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The Mauler Twins – two supervillains who were not really twins. Originally, there was just one of them, a mad genius scientist who grew tired of dealing with "inferior beings" and cloned himself to have someone to debate his ideas with. Soon, he regretted it, as the clone decided to be just like him and ended up declaring that he was the original. This happened so many times that by now, neither of them knew who the original was.

Allen opened the door of a large armored truck and threw the remaining Mauler inside. He was tied up with special alloy cables on his hands and legs.

"Ahh! Wait, what are you doing?! I already paid you!!"

Allen, who was about to close the door, gave Mauler had already forgotten it, "Yeah... you did..." Allen shut the armored truck door.

"Wait, you traitor rat! Outrageous scammer! I even gave you my pension fund!"

Allen opened the door again, his brow furrowed. "Scammer? Traitor? What kind of slander is that…?"

Allen threw another fine at Mauler.

[Fine: $30,000 for emotional damage, $10,000 for disturbing the peace, $500 for being a motherf*cker]

Mauler was so angry he almost cracked his teeth. 'You heartless bloodsucking harpy, how can you suffer emotional damage?!'. To top it off, the bastard added five hundred just because.

"How the hell does five hundred for being a motherf*cker work?! That's not even a crime!"

Allen watched Mauler as everything fell silent. It was a terrifying silence. Sensing what was coming, the system simply transmitted images of the truck from the outside.

Allen climbed into the truck...

"Wait, what are you going to do?! AHHH AHHH AHHH!!! HELP!!!"

The truck shook as the sounds of bones breaking and Mauler screams. The Chat fell silent only able to imagine what Allen was doing to Mauler.

...

On the other hand, there were also local cameras that transmitted this to the director of the Global Defense Agency (GDA), Cecil Stedman, and the President of the United States. Both were in the GDA's monitoring room.

Cecil had a bead of sweat on his forehead but forced a smile. "What do you think, Mr. President?"

Unlike people like Nicky Fury or Amanda Waller, Cecil had the authority to make all sorts of decisions without consulting anyone, of course, in the interest of protecting the world from all kinds of threats, and believe me, there were many. But granting a man the power to intervene in legislative and judicial matters was the most absurd thing they had ever heard.

However, the situation was dire. Omni-Man turned out to be a terrifying threat. He alone wiped out the Guardians of the Globe, those who had saved the world countless times. Likely, that man was always working against them from the start. Now they had to assess whether the beautiful story of Viltrum being the cradle of peace was just a load of crap. If so, are all Viltrumites like Omni-Man?

Just the thought made any trace of resilience toward something as insignificant as granting power to a man seem not such a bad idea.

"Do whatever you want, Cecil..." President Clinton turned around and left the room with his entourage.

"Thank you... Mr. President..." Cecil rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit tired. He hadn't expected much from Allen. But seeing him defeat the Mauler twins with ease made him reconsider the usefulness of his mysterious guest from another world.

Allen was the perfect wildcard. He didn't belong to this world, so he wasn't swayed by good or evil. He could make decisions from outside the conflicts. Cecil didn't know why he decided to trust Allen, but when he found him, he was standing with Omni-Man lying unconscious on the floor. That image gave Cecil a strange feeling.

...

Allen came down from the armored truck, taking the last bit of money from Mauler's wallet, and tossed it in his face. Allen's clothes were still pristine, but the inside of the armored truck was stained with red, and poor Mauler was curled up in a corner, trembling.

"It wasn't that hard, was it?" Allen glanced at the dead twin in the distance. "If only the other one had been more patient."

"He was a clone... I'll make another one," Mauler said, dejected.

Allen raised an eyebrow. "Hey..."

Mauler trembled and looked up at him in fear. "What?"

Allen shrugged. "You know, if you had created some useful invention and sold it, you wouldn't have had to do illegal stuff to get money. You could have secluded yourself on an island or founded a small independent country somewhere in Europe and done all the experiments you wanted."

"Wh-what?" Mauler's eyes widened in disbelief.

Allen mocked him, "What a genius…"

The door slammed shut, leaving Mauler dazed.

Rebecca – "I'm confused, is this guy a genius or not?"

Makima – "Intelligence is complicated... sometimes you can be smart in some areas and dumb in others..."

Harley – "Just look at that Reed Richards guy, he was crazier than a goat but could do crazy things like giant robots."

The White House was attacked, and this was definitely something that couldn't be silenced. In modern times, someone's always recording. The strange young man, no one knew who he was, but soon a nickname appeared on the internet that became popular: "The Regulator." Of course, it was the system who coined the term, to prevent Allen from being given some weird nickname.

...

Mark left school and couldn't contain his excitement. He found an alley, then flew to his house and pulled out a superhero costume, or at least he thought it was one. It was just clothes, goggles and a cloth to wear on his face to go out and punch villains. His dad told him to wait until they had his superhero suit ready, but it seemed Mark couldn't wait.

He packed his costume into his backpack and was about to sneak out when his mother called him down.

"Mark?!"

"Hi, Mom." Mark looked at his mom, who was watching the news.

[The Mauler twins' attack on the White House was thwarted by a mysterious young man who is believed to go by the name "The Regulator." No casualties. An incredible event that breaks a year-long streak of bad luck. We have statements from the White House thanking and clarifying that the young man is not a superhero.]

"Not a superhero?!" Mark was stunned. No matter how he looked... no, in fact, Allen didn't seem like a superhero. He didn't wear spandex or have flashy additions to his clothes. He was elegant and intimidating, even though he was so young.

"Wow, he's handsome..."

"Mom?"

"Come on, darling, just look at him. I'm sure he already has a massive fan club," Deborah laughed. "You can't imagine how many bitches I had to knock out who came after your father when he was young."

Mark clenched his fists, feeling a strange impatience to get his suit ready and go out to be a hero.

"I have to go, Mom!"

"Mark?" Deborah smiled, recalling memories from her past with Nolan. "This boy is way too excited about having superpowers, but I get it..."

Unlike the canon, since Cecil immediately found out that Omni-Man killed the Guardians, he decided not to inform Deborah and Mark of his status. This made them think he was on a mission. His wife was already used to it and wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared for two or three months.

Unaware that his father was in the hospital, Mark flew into the sky. He was Omni-Man's son, so he was destined to be a superhero as great as him. At that moment, no handsome guy who came out of nowhere could compare to him.

Mark flew over the city and landed on a building, then proceeded to change into his "superhero" outfit. While doing so, he thought maybe he should have done this before leaving the house.

...

Crime never rests even in a world of superheroes, or is that precisely why there are always criminals?

Three men were running in the middle of patrol cars and gunfire. Two wore suits with sunglasses and carried briefcases full of money. One of them was armored in rock.

The shots were fierce, but the bullets that hit the armored man did nothing. The three ran into an alley, but one of them was angry.

"Idiot! You're supposed to stay behind so we can escape!"

"I was hired to protect you! How am I supposed to do that if I stay behind?"

The armored man wasn't stupid. Staying behind increased the risk of superheroes showing up and preventing them from escaping.

"Shut up and help us cross the fence!"

The armored man grabbed both of them and jumped with them, but Mark appeared in front and he rammed the rock-armored man. They went through the fence, both of them hitting the ground.

"It was on purpose," Mark said, taking cover.

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" the man asked angrily.

"I am... I'm working on it, do you have any suggestions?"

"How about Captain Facehole!"

"That sounds complicated..."

The man attacked Mark, who managed to dodge, but his lack of combat experience worked against him and Mark ended up getting punched several times. With no other option, Mark charged and both of them crashed into the alley walls, slamming from side to side.

The two men, seeing no one chasing them, ran off with the money. They didn't care if the powered guy they hired got killed.

"Let's go fast before the cops come!" the first thief urgently looked at his partner.

"Yeah!... wait... Vincent," the other man veered off and looked up.

"What?! We don't have time, and I told you not to call me by my name in the middle of a job, Tony!"

Tony ignored him and instead looked around dazed. "But... no more sirens are heard..."

"...!"

The first man felt uneasy and realized his partner was right; there were no more sirens, no loudspeaker shouts, or helicopters; it was eerily quiet, and less than a minute ago, twenty officers had been chasing them.

*Footsteps*

The sound of footsteps interrupted both of their thoughts. Like moths, they looked toward the entrance of the alley.

The wind blew his trench coat, his eyes gleaming, and despite the sun shining, the light seemed absorbed by his hair.

"Tony 'The Bull' Marino and Vincent 'Vinnie' Scaletta!" With a faint smile that sent chills down both men's spines, the man appeared. "Robbery, money laundering, extortion, murder, homicide, possession of illegal weapons, arms trafficking, theft... and something unforgivable..."

Both men froze for a moment. To say the young man in front of them was terrifying would be an understatement.

Allen's face darkened. "However, the worst crime committed by one of you was giving chocolate to a puppy. Do you know how bad that is for them?"

"Ahh!"

Vincent, scared, fired. Allen caught the bullet in mid-air, walked over, and shoved it into the man's mouth, forcing him to swallow. He then snatched the gun and shot him in the foot three times.

"Gah! Ahhhh!!"

The man fell to the ground, screaming. The second man, Tony, raised his hands and knelt.

"Don't kill us!"

Allen took out his tablet and reviewed the information on both of them again. Then, he wrote his assessment, verdict, and sentence, registering it in the system and sending a signal to the police. Soon, a dozen officers entered the alley and took the pair away.

Allen ignored them and walked in the direction where Mark had gone.

...

Moments before Mark and the mercenary with super powers crashed into a car, the man's armor shattered on impact and they both fell heavily to the ground.

Mark got up awkwardly, with a pale face, he was naive, fighting villains was harder than it looked. He looked at the man he defeated somewhat nervously and flew away.

Moments later, Allen appeared at the scene.

"..."

Gwen – It looks like this event was altered too. I was reviewing and at this point, Omni-Man was supposed to appear and see Mark dressed like a clown, then take him with him.

MJ – How strange, this was supposed to happen before Omni-Man killed the Justice League... so its modification has nothing to do with Allen.

Superman – I haven't said this before, but can you stop saying that? It makes me uncomfortable.

Batman – Comparing the appearances and abilities of the Guardians, I'm afraid they are about 80% similar...

Kara – Cousin, don't!

Superman – I won't, what's wrong with you? I'm not Omni-Man!

Clark is aware that Allen has already faced two "Superman," including a version-controlled by Darkseid of himself. That's why, every time they compare him to Omni-Man, it makes it seem like he could end up turning evil.

Batman – Don't worry, I believe you. *He has a lb of kryptonite in a container nearby*

Rukia – leaving that aside, that boy named Mark is being reckless with his powers...

"Well, he's the protagonist, it'd be weird if he didn't enjoy his powers... though he'll soon hit a wall," Allen shrugged and disappeared from the place.

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...

In a discreet establishment, a man worked on a superhero suit with the skill of a master artisan. The bulletproof, fire-resistant, and friction-proof fabric was cut to perfection.

"Superhero suits are different from regular clothes, they need to support the superhero," the old man with gray hair and wrinkles smiled as he sewed the yellow and blue fabric. This suit wasn't just any suit; it was for the son of his idol, the man who might be the successor of the greatest superhero of them all.

*Silence*

The man paused for a moment, but, hearing nothing, he continued his detailed and skillful work. His name was Art Rosenbaum, the tailor of superheroes, the craftsman behind every suit seen on TV. This legendary man was capable of turning an ordinary guy into someone whose face would appear on the front page.

*Crunch*

"What?"

Art wasn't an ordinary man; he knew how to sense danger. After all, he had been too close to superheroes, especially his old friend Omni-Man.

*Noises*

Art put down his advanced tools and took a step back. He felt fear without knowing why, but he didn't let it overcome him. He pressed a button and opened a secret door, then walked through it.

...

Art stepped into an alleyway, carrying a briefcase in his hand. He pulled out his phone, but when he called Nolan, there was no answer.

Art was not a man easily intimidated, but he felt uneasy as if someone was watching him. The streets were cold that afternoon, and the sun was setting. His anxiety grew, and he called Cecil. Being a well-respected man in the superhero community, he had the privilege of asking GDA for help in case of emergency.

"Why aren't you answering?!" Art was losing patience, but his bad luck didn't end there—his phone died.

Art walked faster, even pushing two people who cursed at him, but as he moved further, his anxiety turned to fear. The faces of people staring at him like he was crazy became distorted. At some point, Art started running through the streets as if he were completely mad. He desperately looked for a police officer, but there were none.

Art entered a dark, damp alley, rats in the corners, and trash scattered everywhere. Suddenly, the pressure and that unpleasant sensation disappeared.

Art leaned against a wall. "I'm too old for these scares..."

Unaware, the wall behind him turned as black as tar, and dark cracks appeared in the ground.

*Breathing*

Art froze as he heard breathing coming from the most terrifying abyss of all. A horrifying creature emerging from the most terrifying and inhuman hell was behind him.

Breathing

Two arms extended, grabbing Art by the neck and right arm like a metal clamp. Art felt that his life would end cruelly and mercilessly.

"Ahh, no! Don't do it!"

What kind of evil or aberrant creature could be so terrifying? He didn't have to wait long, as the words that would haunt him until the day of his death were heard.

"Art Rosenbaum..." a whisper echoed from the absolute darkness. Art turned around, losing years of his life, and saw behind him the most maniacal, bloodshot red eyes. "I've come... to give you an audit... have you paid all your taxes?"

"HKYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Art let out the most desperate and terrified psychopath shriek in history while crying and wetting his pants.

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