[Mission Complete: Fragrance of a Beauty x3. Reward: Blue Blind Box x3.]
[Desire Points 1,000,000.]
Phoenix Woman dressed and left the ice house.
Vincent lay on the ice bed, savoring the mory.
Both possessed telepathy. The psychic communion they shared transcended physical pleasure.
It was a journey of souls—exploring the mysteries of existence together.
Jean Grey departed.
She didn't want to beco anyone's woman. This fleeting romance taught her beauty existed in impermanence.
Her figure faded. She resud her soul journey.
"I changed her greatly."
"Those who die and return achieve enlightennt."
Vincent stood, dressed, and dissolved the ice house.
Traces of their battle lted into the sea.
The only mark left: mission completion, stacked three tis.
Purple Blind Boxes were excellent. But compared to the legendary Black Box? Potential was incomparable.
Kryptonian bloodline had infinite potential. The sun activated his cells daily. No end in sight.
That was why he conquered Phoenix Woman last night.
Vincent activated the Sling Ring, returning to his office.
Only security patrolled at this hour. But loyal F.R.I.D.A.Y. detected his arrival instantly.
"Sir, shall I order breakfast?"
"Thank you, Friday."
Vincent smiled at the cara.
"Ordering your favorite from Chinatown. Delivery in ten minutes."
Friday's voice was lodious.
"Friday, a hot coffee. And pull up everything on Worthington Industries."
A virtual screen appeared. Data cascaded like a waterfall—too fast for normal eyes. But Friday knew Vincent's reading speed.
"Thank you, Friday."
"My honor to serve."
Vincent closed his eyes, absorbing the data.
Worthington Industries ran deep gene research. Warren Worthington II, Angel's father, was an anti-mutant zealot. Discovering his son was a mutant broke him. But to "cure" his son, he invested everything.
Warren Kenneth Worthington III.
Current CEO. Mutant Angel. Apocalypse's last Horseman.
After the Apocalypse War, Warren returned to the company. Publicly revealed his identity. Tore off his wings before the world.
Fallen Angel, the dia called him.
But Vincent knew: Apocalypse's consciousness transferred into Warren. He beca the vessel.
"Angel disappeared after the Alcatraz War. Presud killed by mutants."
Vincent frowned.
Movie Angel was portrayed as good. But this was a different tiline.
"Find him. Kill him."
[Mission 3: Man of Steel. Show Apocalypse who rules Earth! Reward: Gold Blind Box, Man of Steel Upgrade.]
"Mojave Desert?"
"After the Battle of New York, I'll go personally."
Ding dong.
"Co in."
A receptionist in a white blazer entered with breakfast. "Mr. Hall, your order."
Her eyes lingered on his face, a spring breeze stirring in her gaze.
"Thank you, Elma. Set it on the desk."
Vincent dismissed the virtual screen.
Elma bowed and left. This was her first summons to the penthouse.
Vincent smiled after she departed.
"Even my receptionist is a psychic? Superpowers are really mainstream now."
He didn't expose her.
Vincent ate breakfast while tracing Elma's psychic signature.
Hellfire Club. New York.
"So it's you."
The most mysterious superpower organization. Magneto was a mber.
Its current leader: Emma Grace Frost, the White Queen.
"Emma sent her daughter, Elma, to infiltrate Oscorp. Using telepathy to steal gene secrets."
Clever. Effective.
Receptionists interacted with all employees. Telepathic scans could extract mories, accessing core research data.
Even Raven walked past her daily, unaware.
Vincent sipped coffee, gazing at Stark Tower.
A team of black-clad agents set up equipnt on the landing pad. An old scientist supervised.
Blue-white light flickered.
"The new universe begins."
The Arc Reactor powered the Tesseract.
A fiery streak crossed the sky. Tony Stark arrived.
His repulsor beams bounced off an energy shield.
"Nice view. I never appreciated Stark Tower from this angle."
One minute later, Loki threw Tony out the window.
The armor caught him mid-fall.
A massive energy beam shot skyward from the tower. The heavens split open.
The portal opened.
Chitauri soldiers poured through, riding ugly war chariots.
"The alien army has arrived."
A Quinjet flew in. Natasha piloted it.
"My lovely Natasha is deployed. I can't just watch. This is my city."
Vincent set down his coffee.
The sky tore wider. Chitauri sward like locusts.
Red eyes. Savage grins. They saw Earth as a hunting ground.
A massive Leviathan flew toward Oscorp Tower.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. Telekinesis erupted, freezing the beast mid-air.
The Avengers counter-attacked.
Thor fought Loki atop Stark Tower.
The ocean along Manhattan's coast began to rise.
Vincent's figure appeared beside the portal device.
He gazed at the Space Stone behind the energy shield but didn't shut it down.
Instead, he looked up.
"Now, full assault," Loki commanded coldly.
The Avengers fought valiantly, killing Chitauri by the dozens.
Seawater piled higher and higher.
Helicarrier Command Center.
"Director! Tsunami in Manhattan! Waves exceeding 30 ters!"
Hill leaned over the satellite feed.
A man stood beside the portal device.
"Vincent is making his move."
Her voice trembled with excitent.
"I knew he wouldn't ignore this. Loki picked the wrong enemy."
Fury sighed in relief.
"We should—"
ROAR.
Towering waves transford into water dragons, surging skyward, flooding the portal.
The dragons donned ice armor, becoming frost wyrms.
Snow fell over New York. The sky froze.
Ice dragons tore into Chitauri ranks.
Everyone watched in stunned silence.
Vincent stepped onto a dragon's back and entered the portal.
Infinite vacuum. The deep void of space.
Chitauri legions awaited deploynt.
Vincent exhaled.
Freeze Breath.
In an instant, the vacuum turned solid. Ten thousand kiloters of space froze.
Every Chitauri soldier, every ship, every weapon—frozen solid.
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