Years ago

A truck carrying gold barrels down an empty road at night, its headlights piercing through the darkness. The driver hums to himself, unaware of the danger ahead. As the truck rolls along, the camera pans down to reveal a puddle of red and black smudge lying innocuously on the asphalt.

The truck's tires splash through the puddle, and suddenly, the smudge comes to life. It begins to swirl and shift, morphing into a menacing figure

—Y/N in his Malware form.

Y/N smirks, his eyes glowing with a fierce light. He raises a hand, and tendrils of the smudge extend, latching onto the truck's undercarriage. With a mighty pull, he yanks the truck to a screeching halt. The driver, wide-eyed with fear, slams on the brakes, but it's too late.

Y/N: "Sorry, pal, but this cargo is mine."

With a swift motion, Y/N rips open the back of the truck, revealing stacks of gold bars. He absorbs a piece of the metal, his form glowing even more intensely. The driver, shaking, tries to radio for help, but Y/N's nanite spikes disable the communication device.

Y/N: "No need for that. You're not getting any help tonight."

As Y/N begins to load the gold into a makeshift container formed by his own body, he hears sirens in the distance. He glances back, a dark grin spreading across his face.

Y/N: "Looks like we have company. Time to make an exit."

He merges with the shadows, the red and black smudge retreating into the night, leaving the truck empty and the driver bewildered.

As Y/N begins to make his escape, the sound of approaching sirens grows louder. He turns a corner and finds himself face to face with four police officers. Their eyes widen in shock and fear at the sight of his monstrous form.

Officer 1: "Freeze! Put your hands where we can see them!"

Y/N smirks, the glow in his eyes intensifying. Without a word, his right arm begins to morph, transforming into a sleek, menacing cannon. His left arm follows suit, elongating and reshaping into a razor-sharp axe.

Y/N: "You really think you can stop me?"

Officer 2: "Backup! We need backup now!"

But it's too late. Y/N raises his cannon arm and fires a blast of energy, sending the officers diving for cover. The force of the blast incinerates a nearby lamppost, sending sparks flying.

Officer 3: "He's armed! Take him down!"

The officers open fire, but Y/N's enhanced durability shrugs off the bullets like they were nothing. With a swift motion, he swings his axe arm, cutting through a police car that had tried to block his path.

Y/N: "Nice try, but you'll need more than that."

He fires another blast from his cannon, creating a smokescreen of debris and dust. Taking advantage of the chaos, Y/N leaps into the air, his body morphing to propel him over the police blockade.

As he lands on the other side, he hears the frantic shouts of the officers behind him. But their voices grow fainter as he disappears into the night, his stolen gold securely in his grasp.

———

Y/N arrives at his hidden base, a sprawling underground complex concealed beneath an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Metropolis. The entrance is hidden behind a large, rusted door that only opens with a unique code that Y/N devised. The inside of the base is a stark contrast to its dilapidated exterior; sleek, metallic walls line the corridors, illuminated by dim, cool blue lights.

He makes his way through the winding passages, each lined with various stolen treasures, meticulously categorized and labeled. There are shelves filled with rare artifacts, expensive paintings, and high-tech gadgets. Each item has its own place, organized according to Y/N's precise system.

Finally, he reaches the vault room, a heavily fortified area with reinforced steel doors and advanced security systems that he designed himself. The walls are lined with shelves and glass cases, displaying his most prized possessions.

Y/N places the gold bars on an empty shelf, carefully adjusting them so they are perfectly aligned. He steps back, surveying his collection with a sense of accomplishment.

Among the items he has stolen:

A collection of rare, priceless artifacts from various museums, including an ancient Egyptian amulet and a set of antique samurai swords.

High-tech military weapons and gadgets, such as advanced laser guns, stealth drones, and experimental armor.

Jewels and precious metals, including diamonds, emeralds, and now, a significant amount of gold bars.

Rare paintings and sculptures from private collections and galleries, including works by famous artists.

Sensitive information and blueprints stolen from government facilities and top-secret research labs, stored on secure servers.

Unique vehicles, including a prototype hovercraft and a custom-built, bulletproof car.

Y/N takes a moment to admire his collection, his mind buzzing with the memories of each heist.

He then sits down at his workstation, a sophisticated setup with multiple monitors, high-speed computers, and various tools. He begins to catalog the gold bars, noting their weight and value, and then enters the information into his encrypted database.

Y/N pulls up his bank account on one of his monitors. The screen displays a complex web of accounts and transactions, each routed through multiple countries to ensure anonymity. His main offshore account shows a balance that makes him smirk with satisfaction

$250 million: The sum total of his illicit earnings, carefully laundered through various shell companies and offshore accounts to evade detection.

The money isn't just sitting idle; Y/N has invested in various assets to ensure a continuous flow of income. Real estate properties, stocks in high-tech companies, and even some cryptocurrencies. He's always been careful to diversify, ensuring that even if one source dries up, he has plenty of others to fall back on.

He takes a moment to review his recent transactions. A few million transferred here, a couple hundred thousand invested there. He marvels at how far he's come from the days of struggling with social interactions and misunderstandings. Now, he operates in a world where he controls the game, and his intelligence gives him the edge.

Y/N closes the banking application and leans back in his chair.

Y/N leans back in his chair, staring at the monitors displaying his accounts and the stolen gold neatly stacked in the corner. He begins talking to himself, a habit that brings him comfort in his otherwise chaotic world.

"Being a villain... it's not just about the money. It's... it's about control. Yeah, control. Over my life, over my destiny. People... they never understood me. They always tried to fit me into a mold I didn't fit. But here... I make the rules. I decide what's right for me. And... and it's exhilarating. The thrill of the heist, the challenge of outsmarting everyone..."

A holographic figure of Malware appears beside him, a smirk on his face. "That's right, Y/N. They never saw your potential, but I did. Look at what you've achieved. You're unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. You control your own fate now, not bound by their rules."

Y/N nods, feeling a sense of pride. "Yeah, I control my fate. No one else."

Suddenly, Azmuth's hologram flickers to life, his stern expression contrasting sharply with Malware's. "Y/N, this is not the path you were meant to take. Your intelligence and abilities were meant for greater things than theft and chaos. You are wasting your potential on these criminal endeavors."

Y/N sighs, feeling the familiar tension between the two voices. "Azmuth, you don't understand. They never accepted me. They never will."

Azmuth's voice softens slightly. "Acceptance isn't always immediate, Y/N. But turning to villainy only distances you further from what you truly desire—genuine recognition and respect. You can still change your path."

Malware scoffs. "Don't listen to him, Y/N. He's just trying to control you like everyone else did. You're better off doing what you do best—being the smartest, the strongest, the one they all fear."

Y/N nodded and listened.

Y/N sits back in his chair, the glow from his monitors reflecting off his face as he pulls out his phone. With a few taps, he brings up the website for the university he attended. The memories flood back—how they dismissed his needs, pushed him beyond his limits, and never accommodated his autism. The constant pressure had led to a severe anxiety attack, one that left him feeling utterly powerless.

A smirk forms on his lips as an idea takes shape in his mind. "Let's see how they like it when the tables are turned," he mutters to himself.

Y/N quickly hacks into the university's financial systems, bypassing their security with ease. His fingers fly over the keyboard as he navigates through their accounts, transferring funds and making large purchases. Expensive cars, high-end electronics, planes, and boats—he buys them all under the university's name. With each transaction, he feels a sense of satisfaction, knowing he's causing the institution the same kind of distress they caused him.

He sits back and watches as the university's bank account drains rapidly. "This will teach them," he says quietly, a sense of justice fueling his actions. "They'll think twice before they treat someone else like they treated me."

As he finishes the last transaction, he leans back and takes a deep breath. The university that once caused him so much pain is now on the brink of bankruptcy, and it's all because of him. He feels a twisted sense of accomplishment, a sense of control over the situation.

Y/N stands up from his chair, stretching his arms. The thrill of his latest heist still courses through him.

He walks to a secluded area behind his base, where a makeshift testing ground awaits him. Various targets and obstacles are scattered around, ready for him to unleash his power on them.

Taking a deep breath, he morphs his arm into a cannon. The transformation is seamless, the machinery and circuitry within him whirring to life. He targets a steel barrel at the far end of the yard and fires a concentrated energy blast. The barrel explodes into pieces, sending shards flying in all directions.

"Good," he mutters to himself, satisfied with the precision and power of the blast.

Next, he morphs his other arm into an axe and swings it at a thick wooden beam. The beam splinters and cracks under the force of the blow, falling to the ground in a heap.

"Perfect," he says, feeling the raw power coursing through his body.

Finally, he decides to test his optic laser. Concentrating, he channels energy to his eyes, focusing it into a sharp, concentrated beam. He aims at a distant boulder and releases the energy. The laser slices through the boulder effortlessly, leaving a clean, molten cut.

For a moment, he stands there, letting the adrenaline fade. The sense of control and power he feels is intoxicating.

Y/N makes his way to the edge of the dense woods near his base. The trees stand tall and thick, offering a secluded area where he can truly unleash his abilities without fear of being seen. He steps into the forest, the sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of birds filling the air.

Once he's deep enough into the woods, he takes a deep breath and prepares himself. He starts by morphing both arms into powerful cannons, the mechanical whirring blending with the natural sounds around him. He targets a cluster of trees and releases a barrage of energy blasts, each shot tearing through the trunks and sending splinters flying. The trees groan and crash to the ground, creating a clearing where once there was dense foliage.

Next, he morphs his hands into sharp, metallic claws. He charges at a large boulder, slashing at it with incredible speed and strength. The rock shatters under his assault, chunks of stone scattering in every direction.

Feeling the adrenaline surge, he decides to test his optic laser again. He focuses, and a powerful beam shoots from his eyes, cutting through a row of trees like a hot knife through butter. The trees fall in a neat line, the edges of the cuts glowing faintly from the intense heat.

Finally, he gathers his energy for one more test. He channels 20% of his power, feeling the surge of energy build within him. With a roar, he releases it all at once, a massive wave of destructive force radiating from him. The ground shakes, and trees are uprooted and thrown back, creating a massive clearing around him. The sheer power he unleashed leaves a smoldering crater in the center of the clearing.

Breathing heavily, Y/N surveys the destruction he caused. The woods around him are now a testament to his power, the fallen trees and shattered rocks evidence of what he's capable of. He feels a mix of satisfaction and awe at the devastation he wrought with just a fraction of his potential.

"Ah...I love my powers."