allowed to practice.

Sulan lacked this crucial information; otherwise, he would have been better prepared for what was about to unfold.

The doctor sat calmly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. In his mind, he had already resolved to confront the intruder. It had been a while since he last used his abilities, and he welcomed the opportunity. After all, it wasn't every day that someone willingly walked into his domain to challenge him.

However, what caught the doctor off guard was the speed at which the man who had just entered his office was now standing directly behind him.

"He must have a dash skill" the doctor thought, unable to respond to the man's command.

"Hand over your—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the supposed hostage turned the tables. In a swift move, the man broke free, grabbing Sulan by the shirt and slamming him against the wall. The doctor's grip was firm, pinning him in place. Sulan was momentarily stunned by the sudden counterattack. Even though he was still held against the wall, he hadn't anticipated such a bold move. He had let his gut down, underestimating the man as just an ordinary doctor.

Sulan smiled coldly, locking eyes with the man. Without hesitation, he moved to strike a vital point that would render the man unconscious.

However, the doctor was quicker than he appeared and managed to block the attack, matching Sulan's speed.

Sulan frustration grew. He needs to end this quickly —he didn't have time for this unexpected fight. But before he could regain control, the doctor launched a counterattack, slamming Sulan hard against the wall. The impact jolted him. And his irritation flared.

"He has an ability... Super strength," Sulan muttered to himself, gritting his teeth. "Shit."

Determined to end this, Sulan activated his dash skill, vanishing from view and reappearing behind the doctor. With precise aim, he struck a vital point, weakening the man as planned.

However, Sulan wasn't looking to knock him unconscious—he needed the doctor awake to copy his identity and access Kaiza's ward.

The doctor, though weakened, tried to resist. Sulan struck again. This time on the opposite side of the man's neck, leaving him completely paralyzed.

"You should have just let me do what I needed to in peace," Sulan muttered, his voice cold. "But no, you had to show off."

He placed his hand on the man's body copying his identity. A few seconds later, Sulan grabbed the doctor's ID. He walked out of the room, and locked the man inside without a second glance.

Now equipped with the doctor's identity and fragments of his memories—particularly those concerning Kaiza's medical records, ward—Sulan had transformed seamlessly into the man. His expression was calm, his movements deliberate, as he approached the ward where Kaiza was supposedly held.

At the entrance, the military guards conducted their verification. Without much exchange of words, they allowed him to pass. Sulan stepped through a narrow passageway, his heart steady, and entered the ward room.

"What?" he exclaimed, his gaze scanning the room. It was empty. "He's not here."

Frustration boiled within him. He didn't want to draw attention to himself by asking anyone about Kaiza's whereabouts, but he was running out of options. Reluctantly, Sulan activated his raider—a device he preferred not to use unless absolutely necessary—to track the boy's location.

To his disbelief, the raider confirmed that Kaiza was still in the building and, more specifically, in this very ward.

"How is that possible?" Sulan muttered, his brows furrowing as he glanced around again.

Meanwhile, moments earlier, as the ward door chimed and began to open, Kaiza had been walking toward it. He had made up his mind to call in the military guards for protection. Although he knew how foolish he might sound claiming someone was out to kill him, he didn't care. For the first time, Kaiza felt a growing desire to live—not just for survival, but for revenge.

As the door opened and the doctor stepped in, Kaiza's system sent an immediate notification:

[Malicious intent detected within the perimeter]

Unlike before, the system provided precise details about the danger.

[Threat to user's life detected]

[Activating Hide Mode]

In an instant, Kaiza vanished—not physically, but to anyone in the room, he was now invisible. Yet, he could see everything and everyone clearly.

Sulan stepped into what appeared to be an empty room, his sharp gaze scanning every corner. To him, it was just that—empty.

Kaiza, however, stood silently, watching. His heart raced as he studied the man who appeared to be his doctor. Confusion clouded his thoughts. Why would his system alert him to a threat when it was just the doctor? Was his life truly at risk in this hospital? The notion unsettled him.

In Kaiza's mind, there could only be one explanation: someone had paid this doctor to take his life.

Unbeknownst to him, the man standing before him wasn't just a doctor but his former pursuer—Sulan—disguised and determined to find him.

Sulan stared at the raider, frustration and doubt gnawing at him. The device clearly indicated that Kaiza was in the room, yet there was no sign of him.

"Is the raider malfunctioning?" he muttered to himself, glancing around the empty space. His thoughts shifted as a possibility crept into his mind. "Does the boy… also have invisibility powers?"

Just as Sulan began to piece the puzzle together, his raider lit up again. New figures appeared on the radar. At first, he assumed they were his men coming to locate him, but that assumption was quickly discarded. The figures on the screen were marked red—a clear sign of danger.

"If they were mine, they'd show green," Sulan thought grimly, his senses sharpening. "Who are they?"

Acting on instinct, he moved swiftly into the shadows, avoiding the light. His eyes darted to the window, and a realization hit him—there was a window in the room, contrary to what he'd been told.

Suddenly, two figures, dressed in black and moving with the precision of ninjas, slipped silently through the window. Sulan tightened his grip on his weapon, his mind racing.

"How did they get in?" he wondered, his jaw tightening. The situation was escalating far faster than he had anticipated, and these intruders were clearly not on his side.

Sulan didn't waste time pondering the question; he launched an attack on the ninjas who had intruded on what was supposed to be his private mission. Failure was not an option, and he wasn't about to face the consequences of botching this operation.

Confident in his abilities, Sulan thought his initial strike would eliminate them instantly. But to his shock, the ninjas dodged his move with ease, their speed matching his own.

"How are they this fast?" Sulan thought, his mind racing. "It was an unannounced attack."

As his eyes locked onto them, he noticed their stance. They crouched low to the floor, resembling a spider's poised position. One arm extended upward, the other pressed firmly against the ground. One leg was bent close to the chest, while the other stretched behind them.

The ninjas rose slowly to their feet, their movements fluid and deliberate. Sulan's eyes narrowed as he observed them closely, his disbelief growing.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. These weren't ordinary intruders—they were something far more dangerous.

"The Man-Tans!" Sulan whispered, his voice barely audible but tinged with recognition and dread. With just one glance, he identified the figures before him.

"I won't let you escape this time." Sulan summoned his daggers, gripping them tightly, his resolve evident. He prepared to strike, but before he could, the men retreated. Some even performed acrobatic stunts, flipping gracefully back through the window.

Standing in their place now was a man Sulan instantly recognized—the figure from the underground garage.

"Gwange!" Sulan hissed, his voice betraying a mix of worry, fear, and anger. His clenched fists and the sharp tone in his voice suggested a complicated history with this man.

Gwange, however, showed no interest in Sulan's reaction. Without sparing him a word, he turned to his men and issued a command, his voice calm but authoritative:

"Find the boy and keep him safe."

The Man-Tans disappeared through the window as quickly as they had come, leaving Gwange and Sulan face-to-face.

Meanwhile, Kaiza, hidden by his system's invincibility mode, observed the scene with growing unease.

"Who are these men? And can they really not see me?" he wondered, his thoughts racing. Despite his concerns, he felt a small sense of relief. For once, he didn't have to fight for his own survival—it seemed someone else had taken up the task of protecting him.

Kaiza stayed where he was, silently observing as the scene unfolded. He was determined to watch how things would play out, keeping his guard up just in case.

"Okay! Enough messing around. I want to see your real face," the newcomer's voice cut through the tension, snapping Kaiza back to the present.

Kaiza's attention shifted to the source of the voice. The words puzzled him.

"Face? What does he mean by that?" Kaiza thought, trying to make sense of the demand.

Then, to his astonishment, the doctor standing before the newcomer began to shift. His white coat and calm demeanor melted away, replaced by a sleek black outfit—Kaiza's own doom, Sulan.

"That man?" Kaiza gasped under his breath, his heart skipping a beat. The pieces were starting to come together, and it was clear that this wasn't just another ordinary encounter.