Chapter 3

"I thought it was going to be a close fight… but I was wrong."

Lin Fan stood over the lifeless body of Thanos, the Titan's eyes still frozen in disbelief. Even in death, his expression carried the weight of an unfulfilled destiny.

"You're too weak," Lin Fan murmured. "Or rather, Thanos without the Infinity Gauntlet and the Stones is too weak."

His voice was quiet—just loud enough for Thanos to hear.

The Titan's fingers trembled. His body, though strong beyond comprehension, was failing.

"You… finally… be… who…?" Thanos rasped, each word dripping with fading life.

Titan physiology was beyond resilient. Even with his heart ripped out, he still clung to existence.

But not for long.

"Who am I?" Lin Fan repeated, almost amused by the question.

For a brief moment, a flicker of confusion crossed his face.

"To be precise…" He paused. Then, with a smirk, he finished, "I'm someone who doesn't belong to this world."

Thanos' eyes widened.

A sudden gush of dark blood erupted from his throat. His body gave one final, violent shudder.

Then—stillness.

Thanos, the Mad Titan, the ruler of countless worlds, was dead.

Lin Fan exhaled.

The battle had ended, but not without cost.

He glanced down at his left arm—or rather, the absence of it.

From the shoulder down, his limb was gone—obliterated by Thanos' final, desperate counterattack.

Yet… no blood spilled.

Instead, a soft pink aura pulsed at the severed joint.

Lin Fan smirked.

A faint thought crossed his mind, and instantly, flesh and muscle regrew.

In a mere heartbeat, his left arm was fully restored.

Majin Buu's cellular regeneration.

A power beyond reason—as long as a single cell remained, he could return, whole and unharmed.

Lin Fan flexed his fingers, his smirk widening.

Infinite rebirth. Infinite evolution. Infinite power.

This was Majin Buu's true terror.

A rumbling shockwave suddenly tore through the battlefield.

Lin Fan turned just in time to see a monstrous figure charging toward him.

A four-meter-tall giant, his skin as hard as stone, his behemoth arms wielding a spiked iron ball as large as a truck.

Black Dwarf.

Loyal to Thanos to the very end.

With a furious roar, Black Dwarf charged, each thunderous step carving deep craters into the metal floor.

His rage was absolute.

His master was dead.

And now, only vengeance remained.

The behemoth leaped, his massive form soaring through the air like a cannonball.

Gravity collapsed beneath him, the sheer force of his movement shattering the alloy ground below.

Then—he swung.

The colossal iron ball, glowing with sheer destructive force, descended like a meteor.

Lin Fan stood still.

Unmoving.

Then—he simply raised one hand.

BOOM!

The iron ball crashed against his palm…

And stopped.

The shockwave from the impact blasted outward, ripping through the battlefield like a hurricane.

Yet, Lin Fan didn't budge.

Black Dwarf staggered back, his face twisted in pure disbelief.

His arms trembled, veins bulging, muscles spasming—then, with a sickening crack, his bones shattered.

Blood splattered across the broken battlefield as his arms snapped apart.

Lin Fan's smile deepened.

"You're pathetic."

Even the Hulk would have struggled against Black Dwarf's raw power.

But in front of Majin Buu?

He was nothing.

Lin Fan took a step forward, eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement.

"Let's try something new."

With a simple flick of his wrist, his fingertip ignited with a dark, inky light.

A single, thin beam fired forward.

It pierced straight through Black Dwarf's forehead.

His roar died in his throat. His gigantic body convulsed violently.

Then—his form began to shrink.

His skin darkened, his massive size withering away.

The Black Order's mightiest warrior… was crumbling.

And then—he was gone.

In his place…

A fist-sized chunk of dark chocolate dropped to the ground.

Lin Fan grinned.

Majin Buu's signature ability—Morph Ray.

Any creature struck by it could be transformed into anything.

Sweets. Cookies. Chocolate.

Or in this case—a Black Dwarf brand chocolate bar.

Lin Fan knelt, picking up the tiny piece of chocolate between his fingers.

He twirled it, inspecting his handiwork.

Then, with a chuckle—he tossed it into his mouth.

A crunch.

A swallow.

The battlefield fell into silence.

The Black Order. The Chitauri. The remnants of Thanos' army.

All of them watched.

And in that silence, they knew—

The new nightmare of the universe had begun.

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