"I've comprehended one-tenth of the Law of Light," Malrick thought aloud, floating above the Moon's surface. "My progress in Time and Space isn't far behind."
He clenched his fist.
A surge of power pulsed through him, lighting up every fiber of his genetically enhanced body.
Before, he could barely destroy Earth with a focused strike.
Now?
He could obliterate Jupiter.
The gap between that and destroying the Sun was closing rapidly. Maybe just a thousandfold increase more.
"The diameter of my Inner World has expanded to twenty million kilometers," he mused.
"But according to the records... Luo Feng's Inner World reached a trillion kilometers."
Still a long way to go.
Malrick looked across the desolate gray landscape of the Moon, his sharp vision capturing every crater and ridge.
The silence stirred something deep within him.
An urge.
The need to test his power.
Strength begged to be released.
He focused his Bio-field—an extension of his energy body—around the Moon.
Then he lightly stomped his foot.
The result was catastrophic.
The Moon, with its mass of over seven hundred quintillion tons, trembled violently. Cracks exploded outward from beneath him, forming massive canyons that stretched to the lunar horizon.
From space, the Moon now resembled a shattered eggshell.
Lines split its face front to back, and it looked moments away from falling apart.
Malrick nodded.
Controlled. Precise. Devastating.
If he hadn't restrained his power with his Bio-field, even a casual breath could level continents.
"Feels good," he muttered, smirking to himself.
His mind flashed back to that day in the manned spacecraft—months ago—when he first awoke.
He had felt the same thrill of raw, unrestrained power. Back then, he thought he could rival Odin or Captain Marvel.
Now?
Now, that comparison actually meant something.
Well, maybe not Captain Marvel.
At least not the version from the current MCU, whose Double Star Mode still lacked true planet-busting force. Perhaps it was her inability to fully channel that power. Her potential was undeniable though.
After all, in the "What If…?" series, a version of her went toe-to-toe with Six-Infinity-Stone Ultron and shattered planets in the process.
Still, today, he was the one who could do it effortlessly.
Suddenly, a flood of voices invaded his super-hearing.
Cries for help, panic, urgency—all echoing as if right next to his ear.
"What the—someone's here?"
He focused.
"Inhumans," he muttered. "Of course."
On the far side of the Moon, Attilan, the secret city of the Inhumans, had been severely damaged by the seismic shockwaves from his test.
He could now hear Black Bolt and Medusa, frantically coordinating the evacuation of civilians.
He sighed.
He'd known Attilan existed but had tuned out its presence over time.
The noise from their side of the Moon always blended into the background—white noise to a mind overwhelmed by cosmic thought.
"I really ignored them?" he muttered, mildly annoyed at himself.
It wasn't malicious—he had deliberately isolated the Moon's environment to avoid affecting Earth—but the Inhumans had slipped his awareness entirely.
Fortunately, this was an easy fix.
He lifted a finger.
"Restore."
His voice was calm, but the power behind it was absolute.
Primal genetic energy surged through him, instantly reshaping itself into a form of universal magic. A wave of invisible force swept across the Moon.
The cracks beneath him healed.
The dust settled.
The city of Attilan was restored in perfect detail—its structures, energy cores, even the smaller domes around its civic centers.
On the other side of the Moon, Inhumans cried out in shock and relief.
Malrick nodded once.
"I should have used the Dream-Eater Arena in the Time Fortress," he muttered. "Or even the Mirror Dimension."
He glanced back at Earth, a soft blue-and-white sphere hanging in space.
"Time to return. Only a day has passed. Nothing critical should've happened."
During his breakthrough, his consciousness had been entirely absorbed in gene evolution.
He had filtered out all sensory input except what could bypass the limiters—urgent calls, emergencies.
But now, with his awareness fully open again, he heard everything.
Including something... strange.
"Wong? Mordo?" he frowned. "They were supposed to be training apprentices. Why are they looking for me?"
Malrick vanished.
In less than a heartbeat, he was back on Earth.
Specifically, Kamar-Taj, the ancient Himalayan temple where sorcerers guarded Earth's magical boundaries.
He appeared on the training grounds in a blur of light, nodded at a few bowing sorcerers, then walked calmly into the inner hall.
"Am I interrupting a meeting?" he asked as he entered.
Inside, the familiar core of his allies—the so-called "Hogwarts Four Study Group"—was assembled.
Wong stood mid-discussion, a glowing holographic projection of Tony Stark floating beside him.
The two were arguing about Malrick's location, with Tony insisting that if he wasn't on Earth, he must be in a parallel universe.
Wong insisted that every attempt to open a portal to his location had failed.
Nearby, Mordo and Bruce Banner sat in deep meditation.
Banner wore a sleeveless brown and gold training robe and looked unusually serene. Mordo's expression was more troubled, darkened by something he hadn't yet spoken aloud.
"Malrick!" Wong's eyes lit up the moment he saw him. "You're finally back. We couldn't locate you through any Mystic Arts."
"Bio-field blocks all perception," Malrick replied calmly. "Try calling next time. I usually respond."
He tilted his head. "What's the panic? I was gone for a day. I left a message."
"Let me guess," he added dryly, "A Dimensional Demon God is attacking?"
Wong's face turned grave. "Not yet. But it's close."
Malrick's eyes narrowed. "Really? One of the big ones?"
"The biggest." Wong's voice dropped. "Dormammu."
Malrick didn't react immediately. He just stood there, processing it.
Dormammu, ruler of the Dark Dimension, was a name feared across galaxies.
If that thing made it to Earth...
"But the Sanctums are still standing," Malrick said. "How is he getting through?"
Wong sighed. "Let me explain."
He motioned for Malrick to walk with him down the corridor.
Tony's projection called out behind them, "Wait, are you just going to walk away? This is kind of a global crisis, right? Iron Man should be involved!"
Wong turned slightly, raising a brow. "We have Superman. Iron Man's not needed."
Tony blinked. "Wow. Okay. Savage."
The jab wasn't entirely unjustified.
Wong had recently watched a documentary where Tony twisted facts about Malrick's origin. It still annoyed him.
If they didn't need Stark's help earlier in tracking Malrick, Wong wouldn't even bother talking to him.
Still, the gravity of the moment loomed over them all.
As Wong led Malrick into the shadows of the stone corridors, one thing was certain:
The barriers were weakening.
And the real fight hadn't even begun yet.
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