Jun, Saturday 31, 2007 - 8:00 AM
Multiple eyes snap open as the sound of sirens blares outside, and with the sounds of police and the ambulance.
Eve was the first to jump up, her sensitive ears picking up the screaming civilians and buildings crumbling, the chaos outside sending a sharp chill down her spine.
Her hand clenched tightly, rage and instinct igniting like wildfire in her veins. With practiced precision, she threw on her Omni Eve outfit, the energy in her eyes flaring as her aura pulsed with restrained fury.
In a heartbeat, she bursts through the front door — obliterating it into dust with a thunderous boom, a shockwave echoing across the block.
“Not my door,” Paradox groans, dragging his feet across the floor with exaggerated boredom. He stretches, yawning like he just woke up from a nap that wasn’t long enough. “And here I was having a good dream about tacos…” he mutters, grabbing his jacket and stepping out slowly after her.
Outside, both of them see who was causing the ruckus.
It was none other than Soundwave, standing at the city center — unleashing devastating sonic blasts, the waves of energy slicing through skyscrapers like paper, collapsing steel and stone in on themselves. People screamed as they ran for cover, the buildings falling like dominoes.
“That bastard,” Eve snarled, eyes glowing with raw power.
Without hesitation, she extends her hand, her Astral Grips shimmering as they materialize. A translucent sphere traps Soundwave instantly — compressing with intense pressure. The air around them warps from the sheer energy.
She clenches her fist.
The barrier crushes inward, aiming to pulverize Soundwave’s body within.
But — his body shatters like a hologram, dispersing into static.
“Huh?” Eve’s eyes narrow.
“Omni Eve, I was hoping you’d show up,” Soundwave’s voice echoes, bouncing from every direction, layered and distorted. “Did you really think it would be that easy this time?”
The ground beneath her trembles violently as soundwaves ripple through the earth, distorting gravity itself.
Suddenly, pillars of invisible sonic force erupt from beneath her — exploding upward in a chaotic spiral, flinging her skyward like a ragdoll.
Eve twists mid-air, recovering quickly. Her deep blue eyes scan rapidly, locking onto a faint shimmer in the air — a sign of presence.
Without wasting a moment, she hurls one of her massive metal rods with blinding speed. It blurs through the air — the sheer force of it tearing the sound barrier apart, the impact obliterating a nearby rooftop in a massive fireball of molten debris.
A figure leaps away from the explosion.
“How did you know I was there?!” Soundwave yells, the edge of panic in his voice.
“I have my ways,” she retorts coolly, dust trailing off her shoulders. “My senses are far more refined than they were last time.”
With a single thought, she lifts Soundwave into the air, his body flailing as her telekinesis grips him like a vice. She slams him down into the pavement with monstrous force, shattering the earth into a deep crater. Dust and smoke rise like a mushroom cloud.
She prepares to finish him off, but just as her grip tightens— a woman’s scream pierces the air.
Soundwave cackles, standing behind a trembling, terrified civilian.
He grabs her, forcing her in front of him.
“You can’t attack me, can you? Afraid you’ll turn this poor defenseless woman into red paste,” he mocks, laughing with venom as he fires multiple sonic blasts toward Eve — each one slamming into her like a battering ram of pure force.
She doesn’t flinch.
Her body falls from the sky, smoke trailing from her scorched outfit, but her expression is ice cold.
“No,” she says, her voice low, calm, and laced with fury. “I was just thinking about what I was going to do to you.”
She raises her hand — her fingers curl inward.
Soundwave’s skull implodes.
The sickening crack of bone and wet burst of brain matter splatter across the concrete. The woman screams and runs away, barely able to comprehend what just happened.
Eve lands softly, the street silent as her boots touch the ground.
“Anyone who harms the innocent or uses them as shields will get no mercy from me.”
The air around her trembles with residual energy — the city watches in awe and terror.
“Well, that was quick.” Paradox’s voice breaks the silence. He appears beside her, his hands in his pockets, crimson eyes half-lidded in disinterest. “He was stronger than before, but against someone with psychic power like Eve…” he shrugs. “Still no match.”
With a snap of his fingers, reality pulses.
The buildings around them rewind in time — the city restoring itself as if nothing had ever happened. Windows unshatter. Streets smooth over. Fires vanish.
“Hmph. That takes care of that.”
He watches as Eve lifts off into the sky, heading back to the house. He casually strolls over to Soundwave’s headless corpse, crouching next to it.
“Hmm, what’s this?” He notices something wedged inside the skull cavity — a note, soaked slightly in blood.
He pulls it free, unfolding it.
The handwriting is jagged. Familiar.
‘Now my Evil side, I know you’re reading this. But do not get too complacent. A storm is on the horizon, and you will be at the center.’
Paradox smirks, clicking his tongue.
“I’m not the evil one. You’re Yami.”
The note bursts into flames in his hand, disappearing into ash, and a familiar laughter — his own voice, twisted slightly — echoes from above.
He sighs deeply, turning back toward the house.
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“It’s too early to deal with all of this. I’m going back to get some more sleep.”
He vanishes with a casual blink.
Above him, floating in the shadows — Yami-Paradox watches, arms crossed, a devilish grin across his face.
Over the next few days, Omni Eve began to change how she approached the criminals and villains of Metro City.
Her words echoed throughout the underworld like a divine verdict.
“Anyone who harms children, innocents, or uses them as hostages will get no mercy from me.”
It wasn’t a threat. It was law.
News reports flooded the screens — criminals turning themselves in, entire gangs abandoning their bases, some fleeing the city entirely.
The mere mention of Omni Eve had become enough to make grown men tremble.
Today, we find her finishing another mission — her hand crushing the spine of a man who had kidnapped a child and held them for ransom.
He let out a weak, final gasp before falling unconscious, and Eve coldly dropped his body at the police station steps.
She heard a scream.
Without a pause, she blasted off, the wind screaming behind her as she soared toward the sound.
She stopped multiple crimes, her senses sharp and quick — a blade in the dark and a shield in the light.
By the time she had no more cries to follow, no more pain to heal, she stood atop the massive statue of herself in the center of the city.
It loomed tall, carved from obsidian and laced with glowing lines of red and blue.
She sat on its shoulder, wind gently brushing against her hair.
“Why are there so many disgusting human beings in this world?” she whispered to herself, bitterness lacing her voice. “I will do whatever it takes to keep the people of Metro City safe. I will not let anyone destroy my home… and those I love… ever again.”
Her voice trembled slightly — not with fear, but with unrelenting determination.
With a flicker of light, she teleports back home.
She finds a plate of food on the table, still warm. A note rests beside it.
She picks it up, unfolding it carefully.
‘I know by the time you get back, you’ll be hungry, so I made you a plate of food. So eat up and relax for the rest of the day. I won’t be back home for quite a while — I’ve got a few things to do, and Norika and the others will be out doing their own thing, so you’ll be alone for a bit.
From Paradox.’
She stares at the letter, her heart softening slightly.
She sits down at the table, silently picking up her fork.
“Does he not think I can take care of myself?” she murmurs.
But the corners of her lips twitch upward — just a little.
We find Paradox flying around the planet at incredible speed, his blurred silhouette streaking across the sky like a crimson comet. Using his Omnipotent Sense
“Where are you, ...? Come out before I drag your smug face out of whatever hole you're hiding in,” he mutters, his voice calm—yet brimming with irritation.
Something flickers on his radar. A presence—distorted, familiar, intentional.
In an instant, he dives downward, the world blurring around him until he lands with a thunderous crash in the heart of the Grand Canyon
“Hmm? What’s this?”
Amidst the ancient rock, an out-of-place structure sits quietly. A small building, simplistic yet humming with ominous energy.
Suspicion crawling up his spine, Paradox reaches toward the door.
The moment his fingers brush the surface, a sharp surge of pain shoots through his hand. His Omni-Watch
"...Hmph," he breathes out, expression unreadable, half-lidded eyes watching the fragments fade. “Of course. He waited for the perfect moment. The storm's nearly here. I’ll be at my weakest for the next few hours... and he that.”
A cold silence follows.
“With the Omni-Watch gone, most of my arsenal’s sealed. Can’t even rely on my Imagination Powers anymore. I’m operating at about... five percent of my full strength?” He shrugs. “Guess that makes this more .”
Just as he reaches for the door again, it bursts open—exploding outward as dozens of grotesque monsters pour out in a chaotic wave.
A flickering hologramYami-Paradox
“I hope you enjoy my little gift,” Yami chirps, voice smooth and mocking. “Try not to die, would ya? These little darlings are called Goremassheadaches. Have fun, toodles~”
Paradox’s eye twitches. “Fuck you, Yami. When I find you, you’re dead. No jokes. No games.”
Before he can even move, one of the creatures slams into him like a freight train, sending him crashing through boulders, rock, and metal—a red streak tearing through the canyon walls.
Blood pours down his forehead, mixing with dust and sweat, dripping into his eyes. His lips curl into a smirk, the metallic taste of his own blood bringing an odd rush of satisfaction.
“This isn’t going to be easy, is it?” he mutters, slowly getting to his feet. “Without my Watch, I’m weaker than I was in my at the start of this damn volume... and most of my powers are locked away. Even my Power of Imagination’s been neutered.”
He wipes the blood with the back of his hand, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“”
Despite the pain—despite the odds stacked against him—he smiles. That same reckless, arrogant smile that made him both loved and hated across realities.
The narrator spoke, their voice laced with disbelief.
Before him stands a seemingly endless sea of Goremass.
Hundredsthousands
No eyes. Just a grotesque split maw across their faces, leaking and thick, glowing red ichor.
Each one pulses with a disgusting imitation of the Omni-Watch’s crystal. Crude Omni-Resin Hearts
They emit glitchy, distorted growls—low-frequency screeches that disorient the mind. Like corrupted code crawling into your thoughts.
The atmosphere grows heavy. Crushing.
Paradox cracks his neck.
“What a nice warm-up...” He grins wide. “Come and get me.”
And then—chaos.
He charges straight into the mass of monsters , weaving, dodging, smashing skulls with his fists. Every punch sends tremors through the ground, flesh and bone splattering across the battlefield.
Meanwhile, in deep space…
Floating atop a titanic fortress drifting through the void, Yami-Paradox
“The storm is almost ready...” he says softly, smirking. “And with his watch destroyed, the fool can’t access my mind or track me. I made sure of it.”
Around him—countless alternate versions of Paradox. Each embodying a of the original’s suppressed emotions: despair, rage, joy, envy, grief. All silent. All watching.
“Normally, any damage to his power would reflect on me. But this time... this time, I severed the tether. We’re no longer bound by the same rules.”
Yami walks between them, arms crossed behind his back.
“I hope you’re ready, .”
His laugh echoes across the cosmos.
Back on Paradox Earth...
Paradox pants heavily, bloodied and bruised. Corpses of Goremass surround him like a field of broken statues. Hundreds of them—torn apart, melted, crushed under the sheer weight of his will.
But still they come.
Thousands more, flooding toward him like an unstoppable tide of meat and metal.
“There’s just no end to these bastards,” he mutters, wiping blood from his mouth. “Reminds me of the ENO
He launches forward again, breaking through the front lines with sheer force. A punch to the left splits a creature in two. Another elbow caves in a skull. His movements are sluggish now—tired, but unyielding.
Suddenly—. Multiple Goremass strike from behind, claws impaling his torso.
“URGH—!”
Blood explodes from his mouth. The pain is unreal. But Paradox doesn’t stop.
He grabs the claws with trembling hands—and . Ripping himself free, he twists around, driving his knee into one creature's face and snapping its neck with a brutal twist.
Heavily injured, body trembling, healing slowly.
“Damn... my regeneration’s crawling,” he groans. “Feels like I'm made of glass...”
But then—he smiles again.
“Guess this is . Gotta get used to being this weak...”
He breathes in the carnage. The taste of death in the air. The raw ache of every muscle in his body screaming.
And he keeps walking.
Elsewhere, in the dark void of space...
A Robotic Entity
Its voice echoes within its own core:
“The Infinitus... I will find it. I will my goal.”
It stands at a towering 7'2"
Its glowing eyes narrow, scanning the void with pinpoint accuracy. A line of data scrolls down its vision—a calculated projection of dangerous.
A faint pulse. A ripple in the universal code.
“Target identified. Sector 9. Temporal breach possible. Adjusting course...”
With a sudden burst of speed, it vanishes into the stars.
The storm... draws near.
