The White House.
"What did you just say?"
"Those weren’t robots—but aliens?"
"And the AllSpark… it emits some kind of energy radiation that can transform ordinary objects into those mechanical lifeforms?"
"And there are more of these things already hiding on Earth?"
The President—nicknamed “Smiling Boy” for his ever-present grin—was anything but cheerful now. His voice rose with every question, disbelief twisting his face into something...
The Pentagon – Secretary of Defense’s Office
Colonel Stenson stood at attention before the new Secretary of Defense, flanked by Major General Carlos. His voice was steady, but the content of his report sent chills through the room.
> “By the time I led the rapid-response unit to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, nearly all agents had fallen. Only Agent Peggy Carter and fewer than ten operatives were left, fighting desperately.”
> “There were eight of ...
As soon as the gunfire from the attackers stopped—and the sound of magazines being swapped echoed in the hall—Tony Stark suddenly lunged out from behind the marble counter like a war god possessed. He held his pistol in one hand and began firing rapidly at the intruders storming into the villa.
Henry wanted to stay in cover and keep playing dead, but when a main-character-tier superhero dashed into the line of fire, how could he keep cowering behind a counter?
After ...
“Ugh—!”
Peggy Carter clawed at the hand tightening around her throat. Her face flushed red as she struggled, her airways squeezed like they were caught in a steel vice.
She thrashed against Alex’s grip, putting every ounce of strength into her resistance—but it was useless. She couldn’t break free, not even an inch.
"Peggy Carter... are you trying to teach me how to act?"
Alex’s voice was like ice—his expression colder still. Holding her up with...
“What?!”
“No way!”
It wasn’t just Colonel Stenson and Peggy Carter who were stunned—
Even Megatron and his fellow Decepticons were thrown into complete disbelief.
To them, humans were always weak. Inferior. Pathetic ants not even worth crushing.
And now…
One of them had just vaporized a Decepticon with a single attack?
Unacceptable. Unimaginable. Unbelievable.
If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves, they wouldn’t have b...
Moving the gun aside, Henry said,
“You seriously want me to shoot? I’m not sure I wouldn’t hit you by accident.”
Truth be told, he just wanted to let Tony Stark suffer a bit more. It’s not like those two idiots could actually beat each other to death with their bare fists.
“Fk!”**
“Aargh—!”
One was Tony cursing, the other the attacker howling in frustration.
But if it was just those two going at it—one of whom Henry had already dealt wit...
Henry couldn’t care less about the chubby kid throwing a tantrum by the pool. He casually exited the water via the metal steps on the other side.
Stripping off his soaked suit jacket, he slung it over one shoulder. With his free hand, he loosened his tie and walked toward the villa’s front door with all the style of someone who gave precisely zero f**ks.
The little fatty tried to cut him off.
“Motherfker! Go get my phone or I swear I’ll fire you!”**
...
“Hey, man, I know you.” The guy who snapped his fingers said to Henry, stepping forward and rudely plucking the sunglasses off his face just to confirm who he was.
Being treated with such disrespect, Henry had no choice but to get a good look at who this man was.
Though he didn’t know the guy’s name, Henry recognized him as that same arrogant student—perhaps a grad student or a PhD candidate—who had once ambushed him with smug questions at the Caltech library...
“I’ll be right back.”
Alex stood from his seat, casting a glance toward the visibly frustrated Hank.
“Oh, and Hank,” he added with a wink, “this time I’m actually going to save people.”
Hank’s face, previously scrunched up like a walnut, immediately relaxed.
“Then don’t waste time—go!” he urged.
He knew this was still a tactical move on Alex’s part… but at least he was taking action.
BOOM!
With a sonic boom...
Everyone in the room understood Alex’s plan, even though he hadn’t spelled out every detail.
And their reactions were... mixed.
“I’ll be honest, Alex,” Emma Frost said, crossing her arms. “I didn’t think much of you at first.”
“Sure, you’re the most powerful mutant I’ve ever seen—but no offense, you always came off like a kid playing dress-up. Not naïve like Charles, but not nearly as mature as Shaw.”
She paused, then offered a fa...
Alex rummaged through the lab, gathering everything that looked remotely valuable or suspiciously high-tech into several large crates.
By the time he was done, the scene looked less like a battlefield and more like a successful shopping spree.
Dozens of containers—big and small—floated silently around him, like loyal satellites orbiting their star.
If this were the old days, carrying them would’ve been a logistical nightmare. He only had two hands, after all...
> [Special energy source detected!]
[Analyzing energy signature…]
[Energy value: 3,000 Origin Points — Status: Extractable]
The moment Alex stood before the AllSpark, the mechanical chime of his system echoed through his mind.
“Let’s go!”
Alex’s eyes lit up, unable to hide the grin tugging at his lips.
The AllSpark was extractable!
He hadn’t come for nothing after all.
Until now, whether the AllSpark could actual...
Gunfire thundered across the battlefield.
Eight S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were hunkered behind makeshift barriers, unleashing everything they had at a towering Decepticon in the distance.
Each man gripped a submachine gun, roaring as they squeezed their triggers, bullets ricocheting off the Decepticon’s metal hide with little more than a shower of sparks.
It was doing nothing.
The only thing slowing the mechanical menace was a mounted Gatling gun on a tactical ...
"I can’t believe it… Earthlings actually created something this terrifying?"
Number Four stared at the screen, mouth agape, watching the Decepticons tear through a battlefield in a storm of fire and steel.
As a Loric who had spent years hiding on Earth, he’d always viewed this planet with thinly veiled disdain.
To them, Earth was a backwater—a primitive world with laughable tech.
But now?
Earth’s so-called primitive civilization had birthed...
In the end, Henry agreed to Channing’s request and became a staff member at the party.
The decision was simple enough. After all, he knew that no matter how much he tried, he wouldn’t have easily been invited to such a high-class event. So why not take the opportunity to work as a staff member and experience it firsthand?
There was also the matter of returning a favor to Channing. The stunt performance he did for the B-movie was partly thanks to Channing's recommenda...
Henry swung by the actors’ guild again, half hoping to try out some newly learned flirtation lines on Marianne, and maybe check if there were any new casting calls posted.
But the always-seated front desk goddess was nowhere in sight today. In her place sat a middle-aged man with square-rimmed glasses.
Henry had no intention of flirting with a middle-aged man, so he silently nodded as a greeting and kept his thoughts to himself.
Disappointed—but not surprised...
"Henry, you made the right call."
Alex shrugged casually and took the metal box straight from Henry’s hands without ceremony.
Opening it, he found exactly what he expected—a jagged, half-sliced stone resting neatly inside.
The other half of the Sacred Stone.
"Raven and the others will help you find the remaining survivors. You don’t need to worry."
Eager to absorb this second piece of the Sacred Stone, Alex didn’t linger. After saying his par...
Mutant Base
BOOM!
A familiar sonic boom cracked through the sky as Alex landed heavily in the courtyard of the base.
"It’s the Headmaster!"
"He’s back!"
"Man, I wish I could fly too..."
Mutant students who had been training or playing nearby turned at the sound, eyes wide with admiration.
To fly...
To break free from gravity’s grip—that dream alone stirred wonder in every young heart.
And Alex didn’t just fly—he wa...
“You mean that junior actor who played in Chaplin and His Lovers? Heard he’s got a Hollywood dad, kind of a legacy baby, right? Funny you're the one asking me about him.”
“You know him?” Henry blinked in surprise.
“Well, I was curious about which actors today are cast to play the Golden Age starlets, so I watched it. Gotta say, I was a little let down. But the Chaplin kid’s acting wasn’t bad. I could see the skill.”
“So… do you think Robert D...
"I'm sorry to tell you this, Henry."
That was the very first thing Henry, the Kryptonian castaway from another world, heard when he came face to face with the star of the movie.
Steven Seagal stood before him, face solemn. "We heard about the altercation yesterday in the dining area. No matter the circumstances, the language you used was... inappropriate.
“Mr. Stark hasn't made any demands, but the other producers feel your continued presence on set would be a r...
Henry still had a thousand insults queued up, but his super-hearing caught the assistant director calling for background actors.
With a sigh and a muttered curse, he grabbed a few donuts, shoved one into his mouth, chased it down with a final swig of Coke, and stomped off toward the set—his rage smothered under the weight of professionalism.
Behind him, the smug young man who had stolen his burger—still chewing—stood frozen, flustered and fuming. Tony Stark had nev...
Henry was on a mission—a culinary mission.
He rummaged through the “premium” supply shelf like a man with purpose, collecting ingredients that would make any high-end chef nod in approval: fresh butter lettuce, vibrant kale, thick-cut heirloom tomatoes, and a brick of aged Parmesan he shaved down himself. Finally, he grabbed a massive, soft white bun—big enough to serve as a flotation device—sliced it cleanly in half, and laid it all out like he was about to perform a...
S.H.I.E.L.D. Base
Top-Secret Research Laboratory
“Unbelievable… absolutely unbelievable!”
“In such a compact cube—this much raw energy?!”
Excited voices filled the lab, overflowing with awe and obsession.
At the center of it all stood Arnim Zola, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s current chief scientist. He was surrounded by a team of researchers, all intently focused on a large test bench.
Sitting on that bench was a massive metallic cube, roughly two...
BANG!
A thunderous impact echoed through the air as a blurry figure slammed directly into one of the Bloodthirsty Devourers mid-flight.
The beast’s massive frame jolted from the hit before plummeting like a meteor, crashing hard into the ground.
Only then did the blurred figure come into focus.
Alex stood over the fallen beast, expression cold, posture relaxed but commanding—like he’d just swatted a fly.
There was no doubt about it.
The ...
“But what could’ve wiped out Black Robe’s entire squad without a single distress call?”
The question dropped into the war room like a guillotine—silent, sharp, and impossible to ignore.
The Mogadorians—grizzled commanders, strategists, and brutal tacticians—exchanged uneasy glances under the dim light of the command tent.
Fifty Mog soldiers.
Armed. Trained. Merciless.
Gone.
Not a single scream. Not one signal flare. Not even a dying ...
“There’s another one—a boy, maybe eleven or twelve, living like a wildling in a Florida forest.”
Emma’s voice echoed crisply in the Cerebro chamber, her fingers still lightly brushing the sides of the control panel as waves of mental data flowed into her mind.
The room held its breath.
“That’s Number Two!” Smith’s eyes widened with delight.
“This is incredible! She actually found them!”
Number Six practically vibrated with excit...
BOOM.
CRACK.
The sound echoed through the courtyard like a thunderclap tearing the sky apart.
Hellboy went flying.
His massive frame sailed over a hundred meters before slamming into the ground, shattering concrete on impact. The force spiderwebbed the earth around him, cracks racing outward like a small earthquake had struck.
Guh—!
A guttural grunt escaped him as blood spattered from his lips.
His ribs were shattered. His vision swam.
“Where is Hellboy now?”
Alex snapped back to the present, eyes locking on Raven.
“Still outside the base,” she replied, arms folded. “No one wanted to bring in a literal demon without your go-ahead.”
Fair enough.
A being summoned from the depths of Hell—not something you invited in lightly.
Alex considered for a moment, then nodded.
“Let him in.”
---
This wasn’t about Hellboy.
This was about Liz.
“Liszt?” a sailor asked, stepping closer and eyeing Henry’s hands as they tapped out a rhythm on the ship’s railing.
Henry turned, a little surprised. “Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. Noisy, dramatic, a classic,” he said with a small grin. “Been reading a lot about piano technique lately. Just... don’t have an actual piano, so I’m improvising.”
“Well, your fingerwork and motion are legit. That’s why I recognized it,” the sailor said, taking a drag fro...
Gunfire echoed down the narrow corridor of the warship. A squad of men, rifles blazing, swept forward with reckless aggression.
Henry was the last in line.
Suddenly, like a beast unleashed, a burly man lunged from the shadows. A flick of his wrist—thunk!—a throwing knife took down the point man. Before anyone could react, the assailant surged into the group, moving with brutal precision.
Three strikes. Four bodies dropped.
And then it was Henry’s turn...