Infinite - Volume 1

Chapter 13: We've Come To Collect

But the agent wasn't done. Recovering swiftly, he launched himself at Evan with frightening speed. Blow after blow exchanged, the force of their combat sending shockwaves through the sandy battlefield, grains of sand exploding into the air like mini explosions. Evan felt himself losing ground with every punch, struggling against the agent's relentless assault.

With a desperate move, Evan wrapped an arm around the agent's neck, locking him into a vice-like hold. The agent writhed, trying to break free, when suddenly, Evan felt a tug from behind, a void opening into a portal.

In an instant, Evan was yanked through, floating amid a cosmic expanse of stars and distant planets. Panic seized him as he gasped for breath, airlessness closing around him like a vice. He tried to cry out, to teleport back, but without air, his voice failed him. His vision blurred as he slowly suffocated.

"GAME OVER"

As Evan returned to the simulation room, Robot Buddy's words resonated in his mind. "I would recommend being able to breathe in space-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Evan interrupted, quickly adjusting, granting himself the ability to breathe and survive in any environment.

Over and over, the simulations tested him, failures piling up, each a hard-earned lesson. Evan continued to add capabilities, adapting from every mistake. Each iteration refined his approach, the desert battleground becoming a forge, shaping him into a warrior capable of overcoming any challenge. Through grit and determination, Evan honed himself, preparing to meet his adversary with newfound mastery and unwavering resolve.

With his newfound powers coursing through him-super strength, super speed, the ability to thrive in any climate, advanced movement reading, mastery over eighty fighting styles, and the capacity for instantaneous flight-Evan faced the agent once more, adrenaline surging in his veins.

As the agent unleashed his razor-sharp beams, Evan stood firm, his reflexes honed to perfection. He dodged the deadly projectiles with ease, sending them ricocheting back at the agent with deadly accuracy. Each beam that deflected off his fist felt like a personal triumph, electrifying his confidence.

The hand-to-hand combat escalated into a brutal dance, punches and kicks exchanged in a flurry of raw power. Evan leaned into each blow, his body weight becoming a weapon as he slipped past the agent's strikes, countering with fluid counterattacks. Every move was calculated, perfectly timed-a seamless blend of speed and strength. He felt the thrill of the fight, a symphony of instinct and training playing in concert as the agent's frustrated growls ignited Evan's determination.

But just as Evan was gaining the upper hand, the agent's eyes glinted with malice. He opened a swirling portal, a dark void that pulsed ominously with energy, attempting to suck Evan into the abyss of space. Evan sensed the danger instantly, his instincts screaming for him to act. He teleported behind the agent with a swift flicker, planting his feet firmly and launching a devastating roundhouse kick aimed straight at the agent's midsection.

The impact felt like a thunderclap as the agent was sent barreling into the portal. The air crackled with energy, and Evan watched as the vortex threatened to collapse inward, a black hole forming in its depths.

He hovered there, heart pounding, his eyes wide, his muscles coiled tight as he stayed aware of his surroundings. The moment felt electric, each heartbeat resonating like a war drum. "Is this it?" he thought, the anticipation swirling within him like the forces around the portal. "Have I really done it?" He could sense the uncertainty creeping in but pushed it aside, focusing instead on victory.

He waited, the silence deafening, anxiously searching the horizon for any sign of the agent's return. Seconds stretched into what felt like eternity, his heart racing faster than ever. Was he truly gone? Did he finally defeat his foe?