[Marvel : The God Of Punishment] Chapter 86 - 90

Chapter 86: The Demon King's Clone - King-Tier Target!

Asgard, the Rainbow Bridge.

Thor, God of Thunder, who had just been rescued from Jotunheim, roared at his father, Odin the All-Father.

"I want those Frost Giants to know who I am and understand they should fear me!"

The God-King Odin reprimanded sternly: "That is arrogance, not the wisdom of a leader! I have told you time and again that you must be patient, yet you persist in forgetting everything I taught you! Now is not the time for war!"

Thor gritted his teeth in fury. "Our enemies stir while you counsel us to wait! Your old tactics are no longer effective. We should strike immediately and defeat any enemy who dares challenge us!"

Odin's rage flared: "You are a reckless, arrogant, warmonger!"

"And you are merely a cowardly old fool!"

Odin erupted with divine fury. He raised his hand, summoning thunder across the heavens as his eyes blazed with divine wrath.

"Thor Odinson, you are no longer worthy of being Asgard's heir! In the name of myself, my father, and my father's fathers, I hereby strip away your divine powers!"

Mjolnir instantly flew from Thor's grip, landing in the God-King's outstretched hand. Odin raised his arm, activating the Rainbow Bridge as tremendous energy surged toward Thor: "From this day forth, you are banished from Asgard!"

Odin gazed at the raised hammer and whispered enchantment into existence: "Whoever holds this hammer, if they be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor!"

With those words, he cast Mjolnir into the still-active Rainbow Bridge.

Stark Industries Building, top-floor luxury suite balcony.

While Manhattan below endured agony, blood, and screams, Stark leaned casually against the railing, sipping whiskey.

Beside him, the refined elderly gentleman Mephisto watched the Avengers base while frowning. "Why does this Jason have armor too? And it appears... superior to yours?"

Stark bristled slightly: "He has one? And it's better than mine?"

Mephisto waved his hand, projecting the Avengers base battlefield before them. Observing the two airborne figures in the projection, Stark couldn't help but inhale sharply.

One wore Hellfire armor, the other silver-gray armor with angular aesthetics. The confrontation crackled with anticipation.

"Tsk, I could easily produce that kind of armor."

Stark stubbornly complained: "Why did you give Hawkeye so many gifts? I only received a handful of sand?"

Mephisto shook his head: "If you're willing to assist Hawkeye now, I'll grant you my staff."

Stark studied the skull-topped cane skeptically: "What's it do?"

"Hurts when it hits people."

In Mephisto's projection, Jason and the angelic Hawkeye engaged in combat. They battled from ground to sky, from sky to river, from river back to the Avengers base.

Just when Mephisto and Stark assumed an even match, the dynamics shifted. For reasons unclear, Jason suddenly transformed.

With a simple gesture, lightning from his armor coalesced into an enormous electric net, enveloping Angel Hawkeye! Though the attack struck rapidly, oddly, Hawkeye showed no reaction whatsoever, colliding with it head-on.

Stark noticed the condensed lightning formed an inescapable prison for Hawkeye. When did this guy develop such incredible control over lightning?

Jason's combination wasn't finished—he teleported before Hawkeye, bringing the chainsaw down without hesitation!

"SCREECH... CRACK!"

Sparks erupted! The grinding sound between chainsaw and armor grated on everyone's nerves.

Mephisto's expression changed as he vanished, calling out: "Stay here, I'll assist Hawkeye!"

The projection disappeared, leaving Stark unable to monitor the battle. Yet he remained unconcerned. Surveying the spreading flames and smoke-choked Manhattan, he downed his whiskey.

Demon had infiltrated much of New York. On the nearby Manhattan Bridge, a red-and-gold Mark armor protected civilians while battling demons. Merely an automated combat protocol.

No one realized the true Stark was here appreciating the view. He studied the crimson beacon nearby, stating calmly: "Mephisto, can you truly invade this realm? I sense you're destined for failure."

Sparks filled Jason's vision as he sensed Hawkeye's armor nearing collapse. Following their standoff, he'd immediately contacted the system.

Open all gift boxes.

Thanks to eliminating nine demon knights and hundreds of common demons, he'd acquired over a dozen silver treasure chests and two invaluable platinum chests.

Opening everything yielded abundant rewards: a new ability called Dragonfly Eye Technique, Fighter Pilot Mastery, over two hundred attribute points, an ability upgrade card, and an entirely new ability fusion card.

He immediately used the upgrade card to evolve his [Electrokinesis] ability into [Lord of Thunder]. Employing the ability fusion card, he merged nearly all his ocular powers, gaining [Spiritual Eyes].

These two abilities gave him overwhelming superiority over Hawkeye. His Spiritual Eyes observed every movement, even predicting with remarkable accuracy!

Meanwhile, his lightning mastery reached unprecedented heights. In an instant, he manifested an electric net that captured Hawkeye completely.

"CRACK!"

Through persistent chainsawing, Hawkeye's armor finally shattered. The divine power protecting him dissipated simultaneously. Now he stood exposed before Jason without defense, including... his soul!

The Thunder Armor's chest opened, revealing Jason's eyes locked onto Hawkeye's left eye.

"Look into my eyes! Your soul shall be judged by your victims—feel their pain!"

"No!" a voice protested, too late.

Eyes of Judgment: Sinner's Execution.

This time, Hawkeye's eyes weren't simply burned while his soul vanished. Instead, hellfire arrows materialized from nothingness, striking him repeatedly. One hundred sixty-seven arrows.

Each corresponding to an innocent life taken.

In his final moments, Hawkeye regained clarity. Witnessing war-torn New York, he collapsed, whispering, "I'm... forgive me..."

Jason shook his head: "I cannot grant you absolution for the dead, but I can avenge them by eliminating your puppeteer."

Hawkeye smiled forlornly: "Oh, he's... more dangerous than you realize!"

With that, his soul dissolved completely.

Jason discarded the body, turning to where an elderly gentleman in formal attire had manifested from nowhere, even leaning on a cane.

"Mephisto?"

"Ah, you deduced my identity?"

"Hawkeye's wings originated from Saint Vanganza's angels, correct?"

"Seems my pathetic son failed."

"Indeed—I destroyed him."

Mephisto smiled thinly: "Excellently executed."

"Your cruelty impresses me."

"Actually, I'm considered merciful in Hell."

Jason nodded: "Prepared to reunite with your son?"

Mephisto hesitated: "Ha... do you comprehend who you address?"

"If this is your true self, New York would already lie in ruins. But an avatar, I think I can handle it!"

Mephisto's eyes turned glacial: "This avatar alone could obliterate you tenfold! Haven't you noticed two additional Hellgates remain active?"

"So what if they're open? Would you risk manifesting in your true form? Aren't you terrified of becoming trapped in the mortal realm?"

"Hmph! This mere clone's power exceeds your comprehension!"

Concluding his declaration, he struck his cane against the ground, unleashing extraordinarily potent dark energy from his form.

Jason sensed he faced not an elderly man but an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex! It seemed capable of devouring him in one bite!

This impression proved accurate. The system categorized the elderly Mephisto clone before him as [King]-tier target.

Truthfully, Jason's current abilities struggled against diamond-tier adversaries. Magneto's defeat resulted from strategic advantage and moral flexibility. Hawkeye required substantial effort to defeat.

He'd never even fight [King]-tier before!

Nevertheless, he remained fearless, taunting Mephisto: "Hahaha... Old Mephisto, you know your greatest error?"

Murderous intent flickered in Mephisto's eyes: "Oh, then enlighten me—where's my error?"

Jason grinned, indicating a direction: "I engaged you in conversation to buy time. Tell me, what were I waiting for?"

Mephisto spun around in shock, sensing massive divine power approaching!

Impossible?

This is the mortal plane—where's this divine energy originating?

And... why such intensity?

Moments earlier...

Mjolnir traversed through Rainbow Bridge, swiftly reaching its target: Midgard. It manifested beyond Earth's atmosphere, descending groundward.

Soon detecting unusual attraction, its trajectory altered slightly toward... New York.

"Mephisto, didn't you clearly hear I was once called the 'THOR'?"

"IMPACT!"

Before Mephisto could react, an extremely solid object struck his face! Powerful electricity surged through his form, paralyzing him!

Jason leaped from Thunder Armor, extending his arms. "CLANG!"

A hammer landed in his grasp, and euphoric recognition flooded his mind. Jason wished to howl skyward: Damn right, Hammer God is STILL a god—don't underestimate me!

Tremendous power flowed into him. Jason momentarily startled, realizing this was—

The Power of Lightning God Thor!

Odin had proclaimed: whoever lifts Mjolnir shall wield Thor's power!

As vast divine might entered Jason's body, crimson cloak and golden armor conjured from nowhere!

"What manner of sorcery is this!?"

Mephisto, nearly unconscious from hammer impact, bellowed in the distance.

Jason's will directed Mjolnir, instantly propelling him toward Mephisto, materializing before him almost instantaneously.

Countless miniature lightning arcs danced across Mjolnir's surface as it descended viciously!

Power of Thunder!

Mephisto's dark essence dissolved easily as the hammer struck his enraged visage once more! Immediately, he plummeted into the Hudson River.

Jason seized the moment, pursuing relentlessly. Mjolnir raised overhead, he shouted: "Old Mephisto, Catch!"

Chapter 87: The Devil Has Not Left Yet, The Nuclear Bomb Is Coming Again

This hammer struck Mephisto's skull again with tremendous force. He plummeted swiftly, like an osprey diving for target, crashing into the river depths below.

Jason landed gracefully and directed his attention toward the crimson beacon nearby. Even now, demon soldiers continued emerging from the portal, though their numbers had decreased dramatically compared to the initial assault.

The Avengers team could handle the remaining threats. Yet as long as this beacon persisted, the demonic invasion would never truly end.

Jason raised Mjolnir skyward, and lightning shot toward the heavens. Instantly, massive black storm clouds materialized from nothingness. Legend spoke of the Mother of Cosmic Storms' power sealed within Mjolnir, granting it command over weather itself.

Within moments, dark clouds blanketed the entire Avengers headquarters and surrounding territories.

Mephisto burst from the river's depths, witnessing this awe-inspiring phenomenon. He charged without hesitation, but as he neared Jason—

"BOOM!"

Thunder Armor descended from above, its autonomous combat systems automatically defending its master. The armor's arms raised, activating full-powered sonic emitters.

"RUMBLING CRASH!"

Instantly, powerful sound waves transformed into a devouring beast. Before the armor, affected ground split into a deep ravine extending all the way to the Hudson River. As it reached the water's surface, the river itself fractured into mist.

Mephisto cursed internally. While this assault couldn't truly harm him, it disrupted his attack and forced him to alter his trajectory.

Dark clouds now filled the sky, lightning crackling within their depths. Jason turned to face the approaching Mephisto, whose frustration was evident, and smiled.

He mouthed silently: "Welcome to New York!"

Mjolnir descended instantly, and thunder engulfed the entire battleground. Lightning bolts fell from above, transforming the battlefield into an electrical forest from a distance. The lightning bolts were trunks, and the storm clouds formed the canopy.

Jason felt more at ease than ever before, as if born to inhabit this environment. He even deliberately approached the lightning striking near him, experiencing indescribable euphoria coursing through his body.

Meanwhile, Mephisto could only continue evading the relentless barrage of thunder.

"Mephisto, here I come!"

Jason shouted, the hammer preceding its wielder!

"CRASH!"

Mephisto's rage burned, not from being struck, but because he clearly sensed the Hell Gate nearby trembling under intensive lightning bombardment.

His strength in the mortal realm relied entirely on two Hell Gates providing continuous power. Should either gate be damaged or sealed, his abilities would decrease substantially! After all, this wasn't his domain of Hell!

By this stage of battle, he recognized Asgardian power flowing through his opponent. Moreover, this wasn't ordinary power—it clearly represented one of Asgard's mightiest forces. He'd never anticipated his grand scheme would crumble due to unexpected intervention. Inconceivable!

At that moment, the crimson beacon flickered before suddenly extinguishing. Mephisto felt dread, instantly sensing his strength diminish significantly. Damn it!

Jason also keenly detected this shift. Without hesitation, he charged fiercely, hammering once, twice... During Mephisto's retreat, Jason flashed behind him, securing a firm hold with Mjolnir pressed against his throat.

With focused will, he propelled them both skyward into the storm clouds. Thunder assaulted from every direction! Wind howled and lightning roared. Their location became a brilliant sphere of light.

Mephisto's skin cracked, dried, and peeled away, revealing his true form—a crimson-skinned, horned demon. He howled in rage: "Mortal, how dare you treat a god this way! You shall endure my endless malediction! You will burn in flames and be devoured by carrion! Daily I shall curse your true name!"

Jason whispered in his ear: "Haha, Tony Stark—that's my name. Feel free to try!"

"Bastard..."

Gradually, under relentless thunder bombardment, Mephisto's mortal vessel crumbled to ash.

From endless lava pits of Hell, an enraged roar echoed: "Bastards, this isn't finished yet!"

The instant Mephisto was destroyed, Jason received notification of a king-tier reward!

Opening the loot:

[Congratulations on receiving the reward: Absolute Zero Dimension, the mission has been updated and can be viewed.]

Jason quickly examined his prize—this was a massive portable dimensional space. The "absolute zero" designation indicated that time had no meaning there; everything within remained perfectly static. Anything Jason stored wouldn't deteriorate. Living creatures would likely be "frozen" instantly.

Whether organisms would be alive or dead upon removal remained uncertain. However, Jason theorized they'd survive since time merely paused. Drawing from countless sci-fi films he'd watched, nobody should perish from temporal stasis.

Upon landing, he received troubling news. Minutes earlier, the White House had authorized nuclear strikes against New York. Multiple warheads, high yield.

Every Avenger appeared distressed. They couldn't believe President Freeman would act so ruthlessly. Everyone fought desperately against demons here, yet nuclear missiles were launched in secret. Absolutely shameless!

Storm warned urgently: "That's a Trident submarine-launched ballistic missile. Ten separate warheads, each yielding 500 kilotons! If detonated, New York is finished!"

Wolverine let out a low whistle. “Well, looks like you’re all royally screwed. Tough break.”

Cyclops glared murderously: "I hope you're vaporized completely without leaving a single hair!"

"Stop fighting!"

Frank Castle, Avengers' deputy leader, commanded. Covered in grime and exhausted, he looked to Jason: "Do you have any solution?"

"Yes!"

Every eye brightened with hope. Jason inhaled deeply, turning toward the sole remaining beacon: "There's only one option!"

He extended his hand, and Thunder Armor flew to his side. He entered.

Wolverine's eyes widened as it hit him—Jason was planning to fly the nuke straight into the Hell portal. A chill shot down his spine. He staggered forward, shouting, “Jason, you’re gonna—dammit, you’ll die!”

A low voice echoed from within the armor. “Heroes aren’t always what they claim to be. In the end, it’s the choices we make in the moments that matter. And this... this is my moment to choose.”

Others comprehended his meaning, their eyes instantly moistening. Frank straightened proudly, offering a solemn salute.

The armor released massive flame bursts, rising slowly. Jason's voice carried: "Farewell, everyone!"

With those words, he soared upward, leaving only his silhouette.

"He's a genuine hero!" someone proclaimed.

White House.

Freeman stood frozen. Watching satellite footage, he remained utterly stunned. He promptly removed his remaining dress shoe, hurling it at the Pentagon representative.

Previously, military advisors had pressed him to authorize nuclear strikes, but he'd hesitated. Only after Vice President Barden spoke did he command a strategic submarine in the Atlantic to enter combat readiness.

Deep inside, he still wavered, delaying the launch. Only when storm clouds unexpectedly blanketed New York's skies did he finalize his decision.

They couldn't comprehend the phenomenon, and everyone panicked, assuming it signaled another demonic assault. Pentagon generals persistently urged nuclear deployment.

He'd shut his eyes, steeled himself, and commanded: Fire!

However, they never anticipated that shortly after launch, updated satellite imagery revealed the vanished storm coverage! Also gone was the crimson beacon near the Hudson River! This meant another Hell Gate had sealed! The Avengers had hope!

He urgently attempted to abort the Trident missile, but received news that it had entered New York's atmosphere, creating electromagnetic interference disrupting radio communications.

He despaired. Nothing remained but sending wired alerts to the Avengers about the incoming warhead.

Thunder Armor unleashed maximum thrust, rapidly accelerating Jason toward higher altitudes. He soon encountered the massive descending missile.

His Spiritual Eyes swept across it, revealing the entire internal structure. In the warhead assembly, ten independent warheads initiated separation protocols.

Jason positioned himself precisely, reaching out to grasp the casing. Metal tore apart, small electrical flashes appeared, and Jason incinerated all warhead system components.

Reviewing with Spiritual Eyes, the entire combat unit registered as inactive. In essence, the missile became a dud.

Jason exhaled with relief. Come on, no one seriously believed I'd fly into Hell with this missile to save New York, right? Do you take me for that idiot Stark?

Upon hearing the news, Jason's initial impulse was to place the missile directly into his newly acquired [Absolute Zero Dimension]. However, another inspiration struck him.

What if I stage another heroic save for New York? Last time was a savior of million, shouldn't this upgrade to savior of ten of million? When the current mayor mayoral term concludes, I'll campaign immediately. Wouldn't securing New York's mayor position be effortless? Maybe even governor or president!

The sole obstacle was fabricating legitimate documentation.

Carrying the neutralized warhead, Jason plunged rapidly. During this, countless terrified New Yorkers observed the spectacle.

Seeing the approaching missile, their hearts filled with despair. Some even cursed the White House and President Darius Freeman.

"Damn these corrupt politicians, they don't deserve to govern New Yorkers!"

"Curse these scoundrels! Even in Hell, I'll murder these bastards!"

Yet before everyone's astonished gaze, the missile suddenly veered off-course, crashing into Manhattan's gigantic crimson beacon...

Chapter 88: Save New York for the Second Time, New Yorkers beg for me to be mayor

Jason had absolutely no intention of passing through the Gates of Hell. What if I can't come back!

In the instant before impact, he unleashed [Flash] with maximum power, and an extremely dazzling light engulfed him and the entire missile. Therefore, no one could notice that the missile didn't actually disappear into the red light column. Instead, it vanished mysteriously, extremely close to the crimson beacon.

It was Jason who had preemptively opened the [Absolute Zero Dimension] and stored the missile inside. The moment it entered the Absolute Zero Dimension, the high-speed flying missile came to a complete standstill.

Jason maneuvered the armor into the Midtown Financial Building. He rushed all the way to the basement tier, intending to shut down the red beam of light, but the beacon flickered several times and extinguished itself. It seemed that Mephisto in Hell, seeing his invasion plan had failed, had taken the initiative to close the Gates of Hell.

But in the eyes of the Avengers, Jason had sacrificed himself for everyone, risking his very life to save the entire city of New York, including the lives of every single one of them! What defines a hero? This is a hero!

As the heroes wept and mourned Jason's supposed sacrifice, the sky over Midtown Manhattan's financial buildings suddenly darkened with storm clouds again. Seeing this familiar scene, their eyes widened in shock. This...

Although the hell portal within the financial building had been sealed, demons around the area continued their rampage. If you're going to be a hero, do it properly.

Jason wielded Mjolnir once more to summon a thunderstorm. A massive, lightning-filled cloud delivered endless electrical judgment, incinerating all demons to carbon. The people of New York had finally, definitively, emerged from this disaster.

Looking at Jason standing in mid-air, many people couldn't help but erupt into cheers. By this point, he had transcended into legend.

…

Several days after the catastrophe...

Major media outlets worldwide raced to report on New York's disaster. Tens of thousands dead, millions affected, tens of millions impacted. The cause of such a massive catastrophe couldn't be traced... Well, the previous incident was Stark's factory missile incident, though that time almost no one perished. The next was Manhattan's night of earthquake. But this disaster's casualties were unprecedented. Nothing similar existed anywhere in the world.

What's more, this was a hellish demon invasion—a full-scale assault!

Global public opinion descended into chaos as worldwide panic spread. Some debated why such catastrophic events occurred one after another. Others questioned why these disasters repeatedly struck New York. People wondered how the New York Savior managed to rescue the city again. Some demanded answers from the Vatican: Where is God? Where are the angels?

Others worried about regions without Avengers or Jason who now was dub as Saviors facing similar crises. Immediately, calls emerged for the United States to not confine the Avengers and Saviors to New York—they belonged to the world, not just America.

Of course, some believed the United States would ultimately destroy itself through its many misdeeds, and these disasters represented divine retribution. These voices suggested the Avengers remain in the United States to avoid spreading calamity elsewhere.

International debate raged intensely while New York media spoke with fervent passion. Now, aside from topics about Avengers and Saviors that elicited positive responses, any other subject—even stray dogs on the street—became targets for their rage. Naturally, the heaviest bombardment targeted the White House, Pentagon, and Oval Office.

"I cannot believe the goddamn White House actually dared launch nuclear weapons at New York, you fucking bastards! Do you grasp how many people reside in New York? Who authorized you to judge our life and death? You assholes sent no troops but fired nuclear missiles—shoot **!"

Among the almost manic New York media stood veteran Daily Bugle editor Jameson. But his aim differed significantly. He targeted—SHIELD.

He brandished a photograph showing Clint Barton's true appearance after transformation. Someone had somehow captured this image.

Jameson slammed his desk, voice booming through the studio. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to unveil a true menace—Clint Barton! Yes, the very same who went toe-to-toe with the Savior! And who is this mysterious man, you ask? Let me tell you—Clinton Barton! A covert operative of that shadowy, alphabet-soup agency: the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division—better known as S.H.I.E.L.D.! An organization that burns through your tax dollars like it’s kindling, all while claiming to protect us from threats no one's ever seen!"

Jameson pounded the table, practically vibrating with outrage. "And now—get this—senior agents of this so-called peacekeeping organization are teaming up with the Lord of Hell to invade New York City! You heard me right! This is madness! We need answers, people! What is S.H.I.E.L.D. really up to? Are they protecting the world—or plotting to end it?"

He slapped another photo onto the screen, jabbing a finger at it. "And here we have the man in charge—Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! The face of global espionage, wrapped in secrecy, and somehow always one step ahead. Now, I'm not questioning his experience—I'm questioning the lack of transparency! Who appointed him? Who holds him accountable?"

Jameson's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a hushed, theatrical tone. "And let’s not forget—the very same president who greenlit a nuclear strike on our city just days ago… was also involved. Coincidence? I think not. We don’t know the full story, folks. But something’s happening behind the curtain—and we deserve to know what and why before it’s too late."

After his rant, Jameson slammed the table once more, voice rising to a crescendo. "But! There is something we can do! We demand that S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury submit immediately to questioning by New York City authorities! The people deserve answers! Why did his top agents collude with a literal demon from Hell? Did he know? If so, why didn’t he stop it? And if he didn’t know—what kind of leader is that? Is this man truly qualified to run a secret global agency? Or was his position handed to him through backdoor deals? And what about the White House? Is there a deeper conspiracy at play?!"

Finally, Jameson rose from his chair, voice thundering with unfiltered passion. "To all watching—New Yorkers will not be deceived! We are part of this nation, damn it! We've built it, bled for it, and carried it forward! We will not be bombed without consequence! We will not be treated like strays to be put down! Freeman must hear our roar! The White House must feel our resolve! The Pentagon must face our fury! And the world—the world must witness the strength of our will! So say it loud, say it proud—let them all hear us!"

After hearing Jameson's broadcast, Jason couldn't resist touching his neck. This guy—is he seriously seeking his death? It's tolerable if you just bash Freeman, but Nick Fury's no either, and he'll absolutely retaliate! Besides, why are you advancing toward my objective when I haven't even paid you yet? And you’re already diving in, fully loaded? Love it!

Jameson's report instantly electrified all of New York, the entire United States, and the world. Immediately across New York, factories shut down, stores closed, students boycotted classes, and everyone joined a million-person march through the streets.

Some protesters chanted:

"Let Freeman commit seppuku to apologize for his crimes!"

"Since America doesn't need New York, New York doesn't need America! Long live the glorious New York Empire!"

"Down with Nick Fury! Down with covert operations! SHIELD is humanity's enemy, Nick Fury is humanity's adversary!"

"Nuclear weapons on New York today, Los Angeles tomorrow, Chicago the following day! Overthrow the corrupt, decadent White House administration—liberty belongs to the people!"

After all, nobody could fathom a national president ordering his country's largest metropolis destroyed. If this occurred in New York, would other cities receive mercy during future crises? Additionally, everyone demanded clarification whether the SHIELD Director received promotion through favoritism, and whether any connection existed between him and demonic collusion.

What began as a million-strong protest in New York quickly ignited a nationwide movement. Tens of millions took to the streets—then hundreds of millions—marching in defiance. At the forefront were African Americans, long familiar with persecution, now channeling generations of pain into outrage.

Television screens across the nation lit up with footage of Black advocates shouting, rapping, and speaking with fervor into cameras. One voice, sharp and impassioned, rang out:

“Freeman? That man’s a disgrace! He doesn’t represent us—Black or white! He’s just another puppet shipped in from overseas, pretending to wear our skin. Well, I say he’s not one of us! He’s on his own now! Might as well lump him in with those corrupt cowards in the White House—they're all the same!"

“And Nick Fury? That so-called protector of the people? Please. That old man stopped being one of us a long time ago. You think he's human? No way. He’s been dancing with devils behind closed doors for years! Peel back that polished image, and let’s see what’s really under that skin!"

“Long live New York! We, the righteous, we stand with our people—not the traitors in power!”

The African American proclamation marked only the start. Within mere days, over half of White House personnel resigned. The Pentagon ground to a halt. International bases paralyzed and adrift without commands, the Imperial Navy lost its bearings among endless ocean waves where sky met water.

In both Congressional chambers, most legislators simply vanished. Under these circumstances, Freeman attempted delivering a resignation speech, but television signals cut out before completion because the populace rejected mere resignation as insufficient. Furious New Yorkers stormed Washington DC, encircled the White House, and demanded his execution. During this crisis, another man that is the target—Nick Fury—finally appeared before the masses.

Chapter 89: Monster, I Can Tell at a Glance That You Are Not Human

Southern District Court of New York.

At seven o'clock in the morning, surging masses had already surrounded the courthouse, making passage impossible. Not only the New York Police Department but also the National Guard were present to maintain order. The crowd was so dense it seemed endless—at least a hundred thousand people.

Today was the day Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, would stand trial. Yesterday, Nick Fury had appeared publicly, stating he had absolutely no connection with demons. He claimed ignorance about why Clint Barton had become a fiend's helper. SHIELD was innocent, as was he. To provide explanation to the global populace, he voluntarily agreed to trial at the Southern District Court of New York the following day.

This speech quickly generated responses. Masses of reporters and citizens rushed to the courthouse entrance immediately. Journalists reported breathlessly before cameras, while the public chanted slogans, demanding the court sentence the "traitor" to death.

At the Avengers' headquarters, Jason watched the television coverage.

"Ring... Ring..."

His phone rang again—likely President Freeman calling. He'd made hundreds of calls over recent days. The President believed the only person worldwide who could rescue him was probably Jason.

However, saving Freeman now meant opposing the masses, and Jason preferred avoiding such entanglements. Under immense pressure, desperate Freeman had abandoned his principles.

He promised Jason numerous conditions, including priority law enforcement rights and temporary judicial authority across America for Jason and the Avengers. The government would subsidize the Avengers through covert fund transfers, provide substantial support, unlock America's advanced technological secrets, and directly grant bases.

Additionally, Freeman pledged that if Jason saved him, he'd leverage the situation to dismantle SHIELD and surrender SHIELD's Washington DC headquarters—the Triskelion Building—plus many SHIELD assets to Jason.

Jason was deeply tempted by this generous offer. But he understood Freeman's promises were mere wishful thinking. Currently, his commands couldn't even leave the White House.

To make Freeman fulfill his promises required changing public perception of him and placing nuclear attack blame on New York elsewhere. After discussions, Freeman reluctantly selected two sacrificial lambs: Vice President Barden and Defense Secretary Leland Parner.

But this wasn't sufficient. To make people believe required adding more explosive plot developments and surprises. They rapidly crafted their narrative.

The Vice President, Barden, always coveting the presidency. Due to countless recent catastrophes, the President had suffered depression and overwhelming stress. Thus Barden conspired with the presidential medical staff, administering excessive anxiety medications, causing abnormal mental states characterized by irritability, rage, and impulsiveness.

During New York's demonic invasion, the Vice President and Defense Secretary spread falsehoods, misguided the public, and instigated nuclear strikes. They were the genuine culprits.

After Jason and Freeman finalizes their scheme, Jason secretly journeyed to Washington. Freeman contacted these concealed subordinates, expressed friendly concern about their circumstances, and successfully obtained their addresses. Last night, Jason located them and administered Stryker’s son serum to their neck bases, bringing them under control.

Jason's strategy was straightforward. If Nick Fury dared face trial this morning, he'd never depart the courthouse alive. Simple reason: this was New York, where he might easily be gunned down.

When Nick Fury entered the courtroom, Freeman would present medical examination reports and evidence detailing Vice President Barden and Defense Secretary Parner's transgressions while confessing to the nation.

Second phase: Upon realizing truth's exposure, Defense Secretary Parner would leave a suicide note and end his life.

Vice President Barden would deliver a televised declaration admitting guilt and accepting punishment. But enraged masses would discover his location, storm inside, and kill him.

Third phase: Freeman would mobilize remaining resources to encourage senior administrative officials, justices, and legislators to declare support.

Fourth phase: The White House would announce Clint Barton as the primary perpetrator of New York's demonic invasion, declaring secret intelligence organization SHIELD bore inescapable responsibility.

Immediate commands would deploy Washington police and National Guard to encircle SHIELD headquarters—the Triskelion Building—demanding complete SHIELD personnel capitulation.

Fifth phase: The Avengers and Jason would publicly declare backing for Freeman.

Sixth phase: Freeman would deliver a heartfelt televised apology.

The strategy wasn't flawless, but optimal given emergency circumstances. They'd assess initial stages first. If conditions proved unfavorable, phase five would be canceled.

Just then, television imagery shifted. A motorcade navigated through masses toward the courthouse entrance with difficulty. Some suspected this conveyed Nick Fury, SHIELD's director.

Suddenly, an explosion of profanity erupted from the masses, followed by hails of stones, bricks, clubs, decayed eggs, and spoiled produce striking the vehicles. Several "BANG! BANG!" sounds emerged amid chaos. Multiple silvery dents appeared on dark car exteriors.

Fortunately, vehicles were armored, while police and National Guards preserved order nearby. The convoy charged directly into the courthouse's underground parking without hesitation.

From his television viewpoint, Jason slightly furrowed his brow. He immediately sensed something irregular about Nick Fury's action to appear and willingly face judgment. Would this veteran tactician—resolute, merciless, and cunning—yield to public criticism and accept prosecution? Or had he predicted SHIELD faced existential threats, voluntarily sacrificing himself to preserve the organization? Was he that selfless?

Or... Jason's lips suddenly curved knowingly. Perhaps Nick Fury chose exactly what Jason anticipated most!

He checked the time—precisely eight o'clock. Proceedings had commenced. He approached the window—he needed witnessing this spectacle personally!

"WHOOM~"

He gestured, and Mjolnir flew automatically to his grip. Silver armor with crimson cape materialized instantly. His silhouette flashed, cutting across the heavens.

Proceedings commenced, and complete silence filled the courtroom. The judge surveyed the camera assemblage below while examining Nick Fury, who stood erect in his dark coat, cleared his throat, prepared to speak.

Unexpectedly, Nick Fury preempted him.

"Your Honor, I'm not here for judgment!"

He rotated, confronting countless cameras: "Today, this court may sentence as it wishes, but what I declare is—I'll never plead guilty!"

The judge remained speechless.

Nick Fury inhaled deeply, expression grave, voice passionate: "Esteemed citizens, I understand SHIELD operates covertly, but that doesn't make us villainous. How can you disregard our global contributions? During nights while you rest, celebrate, or remain oblivious—SHIELD agents battle worldwide evil!

Some sustained injuries, others perished in these conflicts! We've sacrificed far beyond your comprehension! Every SHIELD member eternally prioritizes maintaining global peace and protecting civilian existence!"

His single eye betrayed momentary sorrow: "You all categorize Clint Barton as demonic. Did none consider possible manipulation? Go ask that bastr... ahem, Savior Jason— If he and Barton ever fought together? If they ever safe New York together?

Ladies and gentlemen, I possess abundant proof demonstrating..."

By the courthouse entrance, Jason's flyover generated screams and celebration from masses. He descended before the courthouse stairs, acknowledging everyone. As he prepared entering the chamber, a reporter abruptly called: "Savior! Sir Savior, why are you here?"

Jason hesitated slightly, contemplated briefly, descended stairs toward camera arrays. Solemnly, he declared: "People, I won't deceive you—I've fought alongside Clint Barton. At that time, he was a hero. Despite SHIELD agent, he meaningfully contributed to New Yorkers. This truth remains immutable.

Yet I genuinely cannot understant his transformation! How does virtue become vice, champion become monster? What transpired? Shouldn't SHIELD give us the answer? I'd question Mr. Nick Fury: why did my former brother-in-arms turn weapons against me? Why was I forced to kill him? What significance held Clint Barton's dying warning: 'Beware of Nick Fury'?"

BOOOM!

Masses erupted again! Clint Barton cautioned against Nick Fury? The revelation emerges! Nick Fury surely betrayed humanity!

"Skip trial—execute him!"

"Assassinate Nick Fury!"

Jason shook his head: "People, I've arrived today seeking answer!"

With that, he proceeded courtroomward.

The trial progressed while two bailiffs guarded the chamber entrance. Typically, despite nationwide broadcast, excessive attendance prevented newcomers.

But facing them, he inquired casually, "May I enter?"

"Absolutely! Mr. Savior!"

Within the chamber, Nick Fury's speech proved emotionally compelling. Pumping his fist, he proclaimed: "Beloved people, open your eyes—we, SHIELD..."

"CREEEEEAK..." An exceptionally amplified sound. The courtroom portal swung wide.

"THUD... THUD... THUD..."

Measured, commanding footfall resonated as an attractive visage emerged, captured by cameras worldwide. The chamber immediately stirred, numerous murmuring commenced.

"Amazing—the Savior!"

"Magnificent! Earth's most attractive hero!"

"Is that legendary Mjolnir? Fitting for heaven's chosen champion!"

Nick Fury suspended his discourse, studying Jason with predatory focus. Jason positioned himself oppositely, then unexpectedly grinned.

"Monster, I can see that you are not a human!"

Chapter 90: The Fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Rise of the Avengers

The moment Jason laid eyes on Nick Fury, he knew victory was his—absolute and decisive victory.

Because that brilliant idiot had actually replaced himself with a Skrull.

[Spiritual Eyes] revealed the deception instantly, highlighting countless anomalies about him. According to the system's analysis, the Nick Fury before him registered as mere [Gold] tier target—nowhere near his true diamond-tier rating.

When Jason declared, "I can tell at a glance that you're not human," a flash of panic betrayed the imposter's eyes.

The surrounding reporters and spectators erupted into confusion.

"Mr. Jason, what do you mean he's not human?" someone nearby demanded.

Another voice gasped, "Wait... could he really be a demon?"

That word triggered an immediate reaction—the crowd stepped back en masse, creating a wide berth around the supposed director.

Jason maintained his silence and raised his hand deliberately.

"What do you think you're doing?" The fake Nick Fury's composure cracked. "This is a court of law! You're committing assault in broad daylight, defying the justice system! Someone arrest this maniac—"

CRACK!

Lightning erupted from Jason's palm, engulfing the imposter in smoke and screams. The severe burns shattered his transformation, revealing his true Skrull form in all its emerald horror.

Pandemonium consumed the courtroom.

"It is a demon! A green monster!"

"Kill it! Kill it quickly!"

"The lizard people are invading! Run for your lives!"

Jason's commanding presence gradually restored order among the panicked masses.

"It appears S.H.I.E.L.D. has far greater problems than we suspected," Jason announced gravely, shaking his head at the collapsed Skrull. "Ladies and gentlemen, for the safety of humanity itself, I propose immediate screening of every S.H.I.E.L.D. operative. We cannot allow demons to infiltrate the very organization meant to protect us. This is a global nightmare scenario."

His measured response proved almost too conservative for the crowd's anger.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is the real evil here!" someone shouted. "Shut them down immediately!"

"Lock up every agent collaborating with these monsters!"

"We don't need their corrupt organization—the Avengers are enough!"

Jason's lips curved in satisfaction. The court of public opinion has spoken, he thought triumphantly. That beautiful building will be mine, along with those three helicarriers still under construction. Delightful.

Global television networks broadcast every moment live, pulling worldwide attention to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s crisis. President Freeman's path to redemption suddenly looked much smoother—if only he could ride this wave of public outrage against S.H.I.E.L.D., he might salvage his administration from this disaster.

...

Somewhere hidden from the world, in a secure bunker...

"Goddamn it! Son of a bitch!" Nick Fury's fist slammed the desk. "That bastard Jason! You think you've won? I know what you really are—you're the traitor here!"

The furniture suffered his rage before he collapsed, defeated, onto the floor. Nothing had gone according to plan. He'd considered facing the public tribunal himself, accepting judgment to preserve S.H.I.E.L.D.'s integrity.

But reason had prevailed—S.H.I.E.L.D. needed him. The world needed him. Too many threats lurked in the shadows for his absence to be tolerated.

So he'd made the calculated decision to use a Skrull replacement as a stalling tactic. Their shapeshifting abilities were flawless, and he'd needed time to gather evidence clearing Clint Barton of his supposed treachery. Fury knew Barton had been manipulated by demonic forces.

With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s resources, he'd traced several mystical experts who might reveal the truth about Hell's incursion. But now...

Everything had crumbled.

...

At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters...

Black Widow Natasha Romanoff, Agent Phil Coulson, Agent Maria Hill, and Ex Director Alexander Pierce assembled in silence, watching the broadcast of their organization's unraveling. The sight of their director transforming into an alien monster sealed S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fate.

In normal times, even this scandal might have been contained. But with nationwide fear and fury at fever pitch, S.H.I.E.L.D. had become the perfect scapegoat.

Pierce's devastation ran deeper than anyone suspected. Goddamn it all! Years of meticulous planning, Hydra's patient infiltration, climbing to positions of power, the nearly-complete Project Insight—all of it destroyed! His dreams of global domination evaporating with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s dissolution.

How could Hydra hide when every agent faced thorough background checks? Their cover would be blown wide open.

RING!

The office phone shattered the heavy silence.

"Everyone," Nick Fury's voice carried through the speaker, "I apologize for endangering S.H.I.E.L.D. and all of you. But we can't waste time on blame. You see our situation—we must act immediately..."

"Where are you, Nick?" Pierce interrupted sharply.

Silence stretched before Fury answered. "I can't reveal that, Pierce."

"You've destroyed everything!" Pierce's fury exploded. "And you think an apology suffices? The entire world demands accountability. If you still wanted to be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director, if you have any honor left, face them!"

"Pierce, you know they're beyond reason. We're innocent of these accusations—"

"I don't care what you say anymore!" Pierce's voice dripped venom. "Come out now!"

"...You want me to die?"

"For S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sake, what choice is there?"

The line fell silent, heavy with unspoken understanding.

"Even my surrender won't change anything."

Pierce knew this, but his demand wasn't about S.H.I.E.L.D.—it was about satisfying his rage over his ruined plans.

"Every agent here expects this of you, Nick. Even a slim chance is worth taking..."

"...I understand."

The line went dead.

Coulson, Hill, and Natasha exchanged uncertain glances. Their entire world was collapsing. What future awaited them after S.H.I.E.L.D.?

"Will Nick surrender?" Black Widow's voice cut through the tension.

Pierce shook his head. "I doubt it. He's the most paranoid agent I've ever met. If he believes hiding serves humanity better, nothing will change his mind. Sometimes I think his stubbornness borders on lunacy, yet... that's precisely why he's accomplished so much."

"People like that aren't always suited for global protection," Coulson observed.

Pierce smiled inwardly. Exactly why Hydra infiltrated so successfully.

What a waste. We'll need new hosts now. Perhaps... the Avengers? They're gaining popularity.

...

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fate was sealed regardless of internal machinations. President Freeman delivered a tearful public address worthy of an Oscar. The Secretary of Defense's suicide and Vice President confession provided some measure of catharsis for the public.

Freeman's swift action—dissolving S.H.I.E.L.D. and ordering the Triskelion's siege—earned him crucial approval points. He even led a crowd from the White House gates to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters himself, addressing them through megaphone as they marched.

Police, National Guard, and citizen protesters faced off against S.H.I.E.L.D.'s remaining agents. The Avengers, answering public calls for support, stood with the people against their former allies.

Under such overwhelming pressure, resistance became futile. One by one, S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel emerged from the Triskelion, surrendering to the mob.

Headlines celebrated it as a triumph of justice and democracy.

...

In shadowed corners, ancient eyes observed these events...

"Foolish mortals," a voice hissed with dark amusement. "You think this ends anything? Rage burns eternal—my master's flames cannot be so easily extinguished. New York was merely the appetizer for our feast of fury and despair. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fall? Just the overture. Avengers... your curtain call approaches."

...

President Freeman clung to power, but his days were numbered. Public trust remained shattered despite his dramatic actions. Congress moved swiftly—early elections would trim his term to mere months of caretaker status.

In his remaining time, Freeman worked tirelessly to honor his promises to Jason. The Triskelion building transferred ownership immediately, along with authorization for expanded Avengers operations nationwide.

Most former S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel found themselves in custody. Only skeleton crews in remote facilities and a handful of field agents escaped the purge.

Jason planned to recruit selectively from their ranks, ensuring no old loyalties could form power blocs. When Pierce offered himself and his people for service, Jason accepted readily.

Hydra operatives? Perfect. Set snakes to watch snakes.

His precautions would prevent any coup attempts—daily blood samples and cranial fluid extraction courtesy of the Illusionist's Jason Stryker abilities ensured complete loyalty. Without concerns over mental degradation affecting job performance, every recruit would face the treatment.

His only regret was Nick Fury's escape. Jason assembled dedicated search teams, scouring the globe for clues. The Skrull connection would lead to Fury—he was certain.

...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Sir, you need to see this broadcast immediately!" His aide burst into the office.

The monitor displayed Stark Industries' latest product demonstration.

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