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First-Person POV – Evelyn

If you had told me 24 hours ago that I'd be fighting actual criminals in Marvel's New York, I would have laughed in your face.

But here I was. Standing in a dark alley, gripping a combat knife, and trying not to die.

How did it come to this?

Oh, right. Because the system is an asshole.

📜 [Mission: First Steps to Power]

🔹 Objective: Win a real fight against a genuine threat.

🔹 Reward: +50 Points, Minor System Upgrade.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

I wanted something low-risk, like stopping a mugging or fighting some punk with a baseball bat.

Instead, I had walked straight into a goddamn ambush.

One guy had a gun. The other? An ex-HYDRA enforcer.

And now, I had three seconds to figure out how to not get shot.

Great. Just great.

Third-Person POV – Rooftop Nearby

Claire Lawson wasn't nosy.

Okay, that was a lie. She was a little nosy.

So when she saw her quiet neighbor—the girl who barely spoke to anyone—walk into a dark alleyway at one in the morning, Claire's instincts screamed something's off.

Then she saw the knife.

And the guy with the gun.

Oh, hell no.

She crouched behind a rooftop ledge, watching everything unfold.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

The guy with the gun—Troy Bennett—was already aiming.

I moved before I could think.

Using Parkour Assist, I lunged sideways, grabbing a metal trash can lid mid-dive.

BANG!

The shot barely missed, pinging off the dumpster behind me.

I whipped the trash can lid at his face.

It slammed into him, making him stumble backward.

One down.

That left—

Oh, shit.

Something hard slammed into my ribs, sending me flying into the alley wall.

Jackson Rourke.

I barely had time to recover before he was on me, knife flashing.

Third-Person POV – Detective Marcus Reed

Detective Reed had been tracking Jackson Rourke for weeks.

When the radio reported gunshots near Rourke's last known location, he knew something was going down.

By the time he got there, he saw three things:

1. Troy Bennett unconscious on the ground.

2. Jackson Rourke fighting some girl.

3. The girl wasn't losing.

He pulled out his gun, but before he could act—

She moved.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

I twisted, barely dodging Rourke's blade.

He was fast. Strong. Trained.

Not a street thug.

Not some punk with a gun.

A real fighter.

And I was losing.

He caught my wrist, forcing the knife out of my grip.

Then he punched me in the stomach.

Hard.

I gasped, doubling over.

Before I could react, he grabbed me by the collar and slammed me into the ground.

CRACK.

Pain exploded through my back.

For a second, I couldn't move.

Is this it?

Is this how I die?

No.

No. I refuse.

A flicker of red energy pulsed through my veins.

Demonic energy. Weak. But there.

Use it.

I gritted my teeth and threw my head forward, slamming my forehead into Rourke's face.

He grunted, grip loosening.

I used that moment to bring my knee up, hitting his ribs.

He staggered back—and I didn't hesitate.

I grabbed my knife and slashed.

The blade sank into his shoulder.

He stiffened, staring at me.

Then—

He smiled.

"You're not just some random idiot," he muttered.

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, twisted it violently—

CRACK.

I screamed.

Pain ripped through my arm as I dropped the knife.

Rourke grinned through the blood, raising his other fist—

Then the black SUV pulled up.

More men. Armed.

I froze.

Rourke wiped his mouth, glancing at the new arrivals.

"You have no idea what you just stepped into, girl."

I needed to get out. Now.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

I was running on pure survival instinct.

Bullets pinged off the fire escape as I climbed.

I vaulted over the rooftop edge, rolling as I landed.

My ribs screamed in protest, my wrist was probably broken, and I was pretty sure I had a concussion.

But I was alive.

Mission complete.

I stumbled into my apartment, locking the door behind me.

Then, I collapsed onto the floor.

📜 [Mission Complete: First Steps to Power]

✔ Objective: Win a real fight against a genuine threat. (Success)

💰 Reward: +50 Points, Minor System Upgrade.

📊 New Skill Unlocked: Demonic Reflex Boost (Passive)

• Slightly improves reaction speed in combat.

• Allows faster dodging & counterattacks.

🩸 [Demonic Regeneration Activated]

• Minor wounds healing… 67% complete.

• Major injuries will take longer.

I let out a shaky breath.

I survived. Barely.

And I had pissed off some very dangerous people.

Third-Person POV – Alexander Kane's Office

Alexander Kane read the report in silence.

One girl. Took down Rourke. Outmaneuvered his men.

And escaped.

Interesting.

"Find her," he said, voice calm.

"And bring her to me."

First-Person POV – Evelyn

I had no idea that I had just gotten a bounty on my head.

Instead, I was dealing with something equally terrifying.

📩 [Multiversal Chat Group]

🕷️ Peter Parker: HOLY CRAP. THAT WAS INSANE.

💀 I'm Not a Bad Slime: That was… kinda brutal. You okay?

⚔️ The Lone Wolf: You were sloppy. But you survived. That's what matters.

👾 Administrator (Me): …I hate all of you.

I sighed, rubbing my still sore ribs.

Maybe I wasn't alone in this, but damn if it didn't feel that way sometimes.

I need to get stronger.

Because something told me that tonight's fight?

Was just the beginning.