M106- A- Tier Summons!

Sitting in the base with the rest of his gang, Nero stretched his legs onto the table, looking at the screens showing the aftermath. Protests still raged. The media still scrambled to control the narrative. Governments still scrambled to pretend they weren’t caught off guard.

It didn’t matter.

They had done it.

Shitstein Island was gone. Not just the location, not just the people—everything. Their money, their influence, their clones, their backups. The ones who thought they were untouchable, who laughed at the idea of consequences, were now nothing but data on a drive.

Sofia tossed a tablet onto the table, barely hiding her amusement. “Here they are.” The screen flickered, showing consciousnesses, contained and isolated. The names attached were familiar. The faces even more so. The worst of the worst, the men who thought they could buy eternity. She tapped the screen. “As soon as we delete this, they’re truly dead.”

Diego leaned back. “Or, you know, we could keep them around. Let them experience things.” He gestured vaguely. “We could get creative.”

Maria sat sideways on Nero’s lap, one arm draped over his shoulder as she tapped a finger against his chest. “That was the plan. Eternal Nightmare.” Her voice was casual, but the grin she wore was anything but. “Used it once on Purple Man. Last I checked, he’s still stuck in limbo, seeing every form of love, only to be betrayed, hurt, killed—over and over again. And now?” She tilted her head toward the tablet on the table, the screen flickering with the names and data of the richest scum on earth. “These creatures will have it even worse.”

Donald exhaled, leaning back into the couch. “So, what? They just rot in a dream? Not sure that’s satisfying enough.”

Sofia tapped a few commands into the tablet, pulling up the control interface. “It’s not just a dream. It’s every nightmare, every fear, every failure they thought they could buy their way out of. Maria customizes it. Tailored suffering.” She glanced up, smirking. “Think of it like a designer hell.”

Diego let out a low whistle. “Personalized torture. That’s service.”

Maria leaned in a little closer to Nero. “I still say we start with Muskrat first. Let him experience what it’s like to be powerless.”

Nero chuckled, pressing a kiss to Maria’s forehead. “They’ll suffer for eternity,” he said easily. “No matter what, I’ll build an eternal battery, an undying system to make sure these bastards who wanted to buy immortality and immorality get their dreams. Suffer even after I, this world, and even the sun dies down.”

Maria hummed, dragging a finger down his chest. “That’s my Nero.”

Diego snorted. “Man, the poetic justice in this is almost too good.” He leaned forward, tapping the tablet’s screen. The names flickered, their digital prisons holding steady. “They spent their whole lives trying to live forever. And now? We’re giving them exactly what they wanted. Just… not the version they paid for.”

Donald cracked his neck, resting an arm over the couch. “A shame we can’t let the world see it.”

“Why not?” Sofia scrolled through the command interface. “We could leak proof that their consciousness is stuck in here. Let their rich buddies watch them scream.”

Nigel shook his head. “Too risky. If people find out it’s possible to store minds like this, it won’t just be the scum trying to get their hands on it.”

Donald exhaled. “Right. Next thing you know, half the governments in the world are running ‘immortality preservation projects’ and cloning their dictators.”

“Exactly,” Nero said. “This was always going to be a private execution. No second chances.” He glanced at Sofia. “Delete the backups. Everything except the ones in our hands.”

Sofia didn’t hesitate. A few keystrokes, and just like that, every redundant copy, every off-site storage, every hidden reserve that the Cabal had meticulously prepared—gone. The screen confirmed it. Total Erasure. No Recovery Possible.

Maria grinned. “Now, our copies.”

Sofia smirked, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, don’t worry. They’re not going anywhere.” She pulled up a different screen, showing a new system—one built from scratch. “This is ours now. No backdoors, no failsafes. Just pure, endless torment.”

Diego leaned in, amused. “How’s it work?”

Maria tapped the interface. “We create their realities. Whatever nightmare suits them best, we make it loop. Their greatest fears, their worst regrets, their ultimate failures, all cycling in ways they never escape.”

Donald nodded. “No timeline progression?”

Sofia shook her head. “Nope. Doesn’t matter how long they’re in there. It never moves forward, never lets them ‘adjust.’ It just rewrites itself every time they break, locking them back at the start.”

Anthony let out a low chuckle. “So, they think they’ll escape? Think they’ll ‘adapt’? Only to get dragged right back to square one?”

Maria’s grin widened. “That’s the best part. Their minds will never even get to the ‘acceptance’ stage. They’ll keep trying. Keep failing. Over and over.”

Diego whistled. “That’s evil.”

Maria leaned against Nero. “That’s justice.”

Nero gestured at the screen. “Start with Shitstein.”

Sofia smirked. “Oh, we already planned something special for Shitstein.” She tapped a button, pulling up the first customized nightmare. The simulation flickered to life, showing his world—everything he ever wanted.

Shitstein stood in the middle of a lavish party. The kind only the wealthiest, most corrupt could afford. Chandeliers dripping with diamonds, champagne worth more than a working man’s salary, bodies moving in luxury that reeked of stolen wealth. His guests were all familiar faces—old men in suits, laughing, toasting to their latest deals, the ones that left entire countries in ruin.

He adjusted his tie, grinning, knowing he was untouchable. The music swelled. The doors opened, and more entered—beautiful, obedient, exactly as he liked them.

Then the first scream rang out.

At first, it barely registered, lost in the sound of the party. But then another. And another. Guests turned, confused. Murmurs of discomfort spread through the room.

Then the lights flickered.

Shitstein’s smile faded. He turned, looking toward the entrance. The people who had just walked in—they weren’t the kind he had invited. They were the kind he had built his empire on. The ones buried under his money, the ones who never lived to tell the world what he had done. Children. Women. Men who had been promised security but found only chains.

Except they weren’t dead anymore.

Their hollow eyes locked onto him.

The music warped, twisting into something discordant, broken. The chandeliers dripped, but not with diamonds. Thick, dark liquid hit the pristine marble floor, spreading fast.

Shitstein stepped back, bumping into one of his guests. The man turned, smiling—until his skin peeled away, revealing raw muscle and bone. His mouth still moved, still laughing, but the sound was all wrong.

He staggered, pushing through the crowd, but the room stretched. The exits should have been there, should have been open, but every step took him further from escape.

The guests—his friends, his allies, his fellow monsters—began to change.

Their faces melted, reformed, then melted again. The beautiful ones, the ones he had taken, were suddenly there, but their eyes were missing. Their lips moved without sound, fingers reaching, grabbing.

The music swelled, but now it was screams.

A voice whispered, too close to his ear.

“Where were you planning to run?”

He whipped around, but the room was different now. The chandeliers had become hooks. The tables were operating beds, restraints still smeared with old blood. The floor was no longer marble but stone, cold and wet. The air thickened with something rotten.

This was not his party. This was not his world.

This was theirs.

Hands grabbed him. They shouldn’t have been strong—small hands, tiny fingers—but they dragged him down, nails digging into his flesh, prying into his ribs, his stomach.

He screamed. No one listened.

Shitstein clawed at the hands pulling him down, but they gripped tighter, nails digging under his skin, peeling flesh. The fingers were small, too small to hold so much strength. He kicked, twisted, trying to break free, but every movement only buried him deeper in the grasp of the things he had once called disposable.

His party was gone. The chandeliers, the golden tables, the laughing guests—erased. The hall had warped into something tight and endless, the walls stretching too far but closing in at the same time. A place where escape didn’t exist, where time had no meaning. The air was thick, putrid, pressing into his lungs. It smelled like rot.

Shitstein’s legs buckled. The pain came first. A deep, crawling sensation, like something moving under his skin, stretching, splitting open. Then the pressure—his chest tightening, his ribs caving inward. His heart slammed against his ribs. Then his lungs. Then his stomach. His organs twisted, shoved together like crumpled paper, like someone had reached in and squeezed.

He tried to scream again, but there was no space left in his body.

The pressure vanished. Shitstein gasped, collapsing onto all fours, sucking in air like a man dragged from drowning. He coughed, choked, spit out something thick and dark onto the floor.

They tilted their heads. “Not yet.”

His body jerked. His back arched against his will. His jaw locked, teeth grinding together as something new gripped him—something inside him, coiling through his veins like living wires. Cold and sharp. Tiny pinpricks from the inside, running under his skin. A thousand needles, stabbing, twisting, digging.

Then they pulled.

Every nerve in his body lit up in agony. The wires weren’t wires. They were hooks. Tiny, invisible, latching onto every muscle, every tendon, every inch of his flesh. And now they were tearing him apart from the inside, ripping at his insides in ways that should have killed him instantly—but didn’t.

It should have ended. It didn’t.

He gasped, choked, clawing at himself, trying to stop whatever was happening beneath his skin. His nails dug into his arms, his neck, his stomach—tearing at his own flesh, desperate to pull whatever it was out of him. But there was nothing to pull. Nothing but himself.

They watched. More of them now. Standing in the shadows, some peeking from the corners, some closer, some just silhouettes against the endless dark.

The wires stopped pulling. The hooks let go. The pain dulled—but didn’t vanish.

Shitstein fell forward, chest heaving. His vision blurred, his body shaking. It was over. It had to be over.

A whisper. Too close.

“You’re still whole.”

His blood ran cold.

They knelt beside him, their hands pressing against his spine.

Pain flooded him again. Worse. Deeper.

His bones cracked. His skin stretched. His fingers curled, twisting backward with sickening pops. His back arched unnaturally, his spine bending the wrong way. Something was inside him again, pulling him apart piece by piece. His body was a toy, his limbs bent and reshaped by unseen hands.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. His body wasn’t his anymore.

The whispers grew louder. The figures in the shadows stepped closer. They had no eyes, but he felt their stares.

“He’s still whole.”

“Not enough.”

“Again.”

The pain stopped.

He was whole again. The agony had vanished as if it had never been there. He could move. He could breathe. He was back to the beginning.

Shitstein scrambled to his feet, backing away, chest rising and falling in frantic gasps. He turned, looking for an exit, a crack in the walls, anything. There was nothing. The hall stretched into endless darkness.

They were still there. Waiting.

They stepped forward.

He stepped back.

“Not yet,” they whispered.

A hand gripped his ankle.

He looked down.

Their grip was weak, but the moment they touched him, his leg locked, stiff and frozen. His muscles spasmed, his nerves flared, his body betraying him once again.

They raised her hand.

Everything started over.

In the base, Sofia watched the simulation screen, her fingers resting against her chin. “He’s broken five times already.”

Maria barely glanced up. “He’ll break five thousand more.”

Donald took a sip from his glass. “How long you think he’ll last before his mind snaps?”

Sofia tapped a few keys, checking the system stats. “The way we designed this? Never. Nero ensured they never break. Only suffer for eternity.”

The others nodded. Justice. Not the kind written in laws, not the kind that rich men could buy their way out of. The kind that fit.

Nero waved his hand, the screens flickering off. Even knowing it was the right thing, watching it churned his stomach. “Sorella, calculate the achievements.”

[Right away, Big Brother!]

A holographic display unfolded in the air, listing events, names, and impact analysis.

[1. Street Magician Takedown

Event: Loki attempted to manipulate the public in Times Square under the guise of a street performer.

Familia’s Action: Donald identified the magical fluctuations and intervened, preventing mass hysteria.

Impact: Minor deviation from the original timeline, showcasing the Familia’s ability to contain supernatural disruptions.

Rewards

Random Character Card (E++ Tier) x1

Random Item Card (E Tier) x1

Random Ability Card (E Tier) x1

2. Mastering Misdirection

Event: Hydra attempted to steal the Tesseract.

Familia’s Action: Nero orchestrated a fake SHIELD convoy, swapping the real Infinity Stone with a fabricated replica.

Impact: Major shift—Loki and Hydra were deceived, securing the real Tesseract under Familia control.

Rewards

Random Character Card (D-- Tier) x2

Random Ability Card (C-- Tier) x1

Random Item Card (C-- Tier) x1

3. Calming the Green Rage

Event: Hulk was initially an uncontrollable force, making him a liability during the battle.

Familia’s Action: Nigel applied "Limit Power," stabilizing Bruce Banner’s transformations.

Impact: Hulk became a reliable, controlled ally rather than a rampaging force.

Rewards

Random Ability Card (D++ Tier) x1

Random Item Card (E++ Tier) x1

Random Character Card (E+ Tier) x1

4. Unseen Alliance

Event: Street-level heroes were scattered, disconnected from the larger conflict.

Familia’s Action: Sakura’s Clinic became a haven, establishing an underground network between Daredevil, Luke Cage, Spider-Man, and other vigilantes.

Impact: Strengthened alliances, ensuring minimal collateral damage.

Rewards

Random Character Card (D-- Tier) x1

Random Item Card (E++ Tier) x2

Random Ability Card (E Tier) x2

5. Inferno on the Skyline

Event: Kira publicly executed criminals, leaving a fiery message across the city.

Familia’s Action: Allowed Kira to weaken Kingpin and Osborn’s factions while preventing collateral destruction.

Impact: Shifted power dynamics in the underworld.

Rewards

Random Character Card (D+ Tier) x1

Random Ability Card (D Tier) x1

Random Item Card (D-- Tier) x2

6. Unite the Masks

Event: Avengers, X-Men, and even Magneto’s Brotherhood prepared to face the Chitauri invasion.

Familia’s Action: Manipulated key intelligence leaks to ensure all factions coordinated their defenses.

Impact: Large-scale unity among Earth’s superpowered factions.

Rewards

Random Character Card (C-- Tier) x1

Random Character Card (D++ Tier) x1

Random Ability Card (C+ Tier) x1

Random Item Card (D++ Tier) x2

7. Stand Against the Invasion

Event: The Chitauri launched their full-scale assault.

Familia’s Action: The Seven Masked Vigilantes actively fought alongside Earth’s defenders.

Impact: Heroes and villains alike set aside their differences, drastically changing Earth’s defensive strategies.

Rewards

Random Character Card (C+ Tier) x2

Random Character Card (C++ Tier) x1

Random Ability Card (B-- Tier) x1

Random Item Card (C++ Tier) x2

Random Item Card (C Tier) x2

8. Infinity Under Lock and Key

Event: The Space Stone’s true nature was revealed.

Familia’s Action: Secured the stone, preventing both Loki and Thanos from immediate access.

Impact: A fundamental shift in the cosmic balance.

Rewards

Random Character Card (B-- Tier) x1

Random Ability Card (B-- Tier) x1

Random Item Card (B-- Tier) x1

+ A Hidden Counter: The Infinity Stone “destiny.” Future cosmic-level threats are more likely, but the Familia also stands to earn proportionally bigger achievements if you survive.]

Nero cracked his neck. “Sorella, show me Shitstein Achievements.”

[On it!]

[9. Global Underworld Cleanup

Event: The Familia dismantles major underworld syndicates (HYDRA remnants, warlord networks, black-market traffickers) across multiple continents. Coordinated infiltration in Europe, South America, Asia, etc. Systematically cripples the backbone of global organized crime.

Familia’s Action: Precise, coordinated strikes eliminate leadership, disrupt funding, and dismantle supply chains.

Impact: Massive reduction in global organized crime, forcing remaining criminals into hiding or cooperation. Governments struggle to adjust to the sudden power vacuum.

Rewards:

Random Character Card (C-- Tier) × 2

Random Ability Card (C-- Tier) × 1

Random Item Card (D++ Tier) × 3

10. Shitstein Island Incursion

Event: A direct assault on Shitstein Island, exposing the depraved experiments and trafficking of the ultra-rich. Rescuing captives, destroying illicit labs, and publicly leaking the horrifying data. Cornering the Island’s so-called “untouchable” elites.

Familia’s Action: Coordinated tactical strikes disable security, while media leaks ensure global exposure. Survivors are given a voice, revealing systemic corruption.

Impact: Global outrage, criminal investigations across multiple nations. The ultra-wealthy elites involved face consequences they never expected.

Rewards:

Random Character Card (C+ Tier) × 2

Random Ability Card (C Tier) × 2

Random Item Card (C Tier) × 1

11. Global Manhunt Survived

Event: After the Island’s downfall, governments and conspirators label the Familia as the world’s top threat. Operation Guillotine initiates a massive international manhunt with bounties on the Familia’s heads. The Familia endures wave after wave of assaults, emerging stronger while also pulling sympathy from parts of the public.

Familia’s Action: Tactical retreats, misinformation campaigns, and strategic counterattacks wear down pursuers while swaying public perception.

Impact: Governments remain divided on the Familia, while underground support grows. The Familia becomes a symbol of rebellion.

Rewards:

Random Character Card (D++ Tier) × 3

Random Ability Card (C-- Tier) × 1

Random Item Card (D+ Tier) × 2

12. Illuminati Confrontation

Event: Confrontation with the secretive Illuminati (Reed Richards, Professor X, etc.), who question the Familia’s extreme methods. Tense standoff, rhetorical sparring. Both sides test each other’s knowledge and intentions. Ends with no real resolution but sets the stage for future alliances or conflicts.

Familia’s Action: Carefully measured responses keep the Illuminati wary yet intrigued. Certain information is intentionally withheld.

Impact: A tenuous balance—both sides recognize each other as powerful variables in the grander scheme. Future interactions remain uncertain.

Rewards:

Random Character Card (C-- Tier) × 2

Random Ability Card (C-- Tier) × 1

Random Item Card (C-- Tier) × 2

13. Cabal Infiltration

Event: Kira and the Familia entangle with the Cabal (Doom, Magneto, The Maker, Osborn, etc.). Gaining intel, sowing discord, and preparing to undermine or manipulate the Cabal from within. Critical turning point: the Familia obtains direct lines to secret technologies and alliances.

Familia’s Action: Subtle influence, deception, and selective sabotage create rifts within the Cabal’s leadership.

Impact: The Familia gains access to hidden knowledge and experimental technology, tipping the balance in their favor.

Rewards:

Random Character Card (C++ Tier) × 1

Random Ability Card (C+ Tier) × 3

Random Item Card (C+ Tier) × 1

14. A Month of Battle

Event: Ongoing skirmishes worldwide: the Familia fights off mercenaries, assassins, and relentless “clean-up” teams financed by offended elites. Drawn-out conflict cements the Familia’s tactical prowess and the unity of their allies. The world teeters on the brink as each side tries to tip the scales.

Familia’s Action: Strategic engagements wear down enemy forces while maintaining the Familia’s operational strength.

Impact: The Familia solidifies its reputation as an unyielding force. The opposition grows desperate, leading to reckless moves.

Rewards:

Random Character Card (B-- Tier) × 1

Random Ability Card (C++ Tier) × 2

Random Item Card (C++ Tier) × 2

15. Removing Shitstein Completely

Event: Final strike: publicly “erasing” Shitstein’s lingering influence while orchestrating an elaborate ruse. Fooling the global media and high society, triggering widespread outrage (“fires of Revolution”), ensuring the public no longer forgets these horrors. Executing or neutralizing the last circle of corrupted billionaires who believed themselves beyond consequence.

Familia’s Action: A masterclass in public manipulation and precise eliminations ensures no traces remain.

Impact: The Familia’s message resonates globally, igniting political and social movements that refuse to let corruption go unchecked.

Rewards:

Random Character Card (B Tier) × 2

Random Ability Card (B Tier) × 2

Random Item Card (B Tier) × 1]

Diego let out a low whistle as he skimmed through the list on the holographic display. “This is a big haul.” His eyes flicked to Nero. “Seriously, what the hell could you even summon with all this?”

Anthony leaned back, arms crossed. “A small army? A world-ending weapon? Maybe a god?”

Donald scoffed. “Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve pissed off something divine.”

Maria tilted her head. “Depends on how he condenses it.”

Sofia tapped a few keys, running through the calculations. “If you condense it all, you’ll get at least B++ Tier if my calculations are correct” She paused. “Or you can keep them separate and roll them individually.”

Nero glanced at the list once more before waving a hand. “Condense.”

The system hummed as the rewards merged, the data shifting.

[Condensation Complete!

A– Tier Character Card x1

A– Tier Ability Card x1

A– Tier Item Card x1]

Sorella’s voice rang out, chipper as ever. [Big Brother, you want to roll them now, or save them for later?]

Nero leaned back, cracking his neck. "Pull them."

The system hummed, and Sorella’s voice chimed in, [Rolling now! Let's see what we got, Big Brother!]

The holographic display flickered, and three cards materialized in midair. The first, deep violet with intricate golden engravings, pulsed with an overwhelming presence. The second shimmered with shifting colors, the elements warping across its surface. The third was simple—green, edged in silver, yet it radiated an undeniable sharpness.

[Character Acquired: Meruem (Hunter x Hunter)]

[Ability Acquired: Multi-Element Bending Mastery (Avatar)]

[Item Acquired: Green Lantern Power Ring (DC)]