"Impossible! This is impossible!"
"Stop fucking playing with me!"
Recovering his senses, Gravik felt like he was going completely insane. He used every ounce of strength in his hands to press down on the toad, desperately trying to convince himself that this was merely an illusion created by Wanda—that the toad in his grip was still the high-tech remote detonator.
SQUISH~!
Under his reckless, frantic pressure, the toad's foul body burst open, spraying rancid blood and pus straight across Gravik's face.
The violent squelch drained the strength from his joints, causing him to collapse onto his knees as if every bone in his body had been yanked out.
Satellites faithfully recorded every single frame of the pathetic spectacle, broadcasting it live across the entire globe.
The online chat went dead silent for two full seconds before completely exploding.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T BREATHE!"
"I'm dying! Swapping out a nuclear detonator for a toad is top-tier disrespect!"
"So the threat of thirteen nuclear warheads was solved... just like that?!"
"How did she even pull that off?! How does a metal remote transform into a toad in less than a second?!"
"It's got to be the girl in red working in sync with the Arbiter!"
"ARBITER IS UNBEATABLE! SCARLET WITCH IS UNBEATABLE!"
Even though this was Wanda's very first public appearance, her flowing crimson cloak and the crown forged from Chaos Magic earned her the title of Scarlet Witch across global feeds.
Gravik couldn't see the chat, but the doubts consuming his mind were far greater than those of the global audience.
His trembling finger pointed at Wanda, his voice rising to a shrill, hysterical pitch:
"You... how on earth did you do that?! Why would my detonator turn into..."
Wanda didn't answer him.
Truth be told, even she hadn't fully grasped what had just transpired.
She had simply followed the man's guidance, and in the next instant, an unprecedented cosmic power flooded her veins, igniting the dormant, raw magic buried deep within her soul.
That terrifying magnitude of force had frightened even her.
While everyone at the scene waited for an answer, Peter's calm, measured voice echoed out:
"Since you're asking so sincerely and desperately, I suppose I'll show mercy and tell you."
"To protect the world from devastation, to safeguard peace across the globe... I simply granted her a modest little boost."
Indeed, during the thirty seconds of Gravik's dramatic countdown, Peter hadn't hesitated for a single split second. He had focused his entire energy and concentration on empowering Wanda.
Thirty seconds earlier—
Inside the mental landscape constructed by Mantis, Wanda looked around the ethereal space in total confusion.
Just as a wave of deep unease washed over her and she instinctively prepared to use her Chaos Magic to shatter the illusion, Peter's figure materialized right behind her:
"Wanda, you heard what's happening outside. Right now, you are the only one who can save this world."
"You're... Peter Parker?" Turning around, Wanda gasped in surprise, her eyes instantly flashing with guarded hostility: "What do you mean by that?"
"Literally what I said. Even I can't guarantee stopping him from pressing that button without him noticing, or neutralizing thirteen nuclear warheads across the world before his thumb moves a fraction of a millimeter," Peter looked her in the eye with absolute sincerity.
"But you can. I can clearly sense the boundless force locked inside your body—a power capable of rewriting reality itself."
Others might not realize what terrifying potential lay buried within the Scarlet Witch, but as a transmigrator, how could he not know?
The Scarlet Witch was arguably the single most dangerous human entity in the entire Marvel Universe.
The Chaos Magic she commanded possessed the power to warp fundamental laws and erase aspects of reality altogether. In the cinematic timeline, an unrefined, subconscious awakening of her magic had enveloped the entire town of Westview, reshaping it into her personal reality pocket. In the comics, a heart-broken Scarlet Witch erased ninety-nine percent of the mutant genome across the globe with three short words.
Bending a minor remote out of physical existence was a trivial feat for that caliber of reality distortion.
Peter knew that as long as he guided the dormant Chaos Magic out from her soul, the crisis would vanish instantly.
"You are the most unique existence on this planet. Setting myself aside, there is no one in this world more extraordinary than you."
Peter stepped closer to her, his tone steady and reassuring.
Wanda stared at him, suspicion lingering in her eyes. Yet considering the apocalyptic threat outside, she refrained from fighting back.
"Are you sure I can actually do that?" Having grown up starved of affection and validation, Wanda couldn't help but ask the question out loud.
"It's not a matter of whether you can do it—it's that only you can do it."
Peter placed his hand on Wanda's shoulder, pouring his Celestial energy into her body without holding back a single drop.
In doing so, his Observation Haki chimed wild warnings inside his mind, signaling that tampering with Chaos Magic on this scale could yield volatile, unpredictable consequences.
Yet Peter didn't care about the risk. He couldn't stand by and watch hundreds of millions of innocent lives perish because he hesitated.
And then, the magic ignited naturally.
Under the amplification of Celestial energy, the Chaos Magic within Wanda was fully unleashed. Even without experiencing the grief of losing her brother or Vision, she reached a peak of power comparable to her state in WandaVision.
Listening to Peter's casual explanation, Gravik stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"No... I REJECT THIS OUTCOME!"
Gravik's eyes turned blood-red as his physical frame expanded wildly. The four fused genetic streams within his body overloaded simultaneously—reptilian scales covered his skin, while the Extremis Virus spiked his core temperature above a thousand degrees Celsius.
He was going all-in.
He was going to drag this man into the grave with him.
Even if he couldn't win, he would force a mutual destruction!
He charged straight toward Peter, the extreme heat radiating from his skin scorching the soil beneath his feet into molten glass.
Despite being empowered by Peter's Celestial energy, Gwen and the others were forced back a few paces by the sheer thermodynamic pressure radiating from his frame.
Yet despite his frantic sprint, Gravik managed to cover a mere three steps.
Because right as his third footfall struck the earth, Wanda raised her hand.
She simply raised her palm.
The crimson Chaos Magic didn't manifest as a kinetic shockwave or an energy beam; there were no flashy visual effects.
Instead, Gravik's body froze, levitating into the air in a bizarre, unnatural suspension.
And then, he began to morph.
It wasn't physical compression, nor was it structural tearing.
Every single cell in his body was being fundamentally redefined out of existence by Wanda's Chaos Magic.
Muscle fibers dissolved, skeletal structures liquefied, and his blood evaporated on a molecular level.
The entire process lasted less than a second!
Before Gravik could utter a single scream, he was reduced to a puddle of unrecognizable organic matter, collapsing onto the scorched earth with a wet slap.
He died in absolute, silent erasure.
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