Spectacular World

Life That Blooms Into The Sun

Sirens wailed around his lab as he grabbed at his hair. "I know! Shut the hell up!" Of course, he knew there were intruders. The alarms didn't need to tell him that. He could hear them tearing through the castle.

"Sir, what should we do?" One of his men asked. There were dozens of them all piled in his lab, barricading the doors and walls. Down below on the other floors, the rest of his men had the task of setting up various traps and being used as decoys to hopefully slow the heroes down. "Sir?"

"I'm thinking, you idiot!"

Doc was not a very lucky man. At a young age, he had gained superpowers. Not the cool kind, though. He couldn't shoot lasers, fly, or control fire. Instead, he had a knack for creating a type of medication. Miracle pills. These are things that should have gone down in history as something that would make him famous but never happened.

The Hero Branch had snatched him up at a young age, and he was forced to heal the heroes. They didn't let him do most of his studies either. It was always the lame stuff he was forced to work on, like healing limbs, rather than perfecting cloning like he always wanted to do. Worse yet, he had been forced to work alongside other Hero Branch doctors, many of whom weren't even Supers.

He almost viewed the Emperor appearing as a blessing. He faked his death and went into hiding. That was where his story should have ended. He should have gotten a happy ending where he got to do whatever he wanted, but instead of being blessed like many others, he discovered he wasn't suited for a boring life.

So he found himself wanting to do something.

Long story short, he backstabbed Avalon, stole something he really shouldn't have, and in order to avoid Avalon's wrath, he was forced to get the protection of an upcoming gang boss by the name of Sunshine. Forcefully recruited into the Wandering Coin, he was able to have some fun here. And with the help of Wish, he was finally making a breakthrough in his research. His powers were created as a way to heal people. What better way to truly heal and save the human race than to ensure they were evolved, perfected lifeforms? In other words, he sought to create a world of only Supers.

His lab was all the way at the castle's top floor, which held the control room to the gate of this realm. The gate in question, though, would only appear at the edge of the woods because the Pallet Boys had thought it was 'cool' and 'cinematic,' so using it as an escape plan was out of the question since it meant he would have to go through whatever heroes were currently ripping their way towards him. There was another exit that served as an emergency escape, but it was placed all the way at the bottom of the castle. It was things like this that made him truly glad the Pallet Boys were dead.

"Sir, they breached the wall." One of the men yelled as he stared down towards the courtyard below. "They're taking the others out with ease."

"Of course they are. Blast it all." Doc cursed, kicking a table over and causing everyone to scramble in fear of what the many jars of liquid would do. "We just need to hold out for a bit longer. I told Sunshine what was happening. There is no way he would let me be caught. I go, and the whole first half of his plan goes to hell. He'll send my three creations or Wish or he'll even come himself. We just need to hold out."

"That's easier said than done." One of the men grunted.

"Well, don't just stand around, you idiots! This lab is filled with some of the finest Super created products in the world. Get whatever you need!"

The lab in question was highly messy. There were dozens of suits of spare Pallet Boy armor that lined the walls. Some were functional, but others were half-built or extremely old models. He didn't specialize in that kind of tech, but Sunshine didn't care. He had cut his fingers open dozens of times, trying to open the metal slots and tinkering with the wires. Dozens of tables were also everywhere, filled with jars of different colored liquids. Many didn't really do anything or would kill you if you drank it, being experiments, but a few were the drugs he made for the Wandering Coin.