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One after another, chat bubbles popped up endlessly.
Scarlet Witch's eyes seemed to turn into twin heart-shaped pupils.
It was as if the entire world had been coated with a soft pink filter.
Inside Wanda's mind, her imagination was already running wild—she saw herself dressed in a pure white wedding gown, smiling shyly under the veil.
Of course…
The other person involved had absolutely no idea.
"Cough, cough."
"As expected, the enchanted bombs invented by Iron Man pack quite a punch."
Shen Du narrowed his eyes slightly, sighing with genuine admiration.
Even though he possessed the Horse Talisman for extreme regeneration, and the Dog Talisman for immunity to fatal blows—
The two together essentially made him immortal and indestructible!
But the problem was…
The talismans couldn't block pain. They couldn't suppress the stimulation of the nerves!
The enchanted bombs—
Their outer shell was engraved with intricate magical runes, imbued with abundant righteous energy, capable of inflicting devastating harm on any dark creature.
Even Shen Du himself felt his scalp tingle, a burning sensation crawling across his demonic flesh.
And this was despite the fact that he himself was a demon born of fire!
That alone proved just how terrifyingly advanced the craftsmanship of the Dragon Warrior, Luopei, truly was—a genuine master of enchantment!
After all, Tony Stark was the very soul of the Marvel world—a super-genius with a mind that transcended even the multiverse.
He stood on equal footing with Doctor Stephen Strange.
Even Thanos knew his name, calling him "one of those cursed by knowledge."
"…Now I'm even more looking forward to crossing fists with Iron Man!"
Shen Du looked up at the sky, as though his gaze pierced through layers of dimension, straight toward the Stark Industries Tower.
At this moment, Midtown's financial district had become nothing but rubble.
Buildings lay shattered everywhere.
The remains of summoned demons littered the ground, piled into gruesome mounds like monuments of horror.
The high-energy blast had vaporized hordes of weaker demon soldiers.
The earth had split apart.
Debris continued to rain from the sky.
The acrid scent of gunpowder hung heavy in the air.
Streams of dark, foul blood flowed freely across the broken streets.
And yet…
Something tugged at the edge of Shen Du's mind.
Wait—
"Jean Grey?!"
His pupils shrank sharply. The towering demon suddenly turned his gaze in every direction, searching.
Then—
Buzz!
A surge of blazing, vibrant life energy erupted outward.
A tall silhouette appeared, her crimson hair flying like living flame.
Radiant, dazzling light enveloped her entire body.
Her irises shimmered with an inhuman, twisted hue.
Her aura climbed higher—
and higher—
until it reached an unimaginable level!
The Phoenix Force within her had absorbed the high-energy radiation from the explosion…
…turning it into nourishment for its rebirth.
"This…!"
"This wasn't part of the plan."
Shen Du's senses sharpened instantly. He could tell Jean Grey's mental state had changed.
Her normal consciousness was being suppressed—her second personality was taking control.
The divine power that burned away all impurity and corruption was awakening again.
Even the psychic cage that Professor X had constructed to restrain her mind was starting to crack.
That psychic cage—
It was the Professor's only true active ability.
A tool designed to restrain mutants he didn't want to harm.
But, of course—
He'd only ever used it twice.
And both times, it had ended in failure.
In fact… it had cost him his life.
"Don't tell me… the Black Phoenix is about to awaken?!"
The Black Phoenix!
Jean Grey's second self!
Born when her childhood powers ran wild and killed her parents, she'd created a second personality out of fear of her own strength.
That second self—Black Phoenix—possessed every ounce of Jean's talent and potential…
But her personality was the complete opposite.
Extremely volatile.
Brimming with desire.
Obsessed with destruction.
Indifferent to life and death.
Forever angry—forever hungry.
She needed to consume—
—to feed the insatiable belly of the Phoenix Force.
The last time Shen Du visited Xavier's School for a talisman, he had deliberately held back against Jean, precisely to avoid triggering her instability and awakening the dark side of the Phoenix.
But now—
He had never imagined she would awaken in this way!
"I must reinforce the psychic cage!"
Buzz!!
A scepter topped with a magnificent jewel appeared out of thin air.
A brilliant beam of psychic light shot forth—
The distilled essence of the cosmic singularity that birthed the universe itself, a manifestation of pure mental law and power.
It rapidly wove together a seamless psychic prison—
—and sealed Jean Grey within!
Ding!
Inside the psychic world—
A tall young woman curled in a corner suddenly raised her head.
In that instant, a golden hand, divine and radiant, swept through the mist—dispersing it completely.
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"I think… I almost lost control?"
The tall woman with flawless features and long red hair slowly opened her eyes, speaking softly.
"It was just an illusion," Wanda said gently, smiling. "Don't worry."
The two beautiful mutant women did not fall into a cliché of jealousy or rivalry.
Instead, they shared a silent understanding born from similar pain and power.
"Wanda," Jean said with a warm smile, "you're always welcome at Xavier's School."
The words had barely left her lips when—
Crack.
Crack.
Crack!
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the air.
Space itself trembled—dimensions began to collapse.
Even though Jean had absorbed part of the radiation, she couldn't prevent what came next.
The explosion of the enchanted bomb had torn open the very barrier between Hell and reality!
The dimensional fissure instantly expanded to nearly ten meters wide—
large enough for a mid-ranked demon to pass through!
Mid-ranked demons—
the living essence of Hell itself.
Noble yet tainted, born of infernal blood, often commanding legions in the armies of the damned.
Cunning and cruel, they lived by the law of the strong devouring the weak.
Some occasionally slipped into the mortal realm…
forming secret cults, preaching madness and blasphemy in the name of Satan.
They were utterly different from the low-class demons.
Even the greatest exorcists dreaded them.
"Go forth," a deep, hoarse voice commanded, echoing across the infernal planes.
"My loyal servants."
"Seek the trace of the San Venganza Contract!"
"Once I devour the souls bound by it… I shall ascend to the highest throne—"
"—and become a Demon King!"
Upon the obsidian throne forged from thousands of molten swords sat a towering, muscular figure—the son of Mephisto himself.
Blackheart.
The San Venganza Contract—
That was his true objective.
The souls bound to that ancient contract had wandered the mortal world for a thousand years, accumulating power beyond imagining.
With it, Blackheart could break every shackle—
transform into a Demon King—
and seize the throne of Satan itself.
As for the other archdemons who reigned in the mortal dimension?
He feared none of them.
As Mephisto's own son—a true-born high demon—Blackheart had his pride.
"No matter whose descendant you are…"
"You will not harm me in the slightest."
"The San Venganza Contract—"
"—will be mine!"
His crimson eyes blazed like twin infernal flames.
Then—
He stomped his foot upon the pile of corpses, pounding his armored chest with thunderous force.
The sound roared across all of Hell, making every dark creature tremble and kneel.
All the demons bowed their heads, chanting his name in reverence.
At once, Blackheart's three chief ministers—
The Wind Demon.
The Water Demon.
The Earth Demon.
rose in a spiral like a hurricane, surging through the air, faster than lightning—piercing through the rift between realms, descending from filthy, chaotic Hell into the mortal world.
"Heh…"
"What a beautiful, pure maiden."
"If I can tempt her to fall, her soul will be exquisitely delicious…"
A strange, bewitching voice echoed through the underground caverns—sinister, eerie, and cold.
A skeletal knight on a tall black horse followed behind, clutching a crimson lance, leading an army of riders through the rift.
A torrent of black mist surged upward like a column of smoke connecting heaven and earth.
"Ah no!"
"Old man's getting another bad feeling!"
"I have to brew the potion to remove the talisman—fast!"
At 177A Bleecker Street,
an old, thin man in a wool sweater hurriedly tossed handfuls of mysterious ingredients into the Cosmic Cauldron, muttering incantations under his breath.
The scene looked exactly like an ancient Eastern ritual—
A proper exorcist dance!
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