They hadn't flown more than a few kilometers—the old yacht surprisingly stable as it skimmed the waves on Leo's field of magnetic repulsion—when Yitian, the Malaysian tour guide, cautiously walked out of the cabin. She was clearly struggling between her sense of obligation and her profound fear of the young, masked powerhouse.
"Savior," she called out, her voice slightly shaky but determined, "there is a girl here who has a broken leg. The rope marks were too tight on her. She needs help immediately. We don't have any medical knowledge here, only first-aid for sprains."
Leo immediately descended from his command position on the roof and walked into the cramped, blood-stained cabin. He found the girl Yitian indicated, still unconscious from shock and the remnants of the drugs. It was clear there were grotesque, dark bruises and marks of violent blows on her calves, indicating she had resisted fiercely.
Leo activated his Golden Eyes of Truth. The world around him faded, replaced by layers of biological and molecular data. He could see right through the muscles and skin to the inside of her lower leg. The fibula and tibia were fractured to varying degrees.
The larger weight-bearing tibia had a clean hairline fracture, but the slender fibula was clearly shattered, exhibiting several sharp fragments and displaced pieces. The girl's calves were heavily swollen, but Leo confirmed she had only fainted from the excruciating pain; there was no severe internal hemorrhage.
Having absorbed countless basic medical texts during his idle hours—a habit formed out of boredom and necessity—Leo had a foundational, if purely theoretical, understanding of orthopedic injuries.
He gently pressed his right hand onto the swollen area. His focus wasn't on the bone structure but on the elemental composition—specifically, the calcium. Human bones contain a significant percentage of calcium, roughly 25.6%, which Leo knew, theoretically, fell within the definition of an alkaline earth metal.
He could sense it, a faint, complex metallic signature intertwined with the biological matrix, but manipulating it was an entirely different challenge. This was his most ambitious attempt at internal bio-reconstruction yet.
Leo's mind, operating with a vast, cold efficiency that belied his size, focused on the shattered bone. He began the impossible task.
He watched clearly, through the lens of his Golden Eyes, as the small, sharp fragments of the fibula slowly, agonizingly moved within the muscle fibers. They shifted, molecule by molecule, adhering to the larger gap in the bone. Meanwhile, the hairline cracks on the tibia gradually contracted, the edges drawing together until only a barely visible fissure remained.
The larger gap on the fibula closed entirely, and the several cracks that had formed in the middle gradually shrank until they became a single, perfect break line. Leo then controlled the movement of the available calcium in the surrounding area, drawing it subtly to the fracture site, extending tiny portions of the element into the crack to act as a scaffold.
The cracks in the two bones completely disappeared, the breaks sealed, though the newly solidified calcium matrix in the gaps was not yet as solid as the surrounding, mature bone. It would still take time to heal, but the fracture was now stable, perfectly aligned, and the critical danger of movement or further damage was gone.
Leo quickly used two strong, clean pieces of wood ripped from a chair and some sturdy rope to bind the lower leg into a temporary splint. The physical problem was solved, the girl's body already beginning to recover from the trauma of the violent injury.
During this intense, quiet medical procedure, the other conscious women watched in stunned silence. They had discovered the fresh corpses in the front cabin, confirming the horrific truth of their situation.
Looking at their savior—a boy who could twist bones and fly ships—they felt a confusing mix of overwhelming gratitude and profound, physical fear. They dared not step forward to speak. Apart from Yitian, the dozen or so people stood a respectful, terrified distance away.
Leo didn't care about their reactions. He had a clear, chilling understanding of the subtle, significant jump in control he had just achieved. Manipulating calcium within the complex organic environment of the human body was a massive step up from twisting steel beams.
He returned to the top deck, a deep satisfaction settling over his cold resolve. His C-level micro-management skills had just received an unprecedented real-world enhancement. With his Mental Capacity of 21, the theoretical limit for simple macro-manipulation of the human skeleton was now behind him; the speed of damage infliction would always exceed the repair speed, but the ability to repair was now validated.
However, the limitations remain, Leo mused, focusing his awareness inwards. He was still unable to accurately detect or control other, more trace metallic elements in the human body, such as iron in the blood. That level of micro-management was still out of reach, deep within the territory of his future B-level or A-level enhancements.
To test his new limits, Leo casually plucked a small, perfectly spherical metal ball from the top of the ship's metal mast beside him. He concentrated, and the ball instantly split, split, and split again, the fractal division continuing until the naked eye could no longer track the pieces.
In the end, it turned into a tiny, shimmering pile of metal powder in Leo's hands—so fine it could hardly be called dust. With a flick of his arm, the powder was scattered. Under Leo's precise, new control, the dust accelerated, instantly punching countless tiny, deep, perfectly round holes in the thick metal plate beside him, like microscopic, high-speed drills.
The level of destructive precision was immense. He could now assassinate silently at a microscopic level.
Two hours later, as the first grey light of dawn began to paint the sky, the ship came to a gentle, controlled stop twenty kilometers from the coast of Yemen. Leo had deliberately avoided a well-known port, opting for a quiet, sparsely populated stretch of beach.
All the women quickly disembarked, eager to get away from the steel nightmare and the chilling presence of their savior. But Yitian, ever the leader, walked back toward Leo, who stood on the sand beside the floating ship.
"My benefactor," she said, tears welling up again, her fear now tempered by the deepest gratitude. "Could you please tell me your name, or let me see your true face? I will never tell anyone, I promise. I will be eternally grateful to you for saving all our lives."
Leo, wearing his gold-titanium mask, simply shook his head. "Bull Warriors never… no need for names or faces." He caught himself just before saying the unnecessary hero-trope line. His mission was cold, not cinematic.
Leo watched as the women vanished quickly into the distance, their desperate search for civilization beginning. He then turned the bow of the ship toward the sea, preparing to return the way it came.
Yitian stood on the coastline, watching the masked figure. She quietly resolved to quit her job as a tour guide after returning home, aiming to settle down in a quieter, safer profession in China. But she knew she would never forget the terrifying, impossible miracle she had witnessed today.
Twenty kilometers out, over the deepest part of the trench, Leo ascended and flew off the ship's roof. He hovered, looking down at the small yacht that had carried the corpses of ten scumbags and the hopes of over a dozen women.
He slowly clenched his right fist, concentrating all his residual fury and his absolute power onto the vessel's hull.
The entire ship, a massive construct of thousands of tons of steel, instantly began to groan. It quickly transformed from a recognizable ship into a geometrically impossible, twisted iron ball, the metal folding in on itself with devastating speed and pressure. It plunged into the sea, bubbling violently for a few seconds before sinking to the crushing depths, remaining motionless—a perfect, silent grave for the human waste it had contained.
Leo glanced at his phone, marking the location with a permanent, silent marker.
With a gentle flap of his powerful Golden Wings of Rebirth, he transformed into a streak of incandescent light and disappeared into the night sky, now heading back to the Salvador Grand Port.
One minute later, Leo returned to his original, hovering position twenty kilometers from the bustling, brightly lit Salvador Grand Port.
Looking at the several huge cargo ships anchored on the dry terrain not far away, he focused his gaze. One of them, the largest, the Aurelia, was the one Miller had identified. Leo smiled slightly, a cold, focused curve of the lip beneath his mask. He had found his target.
Inside the massive cargo ship, countless armed mercenaries—Klaue's men—were moving weapons and ammunition crates. Even more remarkably, some of the burly Black men were carrying small, highly volatile surface-to-air missiles around, casually placing them on pallets.
Leo's Golden Eyes pierced through the countless metal walls and decks, finding the most heavily reinforced chamber. In a deep, refrigerated sub-hold far below the waterline, he found the packaged Vibranium raw materials.
The exceptionally high quality of the metal—the unique shimmer of the crystalline molecular structure—even excited Leo, who momentarily ignored the hundreds of armed men and went straight to the very bottom of the ship's hold.
He gently pressed his palm onto the ship's hull, which was nearly half a meter thick with layered steel plating.
The metal slowly, silently separated around his hand, the atoms pulling apart along his mental command line. It gradually formed a large, perfectly oval hole, large enough for him to step through. No one—not the patrol guards outside, nor the watchmen on deck—noticed the perfectly silent, molecular-level movement inside the hull.
Leo stepped into the gap and continued to walk inward, using his power to instantly separate and rejoin the metal behind him. He broke through three more thick, armored metal walls and finally saw the prize: the specially constructed, temperature-controlled vault in the middle of the room.
The large, thick, heavy safe opened automatically, yielding to Leo's touch. Inside, twenty transparent glass tubes emitting a faint, pale blue light rose up on hydraulic lifts.
Each tube, ten centimeters in diameter, contained a dense, oddly crystalline, dark grey material: Vibranium, the world's most precious and powerful metal.