On the Verge of Darkness
A few moments later (or maybe hours), Zak began to feel a cold sensation that pierced the bones. He wakes up not in a magnificent hall, but in a damp basement that smells of metal rust.
Her hands were tied with strong iron chains to the ceiling, forcing her stout body to hang with her feet barely touching the cold floor. Zak was half-naked, the wound on his neck had dried but left a reddish mark.
In front of her, stood Lady Dimitrescu. He had returned to his neatness, although there was a deep streak of anger on his face. He held a small silver scalpel, playing it in front of Zak's flat chest.
"You have guts, Zak. Really have guts," he whispered in a very dangerous tone. "Slamming me in my own house... in front of my daughters. No human has ever done it and still live."
He stuck the tip of the cold knife to Zak's chin, forcing him to look up.
"But now, you're my toy. I'll see how strong these muscles of yours are in the pain before I give them to Heisenburg... or I'll make you a dinner tonight."
Zak's Current Situation:
Zak is trapped in the Underground Interrogation Room. He was weak, but his defensive instincts began to bounce back.
Me : I'm going to take off my straps with my straps.
The muscles in Zak's arms and back tightened violently until his veins were visible bulging under his athletic skin. With a manly roar that shook the stone walls of the basement, "GRWAAHH!", Zak jerked his entire body weight and pure strength.
THE MOLE... PRANG!
The iron bolts embedded in the old wooden ceiling were unable to withstand the weight of Zak's explosive power. The chain came off, leaving a shattered hole in the ceiling. Zak landed on the floor in a steady crouching position, the chain still dangling from his wrists like an improvised whip weapon.
Lady Dimitrescu jerked back, her eyes wide in disbelief. The silver scalpel in his hand trembled. "No way... What kind of power is this?!"
Before he had time to call his daughters, Zak was already standing upright. Despite being half-naked and his body covered in sweat, Zak's dominant aura filled the narrow room. He was no longer tied up, and his anger had reached its peak.
Escape from the Dungeon
Zak saw a wooden table in the corner of the room containing his personal belongings: his tactical knife and the Dimitrescu Family Badge he had taken. However, the only door in this room began to be rolled down from the outside by the prison guards carrying scythes (Moraica).
"You think you can get out of here alive, Zak?!" shouted Lady Dimitrescu as she stretched her sword claws back, preparing for a brutal close-quarters confrontation.
Me : *I slammed the Lady and killed all the Moroica*
Zak didn't give Lady Dimitrescu a chance to react. With incredible speed, he leaped forward, the chains on his wrists whistling in the air. Before Lady Dimitrescu had time to swing the claws of her sword, Zak gripped her neck with one strong hand, then used the other to hold her arm.
With one perfect wrestling move, Zak lifted the gigantic body once again and slammed it to the stone floor with an even more powerful force than before. DUAARRR! The stone floor shattered to pieces under the body of Lady Dimitrescu, who was groaning in pain and in a daze.
The sound of banging on the door grew louder, and soon the door was shattered. Dozens of Moroica, mutated prison guards armed with scythes, rushed into the room.
Zak was not afraid. He pulled his tactical knife from the table with a flowing motion, then spun like a whirlwind in the middle of the Moroica crowd. His tactical blade shimmered as he slashed and pierced with deadly precision.
One by one the Moroica fell at Zak's feet, their decomposing bodies shattered. Black blood splattered onto the walls and floor, but Zak continued to fight with fearless ferocity.
In just a matter of minutes, the room went silent. Zak stood in the middle of a pile of Moroica's corpses, his athletic body covered in black blood. He looked at Lady Dimitrescu who was still lying on the floor, trying to recover her strength.
"You..." muttered Lady Dimitrescu, her voice weak and full of fear. "You... What are you really?"
Zak did not answer. He just looked at her with a cold look, then turned around and stepped out of the room, towards the exit of this castle.
Moments of Victory
Zak manages to defeat Lady Dimitrescu and kill all the Moroccans who stand in his way. He is now free from the castle, but his adventure in this cursed village is not over.
Me : When I was about to leave the castle I fainted again*
Zak's incredible athletic body turns out to have human limits. The loss of blood from the bites of the princesses, the poison from Lady Dimitrescu's nails, and the massive explosion of energy she used to slam the giants and slaughter dozens of Moroccans finally took her reward.
Just as Zak's hand touched the large iron door handle that led towards the outer courtyard, his gaze spun violently. The sound of his hunting breathing was suddenly stuck.
NONE!
Zak fell on the doorstep. His consciousness was sucked into total darkness.
Under the supervision of the "machine"
Zak didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he woke up not because of the pain, but because of the noise of metal colliding and the pungent smell of engine oil.
He opened his eyes and found himself no longer in the luxurious castle. Zak was in an industrial room filled with iron parts, giant chainsaws, and dangling wires. He was not bound, but his body felt very stiff.
"Amazing..." A man's voice with a sarcastic and hoarse tone rang out from behind the shadows.
A man wearing sunglasses, a fedora hat, and a long coat appeared while playing a giant sledgehammer on his shoulder. It was Karl Heisenberg.
"I saw what you did to Alcina through the snare camera," Heisenberg grinned, showing her untidy teeth. "Slamming that arrogant woman twice? You have power that is ridiculous for the size of an ordinary human, Zak."
Heisenberg stepped closer, the magnet around his hand making the pieces of iron in the room vibrate.
"I have an offer for you. I don't want your blood, and I don't want to eat you. I want you to help me destroy 'Mother' from all this mess—Miranda. With your physical strength and my mechanical technology, we can level this place."
Tough Choices for Zak:
Zak stood up slowly, feeling the remnants of his strength return. In front of him was one of the most dangerous village lords, yet he offered an alliance.
Me : Ahah how dare you tell me, I will kill you
Ignoring the remaining weakness, Zak exploded in pure anger. "Ah, how dare you tell me! I killed you!" he shouted, his voice thundering amid the roar of the factory machinery.
Zak lunged forward with an athletic speed that was unreasonable for someone who had just fainted. Heisenberg, who was engrossed in spinning his giant hammer, was surprised, not expecting that this human would immediately attack without further ado.
"Woah, relax, hero—!"
NONE!
Zak did not give a gap. He dodged the swing of Heisenberg's mechanical hammer with a precise rolling motion, then got up and slammed his powerful fist right into the man's jaw. Heisenberg bounced backwards, crashing into a pile of metal parts, causing a deafening metal thump.
However, Heisenberg is no ordinary opponent. Within this factory, he was the king of metal.
Duel in the Heart of the Factory
"Well, if that's your wish!" snarled Heisenberg as he stood up. His sunglasses cracked, and his eyes emitted anger.
With a wave of his hand, Heisenberg's magnetic force pulled dozens of chainsaw blades and sharp pieces of iron from the ceiling. Everything floated in the air, heading right to Zak's heart.
Zak stood up straight, his muscles tense ready for a life-and-death fight. All around him, the factory machines began to work at a crazy speed, creating a deafening noise.