Hello everyone!!
My name is Leo Tyler, and I am... 7 years old!
And guess what?
I love my big brother more than anything in the world.
He's my best friend. My hero. My everything!
He always tells me stories about how he fights secret bad guys and protects people from the shadows.
(So cool... So so so COOL!!!)
Right now, I'm sitting on the couch in our living room, watching my favorite show ever—
"SPIDERMAN!!"
I sang as loud as I could:
"SPIDERMAN, SPIDERMAN! DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN!!"
I was kicking my legs in the air, waving my arms like webs were coming out!
Then the door opened.
"I'm home."
That voice. I turned around fast and gasped.
"BROTHERRRRRR!!!!"
I jumped off the couch like I was flying and ran straight to him.
He had his usual black hoodie on, with his mysterious serious face—but when he saw me, he smiled.
He bent down and ruffled my hair.
"Are you doing good?"
He shook my head like it was a soda can.
"Uhm!!" I nodded hard.
Then he knelt down and pulled something out of his bag.
"Here. My gift to you."
(G-GIFT?!?)
I opened the box fast.
"WHOA!!"
Inside was a shiny new Spider-Man action figure—with swinging arms and everything!!
"HOW IS IT?" he asked, waiting for my reaction.
I gave him the biggest smile ever and hugged him as hard as I could.
"THANK YOU, BROTHER!!!"
He chuckled softly and patted my back.
"Welcome, little guy."
I pulled back and looked at him seriously for a second.
"Uhm… Brother… how's your right hand? Is it still throbbing?"
His smile shifted slightly, and he held up his right arm. He opened and closed his fist.
"No. I already control it now… the Black Dragon sealed inside my right hand has been subdued."
My eyes sparkled like the stars in cartoons.
"SOOOOO COOL!!!"
(My brother is a real hero. A real anime hero. With powers… and gifts… and a heart of gold!)
I don't care if other people think he's weird.
To me, he's the coolest guy ever.
My big brother… is the strongest in the world.
We went to my room after that, and I was still holding my new Spider-Man figure.
Tyler looked around my messy room and smiled like always. He picked up one of my drawings on the floor—it was a picture I made of him fighting a giant monster with his black dragon hand.
"You drew this?" he asked.
I nodded proudly.
"Yup!! That's you punching a slime boss to save the city!!"
He let out a small laugh and held it up to the light.
"You're getting better at drawing. Looks cooler than I do in real life."
(Liar. You look way cooler than this.)
I puffed up my cheeks.
"No way! You're the coolest in real life too!"
Tyler smiled again… that kind of smile that felt like a secret.
Then he crouched beside my bed and looked serious.
"Leo."
"Huh?"
"Today's mission… is a stealth operation."
He held a finger to his lips.
"Objective: Put Agent Leo to bed without waking up the enemy… Grandma Helen."
I covered my mouth to hide my giggle.
"Roger that, Captain Tyler."
I saluted.
He helped me climb under the covers, then tucked me in just right—like a blanket burrito.
The lights were off now, and the only light was from the moon outside and the small blue glow of my nightlight.
I looked up at him.
"Brother… when I grow up, I want to fight bad guys like you."
He didn't answer right away.
He just looked at me with a gentle face, like he wanted to say something important but didn't know how.
Then finally, he spoke softly.
"If I can keep the world safe… maybe you won't have to."
I blinked.
"…But I still wanna be strong like you."
Tyler patted my head again.
"You already are. The strongest little brother I could ask for."
(Waaahhh… That made my chest all warm… What's this feeling???)
I yawned real big, holding my Spider-Man tight.
"Good night, brother…"
Tyler stood up and said
"Good night, Agent Leo. Mission complete."
That day I fell asleep smiling.
….
Tyler POV
My little brother Leo was fast asleep, drooling like a peaceful, snoring potato under his dinosaur blanket.
I, however, had work to do.
(There are still secrets crawling beneath the surface. Enemies lurking behind fake smiles. Lies dressed up as normal life. And only I—Tyler Foster, Level 100 OmniScript wielder—can stop them.)
I stepped toward the far side of my room.
There, plastered on the wall like innocent decoration, was a flat, cartoony-looking poster of a tiny house.
Bright colors. Smiling windows. Totally sus.
I placed my hand on the door drawn in crayon lines.
With a low hum, the poster peeled forward and popped open like a book, expanding into a shimmering dimensional gateway.
The Hide House.
A secret lair that exists outside space and time. Only I can enter. Not Grandma Helen. Not
Leo. Not the IRS. No one.
I stepped through the door. Instantly, the air shifted.
Inside: glowing blue panels, floating monitors, shelves lined with tools and blueprints, and glowing crystals pulsing with system energy.
"Inventory—summon: Slimy."
With a wet blorp, my beloved slime companion popped into existence mid-air and landed on my chest.
"So cute."
I pet him gently. He jiggled like a happy jelly bean on a trampoline.
Slimy blorped affectionately.
(He's the heart of the team. The emotional support blob. The only one who understands me on a molecular level.)
Then I reached deep into my system.
"Summon: Phonx."
A swirl of fire erupted in the corner of the room. Out from the blaze soared a majestic, golden-red phoenix, wings stretched wide, flames licking the air—but completely harmless to the interior.
Phonx landed beside me, regal and dignified as ever.
The two of them—fire and goo—turned to face me.
I stood proud, arms crossed.
"We will create another comrade."
Slimy wobbled in excitement.
Phonx tilted his head like a curious professor.
(This next creation… it'll be different. Smarter. Stronger. Maybe a tank type. Or a healer? Maybe a mech-suit goose with satellite uplink?)
But before I let my imagination run wild—
"But before that," I said seriously, turning toward the control panel,
"I need to know the situation in the real world."
The lights dimmed. The floating monitors lit up.
Each screen showed the live feed from my five most trusted aerial agents:
….
Bird Scouts: Real-World Surveillance Feed
Recon Falcon Alpha – majestic and tactical, circling high above the city skyline. A top-down view of the school, parks, and the bald man's house.
Operation Tweetblade – zigzagging across alleyways and rooftops. Currently dive-bombing a cat for some reason still watching the mask mens.
Dark Crow Unit 7 – perched in the shadows, red-eyed, silently watching Sara Debeu's neighborhood. His feed flickered every few seconds. Classic stealth camo.
Larry – upside down. Again. Peeking into a trash can. I sighed.
(He's trying. He's just... Larry.)
Angry Bird – aggressively pecking at a parked car mirror. Constantly mad.
The feed vibrated from his pure rage. Respect.
….
I narrowed my eyes.
(Still no movement. No signs of enemy activation. No shadow syndicate signals. But I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones. Something... is coming.)
I looked back at Slimy and Phonx.
"Stay alert," I said.
"The calm before the storm always comes before the thunder."
Phonx squawked softly.
Slimy blorped like a war drum made of pudding.
And in that silent, glowing lair beneath the normal world... Tyler Foster prepared to create again. With that years passes by
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Tyler's POV
4 years.
FOUR. YEARS.
And still, nothing.
No syndicate.
No supernatural assassins.
No government conspiracy.
Not even one masked clown with a glowing eye and tragic backstory.
"WHY!!" I shouted into my pillow at 12:07 a.m.
(I'm already level 300. I've trained. I've suffered. I've CREATED. And yet... still nothing? What's the point of having the OmniScript system if my enemies are too scared to even show their faces?)
I sighed, sitting up in bed.
Slimy, curled into a glowing ball beside me, let out a sleepy blorp.
"I know, Slimy. I know. They're out there. They're just hiding."
(Cowards.)
Anyway…
In approximately 13 hours, I'll be graduating from high school.
Yeah. High school.
Somehow, between shadow battles and delusional breakdowns, I still got good grades.
Grandma Helen and Leo, now 9 years old and way too obsessed with anime, comics etc.. kekeke due to me, Anyway, both are coming to see me walk across that stage.
My "friends" will be there too.
They call me chuunibyou
I know. I have birds.
But that's fine.
Because they don't know what I've become.
They don't know that I am the chosen one
…
Just last years, I create another creature
A creature born from my very shadow.
A manifestation of my inner darkness and ultimate stealth.
I call him:
Umbro – My Shadow Pet.
He can slide through cracks, scale walls, and become completely flat like 2D paper when needed.
His voice is like a whisper inside your skull.
He's adorable and terrifying.
Right now, he's curled under my desk in his default orb form, disguised as just another dark patch.
(Of course,No one must ever see all my creatures.)
Which is why, when needed, I use my OmniScript to:
Cloak my creations in active invisibility
Or store them in my Inventory System—my own pocket dimension
"Safety first," I muttered, giving Umbro a pat with my foot.
He purred like a shadowy cat.
…..
I glanced at the time.
12:16 a.m.
(Tch. Still too early to get ready. But I can't sleep.)
I stood, pushing my window open and letting the cool night air in.
The world was quiet. Still. Suspiciously peaceful.
I raised my hand to the moon, like I always do.
"Come, disaster. Come challenge me. I'm ready now."
Slimy blorped louder this time, clearly annoyed. He must agreed with what I said
"I know right... Haysst I just want the arc to start already."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Umbro slowly shift shape—taking the vague silhouette of a cloak with glowing red eyes.
(It's okay. Soon. It has to be soon. Right?)
Tomorrow, I'll wear my cap and gown, smile in the pictures, act like everything's normal.
But deep inside, I know...
The world still needs saving.
And I'm the only one prepared for it right?
To be continue