Training

Michael didn't know what to do, so he resorted to the only thing he could for the moment—training. Locked in his room, he tirelessly practiced, using his skills repeatedly. Though they didn't yield much experience, it was better than nothing. Day and night, he worked hard to master his abilities, including his newly named White Devil—his Anti-Venom ability.

Over time, Michael began experimenting with White Devil in different forms. His dedication paid off, as he learned to manipulate the ability with greater precision. A month passed in this routine, and while his powers grew, Michael remained secluded, avoiding anyone.

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Meanwhile, Mia diligently investigated the circumstances surrounding Michael's disappearance. It didn't take long for her to uncover the culprit—Wilson Fisk, the now-deceased Kingpin of the underworld. She also discovered how Fisk had died at the hands of an unknown man, who not only defeated him but also freed all the slaves under Fisk's control. Among the freed individuals, she concluded that Michael must have been one of them, escaping alongside the others.

Her investigation revealed another shocking detail: Viper, had risen to power, taking Fisk's place as the new Kingpin. Mia reported all of this back to Rose, Michael's mother. Rose, despite her initial anger, decided to let it go for now, instructing Mia to instead focus on finding the mysterious man who had helped her son. "I'd like to thank him myself," Rose had said, her tone laced with something more dangerous than gratitude.

Mia nodded and continued her work, but she also kept an eye on Michael, suspecting he might know more than he was letting on.

Back in the family estate, Mia decided to assign two maids to Michael's service. Their duties were simple: bring him food, clean his room, and ensure his comfort. However, Michael's reaction was far from welcoming.

'How am I supposed to practice with them hovering around?' he thought in frustration after dismissing the maids. Yet, Mia refused to back down. Instead, she made sure the rooms near Michael's were occupied by the two maids, limiting his privacy further.

Despite the constant supervision, Mia maintained her distance. She ordered the maids to leave food at his door instead of serving him directly and ensured his clothes were washed and returned without interaction. Though her actions were subtle, her message was clear: she wasn't leaving Michael entirely to his own devices.

Michael, however, adapted. "At least they are no in my room." He thought to himself as he continued honing his abilities, 'Soon, it will be Ne York battle, And I don't intent to leave my life in Avengers hands' he thought as he continued to Train to master his current abilities.

Another month passed, and Michael finally stepped out of his room, stretching as he surveyed the hall. 'I can't advance anymore like this,' he thought. He had fully mastered his current abilities, but to grow further, he needed more than just isolated training. 'I need to level up and obtain new skills,' he decided, his gaze narrowing with determination.

Gesturing for one of the maids to approach, he studied her as she drew near. She was strikingly beautiful, with short violet hair and a professional demeanor. Behind her stood another maid, this one with long, flowing red hair and equally stunning features. Michael's lips twitched as he noticed their uncanny resemblance to characters from anime.

'Mia did this on purpose,' he thought, a mixture of amusement and exasperation flickering in his expression. He recalled a detail about the previous owner . 'The guy was addicted to anime… not that I'm complaining. I mean, I'm kind of a fan too, but this is just overkill.'

The maids stood poised, awaiting his instructions. Their voluminous figures and distinct appearances were almost distracting.

Clearing his throat, Michael muttered under his breath, 'Calm down, Mia. You've definitely outdone yourself.' Shaking his head to dispel the stray thoughts, he addressed them. "Prepare some outdoor clothes for me. I'll be heading out."

The violet-haired maid bowed slightly, her voice soft but confident. "As you wish, young master."

Michael turned to the other maid, who stood smiling at him with an air of mischief. "What's your name?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Nami," she replied sweetly, her tone playful.

Michael's lips twitched as he narrowed his eyes. "Your real name," he asked again, his voice firm.

The maid giggled lightly before nodding. "It's Lana Walker."

Michael sighed, rubbing his temple as he gestured toward the violet-haired maid. "And her?"

"Her name is Ella Ryder," Lana replied smoothly.

Michael nodded, glancing between the two of them before asking, "Why are you dressed like anime characters?" His tone was skeptical as he gestured vaguely at their outfits, which resembled stylized maid costumes from a fantasy anime.

Lana puffed out her chest confidently, a mischievous smile on her face. "Madam Mia said that after your kidnapping, you might be stressed and in need of some relaxation. So, she thought dressing us like this might… help you feel better." She said it all in one breath, her confidence unwavering, even as Michael's brow twitched in disbelief.

Michael stared at her, wondering where she got the boldness to speak so bluntly. Before he could say anything, Lana leaned forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with teasing amusement. "So, young master, do you find me attractive?" she asked coyly, her voice dripping with playful seduction as she subtly pushed her chest forward.

Michael gulped involuntarily, feeling his face heat up as he took an instinctive step back. He coughed awkwardly, waving his hand. "M-meet me tonight!" he stammered, trying to compose himself.

Lana smirked knowingly, straightening her posture. "Of course, young master." She gave him a small bow, her confidence unshaken.

Michael turned away, muttering under his breath. "If I reject her outright, people might question my preferences. Yes, this is purely to preserve my image… nothing else," he assured himself, as if he was convincing someone else.

Soon, Ella returned with clothes as he took them and then return to his room.

"Young master let us help you" Suddenly Lana said as Ella also looked at him eagerly.