"Most importantly copy Captain America and Red Skull's physique."
[Copy – Active]
[Targets: Steve Rogers, Johann Schmidt]
[Skills Detected – Steve Rogers:]
— Boxing
— Judo
— Kickboxing
— Shield-Based Combat
— Battlefield Improvisation
— Combat Intuition
— Tactical Movement
[Abilities Detected:]
— Super Soldier Physique (Erskine's Perfect Variant)
[Skills Detected – Johann Schmidt:]
— Striking Techniques
— Grappling Techniques
— Pre-War German Combatives
— Vicious Combat Instincts
— Interrogation Tactics
[Abilities Detected:]
— Super Soldier Physique (Erskine's Flawed Variant)
You have acquired multiple skills and abilities of overlapping nature. Suggestion to Merge them.
'Merge.'
[Merging Overlapping Abilities…]
[New Ability Gained: Peak Human Condition]
[Peak Human Condition]: You have reached the pinnacle of human physical and mental potential.You possess the peak-human physical capabilities. Strength, speed, stamina, reflexes, healing, and durability have been pushed to their absolute human limits.
Peak Human Body:- Includes
-Peak Human Agility
-Peak Human Beauty
-Peak Human Dexterity
-Peak Human Durability
-Peak Human Endurance
-Peak Human Flexibility
-Peak Human Health
-Peak Human Senses
-Peak Human Balance
-Peak Human Reflexes
-Peak Human Speed
-Peak Human Stamina
-Peak Human Strength
Peak Human Mind:- Includes
-Maximum Concentration
-Peak Human Wisdom
-Peak Human Intelligence
-Peak Human Perception
-Photographic Memory
The effect was immediate.
My entire body surged with power—clean, focused, and terrifyingly efficient. My muscles felt lighter but stronger, like they had been finely tuned instead of merely built up. My breathing slowed, deeper and more controlled than I'd ever known.
Every sound became distinct—the buzz of fluorescent lights, the distant pounding of boots, even the tick of metal cooling in nearby pipes.
It was like being reborn in perfect form. No tension. No weakness. No hesitation.
My thoughts clicked into place with crystalline clarity. My balance shifted perfectly with every step. Even blinking felt optimized.
This wasn't just physical enhancement.
This was what humanity was meant to be—before genetics and limitation got in the way.
I didn't just feel powerful.
I felt complete.
[Merging Combat Skills…]
[New Skill Gained: Martial Arts Mastery – Lvl 7]
You are a master of many martial arts. A seamless fusion of refined military combat, street brawling savagery, and battlefield improvisation. You can analyze and counter enemy movements in real-time, and adapt your body to any close-quarters style with fluidity and power. Every strike you deliver is efficient, calculated, and devastating.
[Ding]
[Target: Arnim Zola]
[Knowledge Absorption Initiated…]
[Skill Gained: Advanced Biochemical Engineering – Lvl 7]
[Skill Gained: Experimental Human Enhancement – Lvl 6]
[Skill Gained: Genetic Manipulation – Lvl 5]
[Knowledge Fragment Acquired: Super Soldier Serum – Zola Variant (Flawed)]
The knowledge didn't hit me like a truck. It clicked—like my body had been waiting for it all along.
Every stance, every strike, every counter flowed into my muscles like muscle memory I didn't know I had. I could feel how to break a man's arm ten different ways, how to redirect momentum, how to use an opponent's weight against them with nothing but a pivot.
Fighting no longer felt like a reaction.
It felt like a language—and I was suddenly fluent.
I didn't need to think about what move came next. My body already knew.
It was instinct, sharpened to a blade.
I wasn't just capable anymore.
I was lethal by default.
And all the knowledge from Zola was now in my brain stored forever. I have become a capable scientist after just one copy. I can't wait to copy all the knowledge this world has to offer.
I drew in a breath. Deep. Measured.
This wasn't just watching history.
This was rewriting it—quietly, from the shadows.
Steve Rogers and Johann Schmidt were titans in their own right. But now, I was something beyond either of them.
I slipped back into the vent shaft, mind already spinning with possibilities. With the facility in chaos, I could move freely.
I didn't just want to escape Hydra.
I wanted to take everything useful from it… and leave the rest burning behind me.
First stop was the armory—a side chamber I'd scouted earlier. Most of the guards had left their posts to reinforce the main hall. Their mistake.
I pushed the door open and stepped into a treasure trove.
Rows of Hydra-standard rifles. Crates of grenades. Coils of wire. Old-world brutality neatly stacked alongside futuristic nightmares.
My eyes locked onto a rack glowing with a faint blue hue—prototype energy rifles, still humming, likely Arc-powered. Unstable, untested… and absolutely mine now.
I slung two of them over my shoulder, grabbed a compact sidearm, and loaded my belt with extra magazines, a combat knife, and a few incendiary charges for good measure.
Then I found it—the vault crate.
Inside: a sleek tactical harness, body armor, a trench coat, and a lightweight rebreather mask. Just the right mix of protection and anonymity.
I suited up fast, rechecked my weapons, then pulled open the maintenance tunnel door that led to the garage.
It was chaos.
The garage was mostly empty now—vehicles either taken or destroyed—but one section remained untouched behind a barricade. Probably locked down by protocol. That didn't stop me.
I slipped past the guards using a shadowed route, shot one silently through the temple, and took out the other with a stab to the kidney.
One of the transports still had power—a sleek Hydra hoverbike with dual exhausts and a power core humming beneath its frame. Next to it: an old but operational half-track with mounted cannons.
The bike was faster. Quieter. Perfect.
I mounted it and slammed the ignition.
The energy core surged to life beneath me.
Three exits. One led east—toward where Cap was pushing through. Another north—toward Schmidt's retreat path.
But the third…
Underground service tunnels, winding west. Abandoned. Untouched.
That was mine.
I gunned the engine and burst through the side doors, crashing past a flimsy gate. Sirens wailed behind me, but no one followed.
Within seconds, I was in the tunnels. Speeding through the dark.
No cameras. No enemies. No witnesses.
Just me—and everything I'd stol*ahem* salvaged.
The strength of a soldier. The ruthlessness of a monster. The weapons of a future war.
And a world that had no idea what was coming.
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