→ 250 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER
→ 450 POWER STONES= 2nd BONUS CHAPTER
→ 600 POWER STONES = 1 SIDE STORY
CURRENT PROGRESS:↓
– FIRST OBJECTIVE:- 253 /250 P.S ✓
– SECOND OBJECTIVE- /450 P.S
– THIRD OBJECTIVE- / 600 P.S
Well readers, today's Wednesday and so according to schedule there wasn't a chapter posting today. But thanks to your support by donating power stones, you completed an weekly objective and gets this BONUS chapter.
XxxxX
---
PAYMENT RECEIVED
AMOUNT CONFIRMED: $1,914,000
PROCESSING TRADE...
---
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
TRADE SUCCESSFUL
TRADER: NOVA ASHBOURNE
BUYER: EMMA FROST
ITEMS PURCHASED:
• ARCANE VAULT TRUNK – $1,320,000
• PHOENIX TEAR VIAL – $594,000
TOTAL AMOUNT RECEIVED: $1,914,000
---
Nova reached into the air, fingers gliding across his holographic interface with smooth precision. A small pocket of space shimmered as the Arcane Trunk emerged—sleek, metallic, with flowing engravings that subtly shifted like living script. He held it by the handle, then gestured to the top.
"The Phoenix Tear vial is inside the vault trunk," Nova said casually, tapping the top of the trunk. "You're welcome to check."
Emma didn't even glance inside.
She smiled—an elegant, confident curve of her lips that said she already trusted her instincts.
From just outside the room, the door clicked open. A tall woman in heels and a snow-white coat stepped in silently, nodded once to Emma, and without a word, picked up the Arcane Trunk like she was lifting a gift bag instead of a million-dollar artifact. Then she left just as silently, her heels tapping softly down the corridor.
Pietro watched her go, jaw slightly slack. "I really hate how rich you are sometimes."
Magneto raised an eyebrow. "You say that like it's not her natural state."
Emma smiled faintly, adjusting her gloves. "Wealth is just leverage. And I like to be properly equipped."
Pietro rolled his eyes. "At least let me test the trunk before it's stashed in some diamond fortress."
"I'll let you touch the lid next time," Emma replied dryly.
Nova chuckled under his breath, amused by their banter. Then he turned to Wanda, expression shifting to something more professional, yet still calm.
"Well then," he said, stepping closer, "time to fulfill my end of the contract."
Wanda tilted her head slightly. "What's first?"
"I'll scan your DNA," Nova replied. "Once that's done, I'll explain everything—your Chaos magic, your mutant abilities, how they interact, and more."
Magneto's gaze sharpened, voice curious but cautious. "And how exactly do you intend to scan her DNA? Blood? Tissue sample?"
Emma and Pietro both perked up slightly, interested in the answer.
Nova gave a casual smile and reached into his coat.
From within, he pulled out what looked like a sleek, unassuming smartphone. Modern, minimalist. A touch too perfect.
Internally, Nova smirked.
Omnitrix tech wrapped in the body of a phone. Can't just wave the watch around and yell "sci-fi power-up" in front of people I barely trust yet. The secret will come out eventually… but not today.
Holding the device up, Nova tapped the side. A gentle hum filled the air. From the top of the phone, a narrow beam of green light flickered to life and swept over Wanda in a smooth, controlled arc.
The entire process took less than five seconds.
A quiet chime rang out as the scan completed.
Inside Nova's mind, a subtle ping echoed—[DNA Profile Acquired: Wanda Maximoff]—but he dismissed the alert for now, keeping his focus on the room.
Pietro blinked. "Wait—that's it? No needles? No spit cups? Just a little flashlight show?"
Emma stepped forward slightly, her tone analytical. "That wasn't Earth tech. I know what's in circulation—military, biotech, private sector. We don't have anything that can read and store genetic data like that. Not that fast, and definitely not with a laser pointer."
Magneto folded his arms, eyeing the device with new suspicion. " Maybe magical item? Afterall he does trade with that magical world."
Nova gave them a mysterious smile, neither confirming nor denying anything. "Let's just say it's… advanced. And custom. But since I've got the scan—let's move on."
He turned back to Wanda, his tone shifting into something slightly more serious.
"Let's talk about your mutant power first."
Nova turned toward Wanda, the green flicker in his eyes dimming as the scan results aligned across his mental HUD. He glanced at the "phone" in his hand, then looked up, voice even but with a new weight behind it.
"Your mutant ability isn't magic. It's probability manipulation—targeted, instinctive, and heavily influenced by your emotions."
Wanda crossed her arms, giving him a knowing look. "We've called it 'hex powers' since I was sixteen."
Nova gave a nod. "The name fits. But underneath it? You're manipulating quantum probability fields—subtle, chaotic nudges that tip reality's balance. You don't create outcomes directly. You make the impossible… likely."
Pietro snorted. "Tell me about it. Remember Budapest, Wanda?"
Wanda smirked faintly, but didn't reply.
Pietro stepped closer, facing Nova with a crooked grin. "There was this guy—arms dealer, total slimeball. We were boxed in—five guards and no exit. I was just about to barrel through the wall when Wanda raises her hand like she's conducting a symphony."
He made a dramatic gesture in the air.
"Next thing I know? The guards' guns jammed simultaneously and turned on each other, and one guy tripped on a metal bolt that wasn't there before. He faceplanted on his own grenade. Boom."
Emma raised a refined brow. "Sounds charming."
Wanda shrugged. "It worked."
Magneto's expression remained calm, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Nova chuckled. "Exactly the point. Your power doesn't 'attack'—it disrupts. Machines misfire. Timing shifts. Plans fall apart."
He raised a finger, breaking it down more deliberately.
"You can:
1. Trigger mechanical failures.
2. Alter enemy perception and balance just enough to ruin precision.
3. Create chain reactions—small shifts leading to big consequences.
4. Influence the outcome of events in your immediate area without needing to 'know' what will happen.
Emma stepped closer, eyes narrowing slightly in analytical interest. "So you're saying she generates localized chaos theory in action."
Nova nodded. "Exactly. Controlled improbability. It's elegant, unpredictable, and incredibly dangerous when applied intentionally."
Wanda tilted her head slightly. "Except I've never had full control. Not really. It's always been… instinct. Emotion."
Nova's tone gentled. "Because you've been reacting. But you've never trained to command it. With practice, you could stop relying on raw emotion—and start making it a deliberate weapon."
Pietro whistled low. "You're saying she could aim it like a sniper shot instead of tossing the dice?"
"She could stack the entire table," Nova replied. "Make one outcome inevitable, no matter how unlikely. And that's just her mutation. No magic yet."
Magneto leaned back slightly, arms folded, tone reserved but firm. "Then the X-gene alone makes her a destabilizing force."
Nova nodded once. "A living entropy field. But only if she chooses to be."
Wanda was silent for a beat, then looked at her hands as though really seeing them for the first time.
"I always knew I could break things," she murmured. "I want to learn how to shape them."
Nova gave her a quiet nod, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. " Well now you have access to magical knowledge, you can easily learn it. Let's move onto the Chaos magic."
He turned slightly, hands weaving through the air as a holographic shimmer rippled into existence—a projection of stars, threads of energy, and chaotic movement.
"Now," Nova continued, his voice carrying more gravity, "let's talk about the Chaos Magic flowing through you."
Everyone in the room leaned forward—Wanda instinctively straightened, Pietro narrowed his eyes in guarded interest, and Magneto's brows rose subtly, ever the strategist assessing a new piece on the board.
Emma stepped closer with folded arms, her expression unreadable but undeniably focused.
"Go on," she said. "You've been teasing this long enough."
Nova smirked. "You see, this universe is shaped by fundamental Primordial Forces—conceptual energies that act as the backbone of reality itself. Among them, the most powerful are the Chaos Force, the Phoenix Force, and the Enigma Force. There are others too—like the Force of Life—but these three are ancient… foundational."
He gestured, and the projection split into three distinct visuals:
A swirling red-black vortex—Chaos.
A fiery cosmic bird—Phoenix.
A glowing humanoid figure bathed in radiant light—Enigma.
Emma's eyes narrowed slightly. "Wait—you said before that Jean Grey possesses the Phoenix Force, right?"
Nova gave a half-shrug, smiling faintly. "Technically, she's the host."
Magneto's head turned sharply. "Host? You make it sound like it's… alive."
Nova's tone shifted slightly, now more serious, more precise. "Because it is. All three of them are. They're not just powers. They're sentient—some more than others. They don't just grant abilities—they make choices. They bind. They influence. And, when given the chance… they possess."
Pietro muttered under his breath, "Oh great. Superpowers with personalities. Just what we needed."
Emma arched a brow. "Then shouldn't we be concerned that Jean's playing birdcage for a living sun?"
Nova smirked, but shook his head slowly. "Probably. But that would fall under the Phoenix Force package... and I'm afraid—" he tapped two fingers together in mock apology—"you only paid for the Chaos Magic explanation."
Pietro immediately groaned. "Ugh. Money grubber."
"I prefer entrepreneur," Nova said smoothly, ignoring the jab. "Now—back to the good stuff."
He flicked his wrist again, and the Chaos vortex zoomed in, displaying how it bent space, twisted laws of physics, and consumed structure like a virus rewriting its host code.
"You see, Chaos Magic isn't just a tool. It's not structured like spellcasting. It's the raw, unfiltered will of a being shaping reality as they see fit. Think of it like this: where traditional magic draws from rules, rituals, and order—Chaos throws the rulebook out the window, sets it on fire, and then rewrites the ashes."
Wanda's eyes were locked on the projection. "So… I'm not just using this. It's using me."
Nova turned to her, expression serious. "In a way. Your mutant power—altering probability—acted like a door. A unique frequency that resonated with the Chaos Force. Instead of shifting odds, it began reshaping reality itself."
Emma's tone was sharper now. "You're saying her Chaos Magic doesn't just bend the odds… it bends truth."
Nova nodded. "Exactly. It's not about luck. It's about lawlessness. Chaos Magic doesn't obey rules. It destroys them—and replaces them with your own."
Magneto's eyes narrowed. "That kind of power... is either evolution—or annihilation."
Nova didn't blink. "Both are valid outcomes. That's why Chaos is dangerous. It's not a gift—it's a test. And Wanda is its current wielder."
Pietro's voice was low and firm. "She's not going to lose control."
Nova finally looked at him. "Then she'll need to master it. Completely. Because Chaos isn't just power—it's temptation. It wants to be used. And it doesn't punish mistakes… it rewards them."
Wanda stared at the swirling mass of energy. "So, I'm not learning a spellbook. I'm learning how to keep a living hurricane from swallowing the world."
Nova gave a small nod. "Exactly. And if you're strong enough? You won't just survive it. You'll command it. But… there is a problem."
The shift in his tone silenced the room. Everyone—Magneto, Emma, Pietro, even Wanda—felt it.
Magento frowned," What problem?".
XxxxX
HELLO EVERYBODY, I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER.
LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IN COMMENTS AND REVIEWS.
ALSO DONATE SOME STONES FOR SUPPORTING ME.
IF YOU'RE ENJOYING MY STORIES AND WANT TO READ AHEAD, CHECK OUT MY PATREON! SUPPORT ME AND GET EARLY ACCESS TO NEW CHAPTERS!
READ 10+CHAPTERS AHEAD ON MY PATREON CHANNEL:- patreon.com/Ghost_0007
CHAPTER:- 70 [THE UNLOCKED ALIENS] IS AVAILABLE ON MY PATREON FOR EARLY ACESS
https://www.patreon.com/Ghost_0007?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator