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A tall figure stepped forward from the group. Unlike the others, this man wasn't masked. His bald head gleamed under the flickering warehouse lights, and his eyes burned with an unnatural glow.

"Well, well… I was wondering when you'd show up," the man cracked his knuckles while speaking. "Name's Scythe. And you? You just walked into your grave."

Aleman tilted his head slightly. "Is that so?"

Scythe grinned before lunging forward.

His speed was unnatural and his movements seemed quite inhuman.

'A super-powered individual for sure...' August said internally as he watched his fist shoot out like a bullet, aimed straight at his head.

But Aleman wasn't an ordinary man either... And now they could confirm the rumors themselves.

He activated Perfect Veil in an instant causing his body to fade into the darkness as he evaded the punch easily.

Scythe's punch connected with nothing but air, his smug expression replaced with surprise.

Then, Aleman struck.

A precise strike to Scythe's ribs sent the man skidding back, but he barely seemed fazed. His enhanced physiology allowed him to tank hits that would have shattered normal bones.

"Cute trick," Scythe smirked. "My turn."

His entire arm glowed as he swung his arm.

An invisible powerful force swept forward, cracking the pavement beneath them. Aleman ducked to evade the telekinetic surge, but the air pressure alone sent him sliding back.

He immediately appeared visible again.

"Guns up! Take him down!" one of the goons shouted.

The other hijackers opened fire.

Bullets whizzed through the air, flashing like tiny comets.

Aleman darted through the chaos, teleporting short distances with Phantom Blitz to avoid the hailstorm of lead.

He leapt onto the side of the truck, using it as cover before launching into action once more.

It was time to end this.

Aleman lifted his hand with mana crackling between his fingertips. The air around him buzzed with electricity as he summoned his most devastating real-world ability—Thunderspear.

Lightning gathered, forming into a massive javelin of pure destruction. The sky rumbled ominously as he hurled it with pinpoint accuracy toward the incoming goons.

The impact was cataclysmic.

A blinding explosion of light illuminated the day as the Thunderspear crashed into the pavement, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Vehicles flipped, metal screeched, and bodies were flung back by the sheer force.

The few hijackers still standing quite a distance from the point of impact, gaped in horror.

Scythe groaned while trying to pull himself up from the debris as his body still vibrated with residual energy.

His cocky demeanor was gone.

Like many others, his body was scorched and lightning arcs occasionally ran across his physique.

"You—" he coughed. "You're a damn monster."

Aleman stepped forward, unfazed. "You picked the wrong target."

Scythe snarled while charging forward once again. Aleman thrust his leg forward, landing a heavy kick on his chest that sent Scythe flying.

He immediately passed out.

Sirens wailed in the background.

The police had finally caught up.

The remaining hijackers were left scattered across the area, moaning in pain as the flashing red-and-blue lights flooded the scene.

Aleman took one last glance at the vehicles in the surroundings, making sure the health potions were intact.

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As the police swarmed the area, he turned away and slipped back into the shadows.

...

...

The news was abuzz once again with headlines plastered all over media outlets.

"Masked Vigilante Aleman Takes Down Criminal Group Hijacking Medical Supplies"

"Who is Aleman? The Mysterious Miracle Man Strikes Again!"

Footage of the high-speed chase and Aleman's precise takedown of the criminals played repeatedly on TV and social media platforms. Turns out CCTV was everywhere.

Many were hailing him as a guardian of the city, while others debated if he was a dangerous individual operating outside the law. Either way, his name had gained even more traction.

At Faith Specialist Hospital, Aleman sat across from the board of directors in their modern conference room. The atmosphere was tense but not hostile.

Dr. Lyle Harrington, the hospital's director, leaned forward with fingers interlocked as he studied Aleman's masked figure. "While we deeply appreciate your swift action in recovering the stolen health potions, we can't ignore the fact that our supplies were nearly lost to criminals. This is a multi-million-dollar operation, Aleman. We need assurance that such an incident will not happen again."

Aleman nodded slightly, fully expecting this conversation. "I understand your concerns, Dr. Harrington. That's why I propose a new security measure."

The room went silent as everyone focused on him.

"From now on," Aleman continued, "one of my elite guards will accompany every delivery from AM Coven to Faith Specialist Hospital. They'll ensure that the supplies arrive without a hitch."

Dr. Harrington exchanged glances with the other board members before exhaling in relief. "That sounds like a reasonable solution. We don't want another incident, and this additional measure will provide some much-needed reassurance."

A few murmurs of agreement circulated around the table before Dr. Harrington nodded firmly. "Alright, we'll implement this immediately."

With that settled, Aleman left the hospital and returned to AM Coven. Business had to go on, and he had no intention of letting the robbery disrupt the day's operations.

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(( Later That Evening ))

The day was winding down, and AM Coven was as lively as ever. Players were exchanging game-extracted items, negotiating deals, and browsing the ever-growing collection of game artifacts.

Aleman was overseeing the operations when Derrick approached him.

"Aleman," Derrick said in a low voice. "Detective Wright is here again. He's waiting in the private lounge."

Aleman sighed. He had a feeling Wright wasn't here for pleasantries.

He made his way to the lounge and stepped inside to find Detective Wright sitting casually on one of the leather couches, sipping from a small glass of water.

He had the air of a man who was about to make another offer that Aleman wouldn't want to accept.

"Detective Wright," Aleman greeted while closing the door behind him.

Wright looked up with his usual composed expression in place. "Aleman. Quite the eventful morning, wasn't it?"

Aleman sat across from him. "If you're here to talk about the robbery, I already have new security measures in place. It won't happen again."

Wright smirked. "Oh, I'm sure it won't. But that's not why I'm here." He set the glass down on the table. "This city has been facing an increase in supernatural-related crimes. The robbery today was just another sign that things are escalating."

Aleman remained silent, waiting for him to get to the point.

Wright leaned forward. "We need someone who understands supernatural elements to lead the Supernatural Task Force. And we believe you're the right person for the job."

Aleman let out a dry chuckle. "Let me get this straight. You want me, someone who operates independently, to work directly with law enforcement? To take orders?"

Wright smirked. "Not exactly. You wouldn't be taking orders. You'd be leading. We'd give you resources, classified intel, and a team. But you'd run it your way."

Aleman leaned back and crossed his arms. "And what makes you think I'd agree?"

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"Because," Wright leaned in closer, "you're already doing it. You took down the Onis before, helped in critical situations, and now you just prevented millions of dollars worth of health potions from falling into the wrong hands. You're already protecting this city. I'm offering you the means to do it more effectively."

Aleman remained silent for a moment. It was an interesting offer, but he wasn't the kind of person to be tied down to an organization.

After a pause, he finally spoke. "I'll think about it."

Wright smirked. "That's all I ask." He stood up and adjusted his coat. "We'll be in touch."

As he walked out, Aleman exhaled deeply. It seemed like his actions were drawing more and more attention, and not just from the public.

The game he was playing in real life was becoming just as dangerous as the one in Enders Light.

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...

Rachel Valentine shuffled through the stacks of files in her small, dimly lit cubicle.

The clock on the wall read past midnight, and most of her colleagues had long since gone home, but she, as usual, had nowhere to go. The city outside pulsed with night lights, but she remained trapped in this corporate cage, paying off a debt that never seemed to shrink.

Her ears perked up when she heard voices drifting from the executive offices at the far end of the hallway. She recognized one immediately—Mr. Grayson Calloway, her direct superior, the balding man with fox eyes and a cruel smirk that never seemed to fade.

"The AM Coven deal is still stuck. Aleman isn't biting," a gruff voice muttered.

Rachel froze. 'AM Coven?'

"We keep offering shares, but he's turning us down every damn time," another voice chimed in. "I don't get it. We could make a fortune investing in that place. If he opens up, the revenue would be astronomical."

"Aleman's too smart to just sign a deal that benefits us more than him," Grayson said dryly. "He knows his worth. Unlike most people."