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Everyone has a superhero within, someone who fights evil, helps the weak, and most importantly, protects oneself.
Shasha is no exception; she often wished for a superhero to come and deal with those despicable characters. As she grew older, however, fantasies proved difficult to turn into reality. Even if she wanted to take action, her abilities were limited.
But now things are different. Shasha has the resources and capability to become a hero, making her dreams potentially achievable. Yet, this new path doesn’t quite align with her personality.
Accustomed to quietly amassing wealth, Shasha has always operated under the radar; otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen to become an assassin.
Now, being asked to don a tight-fitting suit and go out in public with a mask was something she found hard to accept.
However, reputation is something that can only be built by doing what heroes do. This dilemma left Shasha troubled. "What should I do? Create a false persona? Or bring someone from D here?"
The most famous figures in D are Superman and Batman. Superman was out of the question; with Shasha’s current abilities, she couldn’t match him. Batman seemed like a better option, but Shasha lacked the financial resources. After all, Batman's equipment and arsenal were supported by a massive corporation.
Since she couldn’t simply imitate someone else, it would be better to create her own persona.
With this thought in mind, Shasha began brainstorming various ideas.
Gradually, an image took shape. Drawing from five thousand years of culture, particularly the rich lore of gods and demons, the figure of Yan Luo Zi—the ruler of the Underworld who judges life and death—stood out vividly.
Dressed in a black robe adorned with gold, wearing a crown and a fearsome black mask—this was how people traditionally envisioned him.
The black robe could be replaced with a trench coat, and the mask could be substituted with a more modern face mask.
Thus, a grinning yet menacing black mask appeared in Shasha's sketches, resembling Blade's leather trench coat but with some differences; ideally, it would be made from bulletproof material.
As for weapons, after some thought, she decided that a long sword would be most suitable. So on her drawing appeared a sword with a black demon face as its hilt, three fingers wide and four feet long. While crafting the weapon might be easier than expected, acquiring the necessary materials would prove challenging.
In this world, the best metals without a doubt are Adamantium and Vibranium, capable of cutting through iron effortlessly and possessing remarkable malleability.
Thinking of this, Shasha glanced at her Energy Points, which were still over 000. She wondered if she could exchange for these two items.
Just as Shasha was contemplating this, the System appeared at an opportune moment, stating, "The host's wishes can be fulfilled."
Shasha was taken aback and quickly asked, "Can you forge these items?"
"Of course, it will only cost 000 Energy Points."
It felt as if the System had calculated this perfectly, causing Shasha to twitch her mouth in annoyance. It seemed the System was determined to reclaim her Energy Points.
Grinding her teeth, she chose to spend her Energy Points. In the next moment, a mask, clothing, and weapons appeared on the table.
After donning the clothes and mask, she picked up the longsword forged from Adamantium. As she drew it from its sheath, a cold gleam radiated from it. Behind the mask, excitement flashed across her face.
Late at night, even in the city that never sleeps—New York—was gradually sinking into its most tranquil moments. The few pedestrians on the streets were emerging from nightclubs, seemingly oblivious to any concerns about public safety.
A car sped down the street, completely ignoring the angry shouts of several people it nearly hit. It came to a stop in front of a First Jewelry Store. Five masked muscular men emerged from the vehicle, armed with submachine guns and carrying several large black bags—clearly robbers.
One of them pulled out two metal boxes and placed them beside the gate. After stepping back about ten meters, he took out a remote control and pressed a button. In the next moment, a loud explosion echoed as the gate blew open.
The five men filed inside. Before long, their bags emerged bulging with stolen goods, and they quickly drove away.
This scene was witnessed by passersby who did nothing to intervene; they knew all too well what would happen if they approached. The smarter ones left immediately while the kinder ones called 911 to report the incident.
Before long, police arrived at the scene and upon seeing what had transpired, they couldn't help but curse under their breath.
"Damn it, this is already the third time this month."
"It's obvious this was planned long ago."
Thus, the robbery of the second jewelry store made headlines. Some keen observers pointed out that this was already the third incident this month, but the police department kept it under wraps, not wanting to tarnish their image.
Little did they know, in the eyes of the public in America, they had already lost any semblance of an image.
Early in the morning, while heading to work, Shasha bought a newspaper and immediately spotted the headline about the jewelry store robbery. A strange smile crept onto his face; this was indeed the first shot fired in establishing a reputation.
As Shasha fantasized about how he would deal with these robbers, the stern voice of Natalie interrupted him. "Mr. Samar, could you do me a favor?"
At that moment, Shasha's expression fell, and he reluctantly turned his head toward her.
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