Soon, Vincent realized it shouldn't be called an item. Dimensional Pocket was an ability.
A very special ability.
Vincent stared at the unique rune manifesting on his palm.
Through the rune, he could mentally sense the existence of the pocket dimension.
"A shattered dimension? Or a nascent one?"
After some research, Vincent discovered the Dimensional Pocket was massive.
A spherical space with a diameter of one kilometer.
Vast enough to hold countless items.
He could even throw a person inside.
That was why Vincent felt it was a nascent dimension.
"Is this reward related to the Space Stone?"
The Space Stone embedded in his ring glowed azure. The Dimensional Pocket was absorbing its spatial energy, expanding.
Vincent tested it: The diameter increased by 1 cm per hour.
"At this rate, one day my pocket might fit the entire Earth!!!"
He originally thought the reward was underwhelming. Now he realized it was a game-breaking bug.
He threw the Ten Rings into the pocket.
Retrievable instantly.
He thought about what else to store but realized he didn't have much else worth putting inside yet.
He gave up for now.
As night approached.
Several women sent their locations to Vincent.
"Which one of us do you think the Boss will choose tonight?"
Domino glanced cautiously at Raven and Psylocke.
They were her seniors.
But Domino believed Vincent would choose her. She was the Lucky Girl.
"We can't hide our little schemes from the Boss." Sandy sipped red wine.
Inez pouted. "The Boss is mine. Don't fight me for him."
Psylocke crossed her arms, huffing. "He's clearly a scumbag. I don't understand why you're all fighting to sleep with him!!! Have some self-respect, girls."
The other girls rolled their eyes.
"Since Sister Psylocke is out, shall we play Rock-Paper-Scissors for the Boss?"
Julia smiled charmingly.
Little slut, Psylocke cursed inwardly.
Raven sat calmly, looking disdainful. "Go home, all of you. With or without you, it's the same. I can transform into all of you anyway."
This provoked public outrage.
They glared at Raven.
"That's cheating! It doesn't count!!!"
Sandy jumped up to object.
"Sister Raven, if you dare transform into me to sleep with the Boss, watch out!!!"
Inez threatened.
Vincent tossed his phone aside.
He knew they were all at the Central Park penthouse, plotting who would "win" him tonight.
But right now, in his office, stood a beautiful agent wearing a custom outfit: black silk stockings with red lace trim.
Cold aura. Looking down at him.
"I had this custom-made. If you dare say it's not sexy, I'm leaving."
Agent Hill looked at Vincent provocatively.
"Such a sexy and charming Agent Hill. A goddess on earth. How could I say no?"
Vincent sat on the sofa, legs crossed, admiring the cold queen.
"Time is limited. I have to return to the Triskelion. You have one hour."
Hill's haughty, queen-like tone made Vincent's heart race.
"As you command, Queen Hill."
Meanwhile, the Avengers were celebrating at their base.
The crisis ended anticlimactically, but it was resolved.
Loki was locked in a cell.
Thor chugged beer. The battle had forged a bond between them.
Nick Fury was busy.
He needed to clean up the Chitauri corpses in New York. And collect alien tech before it hit the black market.
"The Scepter is in the vault."
But this time, Fury lost control. The World Security Council sent agents to escort the Scepter.
The loss of the Tesseract angered his superiors. Senators were grilling him.
But Fury silenced them with one sentence: The Ice Demon took it.
That shut them up.
Vincent Hall had become untouchable in the eyes of the US government.
Other superhumans had limits. Even villains.
Only the Ice Demon was this arrogant. And he had the power to back it up.
He saved New York. Saved the world.
To the public, he was a superhero. Invincible.
Now everyone knew the owner of Oscorp was a superhuman who saved them single-handedly.
Public opinion flipped so fast the government couldn't react.
They hated Vincent's popularity. A popular, invincible Vincent was a threat to their authority.
What if he decided to sit in the White House one day?
No law could stop him.
"The Avengers Initiative continues."
The team wasn't perfect. To Fury, they weren't worth one of Vincent's legs.
Even Captain Marvel might not beat him.
Fury was certain Carol couldn't win.
This made him feel like a failure. She was his trump card.
Fury touched his eyepatch. The Flerken scratch hadn't healed.
"I wonder if the cat can handle Vincent?"
Flerkens were terrifying. Goose swallowed the Tesseract.
"Project Rebirth continues. We need Vincent's DNA."
"If we can fuse his genes, create a serum... even 10% of his power would make the Avengers invincible!!!"
Dr. Connors was dead. A pity.
This was Fury's contingency.
He thought of the Military's Weapon X program. He needed to find General Ross and get that data.
It would be hard. But necessary.
Fury felt the pressure. Every time he made progress, Vincent got stronger. It was despairing.
"Mutants are the future of SHIELD."
"Superhumans are accidents. Mutants are a species. A large base means more powerhouses."
"The Cure hinders human evolution!"
Fury suddenly wanted to lobby the government to accept mutants. But he knew those in power feared being replaced. Mutants would be purged.
Fury left the celebration quietly.
Was the Ice Demon truly invincible? Even the Avengers feared him now.
The Battle of New York was broadcast globally. The world knew aliens existed.
Humanity's weapons seemed worthless compared to superhumans.
When Magneto appeared, they made non-metallic weapons.
But after seeing Vincent, people realized civilization was fragile.
Vatican City.
The ice finally melted. But the Holy City was desolate.
Abandoned by God.
Even the most devout believers wavered. Why didn't God strike down the heretic?
"It's him!!! It's him!!!"
The new Pope pointed at the TV screen.
God sent a decree: Kill this man.
The Pope was filled with fanatical killing intent toward the Ice Demon.
"He is the Ice Demon! A true demon from Hell! He froze the Vatican and humiliated the Church!"
The Pope shouted excitedly.
God's will could not be wrong.
"Your Holiness, what do we do?"
"Find him! Use the Holy Relics if necessary! Kill the demon to earn God's forgiveness! This is God's will!!!"
"Then use the Relics. Leave him in New York forever!!!"
A Cardinal said viciously.
Beneath their benevolent masks, they were maddened by anger.
The Vatican mobilized. Vincent Hall was on the hit list.
They knew he was hard to kill. But it had to be done.
Cairo, Egypt.
A blond young man in a headscarf walked the streets. His eyes were sharp as a hawk.
Apocalypse.
Or rather, the body Apocalypse had transferred his consciousness into.
Vincent's guess about Angel was wrong. Apocalypse didn't need wings.
But when Apocalypse saw Vincent manipulating the ocean, turning it to ice, controlling every drop with telekinesis...
"Although not a mutant, his body is perfect. If I could transfer my essence into him, the world would already be mine!!!"
Apocalypse's voice was soft.
He had returned.
The only problem: he didn't like his current body.
It was decent. But he wanted Vincent.
"The Cure caught mutants off guard. But now I am ready. I won't let you waste the mutant race."
Apocalypse stood before a pyramid.
Memories of being a god flooded back.
"New York is a good place. But I need more than Four Horsemen. I need an army."
He needed to sweep away all obstacles.
He walked into a deserted alley.
Thugs blocked his path.
Apocalypse shook his head.
He waved his hand.
Sand filled the alley, covering the thugs, draining every drop of water from their bodies. They turned to dust.
"Human stupidity never learns."
Apocalypse murmured.
His new Four Horsemen had not been found yet.
He remained calm, accepting everything around him.
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