SmilinKujo

Chapter 55 – The Island’s Whisper

The Blackbird descended smoothly, its landing gears pressing gently into the soft white sands of the isolated beach. A light breeze rustled through the palm trees, the air thick with the scent of salt and damp earth.

As the hatch opened, the team stepped forward, feeling the warmth of the sun on their skin. Then—"Your landings are getting smoother, Scott," Bobby quipped with a grin, stepping down onto the sand. Alex smirked, arms crossed. "Yeah, but with the help of smooth beach sand,...

Chapter 54 – Monkey On a Boat

The vast Atlantic Ocean stretched endlessly in all directions—deep, blue, and impossibly calm. In the middle of it, a lone dinghy drifted aimlessly, its only passenger a man dressed in flowing purple-and-gold robes. His long black hair danced in the salty breeze, tied messily at the back, loose strands framing his sharp, almost mischievous face.

The oar? Not an oar. But an ancient, legendary staff—the Ruyi Jingu Bang, Its length shifted, shrank, and extended as Jack used it to touch...

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Chapter 53 – The Philosopher and The Mechanic

Inside his private lab, deep within his New York penthouse, Tony Stark was racking his brain. The holographic blueprints of his arc reactor floated before him, shifting as he ran simulation after simulation.

Each time—"Component not compatible, sir."

Tony sighed. "Of course it's not," he muttered, rubbing his temples. The palladium poisoning wasn't critical yet—but he knew. He could feel it. Creeping. Spreading. If it got worse, Pepper would notice. And if Pepper noticed? He w...

Chapter 52 – The Golden Peach Farewell

The elevator dinged. The doors slid open smoothly, revealing Natalie Beckman escorting Madam Gao. The elderly woman walked with measured steps, her cane tapping lightly against the polished floors.

Ahead of them, Jack Hou stood on the balcony. His black-and-silver hanfu billowed in the wind, giving him an almost ethereal presence against the New York skyline.

Without turning around, Jack spoke. "Natalie, leave us for a moment."

Natalie bowed without hesitation. "Understood, ...

Side Story 2

This is the side story after Jack killed Kingpin.

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It was strange how normal this had become. Just a little over a month ago, Natalie Beckman was an intern at Damage Control, drowning in paperwork and coffee runs. Now—she was the right hand of the most powerful figure in New York City.

Jack Hou. Well… Not the Jack. His clone. At first, it was unnerving. The clone never left her side. He followed her home. He didn't sleep. At night, he would sit beside ...

Side Story 1

This is the side story before Jack killed Kingpin.

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Logan staggered into his quarters at the X-Mansion, his body still aching from his fight with Jack Hou. His wounds looked like they were healing as usual. But something felt… off. His regeneration—slower than usual. "Must be that damn bastard's power messin' with me," he grumbled, rolling his shoulders.

That fight—whatever the hell Jack did to him—had stopped even his healing factor for a while. Now? His body w...

Chapter 51 – The New Era

The interrogation room felt stifling. Jack leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes lazily scanning the woman sitting across from him. She was composed, professional—even beautiful in a cold, calculated way.

But Jack? He could smell the fear. "Good afternoon, Jack," she said, her voice smooth yet tense.

Jack grinned. "How long did I meditate?"

The woman blinked. "Meditation? I didn't take you for the type who does that."

Jack snorted, resting his chin on his palm. "...

Chapter 50 – The Roots of Power

Flashback several years ago…

The breeze rustled through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of wild peaches and earth. The air was thick with the weight of time. A young Jack Hou sat under the ancient tree, legs crossed, arms folded, scowling like a child being forced to eat vegetables.

Before him, his master—Master Perv—stood with his hands behind his back, his piercing golden eyes watching Jack with amusement and mild disappointment. "Steady yourself, stone monkey," His ...

Chapter 49 – The Monkey in the Humvee

Inside the dimly lit military Humvee, tension hung thick in the air. A dozen rifles were trained on Jack, their barrels steady, their fingers twitching near the trigger. Jack, however, remained unbothered. In fact, he was enjoying himself.

"Did you know," Jack began, leaning slightly forward, his hands still bound—not that it mattered. "That in 1912, a man named Franz Reichelt tried to test his homemade parachute by jumping off the Eiffel Tower? He died instantly."

The soldiers ...

Chapter 48 – Divine Authority

The military blockade stood firm at the edges of Hell's Kitchen—now Jack's Golden Peach. Hundreds of armed soldiers, armored vehicles, and combat drones held their positions, blocking civilians from returning home. Some families were stranded, their children clutching half-eaten Halloween candy, fear in their eyes as barrels of rifles pointed at them.

The hum of helicopters overhead mixed with the distant murmur of confused, frightened civilians. Then—A blur of motion. 

J...

Chapter 47 – The Stirring of the Old Order

The private elevator hummed softly as it ascended. Inside, Phil Coulson stood at the front, his expression unreadable, his hands calm at his sides. Behind him, five of SHIELD's elite strike force soldiers shifted uneasily in the cramped space, gripping their weapons with white-knuckled hands.

The air in the elevator was thick with tension. They had cleared floor after floor of Fisk Tower, gathering evidence, detaining survivors. But up here? Up at the very top? This was where the storm ...

Chapter 46 – The Sky Falls

Jack ascended, the wind whipping against his white robes, the red streaks of blood on his master's costume fluttering in the night. The city stretched below him—a patchwork of neon lights and darkened alleys, buildings towering like monuments to men's ambitions.

He threw his head back, golden eyes gleaming. And then… he laughed. "KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!" It boomed across New York. The laugh of a mad king. The declaration of a conqueror. 

A reminder. That Jack Hou was here...

Chapter 45 – The King’s Fall

The stairwell echoed with the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the floor. Jack walked casually, his golden eyes gleaming, scanning, judging.

Some subordinates were beyond redemption. Their sins weighed on their souls like lead—Abusers. Murderers. Monsters hiding behind human skin. Jack gave them no mercy. A strike to the throat. A snapped spine. A crushed skull.

Floor by floor, he moved like a shadow of divine retribution. 

But some—Some were merely here by circumstanc...

Chapter 44 – The Evolution of Judgment

Jack sat cross-legged atop a rooftop, overlooking his territory as the wind played with the long white robe of his master’s likeness.

The news of Kingpin’s move had reached him—his clones relayed everything. The false accusations, the smears, the way Fisk weaponized perception against him. The hospital, the shelters, the media... all manipulated to make him look like the villain. 

Jack expected resistance, retaliation—he even expected betrayal. But he hadn’t expecte...

Chapter 43 – The Web of Deception

Jack’s clones moved like shadows through the city, each group heading toward their respective targets.

The group moving into Cody Felan’s territory immediately felt something was wrong. As they arrived, an eerie silence clung to the streets like a disease. Then, they saw them. Druggies.

Not just one or two. Not just the usual handful of unfortunate addicts you’d find slumped in an alley. But hundreds.

They stumbled through the streets, muttering to themselves, eyes gla...

Chapter 42 – Desperation and Depravity

The air in Fisk Tower was suffocating. For the first time in his reign, Wilson Fisk felt something foreign clawing at his chest—an emotion he refused to acknowledge.

It wasn't anger. It wasn't frustration. It was fear. A single man had dismantled half of his empire in less than a month. Half.

His trusted assassin, Bullseye, had been reduced to a cripple. Mary Walker—gone. Vanished as if she never existed. His six commanders? Reduced to three.

Cody Felan, the Irish gang l...

Chapter 41 – The Old Master and the Spy

Jack stroked his fake beard with exaggerated wisdom, his golden eyes gleaming with playful mischief as he stared down at Nick Fury and Maria Hill, still tied up before him.

Nick sat stiffly, watching Jack like one would observe a rabid animal—cautious, analyzing, waiting for the moment it would strike.

Hill was more practical. She wasn't wasting time trying to decode the madness of Jack Hou. Instead, her fingers subtly worked at the rope binding her wrists, slowly, carefully loo...

NOTICE

Sorry guys, sorry for the delay in posting yesterday. I had a rough day and ended up in the hospital after crashing my bike, turn out crashing high side can really fuck me up. Anyway I’m back home now and feeling much better, I’ll start working on the next chapter right away. I tried yesterday with my phone, but its really not ideal way to write, I can’t imagine how some authors manage to write so well on their phones. Anyway I'm going on a tangent again. SO WISH ME LUCK. May the blessi...

Chapter 40 – The Master’s Mask

The conference room in the S.H.I.E.L.D secret base was dimly lit, the walls lined with monitors streaming various feeds from around the world.

In the center of the room stood Nick Fury, arms crossed, his one good eye sweeping over the holograms surrounding him. The World Security Council and key global leaders flickered in the air, each face tense and weary.

The atmosphere was thick with frustration. And at the center of it all was one name.

Jack Hou.

President Barack ...

Chapter 39 – Halloween Preparation

The golden afternoon sun cast long shadows over Hell's Kitchen, painting the streets in shades of amber and crimson. Jack strolled through the bustling sidewalks, humming a tune with an exaggerated sway in his step.

Beside him, Natalie—the blonde secretary he had spared—clutched a thick folder of crime ledgers, her expression shifting between nervous determination and sheer exhaustion.

Jack glanced at her and smirked. "Nervous?" he asked, tilting his head.

Natalie sighed...

Chapter 38 – Morning News Frenzy

The morning air in New York crackled with a nervous energy, television screens flickering in diners, taxis, and convenience stores alike as the latest breaking news blared from every station.

"Last night, the figure known as Jack Hou—now infamous for his brazen territorial takeovers—has once again expanded his control over Hell's Kitchen. In a single night, two of known crime syndicates with their top commanders have fallen, their organizations dismantled in what can only be des...