c4: What Race Are You?
Two days passed quickly.
Around 1 PM that afternoon, Harvey donned a cloak, completely covering his body. The material seemed to drink in surrounding light like a living shadow, and a chilling aura radiated from him something closer to an extradimensional presence than mere cold air, reminiscent of the death-aspected energies described in Marvel lore surrounding entities like Mistress Death.
He vanished from his home, heading towards the rendezvous point given by the bounty poster.
Normally, Harvey would drive or fly, but as the Grim Reaper, concealment through mundane means was unnecessary. His current state allowed him to bypass conventional perception something far closer to phase-shifting or spatial slipping than simple invisibility, echoing certain phasing abilities seen in enhanced individuals like Kitty Pryde, though far more ominous in nature.
In less than an hour, Harvey arrived at the location.
He looked around and listened, his perception extending beyond ordinary human senses. His awareness resembled a fusion of extrasensory perception and life-force detection something akin to how certain cosmic beings or mutants perceive bio-signatures.
He discovered that besides three known life forms within the building, there were no other presences inside.
A few people lingered in the distance, subtly observing his direction.
Harvey observed that they wore suits and ties, appearing like ordinary office workers. However, their life energy betrayed them—their vitality, neural activity, and muscular readiness were far beyond civilian baselines, closer to peak-conditioned operatives like S.H.I.E.L.D. field agents or even enhanced soldiers.
Harvey couldn't directly discern a person's identity, but he could judge their strength through their life energy signatures.
Absorbing these people would grant him a large number of evolution points. Their vitality alone suggested years of training, possibly combat exposure. However, Harvey wouldn't kill without reason; accepting a mission was a different matter.
Judging from their attire and coordinated positioning, these people could only belong to three categories: plainclothes FBI agents, private military contractors, or agents of a global intelligence organization.
Given their discipline and synchronized awareness, the last possibility was the most likely S.H.I.E.L.D.
Harvey didn't delve further into their identities; observation would reveal everything in time.
He wasn't a merciful mutant who hesitated to attack anyone. In truth, his mindset aligned more with entities that existed outside conventional morality closer to cosmic arbiters than human heroes.
If someone showed obvious hostility or attacked him, he would eliminate them without hesitation.
Harvey then descended silently from the sky to the sixth floor. His movement did not disturb air currents in any natural way, it was as if space itself yielded to him.
Seeing the beautiful red-haired woman in the window and the other two people in the room,
he recognized them instantly.
Natasha Romanoff Black Widow, a former KGB assassin turned S.H.I.E.L.D. operative.
Phil Coulson a senior agent known for his composure and tactical intelligence.
And the man standing at the center
Nick Fury.
Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division.
Harvey simply passed through the window and entered the room, his body phasing through solid matter without resistance, as though the molecular bonds of the glass held no authority over him.
Nick Fury, Coulson, and Natasha were waiting for the mercenary known as Death.
Harvey appeared directly in the triangle formed by Natasha, Nick Fury, and Coulson, his presence abrupt and unnatural, like a shadow manifesting into substance.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
The sudden voice caused Nick Fury, Coulson, and Natasha to turn around instantly.
Natasha, almost instinctively, drew her gun and aimed it in the direction of the voice. Her reaction speed was extraordinary consistent with her enhanced conditioning from the Red Room program but even so, she was a fraction too slow.
The tall figure draped in a jet-black cloak appeared, emanating a chilling aura that seemed to suppress the temperature and atmosphere of the entire room.
When Natasha saw this cloaked figure, radiating an eerie, almost necrotic aura, a bead of cold sweat involuntarily trickled down her forehead.
Nick Fury turned around, his single eye narrowing sharply in shock. His instincts honed through encounters with beings like the Kree, Skrulls, and Carol Danvers immediately flagged this entity as something far beyond a conventional enhanced human.
Coulson immediately drew his gun, his eyelids twitching when he saw the figure.
However, his agent's discipline kept him composed, preventing him from outwardly showing shock, though the subtle tightening of his grip and a dry swallow betrayed his inner tension.
Nick Fury, seeing the figure and sensing its oppressive presence, couldn't help but think
If this man wielded a scythe, he would be indistinguishable from the Grim Reaper itself.
Nick Fury knew he had truly found the right person. This was undeniably a superpowered individual possibly even beyond the standard classification of enhanced humans.
"I think you must be Mr. Death."
"I'm Nick Fury, the one who contacted you on the dark web. Would you mind if we sat down and talked?"
Nick Fury immediately composed himself and spoke with controlled politeness, choosing diplomacy over provocation.
Harvey moved instantly, sitting down on the sofa.
To Nick Fury, Natasha, and Coulson, the movement resembled teleportation no acceleration, no transition, just displacement.
"This is our first meeting, and you acted instinctively, so I won't hold it against you this time."
"However, if you point a gun at me and attempt to fire again, I will consider that hostility and treat you as an enemy."
Harvey's voice was cold, layered with a subtle pressure that felt almost psychological as if the concept of death itself was pressing against their minds.
Natasha and Coulson broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing these words.
Almost simultaneously, all three of them mentally categorized this man known as Death as extremely dangerous—beyond standard threat levels, possibly requiring classification alongside enhanced individuals or unknown entities.
Having been a high-level operative for decades and having worked alongside Captain Marvel Carol Danvers—Nick Fury understood better than anyone how dangerous superpowered beings could be.
Nick Fury immediately reacted, a friendly smile spreading across his face. He raised his hands slightly and walked slowly towards the sofa opposite Harvey.
"We have no intention of being your enemy, nor do we intend to shoot, so please calm down."
"Let's talk things over amicably."
Nick Fury only lowered his raised hands after sitting down, deliberately showing non-aggression.
"Whatever you want to discuss, since you've chosen me, the deposit is at least ten million."
"I assume you've prepared the money; you won't leave me empty-handed, will you?"
Harvey didn't seem to care about Nick Fury's gestures and spoke directly, maintaining the persona of a professional mercenary.
"Of course."
Nick Fury nodded, fully aware of the rules governing underground operatives like the Grim Reaper.
That was precisely why he had prepared the money in advance to prevent any breakdown in negotiations… or fatal misunderstandings.
Coulson, receiving Fury's signal, lowered his gun and opened several briefcases placed nearby, each filled with neatly arranged stacks of high-denomination banknotes.
Harvey, seeing the money, confirmed that Nick Fury had made thorough preparations before initiating contact.
Although Harvey already had a clear idea why Nick Fury wanted to meet him recruitment, observation, or containment he chose not to expose it.
"Alright, let's talk now."
"Assassination, elimination of a troublesome target, infiltration, retrieval of classified assets, escort operations anything is possible."
"What kind of mission do you want me to take?"
Harvey spoke as though he were nothing more than a high-tier mercenary, concealing his deeper nature.
"Mr. Death, let me introduce myself first."
"I am Nick Fury, Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division S.H.I.E.L.D."
"I've invited you here to discuss matters that go far beyond what ordinary people can comprehend."
Nick Fury gave a formal introduction, his tone shifting slightly into something more serious.
As for Natasha and Coulson, their identities were already implied. There was no need to elaborate unless necessary.
"Compared to the simple and recognizable FBI, your department's name is unnecessarily long and inefficient,"
Harvey muttered, his tone flat.
The remark caused a brief flicker of awkwardness across the faces of the three seasoned agents.
Nick Fury coughed lightly to diffuse the moment before continuing.
"Ahem… yes, the name is indeed under review."
"However, the name isn't important. What matters is what I'm about to tell you."
"Mr. Death, although I don't fully understand your abilities, it is clear that you are not an ordinary human. You possess power and confidence in that power."
"But even someone like you has only seen a fraction of the true world."
Nick Fury leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering as he began guiding the conversation toward its real purpose.
"Are you implying that your organization knows more than I do?"
Harvey remained calm, his tone unchanged.
"Yes."
"But first, you need to be prepared to accept something beyond human understanding."
Nick Fury paused briefly, then continued.
"The universe far beyond Earth contains countless civilizations."
"Among them are alien races such as the Kree and the Skrulls species capable of interstellar travel, genetic enhancement, and planetary invasion."
"They have already come to Earth once."
"And we only survived because of a single individual—Captain Marvel."
Nick Fury's voice carried weight now, referencing a very real event one tied to Earth's first major confirmed extraterrestrial conflict involving the Skrull infiltration.
"Without her intervention, humanity might have already fallen."
"It sounds like there's no need to be mentally prepared."
"Since individuals like me exist, the existence of aliens is simply a logical extension."
"And even if they are aliens… they can't harm me."
Harvey remained completely unmoved.
This wasn't because Harvey merely understood fragments of the Marvel Universe.
It was because, from his perspective, once beings surpass human limitations whether mutants, enhanced individuals, or cosmic entities then the existence of other powerful races beyond Earth is not extraordinary.
It is inevitable.
Even across different worlds, the moment power transcends biology, the boundary between "human" and "alien" loses meaning.
Power defines existence.
And in that sense
aliens were simply another category of prey… or rival.
For example, in the League of Legends universe, there isn't just humanity. There are vast numbers of non-human races Vastaya, Ascended beings, Void creatures entities that, from a human perspective, could easily be categorized as intelligent extraterrestrial lifeforms.
In Marvel Comics, the same principle applied on a far larger and more dangerous scale. Humanity was only one of countless intelligent species in the universe, existing alongside empires like the Kree, the shapeshifting Skrulls, and even more abstract cosmic entities that defied conventional biological classification.
Nick Fury paused upon hearing Harvey's words, his single eye narrowing slightly as he looked at him, almost as if to say—
Why aren't you reacting the way you're supposed to?
If an ordinary person heard about a past alien invasion about a war involving the Skrulls, a species capable of perfectly mimicking human appearance and infiltrating entire civilizations and how a single hero like Captain Marvel had helped repel that threat and save Earth,
wouldn't they at least show shock? Or disbelief? Or even awe?
After all, according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s classified archives, the Skrull infiltration incident alone had nearly destabilized global security structures. Without intervention, the consequences could have escalated into planetary collapse.
Yet this man
this being calling himself the Grim Reaper
remained completely indifferent.
No shift in breathing. No tension in posture. No emotional fluctuation.
It was as if he had already accepted such truths long ago… or worse, as if such threats were insignificant to him.Then, Nick Fury seemed to realize something.
His expression subtly changed, becoming more cautious, more analytical the look he reserved for unknown variables that could not be easily categorized within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s threat index.
Looking at the indistinct, shadow-wrapped figure of the Grim Reaper, he spoke carefully, choosing his words with precision.
"Excuse my boldness, Mr. Grim Reaper…"
"Where exactly do you come from?"
A brief pause followed. Then, more directly "What race are you?"
"Are you human… or something else?"
The question was no longer casual.
It was a probe.
A classification attempt.
In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operational doctrine, identifying whether a being was human, enhanced human, extraterrestrial, or something beyond those categories determined the entire response protocol from recruitment… to containment… to elimination.
This question stumped Harvey, causing him to fall into genuine thought.
For the first time since entering this world, his identity was not something he could dismiss with a simple answer.
The reason Harvey hesitated was that based on his previous life, his memories, and the circumstances of his transmigration into this body, he was undeniably human.
His consciousness, cognition, and self-awareness all originated from a human perspective.
However with the existence of the Void System within him, everything had begun to change.
The system granted him the evolutionary characteristics of the Void a concept that, even within Marvel's cosmic framework, could be loosely compared to entities that consumed and adapted endlessly, similar in principle to beings like the Brood or certain symbiote strains, though far more extreme in evolutionary potential.
Through this system, Harvey possessed the ability to evolve infinitely, devour life energy, and grow stronger without a clear upper limit.
His lifespan had already surpassed normal biological constraints, entering an undefined state something closer to long-lived enhanced beings or even low-tier immortality.
Furthermore, he could completely transform into Kha'Zix the Voidreaver a predatory entity whose entire existence revolved around adaptation, evolution, and killing efficiency.
In that form, Harvey was no longer even structurally human.
His physiology, combat instincts, and perception shifted into something entirely alien something that prioritized survival and evolution above all else.
Moreover, this was only the beginning.
As he continued to evolve, he would gain even more Void-based abilities, further distancing himself from human limitations.
So the question naturally arose, Was he still human?
Or had he already become something closer to the Void itself?
Harvey had never seriously considered this question before.
Survival and power had always taken priority.
But now faced with a direct question from Nick Fury, he was forced to confront it.
Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff, and Phil Coulson watched as the Grim Reaper suddenly fell silent.
The room, already tense, seemed to grow heavier.
To them, this silence was not hesitation.
It was calculation.
Natasha and Coulson had both heard Nick Fury speak about Captain Marvel—Carol Danvers and the extraterrestrial conflicts involving the Kree-Skrull War.
They also knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. possessed fragments of alien technology energy weapons, propulsion systems, and biological samples recovered from past encounters.
This was no longer speculation.
Aliens existed.
That was a confirmed fact.
However
believing in something and facing it directly were two entirely different things.
Neither Natasha nor Coulson had ever stood face-to-face with a being that might not be human.
And the entity before them
this Grim Reaper
was not only potentially non-human…
but also extremely dangerous.
A being capable of bypassing physical barriers, appearing without warning, and exerting a psychological pressure that even trained agents struggled to withstand.
As humans, as long as they maintained non-hostile intent, they could rely on basic patterns of human behaviornegotiation, deterrence, mutual benefit.
But if this Grim Reaper was not human
if he lacked any emotional or psychological connection to Earth, humanity, or even conventional morality, then everything changed. Because in that case they weren't negotiating with a man. They were facing an unknown entity.
And if their assumptions were wrong…
if his identity was exposed in a way that triggered hostility, then a confrontation could erupt at any moment.
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