1 Chapter 1: Shadows of the Abandoned Factory

[Imperial academy]

"hey did you hear that myth?? "

"which?"

"In the bustling streets of the 17th century, where steam engines filled the air with their hissing breaths, and the distinction between nobles and peasants remained a chasm, a clandestine power thrived in the shadows. The enigmatic figure known as Scorpio, a master manipulator and the leader of a secret organization called Shadow, navigated the intricate web of secrets that lurked behind the city's opulent façade."

"Na that's just a myth leave it"

Students talking to each another

"Welcome, my dear students, to Professor Scott's Steamy Extravaganza!" Dr. Clayton Scott announced with a grin as he paced the stage of the grand lecture hall at the Imperial College. His eyes twinkled mischievously, and his smile hinted at secrets beyond the textbooks.

The young nobles and commoners before him exchanged curious glances, unsure of what to expect. Dr. Scott was known for his eccentricity and unconventional teaching methods, but today, he seemed to be holding an extra ace up his sleeve.

"Now, let's dive into the magical world of mechanical wonders!" He exclaimed, his voice enthusiastic and animated. "Who needs fairy tales when we have steam-powered marvels that can make your wildest dreams come true?"

His infectious enthusiasm captivated the students, drawing them into a world of gears and gadgets. As he explained the intricacies of steam engines and mechanical innovations, he occasionally threw in little winks and nods, as if he had some secret knowledge only he was privy to.

After the lecture ended, Dr. Scott, made his way outside of the college. His eyes scanned the surroundings, and a knowing smile danced on his lips. He couldn't help but feel like he was always one step ahead, like a cool dude who held all the cards.

His curiosity led him to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, where he stumbled upon the bizarre gathering of people in their enigmatic white and black attire. He smile remained intact as he observed their mysterious activities.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he mused to himself, his smile widening. "Looks like the circus has come to town, and I've got a front-row seat!"

As he discreetly observed the cult-like group handling and packing up some mysterious glowing boxes, his eyes sparkled with intrigue. It was like watching a magic show where the magician revealed the tricks, and he knew he was about to steal the show.

But before he could fully bask in the spectacle, he was discovered. The cultists turned their attention towards him, their eyes gleaming with malice. His's smile didn't falter; instead, it seemed to grow even more confident.

"Well, it's not a party until I make an entrance," he remarked, his lips curling into a cocky grin.

In a blur of swift movements, Dr. Clayton Scott deftly evaded their attacks, weaving through their strikes like a graceful dancer. His moves were so slick that it was like watching an action hero perform stunts in a blockbuster movie and cut their heads as He unsheathed his cain and revealed a sword.

As some of the cultists ingested the mysterious drugs, their eyes widened with surprise, but Dr. Clayton Scott just chuckled knowingly. "Oh, My poor soul what did you consume," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement.

His smile turned slightly serious as he saw the effects of the drugs taking a toll on the cultists. Their bodies widen, and they start looking like some sort of ugly, big monster. From their look, anyone can tell they look strong. He knew he had to put an end to this dangerous game. As He just wanted to take his head, One of the cultists kicked him really hard, which made him fly and collide with a wall.

"Oh, well, it seems like your cult makes some fun toys to play with." He was smiling while cleaning his cloths and jumping towards their mouth and throwing grenades in their mouth and looking them blow like some sort of psychopath.

As the dust settled, he couldn't help but marvel at the bizarre spectacle. "It's like watching fireworks on steroids," he quipped, shaking his head.

Gathering the remaining drug samples,Dr. Clayton Scott enters a Strange building,his smile never fading. He knew he had stumbled upon something big, and he was ready to take it head-on.

"What brings you here, Boss?" an old-looking Bartender says to Dr. Clayton Scott.

"Oh, hey, old man, still as Lively as always. Well, I am here to submit something impressive. Where are other Zodiacs?" asked by Dr. Clayton Scott.

"They are On mission right now, but boss, how's your progress going with the fake Identity of Dr. Clayton Scott at Imperial Academy?" ask by Old

Bartender. 

"What do you expect? From your boss, the leader of the Zodiacs, Scorpio? asked Dr. Clayton Scott with a big smile on his face.

"By the way, I found these strange drugs from some Cult members. Can you pass these Drugs to Aquarius for Research?"

"Yes boss Whatever you order."