My New Live in DC

Northern Mountains, 100km from the City of Metropolis

The cold was intense, piercing, almost supernatural in nature, seeming to penetrate the bones and reach the very core of the soul. If Shadow had been able to move, he would have certainly curled up, pressing himself into any corner that might offer some comfort—but he couldn't. His body was motionless, completely paralyzed. It wasn't just any numbness, but a total absence of movement, as if time itself had slowed around him, turning him into a passive spectator of his own existence.

Shadow's brain was still functioning, as the human brain, even under extreme conditions, fights to maintain essential vital functions. Breathing. A beating heart. These were the only activities his brain still controlled, keeping him trapped in this state of near unconsciousness. However, cognitive activity—the kind that generates thoughts, emotions, and awareness—was suspended, as if a heavy curtain had fallen over his mind, leaving him adrift in a cold, silent void.

Shadow's eyes were closed. His perception of the world around him had been reduced to vast darkness, a distant, formless sensation. Yet, on some level, he knew something was happening. He felt that he was being watched. And he knew he was safe because this place—a subterranean laboratory where he was being kept in a near-catatonic state—was under strict surveillance.

Two staff members were in the room, closely observing Shadow's condition. They were there to ensure nothing happened to him, to monitor his state, and, in some way, to protect what he represented. Their names were Troy and James, and they spoke to each other, keeping a respectful yet curious distance from Shadow.

Troy broke the silence, his voice low and restrained. "It's impressive that he's been like this for 16 years... And yet, I still don't understand why they don't study his body more intensely."

James, the other employee, let out a half-hearted laugh. "Haha! You really haven't read the reports on him, have you?"

Troy fell silent for a moment, slightly unsettled. He had never been deeply interested in the information about Shadow, but the truth was that he had some doubts. This was something beyond mere espionage or security. It was something bigger. Much bigger.

"Ah..." Troy's response was vague, a sound that conveyed more confusion than anything else. He had grown used to the empty words exchanged among his colleagues, but the true meaning of everything happening in that laboratory was still beyond his comprehension.

James noticed the doubt and decided to clarify things simply, though his tone carried a dark mystery. "Alright, let me simplify it for you. That thing in there, the one you call 'Shadow,' isn't human. He's just like Superman. His skin is insanely tough. To this day, there's nothing on the planet capable of hurting his skin. Nothing. He's an extremely valuable specimen."

Troy, surprised, let out a nervous laugh. "A valuable specimen? For what? He can't even move..."

James continued without hesitation. "They say he's an alien. We don't know if it's true, but he's so special that they built this entire complex just to keep him here. A place full of traps, security measures, and protocols to prevent him from escaping. And all of this because he's considered a key... The key to curing diseases. Cancer, sepsis, strokes… The list goes on. He is the solution. A panacea for everything."

Troy remained silent, processing James's words. The idea that this strange being could be the answer to all of humanity's medical problems seemed absurd, yet at the same time, he couldn't ignore the gravity of what was being said.

"How can an alien be that important?" Troy asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

James looked at Shadow, who remained motionless, his body as still as a statue. "We don't know exactly why. But he's so valuable that the big shots up there are willing to do anything to keep him intact. He's the last hope for many. And the only thing we know for sure is that if anyone finds out what he really is, the whole world will want a piece of that power."

The atmosphere in the room felt heavier now, as if James's words had placed an invisible layer of tension in the air. Troy looked at Shadow, his eyes locked onto the frozen being before him. What—or who—was he really? And what would happen to everyone if Shadow's secret was revealed?

Troy smiled, but it was far from a comfortable smile. It was a nervous one, trying to mask the unease he felt about the situation. "Well… good thing he's frozen here, then."

He amused himself with the idea, but deep down, he knew that reality was far more tense than any joke could illustrate. If that being was truly as dangerous as James suggested, keeping Shadow there, isolated, was the only viable option.

James, on the other hand, was calmer, but his eyes still carried a shadow of unease. He nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the panel in front of him, where a constant stream of data appeared and disappeared. The sound of the monitors was like a background heartbeat, a constant reminder that, although they were trying to keep the situation under control, at any moment, something could go wrong. He brought the coffee cup to his lips and took a sip, still trying to maintain his composure.

Troy, meanwhile, glanced back at the panel in front of him and then froze. Something was wrong. Shadow's heartbeat, which had previously been stable and almost imperceptible, had started to accelerate. He watched, stunned, as the numbers climbed faster and faster.

"Hey, the heartbeat is rising!" Troy exclaimed, his voice now more urgent. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Shadow wasn't supposed to be waking up, not at that moment. What could be happening?

James immediately straightened in his chair, his hands flying over the control panel, adjusting the cryogenic levels with frantic speed. "Increase the cryo chamber level!" he ordered, his voice sharp, almost panicked. It wasn't normal for Shadow's heartbeat to spike so suddenly. He pressed a series of buttons, trying to adjust the temperature and pressure inside the chamber, but what worried him most was the fact that the system was showing signs of failure.

Troy, without wasting any time, increased the power of the cryogenic reactor. He knew the reactor could regulate the temperature more efficiently, but for some reason, it wasn't working. He looked at the panel, desperate. The heart rate was increasing faster and faster, defying all the controls and adjustments being made.

"This isn't going to work!" James shouted, his eyes wide with frustration as he tried, in vain, to adjust the systems. Nothing seemed to help. The heart rate continued to rise alarmingly, and he could see the temperature inside the chamber shifting to dangerous levels.

Troy couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He watched the panel, the tension mounting with each passing second. The machines were struggling to keep the cryogenic chamber stable, but something still felt wrong. Ice was forming around the chamber, but at the center, something was breaking through the rigidity. Amidst the intense red of the screen, a golden light began to shine—faint and mysterious, like a beacon in the darkness.

"Shadow is waking up!" Troy shouted, his heart racing. He knew what that meant. It was impossible, but he was seeing it with his own eyes. The golden light, weak and pulsating, was a clear sign: Shadow was awakening—something no one had predicted, something no one was prepared to face.

Without hesitation, Troy slammed his fist against the complex's communicator button, his voice ringing through every corridor and communication system in the facility. The sharp sound of his cry was repeated through all the speakers, echoing through every room, every hallway, every corner of that underground place.

"Shadow is waking up! ALERT! ALERT!"

Bip! Bip! Bip! Bip!

The repetitive sound of alarms began to echo through the corridors, a deafening and relentless noise indicating that the security of the complex was being breached. Panic started spreading like wildfire, and everyone knew that if Shadow was truly awakening, there were no more guarantees that he would remain imprisoned for much longer. The complex, with all its traps and security measures, was about to be tested in a way no one had ever imagined.

The soldiers entered the cryogenic chamber room like a group of dark silhouettes, their heavy footsteps and state-of-the-art weapons gleaming under the dim lights of the underground facility. Each of them, with their sights adjusted and fingers ready to fire, seemed to be waiting for the right moment to act. The air was thick with tension, a tension that grew heavier with every passing second. They were there to ensure that nothing spiraled out of control.

Shadow's capsule stood at the center of the room, surrounded by an invisible security field, but with so many weapons and soldiers present, the space felt consumed by a whirlwind of force. Armed machines, ready to intercept any abnormal movement, were positioned around the chamber. They hummed, their lights flashing in a frantic rhythm as they monitored Shadow's vital signs, as if waiting for a mistake—any sign that he might wake up.

Then, like a whisper fading into the wind, Shadow's heartbeat began to stabilize. The numbers on the screen, which had been rising chaotically, now returned to normal, the frantic pace softening. The tension in the room began to dissipate—slowly but steadily—like the tide receding after a storm. The soldiers, who had been poised to react, started lowering their weapons, their bodies relaxing as they realized the threat had not materialized. The machines, once aligned with military precision, also seemed to ease their vigilance, their weapons retracting, their lights flashing in a gentler rhythm.

"Uff..." One of the soldiers exhaled deeply, as if relief had washed over him in a wave. He leaned against the wall, his tense shoulders finally relaxing.

However, that sense of relief didn't last long.

Boom!

A deafening sound reverberated through the room, echoing like thunder, as Shadow's capsule suddenly exploded. The impact was so powerful that the glass shattered in all directions, along with the ice that had once kept Shadow in suspension. Fragments of glass and ice crystals scattered like shrapnel in the air, creating a cloud of particles that slowly fell to the ground. The room filled with the sound of debris and startled cries.

And then, at the center of the explosion, a figure rose—a young man with black hair streaked with red, his eyes cold and unreadable. He wore a black jumpsuit with red accents running across his body from neck to feet, with the tips of his fingers exposed, as if he were ready to move at any moment. His black-and-red boots looked built for combat, sturdy and prepared for any situation. On his shoulders, a clearly visible "G" emblem stood out, a symbol that immediately indicated he was no ordinary prisoner, but someone of undeniable importance.

"It's Shadow..." one of the soldiers murmured in shock, his body frozen in surprise. His wide eyes locked onto the figure before him. Shadow's presence, even with his expression unreadable, carried such an intense and menacing energy that everyone in the room felt the shift in the air. He was back— and no one knew what to do next.

The other soldiers also seemed stunned, their weapons still pointed at Shadow's figure, but with hesitation in their movements.

The room plunged into chaos in an instant.

Warp!

Shadow vanished into a spatial distortion, his silhouette sucked into space itself in the blink of an eye. The air around him warped, creating a ripple that seemed to tear through reality.

And then…

Boom!

One of the security machines exploded violently, its reinforced metal twisting like crumpled paper. Flames and sparks burst from the damaged circuits as pieces of the casing crashed to the floor. Standing atop the wreckage like a king amidst chaos was Shadow, his boot still imprinted on the destroyed structure. His sharp gaze sliced through the air like a blade, his presence so overwhelming that even the soldiers hesitated for a second.

Warp!

Shadow disappeared again, and before a soldier could react, he was already right in front of him.

Crack!

The impact of Shadow's punch was brutal. The soldier barely had time to process what was happening before feeling the air ripped from his lungs. His body was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall with a dull thud. The weapon in his grip barely had time to fall before Shadow seized it with surgical precision.

With a swift and lethal movement, Shadow spun the high-tech rifle in his hands and pulled the trigger.

Tat-tat-tat!

Gunfire echoed through the room, striking multiple soldiers before they had a chance to retaliate. Each shot was precise, every movement calculated with mastery. Shadow wasn't just shooting—he was dominating the battlefield.

But he didn't stop there.

With his golden-orange energy flickering around his fists, Shadow surged forward like lightning, unleashing devastating blows upon his enemies. His punches carried overwhelming force, each impact like thunder exploding against the soldiers' bodies. Some were sent flying, while others barely had time to scream before collapsing onto the cold laboratory floor.

Warp!

Another distortion in space. Shadow appeared above another machine, delivering a downward kick that reduced it to a heap of smoking metal.

Warp!

He reappeared in the midst of a group of soldiers, and before they could react, he rotated his body with precision, firing bursts of energy from his hands. The impact sent them flying like rag dolls.

Each teleport was a blow, each blow a fall. The complex, once a containment area, was now becoming a battlefield devastated by the presence of a single entity.

Shadow was free.

Zoom!

Shadow streaked through the complex like a comet, a black and red blur dashing along the metallic corridors at a speed that human eyes could barely follow. He was an unstoppable hurricane, a destructive force against which nothing seemed effective.

BOOM!

The traps activated in his path—reinforced walls meant to close in on him, force fields designed to trap him, automated turrets firing with lethal precision—were all obliterated. Explosions filled the corridors; smoke and sparks flew everywhere, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could slow him down.

"Close all the gates!" The operator's voice echoed through the communicators, laced with despair.

The titanium doors fell one after another in Shadow's path, each sealing off the corridor ahead. But they might as well have been made of glass.

BOOM!

Shadow didn't slow down for even a second. With the force of a meteor, he tore through the gates as if they were made of paper, leaving behind twisted wreckage and flames. Every barrier they tried to raise against him only served to prove the futility of their defenses.

And then...

The smoke cleared.

Before him stood an entire battalion of soldiers and machines waiting. Drones hovered in the air, heavy weapons were aimed directly at him, and the soldiers were arranged in combat formations, their energy shields activated.

The commander didn't hesitate.

"Fire!"

The deafening sound of weapons echoed through the corridor.

High-penetration bullets, concentrated lasers, guided missiles, explosive projectiles—all fired at Shadow.

He raised his arms, crossing them in front of his face. The bullets bounced off his skin as if they were made of rubber, the lasers burned against his suit but couldn't scorch it, and the missile explosions dissipated as if they had struck an invisible force field.

The soldiers began to tremble.

"This is impossible..."

But Shadow only clenched his teeth.

His body began to glow intensely, orange-gold lightning violently pulsing around him. His energy surged with every passing second, vibrating with a chaotic force that made the very air around him boil.

The pressure in the corridor became unbearable.

And then...

"CHAOS BLAST!!"

The explosion of energy expanded in all directions.

BOOOOOOOM!

A destructive beam of orange-gold light radiated from the center of Shadow, consuming everything within a 100-meter radius. Soldiers and machines were swept away by the wave of pure destruction, thrown like ragdolls or simply vaporized by the overwhelming energy.

The walls of the complex cracked, the ceiling lights exploded in sparks, and a shockwave surged through the corridors, scattering debris and leaving behind only ruins.

As the light finally began to fade, only one figure remained standing amidst the wreckage, surrounded by flames and smoke.

Shadow.

His eyes glowed intensely, his body still crackling with chaotic energy.

Nothing could stop him.

Nothing.

Amidst the destruction, only one thing remained intact: a motorcycle.

A robust machine, black with red accents, seemingly custom-made for someone like Shadow. Its chassis was reinforced, the engine looked powerful, and its aerodynamic design suggested speed and aggression.

Shadow walked up to it, picking it up with terrifying ease.

He climbed onto the seat, his hands gripping the handlebars, and his eyes gleamed slightly as he turned the key in the ignition.

VRRRRROOOOM!!!

The engine roared like a hungry predator, its sound reverberating through what remained of the complex. The scent of gasoline mixed with the smoke in the air, and the motorcycle's headlight cut through the darkness of the devastated site.

But then…

"Argh…"

A faint groan made Shadow turn his head.

There, collapsed among the debris, a soldier lay amidst broken concrete and exposed wires. His body was in pieces, blood seeping through his shattered armor, his bones visibly broken at unnatural angles. His eyes trembled with pain—but also with fear—as he saw Shadow staring directly at him.

The soldier did not beg. He did not try to speak. He only breathed heavily, awaiting the inevitable.

Without hesitation, Shadow pulled a pistol from his belt.

BANG!

The gunshot echoed through the ruined corridor.

The soldier's body went still. No more suffering. No more pain.

Shadow holstered the weapon, turned his attention back to the motorcycle, and twisted the throttle.

VRRRRRRMMMMM!

Rubber burned against the metal floor, and in the next second, he shot forward.

The motorcycle shot forward like lightning, its engine now infused with Shadow's golden-orange energy. The vehicle was a black and red blur, tearing through what remained of the complex as it sped through corridors and passages, toppling structures already weakened by the battle.

And then...

BOOOOOOM!

The foundation of the complex began to give way. The impact of the battle and the wave of destruction had compromised the entire structure of the secret base. The mountain housing the facility trembled, its rocks cracked, and they started to collapse.

But Shadow was already far away.

With one final leap, he burst through the exit of the complex, soaring out of the mountain at the exact moment it crumbled behind him, burying everything and everyone beneath tons of rock and debris.

The motorcycle landed with a heavy thud on the asphalt road.

Shadow kept control with mastery.

Ahead of him, the long road snaked toward the horizon. And 100 km away...

Metropolis.

Without looking back, Shadow accelerated, leaving a trail of lightning behind as he vanished down the road.