Mutation 1

In his dimly lit office, Rick Dicker sat at his desk, surrounded by file cabinets filled with classified information. The faint hum of the city outside was disrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. Dicker reached for the receiver, knowing that an urgent call could only mean trouble.

The voice on the other end belonged to one of his colleagues, and it carried a sense of urgency that made Dicker worried. His colleague wasted no time getting to the point.

"Director Dicker, we've got an unusual situation," they began, their words hanging heavily in the air. "We've found a young boy, unconscious, with four spider-like legs growing from his back. It's like something out of a science fiction story."

Dicker's brows furrowed in concern as he listened to the astonishing report. This was no ordinary case, and he could sense that it required immediate attention and investigation.

"Secure the scene immediately," he ordered, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "And check if there are any witnesses. We need as much information as possible to make sense of this, I will go there now."

The agent acknowledged the instructions and promised to take swift action. Dicker hung up the phone, feeling the weight of the situation settle in.

Sigh~

"Looks like another super has been born huh."

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Rick Dicker's car came to a halt at the scene, its flashing lights mingling with the vibrant glow of police vehicles. With a sense of purpose, he stepped out of the car and approached the unfolding mystery.

As he drew closer, his eyes locked onto the unconscious young boy laying on the ambulance stretcher. He observed the bizarre scene with a furrowed brow. The young boy, who bore an uncanny resemblance to his friend, Derick Aka:Downburst, lay unconscious with spider-like legs extending from his back.

Dicker knew that time was of the essence, and the young boy needed immediate medical attention. With a firm and authoritative tone, he turned to the medical team at the scene.

"Get him to the NSA hospital," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate. "We need to determine what's happened here and ensure his well-being."

The medical team promptly went into action, securing the young man on the stretcher and preparing to transport him to the hospital. Dicker watched with a sense of urgency, knowing that the answers to this enigmatic situation lay within the walls of the medical facility

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In a hospital room, a boy around 15 years old was sleeping soundly.

He rustled on the bed. It looked like he already took a rest and might wake up soon.

Ace slowly opened his eyes, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

The sterile white walls of the hospital room coming into focus. The dull beeping of machines filled the air.

'Where am I, aren't I supposed to be in an alley?' Ace thought.

As he tried to sit up, he noticed a familiar face by his bedside.

Rick Dicker, a man who had always appeared out of place and a friend of his father, was there, calmly slicing apples. He looked up from his task, his warm smile putting Ace at ease.

"Good to see you're awake," Dicker said kindly. "I know this may be overwhelming, but you've gone through some remarkable changes, kid"

Ace blinked, struggling to understand what was happening. "Changes? What do you mean by that Uncle Rick?"

Dicker handed Ace a slice of apple and continued, "Ace, you see, someone saw you unconscious and with four spidery legs behind you in the alleyway. I'm here because the man who saw you reported it to the police, who then contacted the NSA."

Ace took the apple slice, a mix of confusion and doubt swirling within him.

"Spider legs?" Ace asked in confusion as he stir from the bed.

As he shifted on the bed, a strange sensation rippled through his body. He felt an odd pressure and warmth behind his back. Confused, he reached behind, and his eyes widened with astonishment as his fingertips brushed against something peculiar.

"What... What's happening?" he stammered, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and alarm.

Ace's confusion and amazement were palpable as he felt the four spider-like legs that had mysteriously extended from his back.

Dicker cleared his throat and, with a reassuring tone, he addressed Ace.

Ehem~

"Well that is the spider legs that I mention" Dicker began. "Do you remember anything about what happened, or how you came to have those spider-like legs?"

For a moment, he drew a blank. He doesn't want to say that it is about some system thingy that suddenly appeared in front of him. The silence hung in the air, but then, an answer came to him.

Ace made a trouble expression then said. "I... I don't remember much. It's all a blur."

Dicker looked at him for a couple of seconds then nodded, understanding that this was a lot for Ace to process right now. "That's okay. We're here to help you figure it out."

Just as they spoke, Ace eyes widened, and he seemed to feel a strange sensation. With a sense of wonder and disbelief, they both watched as the spider-like legs, which had once extended from his back, retracted back into his body.

'What the hell!! It fucking retracted!!' Ace thought in amazement.

Dicker's eyebrows shot up in astonishment, and he couldn't help but comment on the unfolding phenomenon. "It seems like your body has some remarkable abilities. Looks like you need to understand this fully and figure out what it means."