NEW YORK (Evening)
General POV
A person stood atop a building—not just any building, but the Empire State. The wind howled around him at this height, tugging at his clothes as it sway with the wind.
He wasn't dressed like a tourist, that was for sure.
The man wore a pristine white suit, draped in a matching white cape and hood. His face was hidden behind a sleek black mask—featureless except for a sharp, V-shaped line that glowed faintly with blue energy. At his chest pulsed a radiant blue core, like the beating heart of a star, powering the suit and acting as a portable battery for his gear—designed by Cara, who was currently in Alex's home, not in the system space. After all, time dilation made things… complicated.
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Alex, now suited up, looked down from his perch. The cars below resembled ants. The surrounding buildings were like stacked children's blocks. From this height, he could see full view of New York in one glance.
He exhaled slowly through the mask, his voice a low murmur.
"Well, let's just get down to work"
Stepping forward, he perched on the edge of the iconic eagle gargoyle, his stance calm despite the death-defying height. Without hesitation, he slipped on the Green Lantern ring. Immediately, a soft green aura enveloped him, crackling with raw willpower.
This Green Lantern ring was unlike the original. It didn't require a lantern for recharging, as it already held unlimited energy within itself. But to draw out more of that power, Alex had to be acknowledged by the ring.
It possessed two modes. The first was the normal state, the one Alex is using at the time. In this mode, a green aura wrapped around him, granting him flight and the ability to shape constructs—ranging from simple tools to mid-sized objects.
The second was the ring's Max Mode, unlocked by tapping it twice. When activated, it released a surge of power that allowed Alex to wield everything the ring could offer him currently. At this mode His aura will burn brighter, and the constructs he created became stronger, larger, and far more refined.
"Maximum effort," he muttered with a smirk under the mask.
Sorry, Deadpool—don't sue my ass.Using green lantern ring and saying trademark of Deadpool quite a thing.
And with that, he jumped.
The wind tore past him as he plummeted. The city lights blurred. His suit adapted instantly, stabilizing his descent. With a precise burst of energy, he halted mid-air—hovering in place like a ghost between the clouds.
Then, without warning, he blasted forward with a thunderous sonic boom. The sky trembled as the shockwave parted the clouds, leaving a trail in his wake.
"WOOOHHHOOO"he yelled in excitement as he rocketed through the evening sky, heading straight toward the Baxter Building—home of the Fantastic Four. After all, it wouldn't feel right without them to crash at Doom house.
And besides, he had plans.
Forming alliances or connections—with them, with S.H.I.E.L.D.—wasn't just smart.
It was necessary.
Especially now, when the circumstances were… bleak.
As he approached the Baxter Building, SHIELD, which regularly monitored New York—because God knows why every kind of superpowered individual seemed to pop out of nowhere in this city—detected a high-energy radiation signature. It was flying at Mach 18, with a size matching that of a normal human, heading straight for the base of the Fantastic Four.
On Nick Fury's order, Agent Coulson contacted the Fantastic Four. Even though Reed Richards didn't work under SHIELD or any other organization, he still had a mutual alliance with them, especially when it came to the High Human society—a group of mutants the world considered them terrorists.
Due to the ongoing exchange of information and cooperation, SHIELD and the Fantastic Four had worked together ever since their public debut just two weeks ago. The world was still getting used to calling them "heroes."
As the line connected, Coulson appeared urgently on the monitor.
"Reed, there's a person coming straight to the Baxter Building at supersonic speed. Whether he's hostile or not, we don't know—but don't let your guard down."
Reed, hearing this, looked confused but still understood the urgency. Before he could respond—
FWOOOOOM
Air roared outside the Baxter Building.
Alex hovered silently in front of the glass, his eyes scanning the interior, landing on the Fantastic Four. His cape fluttered violently in the wind, the golden-orange rays of the sunset illuminating his figure like a god descending.
Right now, Alex was simply aura farming in his debut.
"And you guys tell me I'm dramatic," Johnny muttered, staring at the hovering figure.
"Let's go outside and meet the new guy who's flying into our turf."Johnny said as he stretch his neck by tilting it.
"What turf? Are we mafia or something?" Ben groaned but still kept a wary eye on the stranger.
"Susan," Reed said, turning to her.
Susan nodded. Raising her hand, a shimmering blue energy formed around her fingers and then solidified into a circular force field surrounding Alex—an attempt to imprison him mid-air.
"Ah, I thought he might sense it and dodge. Even the mutants we fought earlier reacted to the danger immediately. But this guy..." Reed murmured, smiling at the result. "He's like a moth mesmerized by the fire."
But the smile vanished.
All four members of the Fantastic Four—and even Coulson watching from the screen—froze with their mouths agape.
Alex nonchalantly phased through Susan's force field—and the glass in between—like it wasn't even there.
The entire Fantastic Four instinctively stepped back.
"Wait. I'm here to discuss something important—" Alex began, but only Reed and Coulson seemed interested in listening. Susan was still stunned that her ability had failed, and Johnny and Ben lunged without hesitation.
"Flame on!" Johnny roared, transforming into a blazing comet as he rocketed toward Alex, too fast for the naked eye to follow.
But for Alex—whose current speed could reach Mach 18—that was a joke.
He had already sensed the red aura surrounding both Ben and Johnny, a clear sign of hostility, thanks to his Danger Sense. Only Reed and Susan showed a mix of red and white, meaning they could turn hostile only if he attacked.
Alex didn't even look.
In a blink, Johnny hurled himself through the glass, then froze in mid-air, which shattered the glass.
"Sis! Block this!" Johnny shouted as he clapped his hands, preparing to unleash flames with temperatures over 2000°C. He warned Susan to protect others with his next move, which he unleashed on Alex.
But Alex moved first.
"Really? Might've just called me on the phone that you were attacking," Alex muttered as he waved his hand.
Suddenly, the oxygen around Johnny vanished. His flames sputtered out. With no energy left to fly, he plummeted.
"Johnny!" Susan screamed, running toward the edge where the glass once was.
But Alex had vanished, reappearing with Johnny cradled in his arms. The younger Storm looked pale—caught between panic and a near-death experience.
Thump. Thump.
Heavy footsteps thundered behind Alex as the air shifted.
BOOM.
Ben Grimm's massive fist crashed forward, smirking as he delivered a full-power punch.
But his grin vanished when he saw a green, glowing square tile floating between his fist and Alex's face.
Alex adjusted his stance.
Crack—BOOM!
His counterpunch landed so fast Ben couldn't comprehend it. He was sent flying midair, straight toward Reed's lab, a direction that might've destroyed countless delicate experiments.
But Alex calmly constructed a green block-like cell, catching him midair.
"Now," Alex said, voice calm but firm, "can both of you listen to me? I'm here to discuss something important—about Doom."
The moment the name left his lips, the tension shifted. Interest sparked in their eyes. Even Reed, who was secretly calculating how to trap Alex earlier, froze—especially after seeing how easily he had phased through Susan's force field.
Coulson narrowed his eyes at the screen, watching intently.
"First of all, I am Aethereon,just a guy who is hero for fun" he declared. "As for my purpose—I'm here because Doom is planning a ritual that may open a portal to a different dimension. On the other side is an army—demonic beings, waiting to invade Earth and throw a slaughter party."His tone darkened.
"And Doom isn't doing it on purpose. He's being manipulated."he added to not turn doom into a full evil guy.
half an hour later
...
The glass and furniture that were destroyed were retracting again as new. Shards of broken material hovered in midair, pulled by invisible threads of force, fusing seamlessly into their original form. It was as if the destruction had never occurred—reversed by unseen hands.
The whole thing—how Alex phased through Susan's force field and blocked the oxygen around Johnny Storm—was because, mainly, of his matter manipulation. He could manipulate matter at the molecular level. But the state of this ability was high af—just below atomic level manipulation. Like, he could manipulate organic and inorganic matter both.
With this, he phased through Susan's force field, which was only now capable of air and light manipulation. Woefully insufficient to construct a proper force field against someone of his caliber. She was not strong yet, because her power had not been boosted by the Negative Zone or they are not yet have knack of full control.
With that, Alex fixed the damage occurred because of the fight and told them the situation, but didn't tell them about Mephisto, because that is above their pay grade.
"So you get it? We don't have much time, and SHIELD right there won't do anything—because the World Security Council behind them won't let them do anything. At best, when the portal opens and the demon comes out, they might nuke the place without any care," Aethereon said as he sat cross-legged beside Susan, who was looking at him intently, because she was still displeased about her ability didn't work on him.
Well, they did for New York, as for Latveria, they might send two nukes, Aethereon thought.
"I may say, Mr. Aethereon, I am—"
"Don't talk. I already know you. And about your boss, too—who might be frowning right now because he is also listening to this conversation."
SHIELD was also eyeing him—because a new, powerful individual appeared. And Nick Fury ass—which is next-level paranoia—won't be stalking the conversation. Hell no.
And as for Alex, his voice doesn't need to be changed, as now, in his true physique, his vocal cords are more developed than they were in his 14-year-old form. So no one relates to his voice.
Then, one second later, a voice came—with disbelief.
"Motherfucker."
Alex's mouth twitched slightly as he listened to the voice. Coulson, with an embarrassed smile, held up his Nokia phone, waved at the screen, and whispered to the phone:
"Sir, they found out."
"I already know that, Agent Coulson. Ahem... So, Aethereon—that's what you call yourself, right? So what is your plan about this?"
"I can teleport myself and the Fantastic Four team to Latveria to stop Doom. And if worst comes to worst—fight the demon army and close the portal. And Doom might also help, by knowing he was just a pawn."
Nick Fury also agreed with that. And also collected more info out of Aethereon. He is not only a powerful metahuman, but also has advanced technology—like portal construction. And his suit also might be advance.(the photos provided by Coulson through Reed CCTV in the building to Nick Fury).
Aethereon continued, "As I said, Doom is planning a ritual, so we still have time—wait."
Aetehreon, who was chill until now, abruptly stood up.
Fuck, he thought. I was so relaxed I forgot about the different time zone.
Latveria is beside Romania, and the time difference between New York and Latveria is +6:00 hours. Meaning, right now in New York, the time is 5:50 p.m.—so in Latveria, right now it is 11:50 p.m. And the ritual will be performed at midnight.
"Shit! We don't have time—we have to hurry up! In Latveria right now, time is 11:50—meaning we have only 10 minutes," Aethereon said urgently as he brought out the torch-like gun from thin air—which was a device mase by Cara in demon slayer world to construct teleporting portals.
All others also tensed up. They also didn't acknowledge that part, as Aetehreon told them Doom would perform his ritual at midnight, and right now in New York, sunset just happened.
Without any more moment to spend.
He triggered the click on the gun—and the blue energy shot out. A portal appeared mid-air.
"I know you still have some doubts," Alex said, glancing back at the Fantastic Four, his voice calm but carrying quiet urgency. His eyes narrowed slightly, jaw firm, as if steeling himself for what was ahead. "But we need to go and stop Doom before it's too late."
Johnny and Ben stepped forward without a word. Johnny's usual cocky smirk curved at the corner of his lips as he slid his hands into his pockets, trying to appear casual. Ben just gave a small nod, his rocky brow furrowing with focus as he cracked his knuckles with a deep, echoing thud.
"No need to say anything," Johnny added with a shrug, a playful glint in his eye. "I also want to beat that jerk. Pretty good reason—'cause of my sis. Hehe."
Susan shot him a sharp glare, arms crossing instinctively. Her expression clearly read,
'Seriously?'
Johnny chuckled awkwardly and held up his hands in mock surrender, stepping back slightly.
"Don't we need to prepare anything? Equipment or something?" Susan asked, her concern creeping through her otherwise composed tone. "What if Doom's portal can't be closed by normal means? And what's the exact plan?"
Aethereon turned to face them fully now. Even he wore a mask but everyone could understand that Aethereon was prepared and calmly focused—a seriousness that settled the room.
"I already have the necessary tools to close the portal," he replied, voice low and steady. "But the problem is—it was opened using magic. I can't guarantee I can shut it easily."
Reed sighed, adjusting his glasses with a small shake of his head. His brows drew together as if wrestling with the implications.
"Still hard to believe there's magic," he muttered. "First aliens, then hidden civilizations—that was already a blow to my worldview. And now this..."
As the group stepped into the portal, the air shimmered. A soft, glowing light surrounded them. Alex took one last glance at the lab, his expression unreadable, then walked through. The portal pulsed once, and in a blink, it collapsed inward with a silent flicker, vanishing into a single point of light.
"Did they just left without saying anything to me"Fury voice came from the screen where coulson held his phone in front of the camera
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LATVERIA
DOOM CASTLE
THIRD PERSON POV
Victor Von Doom—who had long cast aside his former self—was now called as Doctor Doom, the ruler of Latveria.
The things he had done in recent days had shifted something deep within him. Once self-centered and proud, Doom had grown far more ruthless and dominant.
Now, he sought not just control—but to sit at the very top. And today, he was preparing for an important task. A task given to him by his mother—whose soul remained trapped in Hell after being falsely accused and executed by inhuman hands. He would free her… no matter the cost.
Not only had he grown stronger in the arcane arts, but he had also created a powerful army of his own design—Doombots, a fusion of sorcery and science. Even his armor, now iconic, was no ordinary creation.
It was powered by a Magitek Core, forged by Doom himself. It had taken him five relentless days to complete it. This core not only drew fuel from raw electric energy but also absorbed mystic chakra, rune magic, and dark arcane forces.
Now, Doom walked with heavy, echoing steps through the dim corridors of his ancient castle, heading toward the altar built behind the cliff. His cloak billowed behind him in the wind as his metal boots thudded against the stone floor. The altar site was ready—every resource, every symbol, perfectly aligned. Everything he had prepared would serve as the catalyst for the ritual.
There, shackled in chains and wrapped in tattered cloth, stood the humans he had gathered for this moment. Their mouths were veiled in pale white fabric, inscribed with black runic symbols. Five of them were from the once-noble Baron family—the former rulers of Latveria.
The remaining seventeen were villagers and soldiers, all of whom had played a role—directly or indirectly—in the deaths of Doom's parents.
A large circular diagram was drawn across the floor of the altar, surrounded by ritual pots that burned with dark blue flames.
The energy in the air was thick and unnatural, the scent of burning incense mixed with ash. The entire place reeked of black magic. But Doom didn't flinch. He ignored the implications of what he was doing.
He would save his mother.
And anyone who stood in his way... would be destroyed.
As Doom approached the bound captives, their bodies trembled. Their eyes shut in terror, faces streaked with tears, snot running freely. The only sounds that escaped were muffled sobs, strangled behind the cloth tied over their mouths.
Doom's footsteps stopped mere inches away.
He stared down at them through the narrow eye slits of his cold, metallic mask. His voice came out like frozen steel—unfeeling, devoid of mercy.
"Do you know why you're here? Why did I become the ruler of this nation?"
He let the words hang in the air like a blade.
"This... involves all of you. Decades ago, you chose to forget. But you, Baron,"—his head turned slightly—"you should remember me. After all, I lived in this very estate... right under your nose."
The way Doom spoke... it wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. The coldness in his tone cut deeper than any scream could.
Baron, hearing his name spoken by that voice—that man—lifted his head just slightly. His eyes met the masked slits of Doom's gaze... and immediately turned away, trembling. He couldn't hold it. His knees almost buckled as he shook from the weight of guilt and terror.
And then, Doom told them everything.
He told them about his mother.
About his father.
What had been done to them. How they had suffered. How they had died.
His voice remained steady, but underneath that mask... Doom's eyes burned—not just with rage, but with something far deeper. A son's grief, twisted into cruel vengeance.
When his tale ended, silence fell over the altar.
The bound victims—now knowing the full truth—understood one thing.
They were not going to leave this place alive.
...
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GENERAL POV
A blue portal swirled open in front of the ominous Doom Castle, its energy humming softly against the dark wind. It was coordinated by Cara, who remained in constant contact with Alex through his suit. Though he didn't speak aloud around others, she guided him silently—his mask interface mirroring her view and analyzing his surroundings in real-time.
As both the Fantastic Four and Aethereon stepped out of the portal, they found themselves standing at the edge of a small cliff, the castle looming ahead like a sleeping beast.
Just as the team began adjusting to the new environment, Cara's calm voice rang in Alex's comms.
"Alex, I've scanned the castle. Multiple androids detected. But something's off—there's an unusual energy around them. It's similar to the Ancient One's portal signature."
Alex narrowed his eyes. He had already sensed it. Energy flowed unnaturally through the structure—tainted, corrupted. His chakra pulsed. He was already in Sage Mode.
Unlike Naruto or Minato, whose eyes turned into toad-like slits, Alex's eyes glowed a deep orange without any change to pupils, with matching streaks stretching beside his brows.
Here, the nature chakra didn't exist. But thanks to the system acting as a medium, it converted the world's ambient energy into sage chakra, balancing it within him. No meditation. No pause. He could enter and exit Sage Mode at will.
"Guys, heads up. We've got company. Human Torch, take the air. Susan, support Ben. He's close-range only. Reed, you distract the tray one don't let them group against others"
He turned, voice steady but firm. "And don't think of them as junk. You'll understand soon enough."
Suddenly—
VROOOOM!
Thirty or so DoomBots burst onto the battlefield, engines roaring, metal limbs slicing through the wind.
Seeing them Aethereon—vanished.
In a blink, he moved in supersonic. To him, the world crawled. Seconds stretched into eternities. A day in this state would be just dozen seconds in real time.
He hurled two daggers, infused with wind and sage chakra. Even if the robots couldn't react they could "see," their processing power made up for it. Doom hadn't given them AI in the traditional sense—they weren't self-aware—but they could calculate faster than any human mind.
SWISH! SWISH!
The daggers struck, slicing clean through metal and energy cores. Two bots collapsed instantly, sparking and hissing.
Time snapped back.
The Fantastic Four watched, stunned, as Alex reappeared FAR ahead of them.
"He's that fast... even on land?" Johnny muttered, igniting his fighting aura.
The Human Torch rocketed into the air, flames dancing wildly. He blasted a bot with heat far more intense than what he used on Aethereon earlier. The bot crumbled under pressure—half of his body below the torso melted
—or so he thought.
From the inferno, a metallic arm lunged out and grabbed him by the throat.Even being half destroyed they have same strength.
"Wha—!"
He was slammed downward with brutal force.
Johnny gritted his teeth, firing a burst of high-temp flame directly at the arm. No effect.
A faint green aura shimmered around the bot's arm—an enchantment.
Too late.Too notice
BOOM!
The bot kamikazed into him. He hit the ground hard. Groaning in pain, he tried to recover, only to see another blast charging straight for his face.
ZUUAAHHH!
A glowing blue energy blast roared at him—until a shimmering field intercepted it. With that the compact energy also destroyed the half bot laying on the ground.
Susan Storm appeared behind him, eyes fierce, arms raised.
"You okay, Johnny?"
He nodded, his usual smirk gone. "Yeah... They're not normal just like he said."
He was astonished to see Aethereon can easily cleave them with brute strength.
Aethereon's voice rang out from ahead, slicing through the chaos.
"They're enhanced by Doom's magic. Don't think they're just iron junk. Their cores are in their chests, but don't expect an easy shot. These bots adapt. Fast."
Aethereon was now surrounded by six bots. He could easily obliterate the bots, but he needs Fantastic Four to know the agony of a real fight.
Each of them defending one another as they knew Arthereon was too fast but they can easily get defeated but they were not countering Aethereon but defending each other so they can counter him fast enough before he enter into that super speed form.
'How the hell are these machines using magic...?' Aethereon thought. 'Runes, maybe. Linked to their power supply.'
He narrowed his eyes. "Still… Doom, you mad genius…"
Suddenly, he leapt skyward. Two massive Rasengans formed in his hands. With perfect aim, he hurled them at front.
BOOOOM!
White light erupted as the Rasengans smashed through the bots, their cores shredded by rotational force.
Behind him, four bots fired coordinated blasts. Acting fast, Alex manipulated the shattered metal debris mid-air—conjuring a wall between himself and the blasts.
One bot peeked around the side.
A dagger flew. The bot dodged.
Big mistake.
Aethereon vanished.
It turned its head, scanning left and right.
Nothing.
Then-
WHAM!
A Rasengan crashed down from above, slamming straight into the bot's skull. Alex had caught the dagger mid-air—just a distraction—before planting Minato's signature move which was used on GSOAT (Greatest Simp of All Time).
Without even glancing back, he grabbed the bot's head, which was behind him, and squeezed, bones of metal crunching like a boiled potato in his palm and yank it with his kick blasting his headleds body at the other bot while his head remain at Aethereon hands.
He was just about to destroy the next one when the air around him shifted—like someone had dialed the energy up to maximum. A strange red glow shimmered beyond the Castle.
Aethereon narrowed his eyes. His body hovered off the ground, energy coiling faintly around him as he floated up.
"I'm heading ahead. Doom's moving faster than I expected," he said, voice calm but sharp.
And just like that, he vanished.
Down below, Reed was barely dodging, arms stretching in odd angles. He looked like a monkey juggling fire. Twenty days of actual combat experience didn't help.
They are just new in this field, that's why Aethereon didn't go all out for them to understand that they need to train with their power thoroughly.
That's why Aethereon had cut through them so easily at the Baxter building—his own battle instincts, plus the Batman template, who leverage the weakness of the opponent, made it unfair.
Meanwhile, Ben Grimm was taking on the bots alone because Susan guarded Johnny from stray attacks while Reed played cosmic dodgeball.
Ben was holding his own—no serious damage yet—but he wasn't making progress either. The bots were too fast, too slippery.
"Damn these shitty bots won't hold still…" he muttered, rolling to avoid another blaster shot. His fists could punch through tanks—easily with 100 to 150 tons of force—but he couldn't land a solid hit unless they got close.
He glanced toward Reed, who flung himself over three incoming bots like an angry piece of spaghetti.
Ben growled low.
"Damn, Doom… I'm gonna enjoy when you come into my grasp."
{AN: HEY PHRASING!}
He bolted forward.
One of the bots hovered above him, firing a cannon with a mocking whirr.
Ben dipped low, muscles coiling, then leapt with everything he had.
Mid-air, he snatched the bot and yanked it down, his weight dragging it toward the ground.
A grin cracked across his rocky face.
"You know what time it is…"
He raised one massive fist.
"It's CLOBBERIN' TIME!"
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AUTHOR NOTE: So, why didn't Aethereon just unleash his power and take care of everything himself? The reason is that he needs to make the new heroes understand that they can't just sit back and assume they can be heroes without any effort. Additionally, they are inexperienced; only Johnny has some level of power right now, but he is quite cocky about it.
If Aethereon does all the work, what would be the role of the Fantastic Four? So this is the reason behind Alex being Kizaru of Sabody Island.