Darren was obsessed with the Ant-Man suit. After relentless effort, he had already developed the Yellowjacket suit—matching, and in many ways surpassing, the Ant-Man suit in performance. Now, only one piece was missing: the ability to shrink living organisms.
Once that breakthrough was achieved, his research would be complete—and the Yellowjacket suit could be mass-produced for future warfare.
Yes, Darren's primary buyer was the U.S. military.
But they weren't the only ones.
There was someone else—far more mysterious—who had also been in contact with him.
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Inside the lab, the researcher entered a string of commands. Several canisters of golden liquid were injected into the machine, which then slowly moved above the lamb.
A beam of golden light shot down.
In an instant, the lamb dissolved into a puddle resembling tomato paste.
The experiment had failed again.
Darren slammed his fist against the glass in frustration, while Hope covered her mouth in shock.
"Trial thirty-four… failed."
Darren's expression darkened, but only briefly. He pressed the intercom again.
"Sterilize the lab completely. Begin trial thirty-five immediately."
Below, the researchers quickly followed orders, while Hope stared at Darren in disbelief.
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In his apartment, Scott splashed water on his face, staring at his reflection with deep disappointment.
His mood matched the gloomy weather outside—dark and hopeless.
Then, his gaze drifted to his backpack.
Inside was the "old motorcycle suit" he had stolen the night before.
"Why would someone lock up a suit like that… in a vault?"
Scott muttered to himself.
He grabbed the bag and pulled the suit out. On the belt, he noticed a button. Opening it, he found two vials of red liquid. Not understanding their purpose, he put them back.
Then he picked up the helmet and examined it closely.
It was mostly silver, with two red markings above the eye area and matching red lenses. The overall design resembled the head of some kind of insect.
"What the hell is this thing?"
Curious, Scott even took out a circuit tester to examine it—before eventually putting the suit on.
The suit was primarily red, made of an unknown material—something between leather and advanced fiber. The lower half consisted of black pants and boots. The silver belt had a red circular centerpiece, and on each index finger was a small, mysterious button.
"Fits pretty well…"
Scott looked at himself in the mirror. The suit fit him perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made.
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Just then, Luis and his crew burst through the door.
"Scott~~~! You good, man?!"
Startled, Scott quickly pulled the shower curtain closed. There was no way he was letting Luis see him like this—it was way too embarrassing.
Out of curiosity, Scott pressed the button on his left hand.
Nothing happened.
No matter how many times he pressed it—still nothing.
So he tried the button on his right hand.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, he plummeted downward, landing headfirst into the bathtub.
Dazed, Scott scrambled to his feet—and froze.
Everything around him had become enormous.
The bathtub looked like a football field. Even the drain plug resembled a massive boulder.
Scott was stunned, his chest heaving like a bellows. He couldn't process what he was seeing.
Then—
A voice spoke in his ear.
"Looks different from this perspective, doesn't it… Scott?"
He spun around frantically, but saw no one.
"Who's there?! Who said that?!"
His voice had turned shrill with panic.
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Suddenly, the shower curtain was yanked open.
Luis loomed overhead like a giant.
"Luis~~! I'm down here~~!!"
Scott waved his arms wildly, shouting at the top of his lungs.
But Luis couldn't hear him.
Instead, he turned on the faucet.
A torrent of water came crashing down like a breached dam.
Scott bolted, but the current was too fast. Within seconds, he was swept away like a leaf in a storm.
Thankfully, the helmet allowed him to breathe underwater.
The rushing water carried him out of the tub and slammed him onto the floor—cracking the tile beneath him.
"Now comes your real test, Scott~~"
The mysterious voice echoed again.
At that moment, Luis started taking off his pants.
"Hey—HEY!! Can you hear me?! I do NOT want to see this!!"
Scott shouted in horror.
But Luis remained oblivious, tossing his pants aside—the belt nearly crushing Scott as it hit the ground.
Scott rolled away frantically—only to slip into a crack between the tiles.
And just like that—
His adventure truly began.
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Falling through the gap, he landed in a nightclub below—crashing onto a DJ's turntable. Spun by the rotating disc, he was flung away by the needle and sent tumbling to the floor.
Then came a barrage of enormous stomping feet.
Dodging for his life, Scott barely escaped—only to be accidentally kicked into an air vent.
Through the ducts he went, until he dropped onto a carpet in someone's apartment.
Vrrrrr—!
Before he could even stand up, a massive vacuum cleaner roared to life and sucked him in.
Caught in the violent airflow, Scott was tossed around wildly—until he burst through the vacuum bag and escaped, scrambling out under a door.
Then—
He felt it.
A presence.
Turning around, he saw it.
A rat.
A gigantic, Godzilla-sized rat staring straight at him.
"OH SH—!!!"
Terrified out of his mind, Scott ran for his life, scrambling and stumbling as the monstrous rat chased after him like prey.
Ahead, he spotted a mousetrap.
He sprinted toward it, hoping to use it against the rat—
But the moment he stepped on it—
Snap!
He was launched into the air.
"AHHHH—!!!"
Screaming, Scott flew out through a second-story window—
And crashed onto the roof of a parked car below.
Clang!
The driver inside glanced up briefly, then ignored it.
In his panic, Scott accidentally hit the button on his left hand.
Boom!
He instantly returned to normal size—
Crushing the car roof inward with a loud impact.
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