Inside the recording facility, organization members gathered around a large cube of reinforced acrylic, its walls one meter thick.
Within, a man stretched his legs, then applied cream to his body. This wasn't considered cheating, as only the use of weapons was prohibited. The opponent, tall and thin, with muscles not very prominent, prepared for Dracoviam combat—always expect the unexpected.
Lincoln entered the cube. The referee began speaking.
"Tonight's fight will be between Venomous Industries and Forces Laboratory."
"On the Venom Industries side, representing Lincoln Loud, the White Wolf,"
"Facing him, representing Powers Lab—Nolan Newton, the Unstoppable."
"Are the challengers ready?... Fight!"
Lincoln initiated the attack, delivering a powerful punch to Nolan's stomach. However, something strange happened. Not only was Nolan sent to the other side, but Lincoln was too.
They collided with the walls simultaneously. Yet Nolan did something unusual. Upon hitting the wall, he bounced off like a ball, heading back toward Lincoln. While flying, he changed his stance, extending his foot and landing a kick on Lincoln's stomach.
The albino spat out blood from the powerful kick, forcing him to his knees while clutching his stomach. Nolan didn't pause. He jumped in the floor, then to the wall, and finally to the ceiling, landing a kick on Lincoln's head.
Lincoln's forehead hit the ground, causing it to start bleeding.
Nolan rebounded, this time on the floor and then on the ceiling, to hit Lincoln's back with both fists. He left him lying on the ground, but this time, Lincoln was quicker.
He grabbed Nolan by the ankle and slammed him to the ground. However, Nolan did something strange again. He bounced off the ground, delivering a blow to Lincoln's face, making him release him.
Nolan bounced off the walls, ceiling, and floor, landing blow after blow. Finally, Lincoln managed to hit him on the cheek, knocking him to the ground. But Nolan took advantage to kick Lincoln in the cheek.
As the two separated, Nolan spread his arms and legs, flipping again to land a double kick to Lincoln's chin.
The albino fell to the ground, while Nolan, before touching the ground, changed his position. Instead of landing, he skidded to stop.
Venom looked seriously at Nolan and said, "This is the top-secret formula you're working on."
"That's right, Venom." Behind the professor was a man with a bandaged face wearing a lab coat. "This is Chemist F. A formula that uses the inertia of potential energy to create an unstoppable force. Nolan's large body size and response time made him the ideal candidate to try the formula."
"It won't be yours for long. Remember what would happen if Lincoln won?"
The man covered in bandages watched as the albino boy was beaten by his fighter.
On the other hand, Lincoln didn't have it easy. While every hit he gave Nolan did cause some damage, it turned out to do more harm than good. It only gave Nolan more strength, momentum, and speed.
Using the strength of his legs, Nolan launched himself off a wall, traveling at full speed and landing a double punch on Lincoln's stomach. It sounded like a locomotive striking a deer. Lincoln's body impacted the acrylic wall, causing a small crack. Nolan continued to bounce off the wall, slamming his fists into Lincoln, preventing him from any chance of breaking away from the wall, which was already beginning to crack even more.
Lincoln had fainted. So technically, he had already lost. But Nolan's constant attack kept him standing against the wall. So no one noticed.
In the world of dreams.
Lincoln saw how, in the middle of the red lake, stood an island with strange buildings. Typical stores are occupied by the indigenous people of the area, with black wolves inside them. In the center was a throne. Behind him was a giant wolf statue, from which red liquid flowed like a waterfall.
On the throne was a large bowl, covering the boy's entire forearm.
The black wolves stood behind him, surrounding him and looking at him with their terrifying red eyes.
Suddenly, they all started talking at the same time, creating a sinister harmony in a phrase they chanted like a mantra.
"Blood feeds blood. Blood feeds blood. Blood feeds blood. Blood feeds blood. Blood feeds blood. Blood feeds blood."
Lincoln took the bowl and filled it to the top with the red liquid. Then he saw the wolves starting to chant another phrase.
"Part of you, part of us. Part of you, part of us. Part of you, part of us. Part of you, part of us"
Lincoln began drinking the liquid from the bowl.
In the real world.
Nolan was about to finish the boy off with one final blow. But before his fists could touch his skin, Lincoln grabbed his wrist.
This surprised Nolan but did not worry him. He propelled himself by stomping on the ground, but Lincoln pulled him down, stopping his flight.
Lincoln's fingers sank into Nolan's arms, and he spread them from side to side and then began pulling them.
"Ahhha. Damn boy, let go" Nolan couldn't use his rebounding ability to get out of it. The risk of damaging his arms increased, and the man kicked and struggled trying to get away, but Lincoln's strong grip held him firmly.
Lincoln pulled harder and harder until he reached the edge of Nolan's muscles. He kicked Lincoln in the face and mussed his hair, revealing a terrifying sight.
Lincoln's eyes reverted to that yellow color, just like the night he killed Scott.
"What the hell are you?"
Lincoln's muscles expanded, increasing his mass, and vital signs reappeared on his body.
A cracking sound echoed through the place, followed by a cry of pain. Nolan's arms were dislocated.
"Ahhhhhh. Son of a bitch. Let me go."
Nolan felt the worst pain in the world, but Lincoln wasn't finished.
Venomous noticed something very strange about his fighter. The boy's body seemed to be developing—muscles, size, skin, and even the length of his hair. Although Lincoln's height was already slightly above average for his age, he now looked like a twenty-year-old.
The final scene left onlookers stunned. Nolan writhed in pain on the ground, crimson liquid pooling around him.