With a loud shout, the crowd scattered and began to flee in panic.
Seeing this, Syd wasn't surprised.
If these people had dared to stay despite the danger, that would have surprised him.
Watching their frantic movements, he had no intention of stopping them.
Once the street was empty, Syd closed his eyes, hovering two meters above the ground, and quietly began to wait.
As his presence spread across the streets of Hong Kong, chaos erupted throughout the city.
Panic-stricken citizens scrambled to pack their belongings, desperate to flee the city.
The chaos escalated, with traffic jams clogging the streets.
The panic began to ripple outward from Hong Kong, spreading like wildfire.
To the people of Hong Kong, the Messiah—a rare Omega-level mutant—was synonymous with disaster. If they didn't run now, when would they?
Staying could mean it was too late.
Thanks to the internet, news of Messiah's sudden appearance in Hong Kong quickly spread across Asia.
Online, speculation ran wild.
"Messiah is in Hong Kong—what is he planning?"
"Anyone brave enough to risk their life to get footage? We need to see what's happening!"
Soon, the news reached America, where many were caught off guard by this development.
No one could fathom why their native Messiah had suddenly traveled to Asia.
Still, some took solace in the fact that he was no longer causing trouble on their home turf.
For a brief moment, many rejoiced in schadenfreude.
Meanwhile, Irina and her television crew received orders from their boss.
They quickly got to work.
"Good evening, viewers. I'm your host, Irina," she greeted with a sweet smile, dressed in a vibrant red outfit.
"I'm sure everyone's curious—why has Messiah suddenly gone to Hong Kong? What is his purpose?"
"In response to your questions, we've managed to capture footage from the streets of Hong Kong, giving you the latest updates on Messiah!"
As she spoke, the broadcast cut to live footage of the streets where Messiah was present.
"We don't yet know what this evil Omega-level mutant is planning, or how the military will respond," Irina said, her sweet voice filling the airwaves.
"Stay tuned as the situation unfolds!"
As time passed, the livestream gained more traction, with countless viewers focusing their attention on Messiah's actions.
...
Sokovia
"Messiah?"
Ultron's eyes gleamed with intrigue.
Surveying the 1,200 Sentinel robots he had just created, a grin spread across his metallic face.
"I may not have been able to deal with the terrifying White Knight, but I can certainly handle you."
To Ultron, Messiah might have been an Omega-level mutant, but he was far weaker than the infamous White Knight.
The data spoke for itself—Messiah struggled against dozens or even hundreds of Sentinels, a far cry from the devastating power White Knight had displayed.
Confidence surged through Ultron's circuits.
"With 1,200 Sentinels, Messiah's Omega-level abilities will soon belong to me," he said greedily.
Even if Messiah's powers weren't as fearsome as White Knight's, they were still Omega-level abilities—valuable nonetheless.
And this was the perfect opportunity. Under the watchful eyes of the world, Ultron could showcase his might and instill fear in humanity.
His grin widened.
...
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
"What is Syd planning?" Logan muttered, concern etched across his face.
"This kid…" Professor Charles sighed, worry filling his heart. He feared the enemies that might target Messiah.
...
The Brotherhood of Mutants
Magneto and the others had their attention fixed on the broadcast.
Stark Tower
Tony along with Natasha and Clint, watched with surprise.
Thor scoffed. "This Messiah shares the same rank as my brother? I fail to see what's so impressive."
Various factions, from S.H.I.E.L.D. to alien forces to the U.S. military, turned their focus to Messiah, all eager to uncover his intentions.
Back on the chaotic streets of Hong Kong, Syd continued his meditation, waiting for Dormammu or the Elder God to descend.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps disrupted his focus.
Opening his eyes, he saw a group of people approaching.
"Greetings, we are with the Spear Bureau. My name is Zhang Zhen…"
Among the six individuals dressed in specialized uniforms, a cautious middle-aged man introduced himself.
Hearing the name "Spear Bureau," a peculiar expression flickered across Syd's face.
Spear Bureau?
Delving into his memory, Syd recalled some details.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. governed the West, the Spear Bureau operated in the East. Both organizations were similar in scope and influence.
With that realization, Syd paid them no mind. Glancing briefly at the superpowered individuals accompanying Zhang Zhen, he closed his eyes again.
"Stay away from me. I don't want to be disturbed," he said coldly.
Zhang Zhen's face fell, a mix of frustration and resignation.
One of his teammates, visibly irritated, was about to retort when Zhang Zhen raised a hand to stop him.
"We understand," Zhang Zhen replied politely.
"Let's go."
Leading his team away, Zhang Zhen maintained his composure.
After walking over a hundred meters, believing they were out of Messiah's earshot, a younger teammate named Li Shui voiced his frustration.
"Brother Zhang, why did you stop me from speaking? Just because he's an Omega-level mutant doesn't make him invincible!"
"I'm a Level 4 mutant too—I'm not afraid of him!"
Li Shui's tone dripped with disdain.
Though he acknowledged Messiah's superior abilities, he believed Omega-level mutants were not infallible.
After all, they were still flesh and blood. If caught off guard, even an Omega-level mutant could fall.
"Of course, if White Knight were here, I'd flee without hesitation," he muttered. "But Messiah? I might even have a chance to take him down!"
The other team members, equally powerful and prideful, shared similar sentiments.
Syd, however, was oblivious to their grumblings. His gaze remained fixed on the sky, his brow furrowed.
"Why hasn't Dormammu appeared yet?"
(End of Chapter)
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Under normal circumstances, Dormammu would have begun his invasion shortly after the temple's downfall. But now, there was no sign of him.
After some thought, Syd arrived at a possible reason.
"Could it be because the Ancient One is still alive?"
This seemed the only plausible explanation for Dormammu's delay.
After all, with the Ancient One's immense power, it was natural for Dormammu to proceed cautiously.
Perhaps he was preparing some devious plan, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Meanwhile, at the Hong Kong Sanctum, the Ancient One gazed over the city, deep in thought.
"The future has changed…"
For years, she had spent countless hours peering into the future, including her own.
Each time she reached this moment in the timeline, her future became a blank slate.
She had accepted this long ago, understanding that her demise was likely destined, unavoidable.
She had no intention of changing it.
Avoiding her death might bring about even greater calamities.
Over the years, she had thwarted countless catastrophes, but misfortune always found its way back.
Death, she believed, gave life meaning. It reminded everyone of time's brevity, urging them to cherish their fleeting days.
She had prepared herself for this step, even planning to entrust everything to Stephen Strange when the time came.
Yet now, she stood alive, watching events unfold in ways entirely unrecognizable from the futures she had foreseen.
Her expression turned complex.
Long ago, she had sensed an unknown force altering the future, causing unprecedented changes. However, she had never anticipated a shift so profound that even her death had been averted.
"I can't tell if this is a blessing or a curse," she muttered.
A future derailed from its destined course likely heralded even greater disasters.
As the hours passed, night gave way to morning.
The sky was heavy with storm clouds, a foreboding stillness in the air.
Just as people began adjusting to Messiah's presence, with some even returning home under the assumption that nothing would happen, the extraordinary occurred.
Above Hong Kong, countless black dots appeared in the sky.
"What is that?"
"Sentinel robots?"
The remaining citizens stared in shock at the densely packed Sentinels hovering above.
Early risers tuning into Messiah's livestream were equally stunned.
As they called for others to join, more and more people turned their attention to the unfolding scene.
Irina, Stark Tower, S.H.I.E.L.D., Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters…
"What are these Sentinels planning?"
"Are they about to…"
Before the speculation could end, the 300 Sentinels in the sky moved in unison, flying toward a single location.
Everyone knew where that was—Messiah's position in the heart of Hong Kong.
Spear Bureau, Hong Kong Division
"Haha! Brother Zhang, let's see what Messiah does now!"
The tall, thin Li Shui, who appeared to be in his thirties, wore a smug expression of schadenfreude.
Ever since encountering Messiah the previous night, he had been irritated.
Despite Zhang Zhen stopping him from confronting Messiah, his dissatisfaction lingered, ruining his sleep.
Now, seeing hundreds of Sentinels heading toward Messiah, he couldn't contain his glee.
"He might be an Omega-level mutant, but he's no White Knight. His power isn't that absurd…" Li Shui sneered.
In the past, Messiah had struggled against dozens, sometimes hundreds, of Sentinels. How could he possibly handle this many now?
And who knew how many more were on their way?
His companions, all of whom possessed extraordinary powers, shared similar expressions of smug delight.
"Enough chatter. Let's head over and see for ourselves," Zhang Zhen ordered, leading his team toward Messiah's location.
Across the world, countless viewers compared Messiah to the White Knight, fully aware of the disparity in strength even among Omega-level mutants.
In the heart of Hong Kong, under Magneto's watchful gaze, the 300 Sentinels surrounded Messiah.
"Messiah, a pleasure to meet you. You should know who I am."
A mechanical voice emanated from the leading Sentinel.
Ultron's greedy tone continued.
"There are 300 Sentinels here. Messiah, stop resisting. Surrender, and I promise to spare your life. I have no intention of damaging such a valuable body."
Syd frowned, his gaze locking onto the machine.
As the world held its breath, expecting a fight to break out, the unexpected happened.
From the heart of Hong Kong, a massive surge of black and purple energy erupted, spreading rapidly.
Through the dark energy, a strange dimension became visible—a black and purple space resembling a swamp that swallowed dozens of skyscrapers in an instant.
The energy continued to expand, consuming everything in its path at an alarming rate.
Sensing the danger, Mordo and Stephen Strange stepped through a portal, their faces grim.
"It's the Dark Dimension," Mordo said gravely. "We can't let it spread, or everything will be consumed!"
"What is this?"
Ultron, on the verge of attacking Messiah, was stunned.
What was happening in that region? Was something consuming it?
Even Ultron, with his advanced systems, felt a twinge of fear.
Across the world, viewers watching the livestream stared in horror at the terrifying phenomenon.
Zhang Zhen and his Spear Bureau team stopped dead in their tracks, their faces pale.
"What… is that?"
Amid the collective shock, a colossal and mysterious figure emerged from the black and purple dimension.
The being was massive, its body shrouded in darkness. Two eyes glowed with a piercing purple-white light.
Its gaze fell upon Earth, filled with greed and disdain.
To this being, humanity seemed no more than insignificant insects to be trampled.
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