I will not be a pawn

At that moment, the room itself seemed to shrink, unable to contain the boundless energy and determination that radiated from him. Jagnar took a step forward, his muscles rippling with power as if the very air around him acknowledged his authority. The stage was set for his liberation, and he was ready to defy the forces that had sought to control him.

The weight of the revelation settled upon Jagnar's consciousness, leaving him dumbstruck and astonished. He thought he was in the world of Superman and was feeling thrilled. 

With his mind reeling, Jagnar began to walk towards the imposing iron door that served as his barrier to the outside world. Each step was calculated, as he allowed himself time to process the newfound understanding of his incredible circumstances. The echoes of the female doctor's words reverberated in his mind, igniting a sense of wonder and curiosity within him.

Upon reaching the massive door, Jagnar gathered his strength and unleashed a mighty kick, propelling it off its hinges. The door, a testament to its formidable size and weight, crashed to the floor with a resounding thud. A flicker of surprise crossed Jagnar's face, astonished by the ease with which he had dispatched the seemingly impenetrable barrier. His superhuman strength, a direct result of the doctor's experiments, had now become an undeniable reality.

The memory of the doctor's fate, the one who had been sent crashing through the walls, resurfaced in Jagnar's thoughts. A mix of awe and trepidation swirled within him, realizing the extent of the transformation that had taken place. 

The gravity of the doctor's actions weighed heavily on Jagnar's conscience. Countless children had lost their lives during these ruthless experiments, each sacrifice paving the way for his transformation. The identity of the mysterious backer behind the doctor's research remained unknown, adding another layer of intrigue to the unfolding events.

As Jagnar stepped beyond the threshold of the iron door, his path forward was met with a stark confrontation. Armed soldiers, their weapons at the ready, greeted him with a hail of bullets. The metallic rain enveloped him, but to their astonishment, Jagnar stood firm. Bullets struck his invulnerable body, only causing a slight stinging sensation. His gown, however, became riddled with holes, evidence of the barrage he had endured.

The soldiers ceased firing, their collective shock palpable in the air. The female doctor, who had issued the alert and ordered his demise, stared at Jagnar with disbelief etched upon her face. He stood before them, an embodiment of power and resilience, defying their attempts to control him. A smirk played at the corners of Jagnar's lips as he addressed the bewildered men.

"Ah! Man, that stings," he quipped, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and disdain. "No need for more bullets. It's rather annoying, that sensation of something crawling on my skin. Eww." The words dripped with newfound confidence, a testament to his unyielding strength and unshakable resolve.

Jagnar stood before the armed soldiers, unharmed. The soldiers, bewildered by the sight before them, had ceased firing. The female doctor, who had alerted the men to kill him, stared at Jagnar in utter disbelief. He was like an invincible being in every way, and their attempts to control him had failed.

The soldiers exchanged astonished glances, their weapons still aimed at him. Seeing that he was not attacking them, the female doctor, realizing the situation had taken an unexpected turn, stepped forward cautiously.

"Young man, please understand," she began, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"Our intentions were to harness your abilities and mould you into something exceptional. We believed we could create someone who could do greater good."

Jagnar regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "You mean control?" Do you think you can tame me? You have no idea what you've unleashed."

His eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity as he focused his gaze on the female doctor. At that moment, a surge of power emanated from him, causing the very air to crackle with energy. The soldiers took a step back, feeling an overwhelming presence in his presence.

"You and your accomplices may have toyed with the power of gods, but I am beyond your control," Jagnar declared, his voice resonating with an otherworldly timbre. "I will not be a pawn in your game."

As he spoke, his body began to radiate an aura of extraordinary strength and power. His eyes glowed with an intense blue light, and his hair fluttered as if moved by an unseen force.

The female doctor, overcome with a mix of fear and fascination, watched in awe as Jagnar's transformation unfolded. She realized the magnitude of what they had created, a being surpassing the limits of human capabilities.

With a sweeping motion of his hand, a gust of air rushed through the corridor, knocking the soldiers off their feet and sending them crashing to the floor. The doctor, overwhelmed by the force, was forcefully slammed against the wall, losing consciousness. Jagnar, now in complete control of his incredible powers, surveyed the scene before him.