Marvel & Wattpad's Metal Man

Chapter 1

In the heart of Terengganu, where innovation and secrecy mingled, Muhammad Aqil Muhtadi stood before a group of high-ranking Malaysian military defense officials. The lab was a highly classified facility within Muhtadi Industries, his family's company known for groundbreaking advancements in technology. With a confident smile, he unveiled his latest creation—the micro-transistors.

"These micro-transistors have the power to revolutionize military weaponry," Aqil announced, holding a tiny device between his fingers. "They can turn ordinary objects into formidable weapons, capable of incredible feats."

The officials watched with awe as Aqil demonstrated the micro-transistors' capabilities. A nearby magnet was suddenly imbued with tremendous magnetic force, yanking open a thick metal door from a considerable distance. Gasps of amazement filled the room.

"Imagine what these devices could do on the battlefield," Aqil continued, his enthusiasm contagious. "They can miniaturize heavy machinery, making them portable and efficient. This technology will give our forces a significant advantage."

Impressed by the invention and intrigued by Aqil's charisma, the military brass eagerly discussed potential applications for the micro-transistors. While they spoke of military strategy, Aqil's thoughts occasionally drifted to another part of the world—a place tormented by oppression and tyranny.

Across the seas, in a small village in Vietnam, the wicked Red tyrant Wong-Chu flexed his cruel grip on power. He reveled in conquering villages and humiliating their strongest men in displays of martial prowess. But his thirst for control knew no bounds, and he sought even greater power.

Meanwhile, Aqil had traveled to Vietnam to oversee the field testing of the micro-transistor-powered weaponry. Equipped with a squad of soldiers, the group patrolled through the dense jungle, eager to demonstrate the effectiveness of the new technology.

Amid the lush greenery, a moment of misfortune struck. Aqil accidentally triggered a hidden tripwire, triggering a violent explosion. The force of the blast knocked him down, leaving him severely wounded. In his weakened state, he was quickly captured by Wong-Chu's relentless forces and brought to their nearby headquarters.

In a dimly lit room, Aqil found himself face-to-face with the tyrant himself—Wong-Chu, a man devoid of compassion or empathy. Despite the pain, Aqil couldn't help but feel a spark of defiance within him.

"Well, well, well," Wong-Chu sneered, inspecting his captive. "A famous Malaysian inventor in my humble abode. You must be worth a fortune."

Aqil clenched his jaw, refusing to show weakness. "You won't get a dime from me, you monster."

Wong-Chu laughed, relishing in the fear he saw in Aqil's eyes. "Perhaps not willingly, but your intellect will prove far more valuable. My comrades and I have big plans, and we could use a genius like you."

Unbeknownst to Wong-Chu, the shrapnel from the landmine explosion in Aqil's chest was inching closer to his heart, threatening to end his life within days.

Aqil's mind raced, searching for a way out. But he knew that resistance, at least for now, was futile. To survive, he had to bide his time, gain their trust, and find a way to escape. He couldn't allow his inventions to fall into the hands of evil.

As the days passed, Aqil endured grueling labor, forced to work on Wong-Chu's sinister projects. But hidden beneath his appearance of compliance, his mind was busy devising a plan, seeking an opportunity to turn the tables on his captors.

In the depths of despair, an unexpected ally emerged. A fellow prisoner and brilliant scientist named Professor Ho Yinsen, who had managed to keep his scientific knowledge a secret from their captors, revealed himself to Aqil. Together, they began to form a bond and plot a daring escape.

One evening, as the setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Aqil and Professor Yinsen huddled in a corner of the makeshift prison workshop. Surrounded by half-finished prototypes and discarded machinery, they spoke in hushed tones.

"I've been observing Wong-Chu's guards," whispered Professor Yinsen, his eyes darting around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "They have a routine, and I think I've found a pattern that might offer us a slim chance of escape."

Aqil leaned in, his heart pounding with hope. "Tell me what you've discovered."

"We'll need to act swiftly," Professor Yinsen explained. "During the changing of the guard at midnight, there's a brief moment when only one sentry stands outside our cell. It's risky, but if we can overpower that guard and steal his keycard, we might gain access to the main control room."

"And from there, we can shut down the facility's security systems," Aqil interjected, realizing the potential.

"Yes, precisely," confirmed Professor Yinsen. "Once the alarms are disabled, we can make a break for the jungle. It won't be easy, but it's our best chance."

Determined and hopeful, the two inventors worked tirelessly over the following days, perfecting their plan and gathering whatever materials they could secretly salvage from the workshop. Every night, they practiced their timing and techniques, ensuring they could execute the escape flawlessly.

As the fateful night approached, tension hung thick in the air. Their hearts pounded in unison as they waited for the changing of the guard. When midnight finally arrived, Aqil and Professor Yinsen exchanged a knowing look, and without hesitation, they sprang into action.

Using their improvised tools and skills, they subdued the lone sentry with calculated precision. As the guard slumped to the floor, Aqil snatched the keycard from his pocket, and they made their way through the dimly lit corridors toward the control room.

However, Wong-Chu's forces were not to be underestimated. The alarm was triggered before they could reach their destination, and soon, the facility was engulfed in chaos. Armed guards and soldiers swarmed the corridors, hot on their trail.

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, Aqil and Professor Yinsen pressed on, determined to reach the control room. But just as they were about to enter, a hail of bullets sprayed the area, forcing them to take cover behind a row of metal crates.

"We can't go back now," Aqil shouted over the deafening gunfire. "We have to reach that room!"

Professor Yinsen nodded, his eyes reflecting equal parts fear and determination. Together, they took a deep breath and surged forward, dodging bullets and weaving through the mayhem.

As they finally burst into the control room, Aqil's heart pounded in his chest. Time seemed to slow as he frantically worked to disable the alarms and security systems. With sweat pouring down his face, he let out a sigh of relief as the facility fell into silence—the alarms silenced and the flashing red lights fading to black.

"We did it," Aqil gasped, a mix of exhaustion and triumph washing over him.

But their escape was far from over. Now, the real challenge lay ahead as they ventured into the treacherous jungle, navigating through unfamiliar terrain with only their wits to guide them. And as they pushed forward, Aqil couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility—a responsibility not only to himself but to the world.

For he knew that the micro-transistors, his groundbreaking inventions, still existed. And though they had escaped Wong-Chu's clutches, the threat of his technology falling into the wrong hands loomed large. Aqil understood that his work was far from done. The world needed his brilliance, his ingenuity, and his inventions—for good, not evil. And with Professor Yinsen by his side, they would forge ahead, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in their mission to protect the world from the dark forces that sought to exploit their creations.