Chapter 75: The Infinity War

Two titans, each wielding a host of powerful artifacts, had fully engaged in battle.

Terrifying waves of energy erupted—spiritual, spatial, temporal, and arcane forces all unleashed at once. Even the slightest backlash from their clash detonated with catastrophic force, disrupting untold numbers of subatomic particles and shaking the very foundation of the Earth.

Entire continents quivered as if a global earthquake had erupted. Moments later, towering tsunamis roared through the oceans.

"Who's shaking my oceans?!"

Namor the Sub-Mariner, expression grim and trident in hand, sat upon his throne beneath the sea. Sensing the rise of monstrous tidal waves, his face darkened, not just in anger, but in awe of the sheer power behind them.

BOOM!

With a single thunderous strike of his Trident of Neptune against the palace floor, the entire world's oceans abruptly stilled. Ripples of divine law surged forth, stabilizing the seas by force of will.

Such was the might of the King of Atlantis.

Simultaneously, an overwhelming surge of magic flared from Kamar-Taj. Countless arcane sigils, long etched into the fabric of Earth's space-time, flared to life, each one activating to suppress the fallout of the apocalyptic duel.

Across the globe, dread spread like wildfire. High-level operatives from the world's great powers paled, their instincts telling them what civilians couldn't yet comprehend:

This wasn't just another cosmic event.

"A sub-Skyfather-class entity fighting on Earth?"

"No—worse. Our energy sensors maxed out. And this is just from the aftershock!"

...

S.P.E.A.R. Bureau.

Xian Zheng stared southwest, his brows knotted, his face ashen.

"Why is that level of power surging from Kamar-Taj? Has the Ancient One really started fighting Martin?!"

With unparalleled surveillance systems, S.P.E.A.R. had already tracked Martin's movements. He hadn't exactly been subtle, wandering the Roof of the World like a walking singularity.

While S.H.I.E.L.D. played diplomat, S.P.E.A.R. was built for threat eradication, and they'd known for some time.

But… why had it come to this?

"Level One alert. Prepare for worst-case scenarios," Xian Zheng ordered.

Within moments, over 100,000 superhuman agents mobilized across the country.

"Define 'worst-case scenario,'" rumbled a man with divine light crackling across his body, wielding a golden Ruyi Jingu Bang, the legendary staff.

Xian Zheng glanced at him.

"Worst case? We all go down together. Right now, we don't know why they're fighting. But at their level? Earth might as well be tissue paper."

Then, meeting the man's eyes with gravity:

"Sun Wukong… your divine energy is becoming unstable. They're coming back soon, aren't they?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head.

"Feels that way. I can almost sense his divine essence. After all, the power I have… came from one of his cloned hairs. There's still a resonance."

This Sun Wukong was no celestial being from Heavenly Court. He was a human, discovered a sealed hair clone of the true Sun Wukong in a secret dimension years ago. The two had communed for years, during which the clone subjected him to brutal training.

Eventually, he inherited the clone's divine might… and joined S.P.E.A.R. Bureau under Xian Zheng as one of its elite combatants.

And yet, he wasn't even their strongest.

Within S.P.E.A.R., several were stronger still. The agency's true depth of power remained hidden, revealing only the tip of an iceberg forged in secret wars.

"Stay in the homeland. Monitor everything. I'll head to K'un-Lun myself. We need to talk to Lei-Kung, the Yu-Ti, and Shou-Lao directly. If this gets worse, we'll need their help."

Xian Zheng spoke solemnly.

The immortal cultivators of K'un-Lun had lived far too long. No one truly knew how strong they were. And the dragon Shou-Lao, source of K'un-Lun's mystic power, was a mystery unto himself. Their alliance was critical.

While S.P.E.A.R. held the highest overt authority within the Eastern Superpower, K'un-Lun was an ancient colossus, one that even they had to appease.

Now, all major organizations were stirred. HYDRA, the Hand, Atlantis, Latveria, the X-Men, the Brotherhood. Across factions, allies and enemies alike trembled in the aftershock of the clash.

In this moment of apocalypse, weakness was naked and exposed. The only thing left was to pray the two combatants didn't burn everything down with them.

The age of ambition and fragility is always the age of madness.

...

In an alternate dimension.

Layer upon layer of crystalline mirror barriers shattered under Martin's fist. Shards exploded like stars dying in reverse.

A terrifying aura surged, cold, sharp, and lethal. The blue brilliance of the Space Stone flared, splitting the void like a divine blade.

Everything… was breaking.

"Give me the Time Stone, Ancient One. I'll walk away," Martin growled, his fist smashing yet another regenerating Mirror Dimension construct, flattening a folded city block in the process.

The Ancient One shot backward, her yellow robes fluttering like torn sunlight. Upon her shoulders, the blue and red Cloaks of Levitation spun violently, boosting her evasive speed. Both relics possessed sentience and powerful autonomous magic, flaring with arcane defenses, retaliating with bursts of raw dimensional energy.

"So, you do know about the Time Stone... Who are you really?"

Her voice dropped in tone.

The secrets of the Time Stone were guarded through generations of Sorcerer Supremes. It was housed in the Eye of Agamotto, safeguarded by Kamar-Taj through millennia.

Yet Martin knew. Not just what it was, but how it worked. He showed no surprise when she summoned its green time-energy. He was prepared.

In countless timelines, Martin was no more than a footnote. A minor variable. A forgotten man.

And yet... here he stood.

"The Time Stone connects to far more than this world. It's the most dangerous, and the most powerful, of the six. I can't let you have it!"

The Ancient One raised the Book of the Vishanti. Pages flipped as runes blazed, unleashing a torrent of impossible spells, celestial incantations that defied physics.

From the far reaches of the multiverse, the Three Vishanti lent her their power. With their divine backing, she could perform sorcery beyond mortal comprehension.

But still, Martin shattered every spell with brute force.

"Stop holding back. If you want to beat me, use the Time Stone! You won't win with scraps of magic, Ancient One. What are you afraid of?"

He stared at the dark glyphs slowly forming around her eyes, the markings of forbidden sorcery.

His voice was cold.

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