Chapter 5: Unreal Beauty and New Armor.

Viktor stood on the expansive balcony of his mansion, his gaze fixed on the dark waters of the ocean. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver light over the waves that crashed rhythmically against the cliffs below. His mansion, perched near Gotham's coast, was far enough from the chaos of the city to give him peace, but close enough for his influence to stretch deep into its underbelly. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of salt from the sea, and the sound of the party inside was muffled, like distant echoes.

Dressed in a sharp, dark green and black custom-made suit, Viktor looked every bit the powerful billionaire he had crafted himself to be. His suit jacket hung open, revealing a perfectly tailored vest and a tie in a deep emerald, the color of life under low light. His hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place, and his cool blue eyes, seemingly calm, held the calculating intensity of a man always thinks few steps ahead.

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he activated the System.

More than a year had passed since he'd first arrived in Gotham, and in that time, he had only gone out as Spider-Man sparingly. Once a month since his focus had been on building Frost Industries, the rapidly growing empire he had carefully crafted. He knew he was different from the Spider-Man of the Marvel Universe—he was not willing to sacrifice everything for the heroics. His survival, his rise to power, came first and for that he not only need allot of money but a name and authority as well.

But now, after the interview with Vicki Vale, his fame points had crossed the 3,000 mark. More than he had anticipated in less than two years. He had been waiting for this moment, for the chance to draw once more.

The familiar interface of the System appeared in front of him, glowing faintly against the night. The screen shifted, and the clouds within it parted, revealing a swirling storm. Meteors began to descend from the sky, each leaving a trail of light in their wake as they crashed down one by one. Ten meteors in total.

This was his second draw since arriving in Gotham.

The items began to appear before him, arranged in a neat list. Most were green-level it seems his first draw contain some kind of bonus since the items he got now where nothing special. He scanned the list quickly, his mind already working on how to best utilize each piece.

+ 1 Random Chitauri Equipment 

+ 1 Black Widows Black Body Suit.

+ 1 Random Chitauri Equipment 

+ 1 Random Chitauri Equipment 

+ 1 Case of Nord Mead 

+ 1 Random Chitauri Equipment 

+ 1 Random Chitauri Equipment 

+ 1 Chitauri Leviathan whole carcass.

+ 1 Peter Parkers Lost Shoe. 

+ 1 Jean Grey's headband. 

What the Black Widow's Body Suit? It really seals in the flavor, what the hell is this.

Doing his best to ignore that he checks the Chitauri items. Cybernetic enhancements, weapons, staff, energy orbs, and bombs the technology of a species once commanded by Thanos.

While the Chitauri were the weakest of his armies, they still possessed formidable tech. There's even a Chitauri Leviathan, an enormous biomechanical creature, would be particularly challenging to store, but Viktor had already thought ahead.

His underground lab, built within the natural caves beneath the mansion, was more than capable of handling such a large and intricate piece of alien carcass filled machinery. Walled with lead and reinforced by the toughest materials he could find, it was his private sanctuary—completely shielded from the prying eyes of Gotham and that Blue Blur. Easily made by manipulating contractors and wiping of their memory.

But there was more. Viktor made another twenty draws, and though many were white-rank items, he managed to collect additional pieces of technology from Dark Elves, Doom Bots and Ultron Drones. While none of these were complete and most were green-rank, they still held value in their component parts. The green-rank items were bits of weapons, armor, and tech—nothing whole, but enough to tinker with in his lab and create his own horde of robots.

Then, there was the blue-rank item. The Iron Man Mark XV Suit, codenamed "Sneaky." This suit was a rare piece of technology, part of Tony Stark's Iron Legion, and the first to specialize in stealth capabilities and the first one to receive a nick name.

Viktor's eyes gleamed as he examined the details. The suit was equipped with stealth features that used radar-absorbing materials, camouflaging technology, and principles common in stealth aircraft. It was nearly invisible to sensors and radar, and its dark blue chrome-colored coating could darken or lighten to blend into the environment.

Aside from its stealth capabilities, the Mark XV had all the standard features of Iron Man's previous suits. Superhuman strength, bulletproof durability, enhanced reflexes, repulsor technology for flight, and an arsenal of weapons. And, most importantly, it was powered by an Arc Reactor—a piece of technology Viktor had long coveted. The possibilities of reverse-engineering Stark's tech thrilled him.

Even with just this suit, Viktor knew he could easily clean up all of Gotham. But the aftermath, now that would be the real headache. Not only would the city's hidden rulers undo any progress he made, but his fame points would start to dwindle with fewer challenges left to farm.

Shaking off those thoughts, Viktor's excitement surged. He couldn't wait to study the device in detail, to unlock the secrets of the reactor, tear the machine apart, and craft something even greater from it. The items would remain in the system for now; he would extract them after the party. For the moment, he intended to simply enjoy himself.

As he closed the System interface, Viktor heard the soft click of heels approaching from behind. He turned slowly, sensing the presence behind him before he even saw her. His sharp blue eyes fell upon the woman who had stepped onto the balcony, and he felt an immediate jolt of interest.

The black dress she wore shimmered faintly in the moonlight, hugging her body in all the right places. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her figure, while the plunging neckline left just enough to the imagination. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in soft, glossy waves, and her lips, painted a deep, tempting red, curled into a knowing smile as she moved toward him.

The way she carried herself—graceful, confident, and with the quiet power of someone who knew how to own any space she entered—intrigued him. She was, by far, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

If his being honest she looks like Anne Hathaway, just more beautiful, more voluptuous. She has a face and body that can drive any man mad. Looking at her he was surprise, Viktor's knew she wasn't on the guest list and he doesn't need to read her mind for that.

"You throw quite the party," The woman purred, her voice smooth and sultry as she approached the balcony railing. She stopped beside him, her eyes sweeping over the moonlit ocean. "I've been wanting to meet you."

Viktor turned slightly toward her, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Have you now?" he replied, his tone playful yet cool. "May I know the name of this lovely lady?"

She smiled, her eyes glinting with playful mischief. "My, what a gentleman," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Selina Kyle," she said smoothly, extending her hand toward him. Her gaze locked onto his, unblinking and self-assured. Viktor's mind raced. Selina Kyle... That face, those looks... it got him thinking: Was he in some kind of movie version of the DC universe? Or perhaps a mix of both the comics and the films? He had done his research and to be honest he can't make head or tails on where he is. It's like a hot-podge of everything, a newbie author can throw at him.

But focusing back on Miss Kyle, he recalled the rumors circulating among Gotham's elite in hushed tones about a certain someone. Whispers of a mysterious burglar, one who only stole the rarest and most valuable items. While no one had figured out the thief's identity, Viktor was almost certain it was this woman. Still, he wasn't in the mood to spoil the fun... not yet.

Taking her hand, Viktor leaned in and kissed it lightly, his eyes never wavering from hers. "Viktor Frost," he replied, his voice as smooth as silk. "The pleasure is all mine."

Her lips curved into a sly smile. "Likewise."

They stood in silence for a moment, the sound of the party fading into the background as the cool ocean breeze brushed against them. Viktor studied her, intrigued by the quiet confidence she exuded, a mystery wrapped in a stunning package.

"What brings you to my little gathering, Miss Kyle?" Viktor asked, his curiosity showing through the otherwise casual tone.

"Curiosity," she said with a hint of amusement, leaning casually against the balcony. Her eyes drifted to the horizon, as if the ocean held the answer to some unspoken question. "I've been hearing quite a bit about you lately. It seems you're making waves in Gotham."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Is that so… I'll be honest miss Kyle, someone of your stature is bound to be popular within Gotham. But I haven't seen you around." He allowed a momentary pause, his smile growing. "And I tend to notice the most... interesting people."

Selina chuckled, the sound low and provocative. "Oh, I get around. I just prefer to keep my distance… until I decide otherwise."

There was a hint of something in her tone a subtle, teasing that Viktor found irresistible. He leaned against the railing, mirroring her stance. "I find it hard to believe someone like you could stay out of the spotlight for long," he remarked, gesturing toward the powerful guests milling about inside the party. "Beauty tends to attract attention."

Her eyes flicked back to him, gleaming with mischief. "It's more fun this way," she said softly. "You learn more about people when they don't know you're watching. Besides," she added with a smirk, "I'm sure you know a thing or two about it since you grew up in the streets of Gotham."

Viktor's smile widened, intrigued by her words. "I do, it's one of the reasons I made it," he replied, his voice low and measured. "But I wonder, Miss Kyle, what have you gathered so far?"

Selina's eyes gleamed with amusement as she leaned in slightly, her voice playful yet cutting. "Hmm… About you?" she said, her lips curving into a smirk. "You're intriguing, Viktor. You've built yourself quite the reputation—powerful, charming, and I can sense a certain hint of danger. But you don't give too much away, do you? You're like a puzzle, and I do love puzzles."

Viktor chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "A puzzle, am I?" His tone was teasing but carried an undercurrent of admiration. "I find that… refreshing."

Selina stepped closer, her movements smooth and deliberate, like a cat stalking its prey. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Maybe I'm still deciding," she whispered, her voice laced with playful mystery.

The space between them grew smaller, the air thick with tension, both of them playing the game they each seemed to enjoy far too much. Neither willing to give too much away, but both clearly intrigued by the other.

Breaking the Ice, Selina asked "Care for a dance?", her voice suddenly light, teasing.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Lead the way."

They moved back inside, toward the grand ballroom where soft, elegant music filled the air. The room was bathed in warm golden light, with chandeliers casting delicate shadows over the polished floor. Guests, dressed in their finest, swayed to the slow rhythm, but as Viktor and Selina stepped onto the floor, the eyes of the room turned toward them.

Selina slid into his arms with an effortless grace, her body pressed lightly against his as they began to dance. Viktor's hand rested on her waist, guiding her across the floor with smooth, practiced movements. The two of them moved in perfect harmony, their steps fluid and synchronized.

She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling. "You're quite the dancer," she remarked, her voice light but with a touch of flirtation.

Viktor smiled down at her, his gaze intense. "I've had practice," he said smoothly, but in truth he have gathered skills from people of high talent, copying their skills through his telepathic ability, no one was spared to his ordeal and thirst for knowledge. "Though you seem quite comfortable in the spotlight for someone who prefers to stay anonymous as you put it."

Selina's smile widened, and she leaned in just slightly, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "Maybe I don't mind the attention tonight."

Viktor's eyes flicked down to hers, catching the playful glint in her gaze. He was aware of the room's eyes on them, but at that moment, it didn't matter. Selina Kyle was more entertaining compared to a mindless broad he can manipulate and certainly have peak his interest, Viktor knew this was just the beginning of whatever game she was playing.

"And what kind of attention are you after?" Viktor asked quietly, his voice low and smooth.

Selina's smile never faltered. "That's for me to know," she whispered back, her eyes locking with his, "and for you to find out."

As they danced, Viktor couldn't shake the feeling that this woman was after something in his house hold, but he didn't care, even if he lost a few Jewels or two tonight, it was certainly rewarding to dance with the most beautiful person he has ever seen and maybe even more.

Time passed and the party is now over, Viktor stood on the balcony for a moment, watching the night sky, thinking about Selina Kyle. She had vanished into the night, slipping away like a shadow. He was certain she was behind the theft of the cat-shaped jewel idol—a symbol of her playful audacity. Everything else in the mansion, including gold bars and valuable items, remained untouched. She had only taken the idol, as if to toy with him. He could have captured her, but what would be the fun in that? The game had just begun and he always return the favor ten-fold if not more.

A smirk played on his lips as he turned, his steps leading him toward the grand library of his mansion. The heavy wooden doors opened silently as he walked through the vast space. The walls were lined with towering shelves, each filled with rare books and ancient scrolls pieces of history, science, and arcane knowledge he got no clue of how they work. Although ancient he does not know if their real. The soft glow of vintage lamps cast a warm light over the dark oak floors, and the faint smell of leather-bound tomes filled the air.

But Viktor wasn't interested in the library tonight. He moved to the far side of the room, where a hidden door to his personal study was concealed behind an ornate bookshelf. With a firm push, the shelf slid open, revealing a sleek, minimalist study beyond.

Cliché of a secret room, old fashioned you can call him, but he loves the rustic old style and ways. But compared to the rest of the house, the study is adorned with modern equipment and furniture, the walls were lined with various monitors, and a large metallic desk sat at the center, cluttered with schematics and data projections from his various projects and future business ventures.

He approached the desk, and with a few precise taps on a concealed panel, a small device slid out from the surface. It began to hum softly, scanning his palm before projecting a light upward, scanning his face and retina.

"With great power comes no accountability. I can go anywhere and take anything," Viktor said in cold whisper. His voice was calm but carried a weight of control.

The device beeped in acknowledgment, and suddenly, the chair he was sitting in locked him into place with a firm but comfortable seatbelt. A swooshing sound filled the room as the platform beneath the chair began to descend rapidly. Viktor leaned back, enjoying the familiar rush as the seat moved down a hidden shaft, the walls illuminated by blue and white lights that flashed rhythmically as he descended.

"Transportation operation online," announced a mechanical voice over the faint thrum of techno music it was the Red Line OST, Yellow Line which he composed as it doesn't seem to exist yet. It was a voice and background music he had customized for his lab when his going in it, as they say, a little flare never hurt.

Moments later, the platform came to a smooth stop with a soft hiss as the music faded. The chair disengaged, and Viktor found himself in the heart of his underground lab. The facility was a fortress, equipped with his own custom security system, boasting every conceivable type of sensor. Motion detectors triggered traps that would flood the area with beams of red sun radiation, while the floors were designed to become so slippery that even speedsters would lose control. The lab was fortified with an array of defenses, tailored not only for the Justice League but their rogues as well a yellow-hued lights to neutralize certain threats and flamethrowers ready to engage anyone who dared intrude.

The space was massive, sprawling beneath the mansion like an underground hive fortress. White tiles covered the floors and walls, giving it a sterile, futuristic appearance. State-of-the-art equipment filled the room, some of it custom-built, far beyond anything available on the market.

The lab was filled with workstations for various projects like advanced computers, robotic arms, and specialized machinery designed for high-level engineering. There were fabrication units, 3D printers capable of working with exotic alloys, and even containment fields for volatile materials. Viktor had knowledge far beyond the ordinary. He had used his telepathic ability to gained knowledge and technologies from the Scientist of S.T.A.R. Labs, Wayne Tech, and other notable Companies. His lab was arguably one of the most advanced on Earth unless those with alien technology, but that will change soon enough.

At one side of the room, a glass display case showcased his earlier work. His first exosuit, the one he had crafted from salvaged junk parts. It was rough but functional, a testament to Thinker's ability. Next to it stood the suit he wore in his current operations, a sleeker, more refined version, made from better materials, incorporating lessons learned from countless nights spent tinkering.

Viktor turned his attention to the center of the lab, where he waved his hand casually. In an instant, various items materialized before him, neatly sorted into organized sections. Chitauri weapons and cybernetic parts shimmered into existence alongside pieces of Doom Bots and Ultron Drones. The most impressive item was the massive and complete form of the Chitauri Leviathan, it appeared sprawled across the floor, just as it had been during the battle in New York. The monstrous, biomechanical creature was a marvel of alien engineering, a combination of organic and mechanical systems interwoven with terrifying precision, though it's dead you can feel how intricately woven this creature is. As to preserve the creature he made sure to regulate the temperature around it and sealed it for now.

But it was the sleek, dark blue chrome and silver Iron Man Mark XV suit that truly captivated him. It stood on a raised platform, its angular design gleaming under the bright lab lights. The arc reactor at its center glowed faintly, humming with untapped potential. Viktor approached it, his eyes narrowing as he examined the suit up close. The Mark XV, codenamed "Sneaky," was known for its stealth capabilities, integrating advanced anti-detection technologies and color-changing materials to blend into its surroundings. But Viktor's interest went beyond its stealth—he wanted to understand its power source.

He removed the arc reactor from the chest of the suit and placed it on the table. The reactor hummed softly, a beacon of almost limitless energy. Tony Stark had perfected this device, a miniature nuclear reactor that could power not just the suit, but entire cities. Viktor estimated it generated approximately 15-20 gigajoules per second, which meant it could theoretically power a large city for hours on end with minimal strain. But for Viktor, replication wasn't enough. He wanted to improve it.

Over the next few hours, he worked tirelessly, modifying the reactor's internal structure. He optimized the cycling process, allowing the energy to flow more efficiently, increasing its output by nearly 20%. Now, it could generate even more power around 18-24 gigajoules. A small improvement but still an one he can be proud off, the thought of such power in his hands brought a smile to his face.

After doing this he even made three more with practice and repetitive action he was able to speed up the process of making the Arc Reactor, one of them will be use to powerup the Lab as he can't have it consuming loads of power by 'borrowing' from the electric grid the rest will be for something special.

Next, he turned his attention to the suit itself. The Mark XV fascinated him. The armor's sleek design, its lightweight yet durable construction, and the advanced repulsor technology built into the rest of its body. The repulsors could deliver concentrated blasts of energy, powerful enough to level buildings or punch through tanks. Viktor studied their design, merging them with his own shocker gauntlets, creating a hybrid weapon system that combined sonic blasts with high-energy repulsor technology. The result was devastating.

With the knowledge he gained from Stark's suit, Viktor turned to the Doom Bots and Ultron Drone parts. Though some of the parts are inferior or on par in comparison to the Iron Man suit, he could still use the components. He reassembled a fully functional Doom Bot and Ultron Drone, powering both with arc reactors he had replicated. He'll be sure to upgrade them later or maybe combine both tech into something new, but for now he has something more to tend to.

Lastly, he studied the Dark Elf equipment. Unlike the Chitauri tech, which was crude but functional, the Dark Elf technology was elegant and mysterious, far beyond anything humans had developed. Its materials were otherworldly, defying standard laws of physics, and its energy systems were unlike anything Viktor had ever seen you can even say it might be comparable to uru.

The metal itself is nearly indestructible and appears to be adaptive when tested in different scenario. The stealth and cloaking technology of the Dark Elf are argurably top notch, he could even brag that no one in this world can probably see through it, well not yet atleast.

It opened his mind to new possibilities, and with the knowledge he had amassed, Viktor knew he was on the brink of something extraordinary something never seen in this world.

Over the next few days, Viktor worked tirelessly, not stopping for food or sleep. In his diamond form, he felt no fatigue or hunger, allowing him to push through, completely focused. His mind raced with ideas as he built, piece by piece, a new suit. One unlike anything ever seen on Earth.

Days had passed since Viktor had taken time to rest. Now, in his human form, dressed in casual yet undeniably expensive clothes, he stood before his greatest creation.

Positioned on a circular platform before him was the armor is his masterpiece. A marvel of engineering, it combined the most advanced elements of Stark's technology he was able to get from the armor, with the alien metal and Dark Elf technology, all enhanced thanks to the Tinkerer's genius. The design was menacing, sleek black and white with jagged red accents running along the limbs, giving it a striking, lethal appearance.

In the center of the armor, the Arc Reactor. Unlike the usual blue glow which is powered by palladium, the reactor pulsed with a deep, crimson energy, thanks to the alien materials used in its construction and powering it.

The helmet, reminiscent of Kamen Rider, featured red, insect-like compound eyes that moved with an eerie sense of life. A red spider emblem was etched into the chest plate, mirroring the menacing design of Venom's symbol. On the back, four spider-like legs extended—razor-sharp, capable of slicing through steel, and able to function as extra limbs.

As Viktor approached the raised platform where his armor stood, the panels on the suit shifted with a low, mechanical hum, as if coming to life at his presence. The black-and-white metal opened up, revealing the interior of the suit like a shell welcoming its host. With fluid motion, Viktor stepped forward, and the armor began to close around him, piece by piece. The sleek panels snapped into place, encasing his limbs and torso with precision. He felt the cold metal secure itself around his body, locking with a satisfying click.

The Arc Reactor at the center of the suit pulsed to life, its dark crimson glow radiating through the chest in the unmistakable shape of a spider, spreading lines of energy along the suit's surface.

As the final part of the suit came together, the helmet automatically shifted into position. Panels from the back and sides of the neck rose, seamlessly locking into place around his head. The moment the helmet sealed, the red, insect-like eyes flickered to life, glowing with an ominous intensity. The internal HUD illuminated, filling his vision with a detailed readout of the suit's systems.

The soft hum of machinery filled the air, and Viktor grinned as he gazed at his reflection, the menacing red eyes of the helmet blinking to life, completing the transformation. He was ready.

As Viktor looked at his reflection in the glass of the lab, he couldn't help but grin. This suit was more than just an upgrade it would be his new moniker to this world.