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Felix was happy, but suddenly, he heard a faint noise.

A normal person wouldn't notice it, but Felix wasn't normal.

He grabbed a Desert Eagle, checked the bullets, and listened carefully.

The sound came from the living room.

Slowly, he moved forward, his steps silent. But when he entered, he saw someone unexpected—Batman.

Felix lowered his gun. "Why are you here?"

Batman gestured toward the Batarang on the table.

Felix sighed. "I acted like an amateur," he admitted, lowering his weapon.

Batman's voice seemed shaky, or maybe it was just Felix's imagination.

"Felix Cainhurst, 16 years old, attends Gotham High, recently lost his family."

Batman's eyes were sharp as he continued.

"Let's take a look. Why does a kid your age want to become a mercenary?"

Felix respected Batman. This man had embraced his fear, which was why Felix had no intention of attacking him.

"Since when are career choices under investigation?" Felix asked, his tone indifferent.

Batman's voice remained neutral.

"I'm just curious. You haven't killed anyone yet, have you? I'm giving you a chance to join me. You clearly haven't crossed that line yet. You don't have the aura of a killer, but you're close to becoming one."

Felix's eyes widened for a moment before he frowned.

"Batman, what do you take me for? I'm ready, and I respect you, but there are things I don't agree with. The 'no-kill' rule doesn't apply to everyone."

Batman simply sighed and placed a hand on his face.

"I just hope you don't go down the wrong path. I have hope for you. But remember, if you do... we will face each other. Don't forget that."

Felix smirked. "Thanks, Bat. If you ever need help, I always accept gold coins."

Batman turned away, dropped a smoke bomb, and vanished.

Felix heard him leave. His sleep was gone. He checked the time—it was 2:30 AM.

The night was still dark.

Felix got up, walked to his father's wardrobe, and took out a suit. He then called a taxi and arrived at the Continental Hotel.

As he stepped inside, the atmosphere changed.

Everyone in the lobby stared at him.

Felix remained silent, pulled out a gold coin, and placed it on the reception desk.

"I want to join the High Table."

The receptionist was shocked. A kid this young holding a gold coin? But a payment was a payment. He was eligible.

Felix was given a piece of a key—his name and details were now in the records.

Then, he placed another gold coin on the counter.

"I want intel on Baba Yaga. His name is John Wick. Send it to me as a message."

The receptionist nearly lost his mind.

*Did this kid just ask about Baba Yaga? Did he have a death wish?*

Not just the receptionist—everyone was looking at Felix now.

*Who the hell is this fearless kid?*

As the request was being processed, someone placed a hand on Felix's shoulder.

Felix turned to look.

An older man stood beside him—someone important, someone who held authority in this place.

Without a word, Felix followed him. He had no weapons on him. Even if he did, no one would dare use them here.

The man led him into a secure office, styled in an old-fashioned manner.

The man sat on a couch and gestured for Felix to sit.

"Kid, do you know what you're getting yourself into? This isn't a tennis match."

Felix's expression remained serious. "I know exactly what I'm doing. At least tell me who I'm talking to."

"I'm the Adjudicator. That's all you need to know."

Felix kept his face neutral, but he knew this man was important.

"Call me Bloodhound. I assume you know what happened today?"

The Adjudicator noddedme "You're not Deathstroke's protégé, that much is clear. We know almost everything in this world. And yes, I knew you would come. You'll take your first job from me."

Felix nodded. "Let's talk business."

The Adjudicator walked to his desk and handed Felix a file.

Felix read the details.

Target: Prometheus

Reason: Attack on the Continental

Bounty: 20 gold coins (dead), 40 gold coins (alive), plus $10 million

It didn't matter if the target lived or died, but if brought in alive, he would be *theirs*.

Felix nodded.

"Will I be provided intel or equipment support?"

The Adjudicator smiled.

"Anyone who crosses us pays the price—no exceptions."

Felix smirked. "I'll take the gear now. As soon as I get intel, I move."

The Adjudicator extended his hand.

"Welcome to the family, Bloodhound."

Felix shook it. "Pleasure doing business."

After a brief conversation, Felix was taken to the equipment room.

He received the latest weapons and gadgets.

He stored them all in his *inventory*, unseen by anyone.

When his gear vanished, some people looked confused, but no one questioned him. Orders were orders—no one had the right to interrogate him here.

Felix finally left the hotel.

Back home, he checked the time. 7 AM.

He prepared for school, put on his uniform, and grabbed his bag.

In this world, the Justice League hadn't emerged yet.

As he entered school, everyone stared at him.

It irritated him.

These people had stayed silent when he was bullied.

Felix sighed and walked into class.

The moment he did, silence filled the room.

Then, his usual bully approached, grinning.

"What's wrong, loser? Did you lose your family? Hahaha, you really are a loser—you couldn't even keep them alive!"

Felix was pissed, but his face remained blank.

"Meet me after school."

The bully was surprised but smirked.

"Fine."

Felix ignored every lesson.

The teachers said nothing—they left him alone.

—**After School**—

Felix was the first to arrive.

The bully showed up with three others, all holding baseball bats.

Felix sighed. "An idiot remains an idiot. Follow me—too many eyes here."

The bully agreed.

They moved to a back alley.

"Now what? You're all alone. No cameras, no help."

Felix smirked.

"That's the good part."

Before the thug could react, Felix dodged a swing and kicked him in the head.

One guy aimed for Felix's legs, but Felix dodged, grabbed his shirt, and kneed him in the stomach—knocking him out.

The last thug dropped his bat and ran.

Only the bully remained.

Desperate, he pulled a knife and slashed at Felix's throat.

Felix caught his wrist and headbutted him.

The bully fell, his nose bleeding.

Felix pulled a combat knife from his back.

He straddled the bully, pressing the blade to his throat.

Felix smiled darkly. "Now, what will you do?"

The bully trembled. "Let me go! The Black Tiger gang won't forgive you!"

Felix scowled and punched him. The bully passed out.

Felix walked out of the alley.

He checked his phone.

The Continental had sent intel.

Prometheus is hiding in an abandoned Gotham dock.

No extra details.

Felix returned home, suited up in his Deathstroke armor, and equipped his Continental weapons.

He modified his suit—now with thermal vision and enhanced durability.

His bullets? Mostly armor-piercing.

Felix moved without hesitation.

—One Hour Later—

At the dock, he used a **grappling hook** to gain a vantage point.

Through thermal vision, he spotted Prometheus.

It was almost as if he was waiting.

Without hesitation, Felix took a Leap of Faith and landed near him.

Gun drawn, he fired at Prometheus's leg.

The villain dodged, rushing forward and slamming into Felix's chest.

Felix staggered but retaliated with a cursed energy punch to the head.

Prometheus wasn't expecting that.

But he recovered, drawing a knife.

He aimed for Felix's leg—only for the blade to fail against the armor.

Felix took his chance, grabbing Prometheus's knife and stabbing his shoulder.

Prometheus reached for his helmet's power—but Felix struck him first.

A blow to the neck—Prometheus collapsed.

Felix took out an anesthetic from his inventory and injected it into Prometheus' neck. This would keep him unconscious for the entire day.

Felix pulled out his phone and called the Adjudicator. "The job is done. Send a car. The target is alive and will remain unconscious all day."

The Adjudicator laughed. "As expected. The car is on its way."

Felix: "Understood."

Fifteen minutes later, the car arrived. Felix had already tied Prometheus up with ropes.

He gestured toward Prometheus, signaling the men to put him in the trunk.

With that, they returned to the hotel.

Felix stepped out of the car while it continued on its way. His weapons were already stored in his inventory.

Still clad in armor, he entered the hotel. The receptionist seemed to be expecting him and immediately led him to the Adjudicator.

As soon as Felix entered the office, the Adjudicator stood up, spreading his arms as if waiting for an embrace. "Bloodhound, your first job, and you nailed it! Hahaha! You captured a top-tier villain alive. Your reward is in the briefcase."

On the table, a briefcase was turned toward Felix. He opened it—inside were 40 gold coins neatly stacked, along with a bank card.

The Adjudicator chuckled. "There's 20 million dollars in the account. I gave you extra for bringing him in alive. I can't wait for your next job."

Felix smirked. "Pleasure doing business"

They shook hands before Felix left the office.

Right after, he entered the locker room and stored his armor in his inventory.

One of the best things about this hotel—no one asked questions.

Felix grabbed the black briefcase and walked out of the hotel.

Outside, he made his way home.

Once there, he checked his template status—since beating Prometheus, he had felt stronger. His body had grown taller, his muscles had become more defined, his face was starting to resemble Toji more, and his cursed energy had significantly increased.

[Template: Deathstroke 70%]

[Template: Agent 47 80%]

[Template: Toji Fushiguro 20%]

Felix smiled and drifted off to sleep.