chapter 1 : I can copy any power in DC

Chaos reigned around Kahndaq as Black Adam engaged in a bloody fight with an unidentified foe. The adversary faced the legendary champion while standing tall and fighting with eyes that were filled with inner fire. The young guy was surviving Black Adam's overwhelming strength, deftly avoiding and evading his devastating strikes with his lightning-quick reflexes.

"Who are you?" Black Adam bellowed, his voice echoing through the city streets.

"I am not a hero," the young man replied, his voice calm and steady despite the danger. "I am not a villain either. I am simply someone who will become your nightmare."

With a snarl, Black Adam lunged forward, his fist glowing with the power of the gods. The young man responded with a punch of his own, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The two titans clashed, exchanging blow after blow in a battle that threatened to level the entire city.

"You will not win this fight," Black Adam growled, sweat pouring down his face as he struggled against the young man's relentless attack.

"I am not fighting to win," the young man replied, his eyes blazing with determination. "I am fighting to push myself beyond my limits."

The battle between the stranger and Black Adam was intense and intense. The young man was a formidable opponent, with the power of Superman and the speed of the Flash. And in addition to these abilities, he wielded two power rings - one red, symbolizing rage, and one yellow, symbolizing fear.

The might and savagery of the stranger astounded Black Adam. He had never seen an opponent like this, and he was having trouble keeping up. The stranger attacked from every angle with lightning-quick fists and energy bolts as he was everywhere at once. Black Adam battled back with all of his might, releasing his vast power, but the stranger's mastery of magic and raw might proved to be too much for him.

As the battle raged on, the stranger seemed to grow stronger and more confident. He laughed as he unleashed powerful blasts of energy and summoned bolts of lightning from the sky. Black Adam was overwhelmed by the young man's power and speed, and he soon found himself on the defensive, struggling to avoid the stranger's attacks.

But despite the odds against him, Black Adam refused to give up. He was a champion, and he would not be defeated so easily. He summoned all of his strength and fought back with a ferocity that matched the stranger's own.

The battle raged on, each blow more powerful than the last, each strike more intense than the one before. The sky darkened as the two warriors clashed, their powers exploding in a maelstrom of energy and destruction.

Black Adam's thoughts were in turmoil. He was a proud and powerful being, one of the strongest in the universe, but he was no match for this young man with his mysterious magic and immense power.

Black Adam struggled to keep up, his blows landing with less and less force as the stranger's power seemed to grow with each passing moment. He felt a sense of desperation growing within him, a fear that he was facing a foe that he could not defeat.

But even as these thoughts consumed him, Black Adam refused to give up. He was a champion, and he would not be defeated so easily. He summoned all of his strength and fought back with a ferocity that matched the stranger's own.

"Who is this young man?" Black Adam thought to himself as he fought. "Where did he come from? How can he possess such power?"

Despite his efforts, Black Adam could not get rid of the uneasy sense that the stranger's power reminded him of something. It seems as though he had come upon it in the past, in a long-gone era. But despite his best efforts, he was unable to place or date its appearance.

He was no match for this young man, and he knew it. But still, he fought, driven by a stubborn determination to prove himself, to prove that he was not defeated so easily.

As Black Adam struggled to keep up with the stranger's speed, he was filled with disbelief. He had heard of the Speed Force, of course. It was a powerful force that was said to grant immense speed to those who could harness it. But he had never encountered it before, and he was shocked to find that his opponent was able to use it so effortlessly.

"How can this be?" Black Adam thought to himself as he fought. "This speed is legendary, only a few, like The Flash, should be able to be this fast. And yet this young man is speeding as if it was nothing."

Black Adam felt a sense of urgency developing inside him as he strained to keep up with the stranger's motions. Although he was well renowned for his tremendous strength, it appeared that might alone was unable to overcome this young guy. He was up against an opponent unlike any he had ever met before, and he was beginning to see that he couldn't stand a chance against him.

"What kind of person is this?" Black Adam thought to himself. How did he gain such power?"

Despite his best efforts, Black Adam was unable to keep up with the stranger's speed.

Black Adam was surprised to see the stranger using not one, but two power rings simultaneously as he battled him. One ring was a brilliant yellow, representing fear, while the other was a deep blood red, representing fury. Black Adam had never encountered anything like it before, and he was filled with disbelief as he saw the stranger use the two rings together in perfect harmony.

"Two power rings?" Black Adam thought to himself. "How can this be? The power of one ring is already immense, but to wield two at the same time, that should be impossible."

As he watched the stranger unleash the full extent of his power, Black Adam felt a sense of awe mixed with fear. He had always thought of himself as one of the most powerful beings on the planet, but he was beginning to realize that he was nothing compared to this young man.

"This can't be," Black Adam thought to himself. "How can this stranger be so powerful? How can he match the strength of the Man of Steel?"

As the stranger used his incredible strength to overpower Black Adam, he began to realize the full extent of the stranger's power. He could see the raw physical force behind each of the stranger's blows, and he was stunned by the sheer power that he was witnessing.

"He is stronger than Superman," Black Adam thought to himself. "This cannot be true"

The fight between Black Adam and the stranger came to a dramatic conclusion, as the stranger unleashed the full extent of his power. With his two power rings and incredible strength, he was able to overpower Black Adam, who was unable to keep up with the stranger's incredible speed and power.

Black Adam, formerly regarded as one of the most potent creatures on the world, was no match for this enigmatic young man now. He could feel his vitality ebbing away with each passing second, and he realized he was going to lose.

"ADMIT DEFEAT, BLACK ADAM," the young man commanded, his voice filled with authority.

Black Adam hesitated for a moment, his pride and sense of self-worth battling against his newfound obedience. But in the end, he knew that he was powerless against the young man's magic.

"I admit defeat," Black Adam said, his voice heavy with resignation.

The young man grinned with a triumphant expression. One of the planet's most powerful entities had been beaten by him.

Black Adam fell beaten at the young man's feet as he stood triumphant. As the battle ended, the young guy went over to the champion who had fallen and kneeled at his side. Knowing that he was at the mercy of this enigmatic stranger, Black Adam stared up at him with a mix of dread and rage.

With a flick of his wrist, the young man summoned forth an unknown magic, etching a tattoo onto Black Adam's chest. The tattoo pulsed with dark energy, and Black Adam felt a powerful bond forming between himself and the young man.

The young man stood up, a cruel smile playing across his lips as he gazed down at the fallen hero. He raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he absorbed Black Adam's powers into himself. The young man felt a rush of power coursing through his veins, and he reveled in the newfound strength that was now his to command.

"You are mine now, Black Adam," the young man said, his voice filled with a sense of triumph. "Your powers, your abilities, all belong to me." the young man said, a cruel smile playing across his lips.

"SHAZAM!" the young man shouted, and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck him from the sky. The light was blinding, and for a moment, Black Adam had to shield his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw that the stranger had the symbol of the wizard Shazam emblazoned on his chest.

"What is this?" Black Adam said, taken aback by the transformation.

"I am the new true leader of this world," the stranger said, his voice now deep and commanding.

Black Adam stood in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. "This is not possible," he repeated. "Nothing about this should be possible."

The stranger chuckled. "And yet, here I am," he said. "With all of your power, and more. I told you, I stole your powers. And now, I have become more powerful than you could ever dream of being."

Black Adam's rage boiled over, and he lunged at the stranger, determined to reclaim what was rightfully his. But with a flick of his wrist, the stranger unleashed a burst of energy that sent Black Adam flying back.

"You are nothing," the stranger said, his voice cold and cruel. "You are a slave, a mere shadow of your former self."

Black Adam looked at the stranger, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I do not understand," he said. "What do you mean by stealing my powers?"

"This is what I meant when I said that I stole your powers," the stranger said, a smirk on his lips. "I made a copy of them and improved upon that copy. But that symbol on your chest not only enslaves you but also allows me to control the percentage of power you can have. Your powers are a gift from the gods. But with that gift, comes a certain amount of control. And now, that control belongs to me. I can increase or decrease the amount of power you have at any given moment, all with just a thought. That symbol on your chest is a constant reminder of my control over you. You may have all of your powers left, but that is just because I allow you to."

Black Adam was completely bewildered by the stranger's abilities and powers. He had never encountered anything like this before and it was difficult for him to grasp the concept of someone having such control over his abilities. He felt a mix of anger, frustration, and confusion as he tried to make sense of the situation.

"You mean to say that even now, with my powers still intact, I am still at your mercy?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

The stranger nodded, his expression triumphant. "Yes, that is exactly what I mean. The tattoo on your chest not only enslaves you but also regulates the amount of power you can access. You are my puppet, Black Adam, and you will dance to my tune"

"What do you mean?" Black Adam growled, his eyes blazing with anger as he tried to strike at the young man. However, as soon as his fist was about to connect, he was stopped in his tracks by a searing pain that shot through his body. He doubled over, clutching his chest as he felt the magic of the tattoo surging through him.

"You are bound to me now," the young man said, his voice cold and merciless. "The magic of that tattoo prevents you from disobeying me or acting against me in any way. And if you try, you will feel the full extent of its power."

Black Adam gritted his teeth, fighting against the pain as he tried to resist the young man's control. But it was no use. The tattoo was too powerful, and he was powerless against its magic.

"Why?" Black Adam said through gritted teeth. "Why are you doing this?"

"I have my reasons," the young man said, his voice still cold and emotionless. "And they are not for you to know. All you need to know is that you will do as I say and that you will be my instrument of destruction."

"You will never control me!" Black Adam shouted as he tried to strike the stranger. But just as his fist was about to connect, the tattoo on his chest glowed with a dark purple light, sending a wave of pain through his body.

As the tattoo that was triggered on Black Adam's chest began to hurt, he yelled in anguish. He strained to hold himself upright since he had never experienced such severe pain before.

Black Adam recoiled in agony, his body writhing in pain. He could feel the stranger's magic coursing through his veins, controlling his movements and forcing him to submit to the stranger's will.

" How many times do I have to repeat myself, Black Adam?" the stranger said, a smirk on his face. "You are now mine to command. You will do as I say, and you will serve me without question."

Black Adam was filled with rage, but he was unable to resist the power of the tattoo. He had been defeated, and he was now a slave to the stranger's will. The once proud and powerful man was now nothing more than a mere puppet, controlled by the mysterious young man's magic.

"This is bullshit!" Black Adam shouted, his voice filled with anger and resentment. "I will never serve you! I am Black Adam, and I will never submit to anyone!"

The stranger simply laughed at Black Adam's words, and replied, "You will submit, Black Adam. You have no choice. You are now mine, and you will do as I say."

Black Adam was filled with rage and frustration, but he was powerless to resist the stranger's magic. The tattoo on his chest glowed with a dark purple light, reminding him of his defeat and his new status as a slave.

"You underestimate me, stranger," Black Adam said, his voice filled with determination. "I am not one to be easily controlled. I will find a way to break free from your grasp."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a sharp shock of pain coursed through his body, and Black Adam felt the stranger's magic tighten its hold on him. He was momentarily stunned, unable to move or speak.

The stranger chuckled, a sinister smile on his face. "Even a strong enough thought of disobedience or betrayal will activate the tattoo, Black Adam. You will never escape me."

Black Adam felt his heart sink as he realized the full extent of his situation. He was a slave to the stranger's magic, controlled by a mysterious young man with unimaginable power. The once proud and mighty hero was now nothing more than a mere puppet, and there seemed to be no way out.

Black Adam felt a wave of hopelessness wash over him. He had always been a force to be reckoned with, feared, and respected by all who knew him. But now, he was nothing more than a puppet, controlled by another's will.

He felt the weight of his defeat crushing down on him, and for the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do. He had always been confident and sure of himself, but now he was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"What have I become?" he thought to himself. "I am no longer free, but a slave to another's will. How can I possibly break free ?"

"You will never be free." said the stranger as if he read the thoughts of Black Adam. "You will obey like a dog until your last breath, you will serve me as your one and only Master"

Black Adam's heart sank as he heard the stranger's words. The cruel finality in the stranger's voice left no room for doubt or negotiation. Black Adam was truly trapped, with no escape from the stranger's control.

"I will never bow to you," Black Adam said through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with anger. "I am Black Adam, the ruler of Kahndaq. I will never be your servant."

The stranger chuckled, a dark and ominous sound that sent chills down Black Adam's spine. "You will learn," the stranger said. "You will learn to obey, and you will serve me, or you will suffer a fate worse than death. The choice is yours, Black Adam."

"What is your name?" said Black Adam

The stranger turned back to Black Adam, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips. "My name is not important," the stranger said. "You may call me master, or you may call me nothing at all. All that matters is that you will do as I say, without question or hesitation."

Black Adam clenched his fists, his anger growing with each passing moment. "I will never call you master," he said through gritted teeth.

The stranger's smile faded, replaced by a cold, hard expression. "That is your choice," he said. "But remember, any thoughts of disobedience or betrayal will activate the tattoo, and you will suffer. Do not test me, Black Adam. I have no mercy for those who oppose me. But do not be afraid, I am a kind master, under me, you will no longer be a filthy criminal, but a tool for true order."

With those words, the stranger turned and flew away, leaving Black Adam standing alone and defeated. The former hero of Kahndaq was filled with rage and frustration, but he knew deep down that the stranger was right. He was no longer a free man, but a prisoner to the stranger's will. Just as he was a slave thousands of years ago.