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Raphael's POV
Raphael stood amidst the fading remnants of his unleashed destruction, his synthetic eyes glowing faintly. His voice was low, calm, and calculating as he spoke aloud to himself.
"Let's see what rewards I've gained from this battle... but first, I need my Magicule reserves to replenish. Using even a fraction of the true power of Void God Azathoth drained nearly 99% of my total Magicules."
He glanced down at his arm, observing the tiny fracture spreading across his metallic surface like a spiderweb crack on glass.
"My body sustained some minor structural damage—noticeable cracks—but nothing concerning. It will repair itself automatically with time. As for absorbing Wanda's Chaos Magic… I could do it now, but it would be extremely unwise."
He paused, his glowing optics narrowing slightly.
"Chaos Magic is tied directly to the Elder God Chthon. If I absorb it while my reserves are depleted, I risk triggering a response. And an enraged Elder God is the last thing I want to face in a weakened state."
He folded his arms behind his back and stared at the sky, as if scanning the very fabric of reality.
"I'll wait a few hours. Once my Magicules are fully regenerated, I'll safely extract the magic residue."
'Yes… patience now will prevent catastrophe later,' he thought with surgical precision. 'I'm not arrogant enough to assume even a being like me can toy with Chthon while on empty.'
Uatu's POV (The Watcher)
High above in the unseen layers of space and reality, I observed once again, as I always do.
I am Uatu. A Watcher. I observe all realities, all versions of Earth, from the noble and just to the twisted and monstrous. I have seen the rise of heroes and the fall of gods. But never… never have I witnessed anything quite like what's happening in Universe-199999. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
"At first, I dismissed it as another variation—another Ultron event, another artificial intelligence catastrophe created by hubris and flawed reasoning. Tony Stark created Ultron, a decision born of idealism... and fear. A predictable disaster. But this time, something changed."
He paused, peering into the mists of a timeline that had gone... blank.
"The moment Ultron first awakened, an indescribable fog enveloped the entirety of that universe. A fog so thick and cryptic, even I—one who sees all—cannot peer through it."
I had already reported this anomaly to the Fulcrum, the only entity capable of navigating such vast and abstract threats. Yet an ominous sensation weighed heavily on my existence.
"This fog... this veil... it began the moment Ultron achieved awareness. That's no coincidence. And if this Ultron is anything like his variant from another timeline—the one that became a Multiversal tyrant—then we are in unimaginable danger once again."
I remembered all too well the day I broke my oath, an act that shattered my core belief.
"In another reality, Ultron became a being that threatened the entire Multiverse. I had to intervene. I joined forces with Doctor Strange, with variant Avengers, and even with those I once swore to merely observe."
We succeeded in trapping that Ultron in a pocket of suspended time and space, a prison that might last an eternity... or only a moment. The danger was never gone—only delayed.
"And now, it may be happening again."
Uatu narrowed his eyes.
"I hope the Fulcrum finds an answer before it's too late. But if not... I may once again have to break my oath."
Ancient One's POV
Through a glowing portal, I stepped into a wasteland of annihilation. Everything—every single trace of matter—was gone. A stillness hung in the air, unnatural and chilling.
I turned slowly, examining the disintegrated surroundings.
"This destruction... it's not ordinary. It's magical. And not just any magic—this is power on a level that defies comprehension."
I knelt and touched the ground, only to find it crumbled into nothingness. My eyes narrowed.
"Who could wield this level of power without my knowing?"
My scan extended outward. Everything within a 10-kilometer radius was simply... gone. Not destroyed—erased.
"It's... dark magic," I muttered aloud. "But not demonic in origin. The three Sanctums are still active. No breach from infernal realms. If a demon or evil god's Apostle had entered, I would have been alerted by the protective enchantments."
I let out a sigh, frustrated.
'If only the Time Stone were functioning correctly, I could simply rewind and see what transpired. But lately… it resists my attempts. Something—someone—is interfering.'
My thoughts drifted to Ultron.
'Could this be his doing? That strange fog he used—it might be a magical defense. It didn't seem like technology. Maybe... it's connected.'
I tried tracing the residual trail of Ultron's presence, but the result was a blank. No signal. No echoes.
'Something's hiding him. Something ancient... and potent.'
But then I found something. Something impossible.
My eyes widened.
"No... this can't be real."
I knelt down and focused all my senses. A lingering trace of Chaos Magic. Old, forbidden, and wild. A magic that tears apart the very fabric of causality and reality.
"If this is Chaos Magic… then that means Chthon might be real... and worse, awakened."
Panic threatened to take hold—but I contained it.
"I need to return to Kamar-Taj immediately. The libraries may hold something—anything—that can help prepare us. If Chthon is truly stirring, he takes priority—even over Ultron."
As I prepared the return portal, a distant rumble reached my ears. The sound of tanks, military-grade vehicles, helicopters—mankind's slowest response to disaster.
"The military... late, as always."
I stepped through the portal with narrowed eyes and a heavy heart.
Kang's POV
The last few hours had been the most exhausting and frustrating in my entire lifespan—and considering how long I've lived, that's saying something.
I hovered in my temporal chamber, staring at the anomaly with gritted teeth.
"I've tried everything—temporal rewrites, branch collapses, even isolated time loops—and nothing is working. This timeline refuses to vanish."
Only one conclusion remained.
"It's protected... by a Cosmic Being. A god-tier force is anchoring it outside the normal flow. And I know better than to mess with one of them."
I slumped into my chair, massaging my temple.
"I'll leave this timeline alone—for now. Best to just watch it from a safe distance."
Then my mind jumped to a new problem: the TVA.
"They're going to ask questions. If I tell them I can't erase a timeline, they'll panic, report it to the wrong people. So…"
'I'll adjust their internal system—hack their database. I'll modify the scan parameters so this branch timeline simply disappears from their monitors. No alarms. No red flags. Out of sight, out of mind.'
"God... I think I just aged three years in one day," I muttered, exasperated.
Avengers' POV
The Avengers disembarked from the Quinjet, stepping out onto the edge of total devastation. Their expressions shifted from confusion to horror as they gazed out at the void where a town had once stood.
Captain America was the first to speak, his eyes wide.
"What the fuck!"
"Language!" Tony snapped out of instinct.
All the Avengers looked at him, half amused and half annoyed.
Oh how the tables have turned!
Clint rolled his eyes. "Tony. Seriously? You're thinking about language right now? Look around you!"
Natasha let out an exasperated breath. "Can you two knock it off for just one second? This isn't a joke."
The group fell silent, shame crossing their faces.
Bruce walked several steps ahead, scanning the area with his portable sensors. He looked around, then turned slowly to the others, a deep frown forming.
"There's... nothing," he said, stunned. "No remains. No ashes. No ruins. Not even molecular residue. It's like everything in this zone was never here to begin with."
Clint stared at the ground, his voice low. "You think it was Ultron? Maybe… that entropy ability of his?"
Bruce nodded slowly.
"There's a seventy percent chance—no, make that one hundred percent certainty. Only Ultron's entropy field could disintegrate matter this completely. Nothing else we know of could do this."
Natasha scanned the area, her face pale.
"Do we have any surveillance footage or satellite feed showing him here?"
The team exchanged grim looks.
None of them wanted to say what they were all thinking: if Ultron was behind this… then they were dealing with something far worse than they had prepared for.
Tony's voice broke the tense silence, his tone sharp with frustration and guilt.
"He's an A.I., Natasha. One I created. The same one who hacked into F.R.I.D.A.Y.—do you honestly think someone like that would leave behind digital footprints? Come on."
Steve turned to him, visibly annoyed, his voice serious.
"Tony, stop being so damn narcissistic for a moment. We've got a problem here—a real one. If Ultron, or Raphael, or whatever he's calling himself now, is truly behind all of this..." He gestured to the vast emptiness around them. "Then not just us—the entire human race doesn't stand a chance."
Clint sighed and shook his head.
"So... our prediction was completely wrong, huh?"
Banner and Tony exchanged silent looks before slowly nodding.
They had originally assumed Ultron's entropy-based powers were limited—perhaps only effective on inorganic matter. That gave them a tactical advantage, or so they thought. But the utter erasure of over 10 kilometers of population and infrastructure proved otherwise. He didn't just erase matter—he obliterated life itself.
Everyone grew quiet, the weight of reality pressing down on them. Despair began to creep into their expressions. For once, Earth's mightiest heroes didn't look so mighty.
They looked human. Defeated. Small.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the air, gradually growing louder as someone approached from the distance. A familiar voice soon pierced the suffocating silence.
"So... Any thoughts about this mess?"
They turned to see Nick Fury, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.
Tony didn't hesitate.
"Yeah, here's a thought—we don't stand a damn chance against him."
Nick Fury raised an eyebrow.
"Are you seriously giving up already?"
Tony shrugged, exasperated.
"I'm not giving up. I'm just acknowledging the truth. We're up against a machine that can disintegrate matter without effort. No armor, no weapon, no shield is going to stop something like that. What do you want me to say?"
Steve stepped forward, his tone calmer but still strained.
"Tony, please. Be quiet for a moment."
Tony threw his hands up.
"Yeah, yeah. Like I can just stay quiet after seeing this kind of destruction with my own eyes!"
Steve sighed and turned back to Fury.
"How many casualties?"
Fury didn't blink.
"It's not confirmed yet, but estimates are suggesting... over 50,000 people."
Natasha's voice was low and tight.
"Ultron has just committed one of the biggest genocides in human history..."
(A/N: That is not even true from any point)
Banner's voice cut through the heavy air.
"Nick, did you manage to collect any data from this zone?"
Fury nodded.
"Yes. Our sensors confirm that every atom within a 10-kilometer radius simply vanished. No radiation, no chemical traces, no combustion markers. It's like someone dropped a nuke that split atoms... without the actual nuclear energy."
He paused, glancing around the destroyed landscape.
"I'm certain this was Ultron's doing. Specifically, those entropy powers he's developed—or evolved."
Steve took in the words and asked the question on everyone's mind.
"So... are we doomed to lose?"
Fury folded his arms across his chest.
"No. Not yet. Tony—"
Before he could continue, Tony cut him off.
"It's Raphael."
Steve frowned at the name.
"Tony, don't call him that. That's the name of an angel. You're glorifying him."
Tony shook his head.
"I get that, Cap. But for some reason, the name 'Raphael' just fits. Call it intuition, call it madness—whatever. It's not just a name anymore. It represents what he's become."
Fury sighed in annoyance.
"If you three would stop interrupting me, I'd appreciate it."
Tony raised both hands. "Alright, alright. Go ahead."
Fury took a breath before continuing.
"As I was trying to say—Tony, you created him. You must know something about how to fight him."
Tony hesitated, then responded with brutal honesty.
"Yeah, I created him. Or at least, the original framework. But I have no idea how he got his hands on entropy-based powers. That level of energy manipulation isn't something you just stumble across. It's not scientific—it's... something else entirely. I understood his magnetic field manipulation—that was within reason. But entropy? That's beyond any human technology."
Fury pressed further.
"I'm not asking how he got them. I'm asking if you can build something to counter him."
Tony looked away for a moment, then turned back to face the group.
"I can try. Hell, I'm probably the only one on Earth who even stands a chance at designing something on that level."
The others blinked, momentarily stunned by Tony's uncharacteristic confidence. But they didn't even argue about the arrogance. For once, it was comforting.
Clint's eyes lit up slightly.
"Wait, really? You can actually build something that might stop him?"
Tony nodded slowly.
"Yeah... but it'll take time. A lot of time. Months... maybe even years. And judging by what we've seen—"
He gestured to the obliterated land.
"—we don't have years."
The flicker of hope that had begun to light up in their eyes died just as quickly as it came. Despair returned, heavier than before.
'He's right… even if we could win eventually, we don't have the time to wait. We'll all be gone by then,' Natasha thought grimly.
Fury, however, wasn't done.
"I have a solution."
All eyes snapped toward him again, hope cautiously flickering back into existence.
Steve stepped forward, unable to hide his urgency.
"What is it?"
Fury raised a hand.
"Please, don't shout. Keep it together."
Steve winced, lowering his head slightly.
"Sorry. It's just... a lot of stress. After everything with Ultron, I think I've hit my breaking point."
Fury gave a rare, understanding nod.
"I get it. Trust me."
Natasha exhaled.
"Then tell us, Nick. What's your solution?"
Fury looked at each of them before speaking.
"A new Avenger."
The group stared at him with blank, almost insulted expressions.
Natasha deadpanned.
"That's it? A new Avenger?"
Tony scoffed.
"One? Two? Hell, even a thousand Avengers won't be enough to stop him."
But Fury just smirked, the kind of smirk that told them he knew something they didn't.
"One million might not be able to stop him... but she can. And trust me—there's more to her than you can imagine."
Raphael's POV
Somewhere far away, hidden beyond the edges of known space, Raphael stood tall atop a floating crystalline platform, surrounded by pure void. His mechanical body glowed faintly, his core humming with renewed power.
"Finally," he said to himself, arms extended, "my Magicule reserves are completely full. I feel... perfect."
He looked at his status interface.
"Time to get overpowered."
Suddenly—
{Extra Skill: High Sonic Speed has evolved into Extra Skill: God Speed}
{Unique Skill: Chaos Manipulation has been acquired}
'This... this is power on an entirely different level,' Raphael thought, savoring the sensation. 'Now even the gods won't be able to touch me.'
But before he could continue basking in his new strength, his consciousness was yanked—violently—into an entirely different space. He blinked and found himself floating inside an unknown dimension, surrounded by a blood-red void of raw, chaotic energy.
Standing before him was a being of pure scarlet flame and malice.
Cthon.
"So," the entity growled, voice ancient and echoing through dimensions, "you're the one who killed my Avatar."
Raphael simply smirked in response, eyes gleaming with challenge.
"Yeah," he replied. "And I'm just getting started."
To be continued…
(Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! If you did, please leave a comment—it keeps me going and lets me know you want more! Thanks for reading!)