Ascension Code: Reborn in the DC Universe - Chapter 0128

A figure moved with lethal precision through the dark, dense night, leaping from branch to branch with a fluidity that seemed to defy ordinary gravity, drawing ever closer to a gigantic mansion that rose imposingly on the horizon like a modern fortress isolated from the rest of the world. The darkness around was almost absolute, broken only by the silvery glow of the full moon filtering through the dense canopies of ancient trees, casting long, jagged shadows on the uneven, well-tended terrain. The night air was crisp and heavy with the scent of damp pines, rich earth, and the faint perfume of night-blooming flowers that adorned the extensive gardens surrounding the property, but the figure was not distracted by any of this, concentrating solely on its silent and methodical advance.

Each leap was calculated with perfection, the muscles tensed beneath the dark clothing absorbing the impact without making a sound, as if the wind itself helped to mask his presence. The mansion, colossal in its proportions, displayed high, reinforced walls that encircled the entire property, creating an intimidating physical barrier that separated the luxurious interior from the outside world. The lights that moved rhythmically along the perimeter revealed that the place was heavily guarded by armed guards, beams of lanterns cutting through the darkness in regular patrol patterns, revealing the constant presence of trained and vigilant men who patrolled the expansive gardens and main entrances with military discipline.

This mansion was located in one of the wealthiest areas of Spain, an exclusive region where properties like it symbolized power, influence, and wealth accumulated over generations, surrounded by rolling hills and lush vegetation that offered natural cover for those who knew how to exploit it. It belonged, perhaps, to one of the richest men as well, but his name wasn’t relevant at that moment—what truly mattered was what he kept within those high, protected walls, something valuable enough to justify such a risky infiltration.

The figure continued its advance above the trees, making no sound, the thick, flexible branches serving as an elevated route that allowed it to observe the terrain from above without revealing its position. Its breathing was controlled, its senses amplified, capturing every detail of the environment: the distant rustling of leaves moved by the light breeze, the low hum of security cameras spinning on their axes, and the occasional crackle of the guards’ radios communicating in low tones. The increasing proximity to its objective heightened the tension in the air, but the figure maintained its trained calm, transforming each movement into a natural extension of its skill.

The other approached the tree closest to the mansion wall, an old and robust tree whose highest branches offered a privileged view, although even being the closest, it was still a good hundred meters away from the main structure, creating an open gap that required extreme precision to cross. The shadow, the figure at the top of the tree hiding among the dense leaves, watched the guards moving below with eyes as sharp as blades.

Now that I was closer, I could clearly see that they were heavily armed, carrying various types of compact submachine guns ready for use, with extra magazines visible on their tactical belts, bulletproof vests, and helmets with night-vision visors that increased their effectiveness in the dark. There was a large number of guards, distributed in coordinated patrols covering each sector of the perimeter, moving in pairs or trios to ensure that no point was left unprotected for more than a few seconds—a human surveillance network that made any ordinary intrusion impossible.

The shadow, then, prepared itself with deep concentration, and with the blink of an eye it leaped more than twenty meters high, propelled by a controlled and precise force that launched it forward into the night air. The shadow, now illuminated by the moonlight, revealed, in completely black and tight clothing, the silhouette of a woman whose pronounced and athletic curves stood out against the starry sky, revealing a well-toned, flexible, and powerful body, with proportions that conveyed both beauty and lethality.

The dark, stretchy fabric molded perfectly to her shape, absorbing light instead of reflecting it, making her almost invisible when not directly exposed. She begins to descend in slow motion toward the wall, masterfully controlling her fall to avoid any audible impact, landing perfectly on the other side. She lands crouched, her knees bent absorbing the shock against the neatly manicured lawn of the property’s interior, one hand touching the ground for balance as her senses scan the immediate surroundings for threats.

She glances around and notices some guards approaching, patrol officers on their routine circuit with flashlights sweeping the grounds. With speed so as not to be detected, her feet emit a controlled jet of air that propels her upwards suddenly and silently, lifting her again into the night air. She spins in the air with feline grace, her body rotating in a precise arc that directs her towards the mansion’s roof, and begins to fall in slow motion towards the wide, sloping roof of the gigantic structure.

Once again, she fell in slow motion, without triggering any alarm, her control over the air around her allowing for an almost floating descent that avoided vibrations or sounds that could trigger sensitive sensors. From what her boss had told her, this mansion was apparently guarded by various types of security networks and presence detectors, sophisticated invisible laser systems, motion sensors, and thermal cameras covering every possible angle. However, she knew their exact locations and, thanks to this, was managing to bypass these detectors with surgical precision, tracing a path that exploited blind spots and the exact intervals between scans.

The woman, now atop the mansion’s roof, slowly approached one of the mansion’s chimneys, moving with light, cautious steps across the cold, dark tiles that covered the vast expanse of the roof. This one had been specially selected; after all, it was the one that would bring her as close as possible to her objective, her mission, strategically positioned to offer direct access to the interior areas without passing through the more heavily guarded main corridors. The night breeze blew gently around, carrying the distant scent of the sea a few kilometers away, mingled with the aroma of varnished wood and ancient stone emanating from the imposing mansion.

Each of her movements was deliberate, her body maintaining a balanced tension between readiness and relaxation, her eyes scanning the dark horizon while the wind elemental connected to her soul whispered subtle information about the distant sounds of footsteps and voices below. The chimney stood solid and ornate, an ideal entry point that promised to lead her deeper into her mission without alerting the heavy security protecting the wealthy owner and, more importantly, what he guarded so zealously. The expansive roof stretched around her like a dark ocean of tiles, punctuated by other structures and discreet antennas, reinforcing the feeling that this property was an isolated world of luxury and dangerous secrets.

The woman remained crouched on the wide, sloping roof of the gigantic mansion, the Spanish night wind blowing gently around her as she approached with cautious and precise movements one of the selected chimneys, the one that offered the most direct and strategic access to the interior of the fortified property.

The chimney structure stood solid and imposing before her, made of ancient stone and reinforced bricks that withstood time and the elements, with the opening at the top wide enough to allow controlled entry, but as dark as a bottomless well descending into the depths of the mansion.

She peered into the chimney hole with sharp eyes, her senses amplified by the wind element bound to her soul, capturing the stagnant, cold air rising from within, laden with a faint scent of ancient soot, long-burnt wood, and the oppressive silence of a rarely disturbed space. The darkness within was dense and almost palpable, a black void that swallowed any trace of moonlight above, demanding complete trust in her abilities to navigate it flawlessly.

Immediately afterward, she leaped into the chimney with a fluid and controlled movement, her body gliding through the opening like a living shadow that blended into the dark surroundings. After falling approximately five meters in slow motion, manipulating air currents around her to drastically reduce her descent speed and avoid any impact or sound that could reverberate off the narrow walls, her feet touched a kind of grate that was still preventing her from descending further.

The grate was a metal barrier installed horizontally inside the chimney, designed to block unwanted access, and the contact of her feet on it was light, almost imperceptible, distributing her weight precisely so as not to generate audible vibrations. The darkness inside was overwhelming, so complete that she could only see a hand’s breadth in front of her, the diffuse outlines of the grate and the inner walls of the chimney barely distinguishable in the absolute blackness, forcing her to rely entirely on touch, amplified hearing, and trained instinct to proceed.

Below her, something obstructed her descent, a solid and inflexible barrier separating the upper section of the chimney from the mansion’s interior. The space was cramped, the rough, narrow inner walls pressing against her flexible body, limiting her movements to mere centimeters, but because she was extremely flexible, she could squat with impressive skill, contorting her body in ways almost impossible for an ordinary person, bending her knees and tilting her torso until she could touch the grate below with her hands.

She could see that the bars were thick and possibly made of extremely resistant metal, reinforced bars of considerable diameter that seemed designed to withstand weight, cuts, and even attempts at destruction by conventional tools, forming a tight mesh that completely blocked passage. However, her boss had prepared her for this, providing specialized equipment and precise information about the mansion’s internal defenses, ensuring she had the necessary tools to overcome each obstacle without compromising the mission.

Taking a small, discreet, and easily carried lipstick-like object from one of her pockets, she held it firmly between her fingers. She opened it like a lipstick, turning it from side to side with a quick and skillful gesture, revealing the internal mechanism. At that instant, a small flame began, steel released from the tip of the lipstick-like object, a bluish and intense flame that burned at an extremely high temperature, transforming the device into a portable and efficient blowtorch.

She used it like a blowtorch, bringing the flame close to the bars of the grate with surgical precision, moving the tool in straight, controlled lines to melt the resistant metal. She realizes that, however thick and resistant the bars may seem, the blowtorch cuts through them easily, the metal melting and separating without excessive effort, releasing small incandescent droplets that fell silently into the void below, dissipating before causing any alarm.

She cuts a hole just wide enough for herself to pass through, working with patience and total focus, the faint glow of the flame illuminating only the immediate space around her hands and creating dancing shadows on the inner walls of the chimney. As her feet and legs spread apart and each foot rests on a section of the grate she hasn’t cut, ensuring stable and secure support throughout the process, she maintains perfect balance in the confined space, her body tense yet controlled, avoiding any swaying that could create noise against the walls.

After completing the cut, she removes the section of the grate she cut, carefully pulling the metal segment to avoid sharp edges or unnecessary noise. At that moment, she releases her feet, air currents that make her float back up the chimney with the same controlled slowness, rising smoothly through the narrow passage until she emerges again near the upper opening.

She removes the piece she cut off and places it beside the chimney on the roof, discreetly positioning the metal piece hidden in the shadows so it wouldn’t be easily noticed by patrols or distant cameras. Then, she descends once more in slow motion to accomplish her objective, her body sliding back down the chimney now clear, controlling every inch of the descent with the elemental power that allowed her to float almost weightlessly, her senses on high alert for any sound or movement that might indicate danger in the mansion’s interior below.

The air inside the chimney seemed denser as she descended, the absolute silence broken only by her own controlled breathing and the subtle whisper of the elemental wind around her.

The woman glided with ease through the newly opened passage in the chimney, emerging silently through the wide, polished marble fireplace that occupied an entire wall of a large, luxurious room. At that moment she was in a grand room, a spacious and richly decorated environment that exuded opulence in every detail, from the varnished hardwood floors with intricate patterns that reflected the dim light from antique lamps to the high ceilings with gilded moldings and crystal chandeliers that hung like jewels frozen in time.

In front of the fireplace, a large red Persian wool rug stretched out like a sea of ​​deep blood, soft and ornate with gold-threaded embroidered borders, contrasting with comfortable Italian leather armchairs arranged in a circle, inviting long conversations or moments of relaxation by the warmth of the fire. On that wall, large bookshelves filled with old and modern books stretched from floor to ceiling, leather-bound volumes with gilded titles that spoke of history, finance, art, and rare collections, revealing that this was primarily a place of leisure for the mansion’s resident, a private refuge where luxury met intellect and comfort.

The woman, like a ghost, leaped as if it were the simplest thing in the world, propelled by precise currents of air that kept her suspended, passing through the room without touching any part of it. As if in slow motion, she floated across the entire room, her body rotating slightly in the air while completely ignoring the splendor around her—the Chinese porcelain vases on side tables, the original paintings by Renaissance masters on the walls, the overlapping Persian carpets covering parts of the noble floor, the gold details on the frames of the tall windows, and the heavy velvet curtains that blocked the outside light.

She floated across the room and approached the door, where she landed with her feet touching the floor almost imperceptibly, her weight perfectly distributed so as not to trigger any hidden sensors in the floor. She knew exactly where the presence sensors were; she had memorized the entire security system of this mansion with the help of her boss, memorizing floor plans, diagrams, and patrol routes until every detail was etched in her mind like a living map.

She opened the door with extreme care, turning the ornate doorknob without making a sound, and was greeted by a large, long corridor that stretched ahead like a tunnel of wealth. Along the sides of the corridor, ornate suits of armor stood at attention, each bearing polished antique weapons—swords, spears, and shields that gleamed under the light of wall chandeliers, complementing the Italian marble floor with its golden veins, the walls covered with historical tapestries, and niches with marble sculptures.

Once again, she used the same trick she had used earlier, taking a small leap and managing to cross the entire corridor, ignoring all the weight and presence sensors that covered the floor and walls, floating in slow motion while the air around her supported her like an invisible feather. She ignored the luxury that surrounded her—the family portraits in gilded frames, the carved wooden consoles with vases of fresh flowers, the crystal chandeliers that hung from the high ceiling, and the runner carpets that softened the steps of anyone walking normally there.

Reaching the other side, she opened the door to the other corridor with the same precision, and when she opened that door, she saw a staircase descending into a hall. This hall was divided: a large door right in front of the hall and facing the staircase, as well as two side exits that led to corridors that went deep inside. She jumped once more from the top of the stairs and began to descend in slow motion, controlling every meter of the descent with mastery, her feet hovering above the polished marble steps while ignoring the carved handrails, the statues positioned on the landings, and the illuminated paintings that adorned the walls of the grand staircase. She controlled a breeze in the hall and began to guide it towards the right corridor, moving like a living shadow through the air. Hearing the noise coming from the right hallway, from the very end of the right hallway, she released jets of air from her hands and feet, propelling herself directly towards the ceiling, hiding in its shadow while the luxurious surroundings—chandeliers, fine wood paneling, antique vases, and thick carpets—went unnoticed below.

At that moment, guards passed by with their lanterns, patrolling the area, their beams of light cutting through the air just below her without detecting her. Once again she broke free and let the breeze carry her down the right corridor, like a ghost toward her destiny, floating silently while ignoring the richly carved side doors, the bronze-carved side tables, the antique mirrors reflecting the empty hallway, and the chandeliers dimly illuminating the opulent space.

She followed the right corridor for a few seconds until she reached another fork, left and right. At that moment she went to the left, using the same floating method, letting the breeze carry her down the corridor, passing three large doors that were in that corridor to the left, solid wood doors with golden details and ornate locks that she completely ignored on her precise path.

And when she reached the door, she stopped. She looked around, realizing there was no one there. This was a corridor located more in the center of the mansion; so much so that the only window, the last window near it, was approximately fifty meters away and behind several other rooms and cameras. She even knew that this door had a security lock, but she wasn’t worried about it.

From the inside pocket of her tight-fitting dress, she pulled out a small cube. She stopped the small cube near the lock, and in that instant, the small cube transformed. It began to fold into several pieces until it transformed into a spider, which jumped from the woman’s hand and landed on the lock. In a matter of seconds, the robotic spider cracked the lock’s code and leaped back into the woman’s hand. The woman smiled. And the thought that ran through her mind was: how easy it is to work for a boss who provides you with the right tools. And she put the cube back inside her clothes.

She opened the door and, as she entered, locked it again. Before her, she was greeted by a minimalist room, unlike anything she had seen so far in the mansion. After all, the entire mansion was richly decorated and quite detailed, with marble floors, tapestries, paintings, and luxurious furniture that she had ignored throughout her journey. This room, however, was austere, with smooth, light-colored walls, functional lighting, and open space, contrasting sharply with the rest of the property. At the end of this room she entered was a gigantic metal door. To her, whose steps were more precise, it was the door of a vault, imposing and armored, with visible high-security mechanisms.

Removing a small capsule from her robes, she threw it to the ground, releasing a cloud of smoke that filled the entire room, allowing her to see motion detectors scattered throughout. However, she was a ninja. For her, this was easy. She passed through the detectors with extreme ease, moving at precise angles, floating and spinning in slow motion to avoid each invisible beam, arriving on the other side without triggering anything.

She looked at the safe and once again removed the cube, which once again transformed into a spider and jumped onto the safe door. It touched the opening mechanism, and the little spider began to crack the combination. Because it was a very complex safe, it took about 30 seconds to crack the combination. As soon as she cracked it, the door opened. And because it was an extremely luxurious safe, it opened without any noise, as if all its materials had been meticulously calculated.

The woman smiled contentedly and looked inside the safe. Inside, she saw a pallet full of gold, bars and bars of shiny, freshly polished gold. She gave a small, hearty smile, realizing this. And on the doors, on the walls of the safe, were shelves, small shelves where jewels were kept, as well as documents and even rare objects. She smiled contentedly. And she began to walk around the room. Now that she had bypassed the entire security system, it was time for her to reap the rewards. And she went to the small hatch on shelf 114. She approached and saw that this small safe was sealed. However, to her, it meant nothing.

With her hand, she condensed the air into a small ball. And this small ball, she made it collide with the door of the safe, crushing it. She placed her hands on the crushed sides and pulled, breaking the door of the small safe. And inside, the most valuable object in the entire room. The only reason she had come to Spain. She had broken into this mansion. Inside was a small metallic cube. She removed it and realized that the metal was strangely light for its size. She pulled out a cube the size of her hand and gave a satisfied smile.

She picked up the cube and took out a small bag from her clothes. When she placed the cube inside, it was as if the bag didn’t fill up, it remained empty, it remained crumpled. And she smiled and said:

“Truly impressive magic.”

And she looked all around the safe. She smiled and said:

“Maybe the boss would like a gift.”

And she cleaned out the safe, taking the gold bars and putting them in the bag, which seemed bottomless, removing the documents, the jewels, the diamonds she had, the small safes that were on the shelves on the wall of the safe. And she cleaned everything. And as soon as she left nothing, absolutely nothing, bar upon bar, she took everything. She gave a satisfied smile and said:

“Yeah, I think the owner is going to have an aneurysm.”

Suppressing her smile, she went. She passed through the lasers once more. She walked through the corridors. She avoided the guard patrols once more. And she returned to the chimney room she had entered. She climbed up the chimney easily once more. And as she exited the mansion through the chimney, the breeze touched her face. And the shadows that had been covering her face until now were revealed as the moonlight illuminated her face, showing Jade’s green eyes and sarcastic smile. Her hair was tied in a bun so as not to leave any kind of evidence behind. And with a breeze, she disappeared from the roof, as if she had never been there.