97: Making An Organization [01]
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[26,860/100,000 SP]
Peter stared at the SP after he was done with Laura. She was left on the bed twitching and squirming. Her pussy was pulsating out his cum.
He kissed her forehead and cast a [Cleanse] spell on himself and then donned some new clothes. When he was done with that, Peter portal'd inside the warehouse and started working on a little something.
He'd made a lot of progress with his research. The arc reactor was made, a prototype, to be exact, but an arc reactor nonetheless. He was going to use it in technology soon enough. Aside from that, there was the super soldier serum.
After using his own, Hulk's, and She-Hulk's blood, was able to get optimal results for his serum. He used the dead spider Gwen gave him to test some things, it worked pretty well, so he'd been able to make a super serum as well.
It wasn't nearly finished, but he would be there sooner than later.
It wasn't usable on humans yet.
Anyways, Peter had upgraded this place quite a lot. After buying it, he'd bought and moved a lot of things there, and he'd renovated it too.
It took quite the effort since he had to do it covertly, but he was able to do it anyway, and the rest is history.
Peter put the last components of the tech he was making, and leaned back on his chair, taking his special goggles off. He then admired his work for a little bit before going to the hard part.
Testing things out...
He'd made this thing before... But they'd failed always. He didn't even remember what number of the 'thing' he'd built.
There was a small arc reactor inside it, and it had eight legs and two big eyes. It was a robot spider to be more specific.
The metallic one that looked like an insect, only much bigger and stronger.
Its body was covered in a red and black color.
"Now, what should I name you, little one..." Peter whispered, playing with its legs. After a little bit of thinking, he just came up with the most uncreative name. The name itself wasn't uncreative, but him using it was uncreative.
"How about... Mark? Mark Zuckerberg."
The little spider tilted its head. It couldn't understand him per se, it was just listening for specific commands.
Peter sighed; let's build an AI next, shall we?
He would need to read all of Tony's research on artificial intelligence.
...or he could just go and 'ask' for it, and change it however he desired.
Peter would cheat his way through if he could achieve his goal, which was, at this moment, building his own AI.
He leaned back and sighed.
Aside from all this, Peter thought that it was probably time the world faced its first true villain.
Why?
Because Peter was going to build a villainous persona for himself, and use most of his strength to get subordinates. He didn't care about their own agendas or goals, not at all, Peter needed an army for the impending dangers.
And starting now would be a start.
So, Peter went ahead and started with making an identity for himself. More like, a costume, look, and general vibe. He took inspiration from Batman, and some other heroes and villains and made a new suit inside the suit customization of his suit.
After spending almost an hour, he was done with the design.
He'd kept it simple, because he wanted to be able to change it anytime. His outfit was black in color, with white highlights. There were two bat-like wings on his back, and he wore a hoodie underneath his armor, which also served as a sort of mask.
His face wasn't masked though, it was completely blank, with two little holes for eye slits.
It would be like there was nothing but darkness under the hood.
He tested it out, and found that it did everything he expected it to do. It would take a while to get used to it, but it was worth it.
Then he went ahead and practiced his acting skills in front of a mirror.
Time flew by just like that, and soon enough, it was morning already.
Peter went home, ate the food May prepared, and spent some time with May and Laura before he made his way to school.
The entire day was boring like usual, and the only time he found it enjoyable was when he ate in the cafeteria with Felicia.
The rumors were out too it seemed. People were whispering among themselves that he and Felicia had a thing for each other.
Peter would let them think.
Anyways, after school, Peter didn't waste a single second and teleported inside the warehouse.
It was time for his plan to commence.
The Morlocks.
They're the cast-aside mutants that look too different from the norm. No one gave them shelter, no one helped them. They couldn't even blend in with the humans because of their different skin colors and shapes.
Racism at its finest.
But they knew they weren't alone.
There were others like them, and they'd found each other. Some were good, and some were bad.
Some wanted to fight, some wanted to run away and hide.
But they never had a place to call their own.
Until now.
They united inside the sewers, made shelters, made weapons, and made plans. They made do with what they had, and did everything to survive.
They weren't warriors per se, heck, they were so malnourished that Peter doubted that they could even help him.
But...
But the beggars, the ones at the bottom of the society, more often than not, knew more than the so-called civilians.
After all, these poor people had a web all across New York. The Morlocks weren't that big in numbers, sure, but they had their uses. They were useless, to be honest, but Peter needed to start from somewhere and then climb the ladder.
Peter had his reasons for doing this.
He would turn this into a chance to recruit people to his cause.
He would polish these useless bunch into the start of his organization, and then expand. And that was exactly what he was planning to do today.
The gang of Morlocks. They were gathered in the biggest chamber of the sewer, where they had their camp set up. That much Peter knew, so it wasn't hard to find them.
Peter hid behind a wall and observed the Morlocks. They were really poor, and they barely had anything to eat.
Their clothes were rags, their hair was unkempt, and their skin was covered in dirt.
Not to forget their strange appearances.
He would observe for now, from the darkness.
Callisto sighed, kicking another motherfucker that dared challenge her. The challengers had increased in the last few days, and she could only sigh and duel them since that was the rule.
And right about now, after defeating another one of these so-called challengers, her body ached a little. Callisto couldn't help but reminisce about the past.
She was young and beautiful once, living such a perfect life, a life that was so enviable by most. But like most things in life, that lifestyle of hers didn't stay for long, and her life went haywire.
Her right eye was gone, and her face was horribly disfigured.
She sighed, shaking her head. It was in the past, no need to complain; this society didn't give a flying fuck about a mutant like her. She'd done much, rebelling against the society that had no place for a mutant like her, especially since she wasn't beautiful anymore.
But despite all those, there were some who still loved her and fought for her. But it turned out, their love and kindness weren't enough.
So here she was, being scorned by the Society, hated by her fellow mutants.
Dueled against her so they could be the leader instead of her.
And she couldn't keep up for long, she knew that well. Her time was well past its prime, she wouldn't be able to win against someone who was a little bit stronger anymore.
Callisto knew she wouldn't be able to hold the gang together anymore.
But she would even die if she could keep them in order.
"Fuck you," Callisto snarled at her latest challenger, throwing him off balance with her kick. He fell on his ass, groaning.
She didn't let him stand up, and bashed a fucking kick straight into his face. Blood gushed out from his nose as he collapsed on the ground, moaning in pain.
He was probably the weakest one of the bunch, the loser who challenged her just because they thought Callisto was weak.
Pathetic.
Callisto scoffed.
It's been a while since she felt so good, having fun with the challenges. It felt like ages ago when she had such passion for what she did, before all this bullshit started to happen.
She kicked another guy who tried to stand back up, knocking him back down again.
The man groaned, clutching at his forehead.
"You're pretty strong for your age, kid," Callisto remarked, grinning evilly.
"I'm not a kid."
Callisto looked at the boy who spoke, his eyes were hard as stone, determined.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to fight you."
"Come the-"
Before she could continue, the temperature dropped by a lot, and the boy in front of her fell down on his knees.
Her body stiffened at the pressure emanating from somewhere.
She looked around in confusion and saw that everyone who was watching was on their knees, trembling.
Only one sole figure stood talk amongst, a figure her gaze stiffened on him. She felt her heart quiver. There was... Something... Something emanating from him... Something that made her want to submit to his will...
"Well then." The man's voice echoed, even though it was quiet. So quiet she had to focus to hear. "We shall begin with the first test."
The people all fell silent, some even finding tears in their eyes as they bowed at the feet of those who had come before them.
"Hmm," the man stepped forward, moving with calm calculated steps. "Let's see if you're worthy to be my subordinates." He stopped next to Callisto, looking down upon her. His eyes fixed on hers.
Even though there was nothing but darkness apparent below the hood, she could still somehow know where the eyes were.
"You are the one in charge?" He asked quietly.
She nodded dumbly.
"I don't know what you have been through, what you did, what you do, and whatever you may be planning to do. I'm the boss from now on. You understand?"
Callisto nodded again, unable to speak anything beyond just a simple nod.
He smiled coldly. "So then, let us begin. First up is your name."
She couldn't see, but she sensed his smile widen as he spoke.
Callisto's heart thundered against her chest, and she was about to open her mouth to speak, but she seemed to snap out of whatever he had everyone under.
She growled and slapped her cheeks, glaring at him.
Who the fuck was this bastard?! What right did he have to ask for her name? Who does he think he is?
Just who the hell was this guy?
"You want to be the leader huh?!" She growled, slamming her fist into her palm. "Fight me!"