Chapter 215: Megatron Is Utterly Terrified by Alex

Queens, New York – Aftermath of the Battle

The battlefield was deathly still.

The only sounds were the faint crackling of scorched circuits and the stunned murmurs of the onlookers.

"All... all of the Decepticons... wiped out?"

"That was... too much."

"Over a hundred... gone just like that?"

For several heartbeats, no one moved. No one spoke.

Even the mutants—those who had seen Alex in action before—stood frozen, minds reeling.

Two minutes.

That’s all it had taken.

135 Decepticons—annihilated.

Earthmover, Hawkeye, and Slash stared at Alex, throats dry, hands trembling.

The doubt they once harbored—the whispered questions about whether he truly deserved the title of "Strongest Mutant"—had been vaporized along with the enemy.

Now, they could only feel awe.

And fear.

"Alex… this is your real strength?" Banshee murmured, voice barely audible. "What even are you?"

Even after everything, even after all this time… this was the first time they’d seen him fully unleash himself.

It wasn’t just power. It was a force of nature.

"Well," Charles said with a slow, disbelieving grin, "that’s certainly… one way to end a crisis."

Beside him, Erik chuckled darkly.

Whatever ideological rifts they had, this much was clear:

Alex's strength was now mutantkind’s greatest weapon.

And if one mutant could wipe out a Decepticon battalion in two minutes…

Then no military, no world government, no secret cabal would ever dare challenge them again.

"Emma," Charles called telepathically, "give us the next location."

A moment later, the Blackbird roared back to life, lifting into the sky, leaving behind a field of burning husks—

—and a crowd of shell-shocked humans who had just watched a god walk among them.


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Broken Neck Mountain – Megatron’s Stronghold

"W-What?!"

Starscream’s voice cracked like static.

Megatron’s optics narrowed. "Report."

"Clutch’s entire squad..." Starscream stammered. "Gone. All of them."

Megatron’s fusion cannon hummed ominously as his grip tightened.

"Impossible! They numbered 135!"

"I saw it myself," Starscream choked out. "I flew over the wreckage. Nothing remains but slag."

Megatron stood motionless.

His massive frame trembled—not with anger, but with something deeper.

135 elite warriors.

Erased.

In less time than it took to prepare an orbital strike.

"It was him," Starscream whispered. "The mutant. Alex."

Megatron’s optics dimmed for a heartbeat.

A flicker. Like a processor crash from sheer disbelief.

"This world..." Megatron muttered.

His voice was low. Unsteady.

"...should not have given birth to something like him."

For once, Starscream said nothing.

Then, after a long, tortured silence, Megatron’s voice came again—

But this time, it was hollow.

Defeated.

"Recall all units. Immediate withdrawal. Full retreat."

The words felt like ash in his throat.

Once, he had declared war on Earth—an invasion destined for conquest.

Now, he was running.

Not from an army.

But from one man.

Because if they stayed...

Alex would come for them.

And he would not stop.

Until the name Decepticon was nothing but a memory.