Chapter 13 - CHAPTER TWELVE: PREDATOR SIMULATION ROOM

CHAPTER TWELVE: PREDATOR SIMULATION ROOM

"Five Years of Quiet Flame"

🌌 Elvaris Mansion – Underground Training Chamber | 1995

Beneath the marble and starlight of the Elvaris Estate, past biometric locks, cloaking seals, and dimensional folds, there lay a chamber not found on any blueprint.

It was deep.

Quiet.

Alive.

The floor was obsidian-black, etched with pale glowing sigils—lines of mana-threaded circuitry pulsed like breath beneath the surface. The air shimmered faintly with suspended elemental energy, thick and silent, like the eye of a storm.

This was not a gym.

This was a forge.

The Predator Simulation Room.

Velmir's forge.

🐉 Velmir – True Form

No school uniform. No tiny shoes or innocent grin.

Here, Velmir stood tall in his true form—lean, elegant, the quiet sharpness of Guy Crimson in his posture, the calm weight of Rimuru in his expression. Pale-blue markings pulsed just under his skin. His wings—sleek, shaped like folded obsidian blades streaked in soft arcane blue—rested against his back, half-dormant.

Around his hands, energy danced: threads of wind, steam, ember, pressure, dust, frost.

He exhaled.

"Begin predator combat simulation," he said quietly.

"Acknowledged," Viera's voice echoed across the chamber. "Loading construct batch 003. Elemental combat parameters confirmed. Containment barriers sealed. Regeneration monitored. Proceed when ready."

🔥 Simulation: Predator Mode

The floor glowed.

The constructs emerged.

From glowing runic circles, figures began to rise—shifting, wordless echoes made of raw elemental will:

A wolf wreathed in magma, breath flickering with flame

A wind serpent coiling like silk in the air

A colossus of emerald-veined stone

A mist mimic—hovering, silent, toxic

Velmir flexed his fingers once. Power stirred at his spine.

Then—he moved.

⚔️ Combat: Flow Like Wind, Strike Like Thunder

He vanished.

Or rather—he moved so fast he left nothing but stillness behind.

Sliding beneath the fire-wolf, he thrust his hand upward. A black-blue tendril of energy slithered from his palm, piercing the beast's chest like liquid fang.

"Predator: Activated."

"Fire Resistance: Acquired."

"Combustion profile absorbed. Internal threshold raised."

He twirled mid-air, summoning water from the moisture in the room. A spear formed. He flung it low—right at the colossus's knee joint.

The stone groaned, then shattered.

"Earth property identified. Structural weakness noted. Stone resonance signature mapped."

He landed silently as the poison mimic surged toward him.

He didn't dodge.

"Predator," he whispered.

"Toxic density: high. Neuro-corrosive variant detected."

"Poison Resistance: Acquired."

The mimic imploded as the vapor collapsed into his palm.

The wind serpent shrieked in a soundless gust. Velmir's eyes glinted. His wings unfolded—just slightly. He exhaled, and lightning flickered through the air.

He snapped his fingers.

The serpent convulsed and dissolved in static light.

🧠 Aftermath

Silence.

Velmir stood in the center of the room again—shirtless, breath steady, body unmarked.

The last construct vanished into mist.

He wasn't panting. Wasn't strained.

He was… quiet.

Still.

Almost disappointed.

"Simulation complete," Viera announced. "Predator processing complete. Magicule saturation: 54%. Convergence rate: stable at 6% per hour. Combat regeneration: suboptimal."

Velmir tilted his head. "We'll hold until Stark finalizes the ARC Reactor. Then I'll borrow it."

"Temporarily?"

"…Sure."

⏳ Five Years Later – Year 2000

Ten years old, officially.

In public, Velmir Elvaris was the charming heir of a mythic bloodline. A rare child prodigy of poise, grace, and intellect. Rumored to be the son of secluded nobles, born in a castle few had seen.

But beneath the polished smile, the brushed hair, the charming bow?

A predator watched the world with calm eyes.

🌐 Velmir's Growth – Internal Surveillance Summary

Elemental Mastery: Air, fire, water, earth, lightning, thermal variance

New Hybrid Skills:

Mud Control (water + earth)

Poison Mist Manipulation

Lightning Folding

Predator Evolution: Now isolates, absorbs, and catalogs molecular traits

Great Sage: Fully evolved. Displays dry wit. Occasional sarcasm. Operates at 0.003s mental response time.

Cooking: Advanced. Can produce cuisine capable of pacifying minor deities.

Music: Fluent in piano, violin, and traditional Japanese flute.

Combat: High-precision, instinctive control. Limits internal power to avoid reality warping.

Emotional Progress: Learned patience, subtlety, compassion, restraint

🧬 Global Surveillance: Game Pieces in Motion

• Tony Stark:

24. CEO. Arrogant genius. ARC prototype unstable. Still two years from Afghanistan.

"Burning himself to brilliance. Still worth watching."

• SHIELD:

Agents poking at Malibu—none return with results.

"Let them try."

• Wanda & Pietro:

Still in HYDRA's hands.

"Their chains will break… soon."

• Xavier Institute:

Confirmed. Cerebro evolving. One boy missing from upstate registry.

"Charles is waking."

• Bruce Banner:

Gamma experiments accelerating. Edge of accident.

"The green storm brews."

• Strange:

Still a surgeon. Ego unshattered.

"His hands have not yet broken."

• Carol Danvers:

Silent above the stars. Signal dormant.

"The comet sleeps."

• Loki & Thor:

Still Asgard's princes. Still unaware.

"The frost has not yet cracked the golden cage."

🕯️ Moonlight Solitude – The Drawing Room

The piano's notes drifted through the mansion like snow.

Velmir sat at the bench, fingers gliding over ivory keys. A soft melody rose—one part lullaby, one part quiet grief. Notes hung in the air, echoing memories of a childhood that was never fully his.

Viera appeared beside him, her projection wrapped in soft light.

"You've come far, Master."

Velmir didn't look away from the keys.

"I have. But the more I grow, the more I remember what I was."

He met his reflection in the piano's polished surface.

"Just a kid. Cold sidewalk. Headphones in. No legacy. No destiny."

A long pause.

"Now… I'm a dragon in silk. Playing Beethoven in a home that cost more than my whole life."

Viera's voice lowered. "Do you regret it?"

Velmir pressed a final note. Let it fade.

"…No. But sometimes, I miss the simplicity."

Then he smiled, slow and real.

"I have friends now. I have time. I have purpose. And soon… I'll have a world to protect."

[END OF CHAPTER TWELVE]