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There was a strange silence among those present. The story Allen told bordered on fantasy, even for a Shinigami originating in a spiritual world.

"Honestly, I was expecting something like that..." Yoruichi said, lightening the mood.

Nanao remained quiet after hearing the whole story, her eyes hidden by the reflection on her glasses. "I was expecting you to say something absurd, like that you're an alien..."

Rangiku grinned mischievously as she draped her arm over Nanao's shoulders. "Nanao-chan, technically he is if he's not from this Earth. And doesn't it bother you that he has a harem?"

Nanao adjusted her glasses. "Please step back. Allen-kun and I don't have that kind of relationship."

"You say that after wearing his pajamas? Ugh!"

Rangiku's words were cut off by Nanao elbowing her in the stomach.

"Ara~ I'm quite interested in meeting those women," Unohana said, surrounded by a dark aura that frightened Isane, causing her to bolt from the couch. Allen remained calm. While it was surprising for Unohana to learn he had relationships beyond this world, she had already met the dolls, whose bond with him was clearly more than that of master and servant.

Rukia clenched her hands, her face flushed with frustration and the desire to confront Allen. However, recalling all the trouble she'd caused, she held herself back.

Allen got up from his chair as Yoruichi, who was behind him, let him go, then walked until he was in front of Rukia, leaning down with an amused look in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Rukia-chan? Are you jealous?~ That's right, I deceived you. I'm not just a clueless young man wandering this world; I'm a shameless traveler."

"Exactly!"

Allen interrupted her. "But you're the one who sought me out, the one who gave me your powers, the one who seduced me to the point of fighting the entire spiritual world for you. That was all you, haha."

"..."

Embarrassed, Rukia couldn't refute him. Allen had come to this world and, without knowing why, had been dragged into countless problems beyond his will. Rukia had approached him on her own.

"How irrational!"

Rukia complained, frustrated. But Allen smiled broadly and declared loudly, "Of course I'm irrational! How else could I exist? I'm irrational, selfish, kind, a bastard, good sometimes, evil sometimes, full of contradictions. I'm a womanizer and possessive, arrogant, and humble. What else can I do but be irrational? I'm a guy living a strange life across the multiverse."

Allen knelt after delivering the most shameless speech ever, leaving Rukia and the other women stunned—except for Angelica, who smiled, and the dolls, who were already used to him.

Looking into Rukia's eyes, he took her hand. "And yet, I dare to ask you not to give up on me. Because aside from that 'small' detail, I'm the man who will make you happiest."

Rukia turned red to the point of steaming. Someone like Allen couldn't exist in a shonen world—or any other world. Beyond being irrational and a womanizer, Allen had subtly lost a screw or two. Considering how often monsters and malevolent beings tried to kill him, it was natural for him to lose some of his rationality.

"You are unfair..." Rukia averted her gaze but did not withdraw her hand.

"Of course... but I won't let you down." Allen tightened his grip on Rukia's hand.

The women exchanged glances and opened their system screens. They didn't have to decide right now. They could join him on this long journey and see if Allen was truly the man of their lives.

Unohana stood up. Allen let go of Rukia's hand, smiling before rising to meet Unohana face-to-face.

"I just betrayed my homeland. I have nowhere to go. You've already tricked me into following you; I don't need time to think~"

Allen pulled Unohana into his arms. Her soft, warm body leaned into his, completely enveloped by him. Despite her imposing aura, Unohana wasn't physically tall, making her seem smaller in Allen's embrace.

"It's true. In your case, you're practically my wife already. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry~"

"Awawawa!" Isane fainted again after witnessing this.

Allen fixed his eyes on the taller, timid girl from Bleach. Her loyalty to Unohana was so unwavering that she hadn't hesitated to leave the Seireitei with her.

"By the way, what should we do with Isane? If you still want, I can say we kidnapped her and let her go."

"Ara, ara~ Isane comes as part of the package. Don't worry about her. She's too easy prey for you~"

"You hand your disciple to the wolf too easily, don't you?" Yoruichi teased.

"Ara, you're not one to talk~"

"Hm?"

Allen remembered he hadn't told Yoruichi that he had Soifon in his inventory. He didn't plan on taking her out of this world, but having a permanent maid at the house wouldn't hurt. Given that this house would serve as his base and connect to his other properties, it was quite convenient.

...

"Hahahahaha!" Yoruichi laughed like never before upon hearing that Soifon had been kidnapped to become a maid. Then she bit Allen's ear while ignoring the fact that Unohana was still in his arms. "You're worse than I thought—a complete womanizer~. A harem king? Planning to build a city with your children or what?~"

Yoruichi considered herself shameless, but compared to Allen, she paled in comparison. Of course, Allen used to be more gentlemanly, but he'd become a bit wicked and malevolent after embracing his inner self, so to speak.

Someone once said that all humans hide their deepest desires behind a mask. Void had always been a representation of that. Of course, the kind and chivalrous Allen was real, too, a product of a good upbringing and his own nature.

Allen let the women familiarize themselves with the house and assigned them rooms. Since there were quite a few of them, Allen altered the interior space of the house to make it larger, using fragments. With those, he gave each woman her own room, including Nanao, who seemed to have orders to stay as some sort of spy, and Rangiku, who stayed voluntarily to support Nanao.

Allen, eating a pastry, looked at the pair. "Is it okay for you to tell me you're spies?"

Nanao adjusted her glasses, embarrassed.

Rangiku laughed mockingly, covering her mouth. "Kujjuju, she thinks that by being honest, she might have a chance of making you like her in the future. Argh!"

Nanao punched Rangiku in the stomach to silence her.

...

In the afternoon, Allen took the time to speak with Gwen, MJ, Felicia, Natasha, Diana, Annie, and Tearju, who were available, to let them know he'd be returning soon and to ask them to inform the others that he was okay.

As for the question about his change, he didn't know how to respond.

"I... I feel like myself..."

It was a vague answer but Allen remembered his every action, they were as clear as an undisturbed lake, all his decisions were conscious, from his fights to his shamelessness, and yet he felt no anomaly, as if he was controlled or whatever, the system didn't notice any of that either, Allen is Allen to the core.

"Don't worry, it's me and no one else..." Allen smiled kindly and warmly as he usually does with his lovers.

Gwen looked at him through the screen with relief and a smile. "Then it's fine~"

MJ laughed. "Hehe, I was worried Void might have possessed you, but it doesn't seem like it."

Natasha gazed at Allen lovingly. "No matter how you change or what you decide, I'll accept it."

Diana nodded. "As long as Allen is still Allen, we're good."

Tearju/Mystique also sighed with relief. "I've seen people lose their minds to their powers. I was worried something similar might happen to you."

Annie smiled serenely. "I had faith you'd overcome any difficulty~"

"Thank you... I'm glad I have your trust."

"And what's next, Mr. Walker?~" Gwen folded her arms

"I'll spend a few more days in this world while I take care of everything. I can't abandon my 'kingdom' without a word, and I can't just leave the Kurosaki house like it's nothing. There's also the matter of school, and I need to notify a few people about my absence."

The women understood and said nothing more. Allen spoke with them for a long time.

(A/N: What happened during those days will be included as flashbacks in future chapters. For now, let's return to Marvel with 'Evil Mode Allen.')

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(At some point in the past)

On a cold metal table, bound by his wrists and ankles, lay a muscular man. This man, who should inspire fear just by being seen, was breathing heavily, his eyes darting around frantically.

"Relax, Aleksei. This process is normal..."

The cold voice of a scientist speaking through reinforced glass only made him more nervous. Life doesn't always smile on everyone, and this was especially true for Aleksei Sytsevich. Originally from Russia, his destiny brought him to the "land of freedom" in search of better opportunities. However, lacking skills and education, he had been unable to secure a decent job.

'It's okay, Aleksei. This is nothing. You can do it!'

The man on the metal table kept repeating to himself that everything would turn out fine, but that illusion was quickly shattered.

"Begin..."

The cold command was given. A mechanical sound emanated from the walls as a hose with a massive needle descended. Aleksei stared at it in fear but showed no signs of resistance.

The needle lowered toward his neck, and Aleksei couldn't take it anymore.

"This is bullshit! I don't want this! Take your money back and let me go!"

"Sorry, but you signed a contract..."

In U.S. law, immigration status does not invalidate contracts, so the agreement Aleksei signed was legally binding. However, the process requires specific disclosure. Simply stating, "We have a job that involves participating in an experiment for a high salary," doesn't qualify as an adequate explanation.

Aleksei struggled against his restraints, but it was too late. The needle pierced his skin, and he screamed.

"AHHHHHH!"

His body felt as though it were being burned alive with tar. His muscles tensed and tore, and he felt his skin being pierced and stripped away.

"Hang in there, Aleksei..."

The scientist's indifferent words fueled Aleksei's hatred, even amid his excruciating pain.

"YOU BASTARDS!"

After several agonizing minutes, the pain began to subside.

"Incredible. We've got a subject capable of surviving the experiment... Bring the suit!"

Aleksei wanted to scream and curse them all, but he had no strength left. He watched through a haze of unconsciousness and delirium as they brought in a massive gray suit resembling a rhinoceros.

"What is that..."

A man in a lab coat approached and patted Aleksei's head. His touch was as cold as metal and as unpleasant as steel wool.

"Don't worry... Once this is over, you'll get your money and a job as a special agent for us. Aleksei... no, Rhino."

Aleksei trembled but was powerless to stop them from fitting him into the suit. It would fuse with his body, becoming something he would come to despise.

...

(In the present)

It was an ordinary day in New York City if such a thing exists. The reality is that the state of New York, with Manhattan at its center, has become the preferred playground for those looking to commit crimes using superpowers, magic, mutant abilities, or mystical, cosmic, or advanced technological artifacts. As such, tranquility is a rare commodity here.

(Chase Bank: 270 Park Avenue, Manhattan, New York, NY 10172.)

This area of Manhattan is bustling with activity, so any disruption here could result in numerous casualties. Not that criminals cared.

*Crack*

A thick concrete and steel-reinforced wall exploded, sending debris flying in all directions. Chunks of concrete and glass struck nearby buildings, vehicles, and pedestrians. Screams filled the air as chaos erupted.

Amidst the confusion, some bystanders froze in shock at the sight of a giant rhinoceros breaking through a wall of the bank. But this wasn't a real rhinoceros. It walked on two legs and had a human face—an experimental creation.

Such occurrences are more common than many think, at least in the past century. But in recent years, the frequency has intensified, reminiscent of the space race or the race to build the atomic bomb, as if governments and criminal organizations were competing to create the most monsters and superhumans.

Aleksei, now Rhino carried two large sacks stuffed with cash and walked toward a van where two accomplices awaited him.

Rhino possessed immense strength, and his armor protected him from bullets and explosions. But for every criminal wreaking havoc, there were always heroes ready to stop them.

"Hurry, drive! Before the spiders or Avengers show up!"

The passenger urged the driver nervously, but Rhino growled in irritation, reached through the window, grabbed the man's head, and crushed it. This action caused those who had not yet escaped to run in fear.

"AHHH!"

"Shut up and drive, or I'll rip your head off too..."

Rhino had immense power, but his armor was also his eternal punishment—it couldn't be removed. Unlike Hulk's transformations, there was no going back. Don't ask how he eats, sleeps, or handles other necessities.

Rhino climbed into the back of the van with unsettling calm, causing it to sag under his weight. The driver floored the gas pedal, but the vehicle didn't move.

"Why aren't we moving? Do you want me to kill you?!"

"No! Sorry, but it won't budge!"

The tires screeched against the asphalt, creating smoke, but the van remained stationary.

"It hasn't even been two seconds and someone wants to kill me... home sweet home..."

Standing in front of the vehicle was a figure, calmly resting their hand on the hood, preventing it from moving. The driver finally noticed the cause of the anomaly.

Allen looked at the driver irritably, "You have half a second to stop accelerating or I'll make mincemeat out of you..."

"It's him..."

Rhino tore through the van's cabin in a fit of rage, his grotesquely muscular body marked with gray veins.

"GRRRRAHHH!"

A blend of madness and fury. Like a mindless beast, he charged at the monster to his life.

Allen watched Rhino approach, his interest piqued. "..."

Allen's fist connected lightly with Rhino, but the impact sent him flying. The street was obliterated, and vehicles were hurled into the air.

"AAARRRRGH!"

Rhino felt the immense power before the pain hit. He was thrown crashing into a cargo truck, which crumpled like paper. After a few seconds, Rhino pushed the metal aside and emerged, kneeling and coughing up blood.

"WHAT?!"

Rhino was strong enough to face Hulk, yet he was being overpowered by a single punch.

Allen appeared in front of him again and struck him in the face, shattering his teeth and forcing him back. A second blow broke his nose.

By this point, the civilians had fled the area, leaving behind a scene where every punch shattered windows and caused shockwaves.

Rhino, driven by rage, threw a punch, but Allen caught it and twisted, breaking his wrist effortlessly.

"AAAAARGH, YOU BASTARD!"

"..."

Allen's eyes showed no pity. How could they? If he hadn't been strong, Rhino would have pulverized him the moment he attacked. This was the consequence of choosing the wrong opponent.

For the first time, fear replaced fury in Rhino's eyes. The power he had sacrificed his dignity for was utterly useless against the man before him.

"What's wrong? You looked pretty much like a homicidal madman a moment ago… Don't tell me your conscience cricket suddenly showed up. It always shows up when criminals realize they are f*cked.."

"DIE!"

Rhino clasped his hands together and struck downward like a hammer. The blow shattered the ground and made him fall into the subway tunnel. Among the dust and debris, Rhino got to his feet and noticed a light behind him; it was a train.

Rhino braced himself for the oncoming subway train. He had every intention of tearing up the subway with his armored body.

"GRRRRAHHH!"

"Shut up!"

Allen delivered an uppercut that sent Rhino soaring into the air, breaking his jaw in the process. He then appeared above Rhino and kicked him in the shoulder, fracturing his collarbone and sending him hurtling toward the ground like a meteor. Before Rhino could crash, Allen intercepted him once more, driving his fist into Rhino's stomach.

Rhino doubled over, his eyes bulging out of their sockets as he vomited blood. Allen let him fall to the ground without sparing him another glance.

The entire avenue was destroyed, but there were no further casualties beyond the two men; Rhino's victims and Rhino himself, who was now on the verge of death. There were also some injured by debris from Rhino's escape but they had already fled.

"I need to get home..."

At that moment, a news helicopter appeared in the air, its camera pointed squarely at Allen. Having been absent from public view since his last stream, no one knew where he had been or how he'd arrived, but now his return was confirmed. However, there was something noticeably different about him. He bore the same appearance he'd had during his last stream—the appearance of Void.

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"Allen Walker has returned. I repeat Allen Walker has returned, and his first act was to destroy an entire avenue. Classic bastard!"

J. Jonah Jameson leaned back in his chair, watching the news feed and preparing his next front-page headline.

"Mr. Jameson, he was stopping a supervillain," a man of color, Robbie Robertson, quickly justified Allen's actions to the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle.

"Who is now half-dead thanks to him! What do you say to that, Robbie?!"

Robbie Robertson was always the voice of reason who tried to be fair to others. Jameson often made both villains and heroes look bad; he abhors this tendency to go out on the streets in superhero and supervillain costumes to use powers to destroy the city.

"Yes, of course, but to be honest, if he wanted to kill him, he would have done it with one punch," Robbie continued.

Jameson paused, then smiled, "Got it - Allen Walker reveals his sadistic nature, the man who enjoys making his enemies suffer! - "

Robbie sighed; however, at this point, changing Jameson's mind was impossible. Besides Allen looked less friendly, and as Jameson said, Allen's actions spoke for him.

Allen was tired of having to watch his every step; it was too exhausting to hold back. Rhino tried to kill him mercilessly, and of course, he wasn't going to let him go for fear of criticism.

Let them scream monster all they want! He's back and a few bad comments on the net wouldn't change that.