YOUNGPOWER Chapter 1: The Young Conqueror

 YOUNGPOWER MEMBER

1. Joshua Bassett

2. Felix Mallard Baker

3. Garrett Wareing

4. Brian Altemus

5. Matt Broome

CHAPTER 1

Belmont Camelli stomped around the perimeter of the MANPOWER shantytown, a filthy encampment thrown up on the edge of Phallusic. Inside, he had a dozen women chained, prime flesh barely out of their teens. Belmont, wearing his MANPOWER black jacket and scuffed blue jeans, was now a Captain under General Zach and walked with the swagger of a man who knew he was untouchable.

He barked into the receiver, connected to General Daniel O'Reiley. “Daniel, I got twelve prime pieces of ass, twenty years old, maybe less. Tell Carter we can finally trade this lovely meat for real fucking money, and I want my cut right now.” Belmont squatted, his face inches from one of the captives. She looked terrified, barely twenty years old.

“This city is a goddamn goldmine,” Daniel replied, his voice a low sneer. “That plague wiped out most the old bastards—it’s a youth city now, Phallusic, full of soft targets. That makes it the perfect place to grab new girls for our operation.”

“Get them the hell in,” Daniel ordered. “I told Carter to grease the wheels on the transaction. Jonah is going to be ecstatic about this haul.”

Belmont grinned, flashing teeth at the captive. “Well, look at you, Ellie, right?” he hissed. “What a fucking waste. You’re so pretty, I think Daniel could spare me just one. And it would be your pretty little ass. This town is heaven. I don’t know why Jonah built our kingdom in that shithole Cockville and not here, but soon, my baby, all of Alarica will be the kingdom of MASCULINE POWER! The Power of Men! We are kings, every fucking one of us!”

The MANPOWER soldiers roared and hammered their fists against the tent poles. “MANPOWER! MANPOWER!”

But Ellie’s eyes were pure fire. She spat, a defiant glob hitting Belmont's cheek. “You won’t survive this, you disgusting piece of trash! Justice Girl will save us!”

Belmont roared with laughter, wiping the spittle away. “Justice Girl! Oh, what a scary bitch! But I think MANPOWER has caused enough absolute chaos in Cockville that those four psycho bitches won’t even spare a thought for your scrawny ass. She ain’t a god, she can’t be in two places at once! How the hell is your gender supposed to survive when you depend entirely on four crazy cunts who castrate my brothers and cost us millions in business?”

He leaned in again, his breath hot on her face. “You are alone here, little whore. And not one single person is coming to save your worthless dicksucking life.”

 

At the edge of the darkened encampment, Joshua, classically handsome with his unruly curls and hazel eyes—the kind of look that made any bitch drop her defenses—shared a cigarette with his friend, Yello. The contrast between them was stark. Joshua, a twenty-one-year-old fighting talent and certified MANPOWER killer, was a portrait of lethal masculinity. Yello, the scrawny, awkward redhead who was only there because he was Jonah’s half-brother, was anything but.

“What the hell are you doing out here again?” Joshua asked, taking a deep drag. “You’re not built for field missions. Did Felix bother your ass again?”

Yello nodded miserably. “Felix is a vicious prick. Honestly, I’m more terrified of him than I am of Justice Girl.”

Joshua let out a harsh laugh. “I’ll put the fear of God back in that golden boy. Don’t push yourself onto the battlefield, Yello. You have Brennan and the guards back at MENLAIR to keep you safe.” Joshua exhaled a cloud of smoke. “When I’m running MANPOWER, I’ll assure you all men are equal, just so long as we’ve got a dick between our legs. I admire your brother, but he’s too methodical, too focused on hierarchy. I want a brotherhood where every man can be his most vicious self, unchained. Jonah never listens to the new generation. We have new ways to think, to act, to show those castrating bitches that men rule the world. But he seems obsessed with Justice Girl—destroying her instead of actually building the new army.”

“You want to run MANPOWER?” Yello asked, shocked.

“Hell yeah, I do. But he’ll pick Felix, the little prince, the golden son of Carter. Everyone knows that,” Joshua sneered.

Joshua threw back his head and laughed again, the sound raw and ambitious. “I have a vision, Yello. A dream. I scored the highest ratings from Benson’s training program. I’m ready for more than guarding a goddamn perimeter. I can defeat those Velvet cunts and bring Jonah the greatest army he’s ever seen—a force of young, loyal, alpha men, brothers to the bone.” He crushed the cigarette under his boot. “But I know it’s just a wet dream. Your brother’s too old-fashioned to give me the shot.”

“Hey, don’t stop dreaming,” Yello mumbled, then coughed, clutching his side.

“Don’t forget your medicine,” Joshua instructed, his tone instantly shifting to protectiveness. “I promise you, when I rise to power, you’ll be my right-hand man. You’re my friend. And I want a lady to be my queen.”

“Like who?”

“Like... that.” Joshua pointed across the clearing. A petite Asian girl was walking alone near the treeline. He watched her intently. “What the hell is a girl doing by the woods this late?” He tossed the cigarette butt and strode toward her.

It was a strange moment of charged confrontation. He was staggering six-foot-two; she looked barely five feet tall. She looked up and offered a soft, scared smile. “Sorry, sir. I’m just... lost. My boyfriend left me here.”

Joshua smirked, enjoying the display of fear. “It’s fine, young lady. Go on. This is MANPOWER territory; you shouldn't be wandering alone.” The girl nodded quickly and hurried away. Joshua watched her go, a sharp pang of regret hitting him. He wanted her name, but she was already gone.

The girl—Mentari—walked quickly until she met two figures concealed in the shadows: a Black girl and a blonde girl. The Black girl shoved a ski mask into her hand. “Where the hell were you, Mentari!?” demanded Teyona.

“I just... got lost. I’m nervous, God damn it. I ran right into a MANPOWER soldier.”

“How was he?” Teyona asked.

“Yeah, he was tall, curly hair, handsome, well-endowed—the bulge was noticeable—but that’s not my primary concern,” Mentari replied breathlessly.

“NOT THE DICK, YOU IDIOT! THE PERIMETER!” Teyona snapped.

“Speaking of big dicks,” Sydney drawled, slipping the mask over her face. “Can you two stop talking about male anatomy and answer me: Is the camp close?”

Mentari nodded, her petite frame tense. “Yeah, I could see the tents. But there are like thirty soldiers there. Three of us. Are you absolutely certain we can save our sorority sisters?”

“Yes, we can,” Teyona hissed. “It’s a retrieval mission. We sneak in, cut them loose, and get the hell out. Avoid direct contact, but if you see one of those dicks alone, kick their fucking balls until they puke up their own guts.”

The three figures in ski masks moved through the dense forest floor with agonizing precision. Their steps were soft, calculated, and deeply contained; they knew any lapse in silence would alert the enemy. Fighting the MANPOWER soldiers was not just a risk—it was near suicide. These men were giants, bigger and stronger, and they proudly wielded archaic weapons like swords and maces, tools chosen specifically to amplify their savage, sadistic glee. One errant slash could mean a sudden, brutal end.

They finally reached the fringe of the encampment. Saxon, one of the perimeter soldiers, was guarding the rear, while Belmont Camelli—the Captain, a man Mentari had warned them about—worked on preparing the transport truck.

“So, what’s the move?” Sydney breathed, her voice muffled slightly by the mask.

“Okay, Syd,” Mentari hissed back. “You’ll go draw that prick off and distract him. Use the weapon you know best.”

“Wait, wait—how the hell do I seduce a man without taking off my mask? He needs to see my beauty, you know.”

“You have a killer body that can give that stupid asshole an immediate erection, so use what you’ve got and deal with it, okay? That one is Belmont Camelli. He’s a Captain, so do not, under any circumstances, engage him in a real fight, understood?” Mentari pointed. “Tey and I will slip inside and unchain Ellie and the others. We’re sorority sisters; we’re fighting for our own damn power.”

“I just wish that Justice Girl was here to help us,” Sydney muttered, adjusting her mask.

Mentari cut her off with venomous speed. “Stop dreaming. I don't rely on anybody. We do this on our own. Where the hell is Justice Girl when we need her? She’s the hero of Cockville, not Phallusic. Do not expect that girl to save your ass.”

Teyona nodded sharply, her eyes burning through the mask’s holes. “Got it. Let’s get our sisters back.”

Sydney moved first, gliding toward Saxon. She swayed her hips, deliberately exaggerating the killer curves of her body. “Hey, boy…” she purred, her voice a low, throaty invitation.

Saxon, knife drawn, spun instantly. “Hey! Who the hell are you?!”

Sydney smiled—a gesture Saxon couldn't see, but felt—and moved closer. “Just a girl who walked by and saw a MANPOWER soldier looking as hot as you do.” Sydney closed the distance and slammed her mouth against his, initiating a deep, aggressive kiss. The act itself made a ripple of guilt shoot through Sydney. Why in God's name was she enjoying the kiss of a MANPOWER soldier? They were evil. But she had to admit, MANPOWER recruited the most handsome, well-hung men around.

Meanwhile, Teyona and Mentari slipped into the tent. Inside, they saw the dozen young women, including Ellie, chained and terrified. Teyona, silent beneath her mask, signaled the captives to keep absolute silence. Mentari knelt beside Ellie, using her adept pickpocketing skill to work the complex lock mechanism.

“Okay, one by one,” Teyona whispered, checking the entrance.

Mentari’s hands trembled slightly. The locks were more sophisticated than she had anticipated, and she was rapidly realizing she might not have enough time to free all of them. Her focused panic was shattered when the tent flap was violently ripped open.

Matt Broome, one of the young MANPOWER members—his skin slightly darker, his hair adorned with bleached blonde highlights—stood framed in the opening.

“What the FUCK are you doing in here?!” Matt roared, his talker persona instantly replaced by savage outrage. He drew his crossbow and screamed, “MANPOWER! WE HAVE INTRUDERS! GET YOUR DICKS OUT HERE NOW!”

Suddenly, the night exploded. A tight ring of MANPOWER soldiers—brutes armed with clubs, knives, and chains—surrounded the tent. Only five of the captives had been freed so far. Mentari snapped into position, standing directly in front of the released women. Matt Broome, shaking off his initial shock, fired his crossbow. The bolt hissed past Teyona's ear, a near-miss that made her curse. “Shit.”

In a desperate, primal move, Teyona slid low between Matt’s legs. Her eyes, honed by hatred, fixed on the inevitable target: the vulnerable, engorged outline of his bulge. As a certified man-hater, Teyona didn’t hesitate—she drove her fist upward with every ounce of trauma-fueled rage she possessed, smashing Matt’s testicles.

Matt erupted in a blood-curdling, inhuman shriek: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! MY FUCKING BALLS!” The loudest scream of the night, raw with agony, drew Captain Belmont’s attention instantly.

Matt collapsed to his knees, his face pale and slick with sweat, clutching his ruined groin. “ARGH, ARGH, my fucking balls are gone!” he gasped, but even crippled by pain, the misogynistic rage still burned. He swung his crossbow wide and smacked Teyona hard across the gut, knocking her to the dirt. “You filthy whore,” he spat, gripping his swelling crotch. “You’re going to pay for touching my dick-bag.”

Outside, Saxon reacted violently to the noise, but Sydney was faster. She twisted his arm savagely behind his back. “You perverted piece of shit!” she snarled, then drove her knee up and deep into Saxon's testicles. He let loose a ragged, animal sound of pure agony.

But before Sydney could relish the conquest, a spear point pressed hard against the delicate skin of her neck. “Shhh, hello, little girl. Don’t move, or I’ll sink this spike right into your windpipe.”

Sydney turned slowly, her breath hitching. She faced a true giant: six-foot-four, corded with brutal muscle, and exhibiting the largest, most staggering bulge she had ever seen. The sight was intoxicating, even with a spear at her throat.

“Call me Garrett, bitch,” the giant smirked, his eyes crinkling. “Now, down on your knee. The Captain will be pleased to see me capturing the little whore who likes to play rough.”

Inside the tent, Mentari and the downed Teyona were now surrounded by Belmont and a squad of MANPOWER soldiers. Matt slowly struggled to his feet, still gripping his ruined groin.

Joshua and Yello, having heard the chaos, rushed in. Joshua immediately grabbed Matt. “Dude, you okay? What the hell happened?”

“Shit, I think my balls are swollen up like grapefruits, but I’m good,” Matt managed, grabbing the dazed Teyona and hauling her up. Joshua then lunged toward Mentari. It was him—the handsome soldier from the treeline—but behind the ski mask, Joshua had no idea.

“So, two of them?” Joshua asked Belmont, his sword already drawn.

“Make it three bitches,” a deep, guttural voice boomed.

Garrett strode into the tent, effortlessly holding the struggling Sydney choked beneath his colossal arm. He dropped her roughly onto the ground.

Belmont surveyed the three ski-masked figures and the handful of terrified, half-freed captives. He let out a harsh, triumphant laugh, raising his crossbow. “Three little heroines trying to play savior and disrupt my shipment,” he sneered, his smile vicious. “Tell me, which one of these cunts should I kill first?”

That is a perfect request. I will amplify the tension between Felix and Joshua, deepen the description of Felix's pain, and flesh out the dark ambition driving Brian’s lab work, all while maintaining the explicit, brutal tone.

The Golden Son’s Grievance

MENLAIR, Cockville

Felix Baker was walking like a goddamn crab, his thighs held rigidly apart to prevent any friction on his screaming, swollen testicles. The agonizing injury inflicted by Pink Velvet was a humiliation he would repay in blood. He was the classic tough guy—wavy, dark hair, a perpetual stubble, and the heavy, muscled frame of a fighter—but beneath the black leather, he was radiating pure, poisonous resentment. His destination was the restricted laboratory on the east wing of MENLAIR, the fortified center where Florian’s division manufactured the illegal weapons and designer drugs that financed MANPOWER’s supremacy.

Inside, he found the twenty-two-year-old Brian Altemus, the genius Vice to Florian, hunched over a pressurized reactor. Brian, though dressed like a common soldier, moved with the clean, careful motions of a man who valued precision over brute force.

“Hey, man. The only pricks who wander in here are usually trying to score some cheap coke,” Brian noted, his eyes scanning Felix’s pained walk. “Seriously, what the fuck happened to your nuts? Who hit you? Did Justice Girl finally come out of her little hidey-hole?”

“Pink Velvet, that absolute bitch!” Felix snarled, the name tasting like rust. “She ambushed us during the weapons exchange near The Swamp. That pink-haired slut is going to pay by having her own throat slit. Because of that cunt, my dick-bag was incapacitated for a week, I missed the Phallusic mission, and now Joshua’s there, getting all the glory!” Felix slammed his fist onto a steel workbench, biting back a grunt as the force jarred his pelvis.

“You know, for a guy who’s about to inherit the empire, you sound awfully bothered by Joshua’s little field trip,” Brian commented, adjusting a valve. “Is that jealousy, Felix? You sound like a jealous bitch.”

“No! Why the fuck would I envy that soft-hearted bastard?” Felix’s voice was venom. “I’m Felix Baker, the only true heir. My father was the engine behind Jonah’s dad. Jonah respects my commitment. It’s just... I can’t help but wish his mission fails, that Joshua messes up the whole fuckin’ operation and publicly humiliates himself, so Jonah has no choice but to realize I’m the only reliable strongman left.” He lit a cigarette, ignoring Brian’s earlier warning.

Brian frowned. “Keep that cigarette away from the oxidizers, man. You want to blow up the whole damn wing?” He sighed. “Look, Joshua is smart, but he’s weak. He protects losers like Yello. He talks about ‘brotherhood’ and ‘equality’ like some kind of social justice warrior, not a MANPOWER General. That’s why Jonah sent him —he’s disposable and good-looking enough for propaganda. You are the hammer. You’re the one who breaks the resistance.”

“Damn right, I am the hammer,” Felix affirmed, his eyes narrowing. “And what about your little project? What kind of hell are you cooking up here?”

“Just… a vision for the future of MANPOWER supremacy. A synthetic compound that can exponentially boost male testosterone—like a steroid, but it targets specific neuro-receptors. It will make our soldiers unstoppable, immune to pain. The perfect weapon to fight those castrating cunts without fear. I call it ‘Alpha-T.’ The equation is advanced, the stabilization is tricky, but I'm close.”

“I don’t care about your fucking equations! Just let me know when I can mainline that shit,” Felix demanded, dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his boot. “I’ll be the one leading the main army back to Cockville. I’ll be the one to bring Jonah Justice Girl’s head so he’s forced to name me his successor.”

Brian clapped him hard on the shoulder—a gesture Felix managed to absorb without crying out in pain. “You need to focus on your own power, dude. Obsessing about Joshua’s temporary opportunity won’t get your dick any higher in the hierarchy. You’re Jonah’s future, man. And don’t worry, the second Alpha-T is stable and ready, you’re the first one I’m injecting. We’re brothers—we share everything.”

 

Back in Phallusic, the situation was dire. The sheer number of men had overwhelmed the girls. The three masked Cheerios were now kneeling, with Joshua, Matt, and Garrett standing over them, each pressing a weapon against their necks.

Belmont let out a roaring, repulsive laugh. “You little cunts actually thought you could save your friends? Such a piss-poor idea. You’re just girls; we are MANPOWER. You couldn’t do a goddamn thing to stop us. You are helpless, and soon, when MANPOWER finally annexes all of Alarica, no town will be free of our cruelty. You’ll all be my personal fucking slaves!”

“Oh, really?” A voice cut through the darkness, carrying a lethal, mocking edge. A woman in blinding white leather stood behind Belmont, surveying the scene with cold contempt. “Look who we found, Belmont!”

Belmont’s triumphant sneer vanished. “Shit, Justice Girl!”

“You came…” Mentari gasped, the relief warring with the shock of seeing the legendary crew.

“Hello, boys!” Kiara, the Scarlet Velvet, wasted no time. She swung a monstrous, customized metallic bat—not at a head, but directly into Garrett's massive groin. The impact was sickening; a high, horrible CRACK echoed through the clearing. “You big baboon! Trying to get a hold of girls, huh?”

The giant collapsed, his bellowing scream a symphony of agony. Garrett felt his proud manhood being instantly pulverized by Kiara’s righteous rage.

Sydney saw Garrett drop and stared down at the man who had effortlessly choked her. Despite his blinding pain, his uniform still pressed tight against the huge, terrifying bulge she had fixated on moments before. The raw temptation was overwhelming, mixing lust with tactical necessity. She took a deep, shaky breath, focusing her internal turmoil into pure vengeance, and stomped Garrett’s groin before he could even clutch his ruined anatomy. CRACK! A second bone-shattering sound, and Garrett's scream spiraled into a hysterical, breathless wail. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

Chaos erupted. “Shit, Garrett, you okay?” Matt, still limping and clutching his own mangled balls, fired his crossbow at Sydney. But Teyona, using her sheer brute strength, tackled Matt. “GO! SAVE THEM!” she roared.

Joshua, however, wasn’t focused on the Velvet. He saw the melee as a distraction. He made a cold, immediate calculation: five girls freed, fourteen still chained—the mission’s success was still within reach. “YELLO! GET THOSE GIRLS INTO THE TRUCK NOW!”

Joshua abandoned the fight and rushed to the fourteen shackled captives. Showing his ruthless, tough side, he yanked the girls’ hair, dragged them without mercy, and shoved them brutally toward the transport vehicle. He didn’t crave the violence, but the mission was paramount.

Mentari watched, horrified. The handsome soldier she had met—the one with the confusing heart—was capable of genuine sadism. Was he really the same as the others? Stunned, Mentari grabbed the five freed girls. “Let’s run!”

Two more MANPOWER soldiers rushed toward their escape route. “NO!” Mentari panicked, but suddenly, the soldiers’ agonizing yells cut her off. DUK! DUK!

A woman had slid between the men and delivered devastating double punches, focused entirely on their stupid balls. It was Camila, the Pink Velvet.

“I’ll handle this, sweethearts,” Camila purred, her eyes dancing with lethal amusement. “I’ll get them safe to MENHELL.” Camila pulled small, customized grenades from her belt and lobbed them directly at the soldiers’ crotches. The grenades exploded with deafening, concussive force, tearing into the men's groins. Their screams were agonizing, gut-wrenching bellows of irreversible damage. “NO! NO! NO!”

Camila rushed the five women toward safety. Mentari now had a single, burning purpose: stop Joshua before he could escape with the rest. “STOP THEM, YOU BASTARD!!!” Mentari screamed, turning her attention fully back to the captain she had momentarily forgotten.

 

In the center of the clearing, Silla and Belmont were engaged in a brutal dance of death. A squad of six MANPOWER soldiers foolishly rushed in to aid their Captain, but Rebecca, the Violet Velvet, was a blur of agility. She ducked low, sliding between the legs of the charging men, delivering targeted, lightning-fast punches to their groins: LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT. Six men dropped instantly, clutching their crushed crotches.

But one senior soldier, David, stood his ground. “Hello, Violet,” he sneered.

Rebecca didn’t pause for dialogue. She lunged, grabbed the zipper of his pants, and ripped it down. Then, using her teeth, she bit down hard on his exposed dick, severing the organ with a sickening tear. “GOT YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Rebecca screamed, spitting the piece of flesh onto the ground. She had just performed an explicit, vicious castration.

Silla saw Mentari charging alone toward the heavily armed MANPOWER crew. “Scarlet,” Silla yelled to Kiara, who was already pounding Belmont with the metallic bat. “Handle this stupid Captain. I need to get that little idiot back before she gets herself killed.”

Justice Girl, her eyes fixed on the desperate figure of Mentari, rushed forward, leaving Belmont to the merciless, bat-wielding fury of the Scarlet Velvet.

Joshua finished shoving the last chained girl into the back of the truck. “Yello, now you drive. Drive straight to Cockville and don’t fucking look back,” he commanded, pushing Yello into the driver’s seat. “Call for backup when you hit the Cockville gate. Get Brennan and alert the goddamn MENLAIR.”

“But what about you? Justice Girl is famous for cutting men’s dicks off, Joshua!” Yello panicked, terrified to leave his best friend in the line of fire.

Joshua fixed him with a cold, determined smile. “Go. I’m Joshua Bassett. I can handle any bitch who comes for me.” Yello floored the gas, the heavy truck fishtailing as it roared onto the main road, never glancing back.

“NO! NO! NO!” Mentari screamed, charging toward the vanishing headlights.

Joshua smirked, a look of clinical triumph settling on his handsome face. “The mission is still a success. You got five of them back, but you’ll never see the rest, bitch. Now, I want to see the face behind that mask.” He drew his sword, the polished steel glinting. Mentari dodged the swing, her eyes fixed on his determined, calculating movements.

Joshua roared, his voice cutting through the surrounding chaos. “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! THE GIRLS ARE SENT TO OUR TURF. EVERYONE ELSE, GET THE FUCK OUT! WE’LL GET TO THESE BITCHES LATER!”

The remaining MANPOWER soldiers, including the one whose dick Rebecca had savaged, recognized Joshua’s voice of authority and reason. Matt, still struggling with a moaning, crippled Garrett, began dragging the brute toward a waiting jeep. “C’mon, brother, you gotta move…” The MANPOWER crew swiftly moved to their vehicles, abandoning the field and leaving their less-fortunate comrades behind.

Joshua saw his window. He sprinted at Mentari, grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her against a tree trunk. “You little interfering slut!” he hissed, tightening his grip on her throat, intent on crushing her windpipe. He squeezed until Mentari’s vision blurred and her small body began to tremble, showing her the kind of raw, brutal force he usually kept hidden.

Before Mentari could black out, a blur of white leather struck Joshua's head. DUK! A flying kick, delivered with savage precision, knocked Joshua away from his victim. He stumbled, quickly regained his footing, and stood ready, sword leveled.

Silla stepped between Joshua and the choking girl. She was the iconic Justice Girl, and she looked at the young man with sudden, cold clarity. He wasn't afraid of her, and he had completed the mission under fire.

“Justice Girl, huh?” Joshua challenged, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Silla’s expression hardened. She had spent two years fighting MANPOWER's Generals, and while many were strong, this boy was different. She saw it instantly: the potential, the calculating mind, the absolute determination beneath the handsome facade. “This one is dangerous,” she muttered to herself. “This Gen Z man irritates me.” She was used to fighting the Millennials—the easily provoked, simple brutes. This new breed was strategic, ruthless, and highly intelligent—her ultimate nightmare. “We need to stop them before they develop into a fucking monster.”

Silla grabbed her specialized electric baton, the weapon humming with latent power. Joshua swung his sword, aiming for her head. Silla prepared to imbue her baton with the mythical Conqueror Spirit—the raw power reserved for the most dominant fighters like herself, Jonah, Zach, and Carter.

But as she channeled the energy, Joshua’s hand, gripping the sword hilt, began to shake uncontrollably.

“No way,” Silla whispered in disbelief.

Joshua let out a primal, guttural scream. A wave of raw, unseen force slammed outward. Mentari, already weakened, collapsed fully to the ground. Across the clearing, even Sydney and Teyona stumbled and fell, reeling from the sudden, unseen pressure.

Matt and Garrett, halfway to their jeep, stopped dead. “Joshua… has the Conqueror Spirit,” Matt gasped, his voice tight with shock. “Like Jonah…”

Then, Joshua's sword and Silla’s baton met in the air. The clanging steel was drowned out by the thunderous, invisible energy released as two Conqueror Spirits collided..

 

 

The violent meeting of the Conqueror Spirits was an invisible shockwave that slammed Mentari, Sydney, and Teyona to the dirt. Rebecca rushed forward, using her agility to scoop up the unconscious, ski-masked bodies of Teyona and Sydney, dragging them toward their getaway car. The entire clearing was devolving into a frantic retreat.

“C’mon, to the car, you bastards!” Joshua yelled at his retreating crew. He locked eyes with Justice Girl. “You will see, bitch! The new generation of men cannot be stopped! We are going to be the Young Army—the worst fucking force you will ever see! A brotherhood where women will literally kiss our feet!” He gave Silla a final, triumphant smirk and sprinted toward their truck.

Belmont and Kiara were still locked in a desperate, brutal brawl. Belmont swung a heavy chain, but Kiara sidestepped the vicious arc. “Kiara! C’mon!” Camila roared from the gateway car, tires spitting gravel. Silla, clutching the unconscious body of Mentari, reached the vehicle last. As Camila floored the accelerator, the Velvet sped away, leaving the bloody battlefield behind them.

Inside the getaway car, the scene was a mix of adrenaline and raw compassion.

Rebecca looked back at the three downed Cheerios with genuine concern. “What should we do with them, Silla? The poor things.”

Kiara scoffed, adjusting her leather gloves. “They should think twice before playing vigilante like that. They need to be harder, stronger, less reliant on hope.”

Silla smiled, a look of grim determination washing over her face. “Isn’t that exactly how we started, Kie? Just… let them rest. I have a proposition for them. I think it’s time to expand our forces. Alarica needs more protectors than just the four of us.” Her face darkened as she recalled Joshua’s raw power. “We need to stop that bastard before Jonah realizes his true, fucking terrifying potential.”

 

At the same time, the MANPOWER jeeps sped toward Cockville. Matt had managed to haul Garrett into the back seat, who was now weeping softly from the trauma, his massive legs shaking. Joshua rushed into the backseat to help, grabbing a bag of ice he’d strategically packed.

Matt drove fast, yelling out the window to the truck carrying Belmont. “TO MENLAIR! DON’T STOP!”

Inside Joshua’s jeep, the three Youngpower members were breathing hard. Garrett was still utterly shattered. “Shit, I think my balls are literally on fire, man,” he whimpered, trying to laugh through the agony.

“Chill, man. Dr. Hodenburg will fix your dick-bag,” Joshua said, calmly pressing the ice pack against Garrett’s groin. “You’ll be back to your usual self in no time. I’ll ask Brian if he’s got any new pain enhancers.”

“I’m sorry, Josh. I was… blinded by the sheer audacity of that bitch. I should have backed you up,” Garrett said, his soft side emerging beneath the brutal exterior.

Joshua laughed and gave him a high-five. “Dude, it’s okay. We got more than ten girls into the truck. That’s a massive win. You did great. The three of us—we’re training to be the sharpest dicks in the whole organization. We are the beacon of young manhood, and one day, Jonah is going to look past his old cronies and see our fucking potential.”

Matt nodded from the front seat. “You don’t have to tell me. That Conqueror Spirit you threw at Silla was massive, man! You’re going to be famous across the whole organization. That news will travel faster than a bullet.”

Joshua frowned, the smile draining from his face. “What Conqueror Spirit?”

Matt and Garrett exchanged horrified, wide-eyed glances. The realization hit them both at the same terrifying instant.

JOSHUA WAS COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF HIS OWN POWER.

End of Episode 1