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Africa – Wakanda.
This rarely visited land was suddenly sliced through by a fast-moving figure streaking across the sky.
"Your Majesty, that Superman… he's back again…"
Peter hadn't bothered hiding himself.
And with Wakanda's advanced satellites and detection systems, they spotted him the moment he entered their airspace.
"Mobilize all our guards. Immediately."
King T'Chaka jumped to his feet after hearing the report from his captain of the royal guard.
Without hesitation, he marched straight out of the palace.
"Oh, and have T'Challa go notify our most distinguished guest."
He didn't forget to give one more order before stepping outside.
"Hah… looks like you guys came prepared this time."
Up in the sky, Peter floated calmly above Wakanda. Through the energy dome, he could see the Wakandan troops rapidly assembling below.
"Well then, I'll give you a chance to go all out."
"Maybe this time, you'll finally understand who the real boss on this planet is!"
Peter didn't rush in while they were still forming up. He just floated there like he had all the time in the world, letting them get ready.
He waited for a good few minutes before seeing that Wakanda's entire army had gathered.
Crowds and crowds of soldiers, formed into neat battalions. There were even several distinct tribal factions—looked like over ten thousand people, easy.
"Even if there are thousands of ants… they still can't bite an elephant to death."
Peter looked down at the massive crowd without a hint of fear.
"Besides, I'm not an elephant… I'm Godzilla."
Next second, Peter dove straight down without hesitation.
The moment he activated his full power, Wakanda's shield—which could easily withstand missile strikes—was like wet tissue paper. He tore through it effortlessly, leaving a huge gap.
"This guy… he's insane…"
In one of the Wakandan battalions, someone stared in disbelief at the figure who had just ripped through the shield like it was nothing.
"No matter how strong the enemy is, Wakandan warriors… never back down!"
Standing behind the king, Captain Okoye's voice rang with courage, rallying the spirit of every warrior behind her.
"What is this guy really after?"
King T'Chaka stared at the floating figure, eyes sharp, trying to figure out Superman's real goal this time.
Meanwhile, Peter hung weightlessly in the air, completely ignoring gravity as he slowly descended.
When he was only about ten meters from the ground, he finally stopped.
His pitch-black nano suit gleamed under the golden sunlight, his bright red cape fluttering even without wind.
Golden energy lines on his suit pulsed like flowing liquid.
The pressure in the air was so intense, it weighed heavy on everyone's chest.
Even the most elite warriors of Wakanda were struggling to breathe at this moment—as if they were witnessing the descent of a true god.
"Haha! King T'Chaka, you gathered all these people just to throw me a welcome party?"
The imposing figure floating above the battlefield spoke in an easygoing tone, looking down at T'Chaka, who stood at the front of the Wakandan army.
"If you come as a friend, then yes—consider this a grand welcome ceremony,"
T'Chaka replied calmly, staring up at the figure in the sky without a trace of fear. His voice carried the unmistakable authority of a king.
"But if you've come as an enemy, then this will be…"
His tone suddenly turned colder. Instantly, every Wakandan warrior behind him raised their vibranium spears, pointing them straight at the figure in the sky.
"Heh, don't tell me that confidence of yours is because of that guy."
Peter didn't look angry at all—he just raised his eyes slightly and glanced into the distance.
From far away, a golden stream of energy came streaking toward them at lightning speed. In just a blink, it hovered above the Wakandan army.
Then, it flew past everyone and floated down beside King T'Chaka.
A moment later, that golden, smoke-like energy condensed into three figures.
Well—two humans and… a dog. But not just any dog—this one was massive, even bigger than most people.
Among the two humans, one was none other than T'Chaka's son—T'Challa—dressed in his Black Panther suit.
The other, dressed entirely in black as well, was gently petting the huge dog like it was his favorite pet.
"Welcome, my friend,"
King T'Chaka greeted them warmly.
"…"
But the man said nothing. He simply placed a hand over his chest in a formal gesture.
Then he slowly turned his gaze toward Peter, who was still floating in the sky.
"Mister Superman, you're indeed powerful—but the leader of the Inhumans, Black Bolt, possesses strength that's just as overwhelming. With just a single word, he can destroy everything."
"So I suggest you return my daughter now—maybe then we can still be friends."
With Black Bolt's arrival, the old king seemed to regain his confidence. He looked up at Peter and spoke with a deep voice.
Black Bolt, standing beside him, gave a confident smirk to match.
"His mouth, huh?"
Looking at that smug, lopsided grin on Black Bolt's face, Peter couldn't help but think of those cringey meme moments—and really wanted to reply with something equally sarcastic.
Too bad Peter hadn't reached the point where he could rewrite reality at will. Yet.
Still, in the next moment, Peter slowly descended and landed on the ground, walking toward T'Chaka and the others.
"Your daughter's helping me with something right now, so I can't give her back just yet."
"But I'm really curious—how's a mute supposed to stop me?"
"Stand… down."
Seeing Peter getting closer, Black Bolt gave a helpless look and slowly opened his mouth.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a powerful sonic blast erupted from his lips—clearly visible to the naked eye—as it surged straight at Peter, engulfing him completely.
Behind Peter, the ground exploded. The shockwave tore through it like butter, carving a deep, endless trench into the earth.
"Why… didn't you dodge it?"
Black Bolt looked stunned. Peter hadn't even tried to move.
"Because I'm not scared."
The devastating soundwaves roared around Peter's body, but they couldn't even scratch his steel-like skin. They didn't slow him down one bit.
"This… this can't be real…"
Black Bolt's eyes widened. His voice could destroy practically anything, but it was having zero effect on Peter—not even enough to make him flinch, let alone stop him.
"I've gotta admit—your breath? It's real strong."
Step by step, Peter walked right up to Black Bolt. Under the stunned gaze of the Inhuman king, Peter raised a hand, casually covered his mouth mid-scream, and grabbed his jaw.
Then, with terrifying ease… lifted him clean off the ground.
"Too bad… that doesn't work on me."
With a casual flick, Peter effortlessly sent the attacker flying through the air.
Sensing its master was in danger, the large dog instantly turned back into a stream of golden energy and zipped away into the distance.
"No! You hypocrite! What did you do with my sister?! Where did you take her?!"
At that moment, Black Panther couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, he lunged at Peter, claws extended.
But in the very next second, two scarlet beams of light flashed through the air—Black Panther was blasted away at lightning speed, crashing into the Wakandan formation behind him and sending their army into chaos.
"So… can we finally have a proper talk now?"
Peter's eyes glowed with that chilling red light as he slowly turned to look at the old king and said in a deep voice.
"....."