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  Looking at the text message, Yagami Light couldn’t help but burst into ughter. It wasn’t every day that L, his eternal rival, would reach out with su unusual request—ohat aligned perfectly with Light’s own ambitions. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on him. Here they were, two men who had spent years trying to outsmart each other, now momentarily united by a on enemy.

  The message was simple, yet filled with an implicit challenge:

  "Cause some trouble for the Hand. Distract them, keep them on edge. I’ll take care of the rest."

  Light’s ughter subsided, repced by a wide grin that reflected his amusement and anticipation. He relished the thought of turning L’s request into something far more chaotic than his rival could have imagined. It wasn’t just about following orders; it was about making a statement—his statement.

  He tapped out a quick reply, his fingers moving with practiced ease:

  "sider it done. But don’t expect it to be subtle."

  With that, he slipped his phoo his pocket, his mind already w through the possibilities. The Hand, a group that prided itself on secred trol, was about to experience chaos on a scale they hadn’t anticipated.

  Light made his way to the edge of the rooftop where he stood, gazing down at the city below. The day was young, and the shadows provided ample cover for what he had pnned. He could feel the familiar thrill of impending flict, the rush of knowing that he was about to disrupt the careful bance of power that so many had worked to maintain.

  But first, he o set the stage. He pulled out his phone again, this time dialing a number from memory. It rang twice before a voi the other end answered—a low, calm voice that Light had e to associate with effid quiet brutality.

  “Mago,” Light greeted, his tone friendly yet ced with the underlying tension of two powerful forces stantly at odds.

  “Ruraito,” came the reply, Mago’s voice measured, as always. “To what do I owe this ued call?”

  “I’m about to make things... iing for the Hand,” Light said casually, as if discussing the weather. “I could use a bit of spectacle. Something that draws attention away from the finer details.”

  There ause oher end, and Light could almost hear the gears turning in Mago’s mind. “And why should I assist you in this?”

  Light’s grin widehe thrill of the game surging through him. "Because it serves both our is," he replied, his tone smooth, almost teasing. "The Hand is experimenting on Homo Superiors, Mago. Twisting their bodies, ing their minds. I’m about to give them a fiery retribution, but..." He let the thought hang in the air, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I don’t have the time or the patieo save those people. Perhaps I should just free them from their pain and this world, hmm?"

  There ause oher end of the line. Light could almost see the cold calcution in Mago’s eyes, the silent weighing of options. The idea of mutants suffering at the hands of the Hand was abhorrent to Mago, but he was no fool. He knew Light wasn’t help out of the goodness of his heart.

  "And you expect me to up after you, Ruraito?" Mago’s voice was a low rumble, carrying the weight of a man who had seen too much, eoo much.

  "sider it an opportunity," Light tered, his voice light, almost pyful. "The Hand is a problem for both of us. I’ll hahe destru, but those mutants? They need someoh a... geouch. Or you leave them to die. Your choice."

  There was a long silence, ohat stretched on just a beat too long. Light knew he ushing the boundaries, but he also knew Mago’s pride wouldn’t allow him to leave those mutants to suffer. Mago might be ruthless, but he was also a man of principles, twisted as they might be.

  Finally, Mago spoke, his voice clipped but resigned. "Where?"

  "Pier 37," Light said, the grin never leaving his face. "In an hour."

  Mago's voice was cold, cutting through the tension like a knife. “I am not avaible, but my associates will be there. You better carve my words into your being, Ruraito—if you hurt my people or those mutants, the ime we meet, I won’t be nice.”

  Light’s grin widened as he listeo the thinly veiled threat, feeling a surge of satisfaago redictable, driven by a code that made him easy to manipute. Light didn’t bother responding directly to the threat; he k was just Mago’s way of maintaining trol in a situation that was already slipping through his fingers.

  “Uood,” Light replied smoothly, his tone devoid of any . He knew he had pushed Mago far enough for now, and any further prodding would be terproductive. “I’ll make sure your people are unharmed.”

  He ehe call before Mago could respond, tug his phone bato his pocket with a sense of finality. The pieces were in pce, and now it was just a matter of exeg the pn. He felt the familiar rush of excitement that came with orchestrating chaos, the thrill of knowing that he was about to upset the ban a way that only he could.

  Light felt excitement building within him, a sensation like gasoline igniting, fueling the fire that roared just beh his skin. In his past life, the Death Note had demanded subtlety, a shadowy hand that maniputed fate from behind the ses. But here, in this world, his power was something far more visceral, something that thrived in the open, leaviru in its wake. He was no lohe unseen god of justice—he was the King of Hell’s Kit, and the fmes he wielded were as visible as the terror they inspired.

  As if something amusing just crossed his mind, Light turned his gaze toward a specific location iy, a wicked smile pying on his lips. "Fisky, Fisk, my dear Kingpin," he mused aloud, his voice carrying a mog tone. "You and the Hand, pying ogether in the sandbox. I suppose it’s only fair I hit you with the same move." He chuckled darkly, the sound eg softly in the air. "I really should thank L for this opportunity. Maybe it’s time I stopped using his name and made my own... Sike! I love this oo much."

  He relished the thought of what was to e—how the chaos he was about to unleash would ripple through Fisk’s carefully structed empire. It erfect, really. L had handed him the means to strike a blow not just at the Hand, but at one of the most powerful men iy. Light’s grin widened as he sidered the possibilities.

  His phone buzzed, pulling him back to the present. A text from L: “Keep your moves uable. The Hand won’t see this ing.”

  Light smirked, typing back swiftly. "Uable is my middle name."

  With a quick, fluid motion, he ighe fmes that had bee his signature. The fire danced along his fingers, casting an eerie glow around him. It was time to set the city abze, both literally and figuratively.

  He leaped from the rooftop, nding gracefully in the alley below. The streets were quiet, almost too quiet, but Light could sehe undercurrent of tension that permeated the air.

  The warehouse distriear Pier 37 was a maze of abandoned buildings and rusted shipping tainers. It was the perfect pce for the Hand to duct their dirty work out of sight, and fht, it was the perfect stage for the spectacle he had pnned. As he approached the area, he could see the telltale signs of the Hand’s presence—shadows flitting across windows, the faint hum of activity that marked aion in full swing.

  Light didn’t bother with subtlety. He strode fidently toward the rgest warehouse, his fmes flickering more intensely as he he entrahe guards stationed outside barely had time tister his presence before he unleashed a torrent of fire, engulfing them in an instant. Their screams were brief, cut off by the roar of the fmes that ed them.

  He stepped over the charred remains without a sed thought, pushing open the door to the warehouse with a casual ease that belied the age he was about to unleash. Ihe se was just as he expected—a group of Hand operatives busily overseeing a batch of their experimental drug. They didn’t notice him at first, too absorbed in their work, but the sudden surge of heat drew their attention.

  Light didn’t waste time. He raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, sent a wave of fire casg across the room. The fmes spread rapidly, igniting everything in their path. Equipment exploded, sending shards of gss aal flying through the air. The operatives scrambled to escape, but there was no outrunning the inferno that Light had unleashed.

  He ughed as lives were snuffed out like dle fmes in a storm, the fire r around him in a symphony of destru. "The thrill of mass murder," Light murmured to himself, his grin widening as he ched his fist, fmes swirling around it. "How I missed this feeling!"

  The warehouse was a bzing inferno now, the operatives' cries drowned out by the crag of the fire that devoured everything. Light moved through the chaos, his eyes gleaming with a cold satisfa as he watched the Hand’s operation fall apart around him. They were scrambling, trying to escape the firestorm, but there was no escape. Not from him.

  As he stepped over the bodies, he noticed a figure moving through the smoke—a lone survivor, desperately trying to reach the exit. Light tilted his head, watg with mild curiosity as the man stumbled and fell, crawling through the debris. There was a moment where Light sidered letting him go, but the thought was fleeting. This was about sending a message, and no one was to be spared.

  He raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, sent a stream of fire straight at the man. The fmes engulfed him in an instant, his scream cut short as his body was ed by the bze. Light watched impassively, his expression never wavering. It was just another life extinguished in the grand scheme of things—one more piece of kindling for the fire he was stoking.

  "Poor fools," Light muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "You ood a ce."

  With the warehouse thhly destroyed, Light turned his attention to the other buildings in the area. He khe Hand wouldn’t be foolish enough to keep all their operations in one pce, but it didn’t matter. His goal wasn’t to wipe them out in one fell swoop—it was to create chaos, to keep them off band make them fear him. And that meant leaving no stourned, no er of the distritouched by his fmes.

  He moved through the district like a shadow, setting fire to every building that bore even a hint of the Hand’s presehe fmes da his and, ing everything in their path with an almost hypnotic grace. Light reveled in the power he wielded, the sheer destru he was capable of unleashing. This was what he was meant for—what he had always bee for. Not as some puppet of the Shinigami, but as a true god of chaos.

  The fire spread rapidly, the district quickly being a fiery wastend. Light could see the glow of the fmes reflected in the windows of the buildings, the sky above tinged with an ominous red. He paused for a moment, taking in the se with a deep sense of satisfa. This was his handiwork, his masterpiece. And it was only the beginning.

  It took only half an hour fht to destroy the pier and kill every agent of the Hand. Bodies y charred and broken, the once bustling district reduced to nothing more than sm ruins. The satisfa Light felt alpable, but the excitement was already beginning to wahis was too easy, tohtforward. There was no challenge in simply wiping out these pawns.

  Perched atop a e, Light stared out over the destru he had wrought, his expression one of mild boredom. He let out a sigh, the fmes in his hand flickering zily as he pondered his move. “I shouldn’t give them an hour to arrive,” he muttered to himself. Time was a luxury he rarely afforded others, and this situation was no exception.

  But then, an idea sparked in his mind, igniting a mischievous glint in his eyes. A slow grin spread across his face as he gathered the fmes in his hand, trating the energy until it burned a brilliant white. “Let’s see how quickly they respond to a direct challenge.”

  He raised his fist to the sky, and with a flick of his wrist, sent a stream of fire upward. The fmes twisted and curled in the air, f letters that bzed against the sky, visible from miles away. Slowly, the letters came together to spell out a single sentehe Hand, your King demands your audience!"

  Light chuckled to himself as he watched the fiery message burn brightly against the afternoon sky. It was a bold move, ohat would surely draw the Hand’s attention—and likely a few others as well. But that was the point, wasn’t it? To force their hand, to make them respond on his terms.

  “This should do it,” Light murmured, his grin widening as he imagihe chaos that would follow. The Hand would have no choice but to react, and when they did, they would find themselves fag an enemy who was already ten steps ahead.

  Lucky fht, it took less than he had given fo's people to arrive. As the group approached, Light's sharp eyes caught sight of the figure leading them—a man in Mago’s signature helmet and cape. But something was off. The way he moved, the subtle differences in his sta wasn’t Mago. Light’s frown quickly faded, repced by a sly grin as he reized who it truly was.

  ‘Mystique,’ Light mused, watg the shape-shifter in disguise with amusement. The ached on her face was almost ving. Almost.

  “Mago” stormed toward him, eyes bzing with fury. “What have you done? You shouldn’t have hurt mutants!” The voice was Mago’s, but the iion was all wrong, too accusatory, too rushed. Mystique’s hand shot out, aiming to grab Light by the colr.

  Light sidestepped the move with ease, his grin widening. “There were no mutants here,” he replied calmly, watg the impostor with keen i. “I called you here because I thought it would take an hour to clear this pce. Turns out, it only took half that time.” He let the words hang in the air, annoyingly casual, knowing it would only stoke Mystique’s frustration.

  Mystique’s disguise faltered for a brief moment, the anger in her eyes giving way to irritation. She didn’t like being misled, and Light khat. But she wasn’t about to drop the act so easily. Her voice, however, betrayed a hint of her true self. “Then why the theatrics? You could’ve just waited.”

  Light’s grin widened. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I wao see how quickly you’d respond. sider it a test.”

  Mystique’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t argue further. Instead, she gestured to the group behind her, all ready for a. “We’re here now. What’s the move?”

  Light turned his ba them, his gaze sweeping over the burning ruins of the warehouse district. “The Hand isn’t far. They’ll be on high alert after this, but they won’t be expeg us to strike again so soon. We move now, before they have a ce troup.”

  Mystique, still in her Mago guise, frowned. “And what’s your role in this? You’ve already set half the city on fire. What’s left for you to do?”

  Light chuckled, the sound low and dark. “I’m not dohere’s still plenty of chaos to unleash, and I io be at the ter of it. You and your people just o focus oing those mutants out before the Hand decides to use them as shields.”

  Mystique’s gaze bore into him, trying to read his iions. But Light didn’t give her anything more than a smug smile. She knew better than to trust him, but their goals aligned, at least for now.

  “Fine,” Mystique said, her voice steady. “But if this goes south, I’ll make sure Mago knows exactly who’s to bme.”

  Light barely aowledged the transformation, a smirk pying on his lips as he turned away, taking the lead. He wasn’t impressed by her little dispy; she was trying too hard. He had no i for Mystique’s theatrics, atempts to rattle him fell ft. The truth was, he found the whole act tiresome.

  Raven watched him with narrowed eyes, clearly irritated that her transformation didn’t eve a rea. She shifted to one of her more alluring forms, as if hoping to catch his attention. But when Light didn’t even gnce back, she silently scoffed, deg in her mind, 'Definitely gay.' It was the only expnation that soothed her bruised ego.

  Light led the group through the dimly lit streets, his steps fident and unhurried. He moved calmly, the fiery destru he had left behind only fueling his resolve. As they approached the location, a more urban area filled with bustling shops and storefronts, Light’s eyes narrowed. Beh the mundane facade of this neighborhood, the Hand had hidden something far more sinister.

  “This is it,” Light announced, his voice cutting through the tense silehat had settled over the group. He stopped in front of a row of seemingly ordinary shops—a bakery, a bookstore, a small eleics repair store. To any passerby, it would look like just another quiet city block. But Light knew better.

  Mystique, still in her beautiful guise, stepped forward, eyeing the surroundings with suspi. “A bakery?” she asked, her tone skeptical. “This is where they’re hiding?”

  Light didn’t bother to turn around, his gaze fixed oorefronts. “The Hand is smart. They know how to blend in, how to keep their operations hidden in pin sight. These shops are just a front. The real facility is underground, ected by tuhat ruh the entire block.”

  “Clever bastards,” one of Mago’s hen muttered, earning a sharp look from Mystique.

  Light smirked, enjoying the quiet tension among the group. “Indeed. But cleverness only get you so far. The moment they realize we’re here, they’ll either go on the defensive or try to escape. We ’t let that happen.”

  “So what’s the pn?” Mystique asked, her voice ced with impatience. She was clearly eager to get this over with, but Light wasn’t about to rush things. This was a delicate operation, ohat required precision and timing.

  Light finally turo face the group, his expression cool and calcuted. “We split up,” he said, his tohoritative. “You and your team will take the stores on the left. Make it quick, but thh. Look for anything out of pce—a hidden door, a trapdoor, anything that could lead us underground.”

  “And what about you?” Mystique asked, her eyes narrowing. She didn’t trust him, that much was clear. But Light didn’t care. Trust wasn’t necessary for this operation to succeed.

  “I’ll take the right side,” Light replied, already moving toward the first shop. “We meet back here in ten minutes. If you find something, don’t eil we regroup. We’re going in together.”

  Mystique hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing her options, but eventually nodded. “Fine. But if you’re pnning to double-cross us—”

  “I don’t have time for betrayals,” Light interrupted, his tone sharp. “I’m here to cause chaos and make a statement, nothing more. Now move.”

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