At the junction of the Solomon Sea and the Coral Sea in the South Pacific—
There lay a cluster of islands, close to the eastern side of the Solomon Islands.
On any comrcial flight map, this coral atoll was marked as "uninhabited."
From above, it looked like a ring half-eroded by the sea—gray coral reefs encircling an erald lagoon.
There was no runway, no dock—only endless palm trees and stretches of white sand.
Yet within the northern canopy of the lagoon, there was an unnatural dark-gray rectangle, roughly 200 by 200 ters.
That was the main building complex, disguised beneath waterproof coverings.
The surface was coated with camouflage matching the surrounding treetops. From the air, it looked no different from ordinary forest canopy.
To the east of the main complex lay a 500-ter gravel runway—unremarkable, yet sufficient for C-130-class transport aircraft to take off.
At the end of the runway was a hangar partially embedded into a rock face, just wide enough to house a Black Hawk helicopter.
Clearly, this was a secret training base in the middle of the ocean.
The island covered about 3.2 square kiloters, a ring-shaped coral island with a central lagoon approximately 40 ters deep.
The nearest human settlent was 380 kiloters away.
To the east was a broad valley shielded by surrounding terrain, spanning about 2 square kiloters. It served as a dedicated training zone, complete with physical training grounds, tactical exercise fields, shooting ranges, and vehicle training areas.
It is highly professional.
In addition, the command center was located underground, housing communication rooms, an armory, a dical bay, a cafeteria, and living quarters.
The Raven Warband, composed of 142 forr Black Widows, and the Astartes Warband, ford by 1,000 soldiers, had already been transported here for training.
Additionally, Reacher, Neagley, Roscoe, and the others had gathered here, along with a logistics team of over 200 people and a technical team of over 100.
They were all assembled here because the soldiers who had already been injected with the side-effect-free version of the super soldier serum would undergo the next phase of training.
On this day, both the Raven Warband and the Astartes Warband stood in orderly formation on a vast concrete training ground.
Vehicles were parked in the distance.
The female soldiers wore gray tank tops and elastic training leggings, while the male soldiers wore the sa style in black for distinction.
After receiving the serum, their physiques had all changed.
The male soldiers generally had broad shoulders and narrow waists, well-defined but not bulky chest muscles, clearly visible abdominal muscles, and thick yet proportionate arms.
Their thighs were nearly twice as thick as those of ordinary people, supporting enhanced joints and skeletal structures capable of powerful movent.
Overall, their bodies ford an imposing inverted triangle shape—radiating strength at a glance.
The won, on the other hand, had slimr waists, with highly developed muscles in their hips and thighs. Yet they weren't bulky—instead, their muscle fibers were long and streamlined, giving them a smooth, powerful, and aesthetically balanced appearance.
Of course, natural differences in height and muscle mass still existed. For example, Reacher was particularly striking—standing at 195 cm, his larger fra carried even greater presence and intimidation.
Reacher, Neagley, Roscoe, Natasha, lina, Bucky, and the others stood at the front.
Over a thousand super soldiers ford a silent, disciplined formation—the sheer visual impact was beyond words.
Standing before them was their young leader, Matthew.
Every gaze was sharp and focused. Many of them had never seen him before, but all of them knew—
He was the one who had changed their lives.
So had once lived in hell.
So had fallen to the bottom of society after leaving the military, unable to find work, struggling to survive.
So couldn't adapt to normal life, drifting through days in numb indulgence.
But now, all of them had a clear path.
Loyalty to their leader.
Following him into a new journey.
Setting aside Natasha and the forr Black Widows—
The soldiers selected for the Astartes Warband, those chosen to receive the serum, were different from their unselected comrades.
Each of them carried a past they would rather forget—hardship, despair, and confusion.
So when soone brought them hope, they repaid it with loyalty.
Especially after learning that this world held more than just humans—there were mutants, demons, and even greater threats.
They understood the path their young leader had chosen.
To fight darkness. To confront threats. To protect their ho.
All of this, layered together, gave rise to faith—and loyalty.
They were fighting for a greater ideal, for a cause worth protecting.
"You have all received the serum. You've gone from ordinary humans to super soldiers."
Matthew's voice rang out across the field.
"But it's not enough. Not even close."
Matthew's gaze swept across everyone present. He didn't waste a single extra word. Anyone standing before him had already proven their loyalty.
Betrayal? It didn't exist.
From the mont he chose to build order—an order governed by complete structure and rules—individual betrayal would not harm him in the slightest. If anything, it would only strengthen unity.
Why is it that, at the beginning of any great cause, people rally together? Because everyone shares a common goal.
Matthew had given them hope. He had given them purpose. As they moved forward, the subtle, collective force of unified hearts was astonishing.
It was no less effective than any form of indoctrination—yet far purer.
Perhaps in the future, once success was achieved, so might develop selfish desires.
But by then, what level would he stand at?
On this great ship, even the slightest selfishness would be crushed.
That was why he could teach the Six Powers without reservation.
His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached every ear clearly.
"Now, I am going to teach you a form of martial arts that transcends human limits."
"What are the 'Six Powers'?"
"They are pure physical training thods and combat techniques for killing."
Whoosh—
As his words fell, Matthew's figure blurred and vanished. When he reappeared, he was already hundreds of ters away. Then, like a phantom, his figure flickered—disappearing and reappearing again and again.
His speed was so fast that even these super soldiers, enhanced by the serum, couldn't track him with their eyes.
Everyone—including Reacher—stared wide-eyed.
Reacher, Roscoe, Neagley, and the others in leadership had known in advance that Matthew would teach them sothing—but they hadn't expected anything this extre.
"This is one of the Six Powers you will eventually master: Soru (Shave)."
"By kicking the ground dozens of tis in less than 0.36 seconds, you generate explosive reaction force to move at high speeds."
Matthew reappeared at his original position.
A gunshot rang out in the distance. A bullet shot straight toward his chest. Before Reacher and the others could react, it struck him—
Sparks flew.
The bullet failed to leave even the slightest mark on his body.
Everyone could clearly see that he was wearing nothing but a thin training tank top, just like them.
"This is Tekkai (Iron Body). By accelerating blood flow and muscle movent, the body becos as hard as iron. Bullets cannot harm even a sliver of the skin."
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