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In the Centre of Queens, on the Rooftop of the Tallest Skyscraper…
Ali stood alone, his eyes closed, dressed in a form-fitting black long-sleeve sports shirt he had taken from a shop along the way.
Within his Spirit Realm, he observed his Spirit Pond, its inky black surface undisturbed, the massive Gate to the Hall of Dragons looming just behind it.
A warm sensation brushed against his face, prompting him to slowly open his eyes. Before him, the first light of dawn stretched across the horizon, casting an amber glow over the city.
'Beautiful…' Ali thought as he watched the sunrise in serene silence.
He then pulled up his Interface, scanning through his latest notifications. Amidst them, the countdown initiated by the failed World Event was now prominently displayed.
"You have killed a player: 10 PC"
Ali scrolled down.
"PC: 783"
'A low-level spell in Paradise sells for around 200 PC. They're weak and slow, but they allow lesser players to access their Spirit. I don't have much use for PC right now unless I want to buy items to boost my strength…' Ali mused.
His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed three black and grey suits of armour circling the skyscraper, hovering in midair.
'Is he going to attack or not?' Ali sighed.
They had been tailing him ever since he killed Venom, along with several other airborne Marvel heroes. Yet, none of them had made a move. They simply watched.
A flaming figure soared through the sky, leaving behind a streak of fire—The Human Torch.
Then—
MEOW
Ali's head snapped toward the sound, instantly on alert.
From the shadows, black smoke billowed into existence, swirling like living tendrils. From within the dark mist, Evelyn emerged, her graceful figure stepping forward, a curious expression on her face.
"What are you doing just standing here?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Ali countered.
Evelyn held his gaze for a moment before brushing past him, her heels clicking against the rooftop as she moved toward the edge.
Below, the streets of Queens were far from empty.
Gathered at the base of the skyscraper was an overwhelming assembly of figures—some of the most influential and powerful characters in Marvel.
Standing at the forefront was Wolverine, his adamantium claws glinting in the morning sun. Beside him stood Deadpool, his red-and-black suit unmistakable.
Further down the line, the entire X-Men team stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes locked onto Ali.
On the opposite end, the Fantastic Four had assembled, standing in grim determination.
Among them were also Captain America's closest allies, including Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Sharon Carter.
And behind them, standing in solemn unity, was Natasha Romanoff's entire family.
Ali studied the gathering of heroes and vigilantes with an impassive expression, his black eyes sweeping over the crowd.
"That's a lot of heroes…" he remarked mockingly, showing no signs of concern.
Evelyn smirked, shaking her head at his nonchalance. "You really are crazy."
Her gaze flickered to the countdown in the interface. "I know we only have a couple of minutes left, but you should be careful. Some of them only need one hit, Ali."
Ali turned his head slightly, flashing her a smirk. "Don't worry about me—just enjoy the show."
With that, he stepped onto the ledge of the skyscraper, looking back at her, the golden light of the sunrise illuminating his face.
"Unfortunately, I'll be having my own fun too…" Evelyn said with a knowing smile.
Ali didn't respond—he simply leaned forward and let himself fall.
Midair…
As he plummeted toward the street, Ali turned midair, positioning himself to control his descent.
But then—his eyes widened.
A blur of pristine white armour shot past him, ascending the side of the skyscraper at an astonishing speed.
'What the hell was that?'
Ali barely caught a glimpse of the figure before a voice rang out from above—
"DARKCHILD."
A swirling portal opened before the white-armoured warrior, an ominous realm filled with writhing shadows and monstrous figures lurking within.
The figure vanished into the portal, which then reopened at the rooftop where Evelyn stood, waiting.
BOOOOOOM
A shockwave tore through the air as the battle between Evelyn and the white-armoured opponent began.
Ali, however, had no time to focus on that.
He was seconds away from hitting the ground.
With expert control, he halted his descent at the last possible moment, his boots skimming the pavement as he landed with a controlled impact.
Debris scattered in all directions, but Ali remained unscathed.
Directly across from him, standing at the front of the gathered heroes, was Tony Stark.
The billionaire genius stood in his signature red and gold Iron Man suit, his helmet locking into place.
To his right, Doctor Strange, his crimson Cloak of Levitation shifting in the wind, his fingers already glowing with magical energy.
On Tony's left, Wolverine crouched low, his claws scraping against the pavement as he prepared to strike.
The rest of the assembled heroes stood in rigid formation, each one ready for war.
The Iron Legion, ten fully armed and automated Iron Man suits, landed behind Stark in a perfect row, each one a lethal weapon powered by a highly intelligent AI.
Ali grinned.
"STARK," he called out, amusement in his voice.
Tony didn't reply. The only response was his suit's helmet snapping shut, his glowing eyes locked onto Ali.
Behind him, the sky darkened as Storm conjured rolling thunderclouds, arcs of lightning crackling across the sky.
Doctor Strange's hands moved in intricate patterns, golden Mandala Shields forming in the air.
Ali remained unfazed.
His right hand lifted slightly, and from thin air, a lightsaber hilt materialised in his palm.
Doctor Strange's expression faltered slightly. He recognised countless forms of magic, but this was something unfamiliar—something alien.
Ali activated the lightsaber, and a crimson-red blade ignited with a familiar hum, the deadly beam casting a menacing glow over his features.
Behind him, ten rotating beams of metal hovered in the air, each one the size of his own body.
And above them all—
Captain America's shield floated in place.
It was a deliberate provocation—a taunt to those who had gathered.
A Russian-accented voice screamed in fury.
"FOR MY SISTER!"
A woman clad in a sleek battle suit charged forward, her father following close behind.
Wolverine surged ahead, sprinting on all fours, his claws gleaming in the morning light.
Above, Iron Man and his automated suits launched into the air, joined by Human Torch, Falcon, Jean Grey, Storm, and other airborne heroes.
Ali exhaled slowly, his black eyes tracking every single movement.
"I'm gonna kill as many as I can…" he muttered to himself.
VOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Before anyone could reach Ali, a massive green blur tore through the battlefield like a cannonball, smashing through an entire skyscraper before barreling straight toward him.
Ali's pupils constricted.
A force of pure rage was coming for him.
A colossal green fist, thick veins pulsing with fury, swung toward his face.
One moment, Ali was preparing to fight an army.
The next—all he could see was green.
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