The trip back to Los Angeles was uneventful.
Before reaching the airport, Jean Grey, the Phoenix, had already gone her own way. With her power, properly developed, she was capable of anything—literally anything—so Henry had no reason to worry about her.
Perhaps only the Scarlet Witch at full chaos-energy output could compare to her. Both women stood outside the reach o...
Henry didn’t have much luggage when he left. Aside from personal clothing and essentials, he only had the computer he’d brought with him to Switzerland—which would now be shipped back to his apartment in Los Angeles. Other than that, he owned very little.
Early the next morning, the taxi arranged to take him to the airport arrived at the quiet farmhouse, the same one that h...
After finishing his meal at a leisurely pace, Alex wiped the corner of his mouth, straightened his clothes, and turned his attention to the fragment in his hand.
After a moment’s thought, he flipped his hand and stored it away instead of absorbing it right away.
A mere three hundred Origin Points—nothing more.
For someone of Alex’s current strength, it was bar...
“Why are you looking at me like that? You already know what I do, don’t you?”
Feeling Alex’s gaze on her, Catwoman’s expression flickered with embarrassment. Then she huffed softly, clearly deciding to stop pretending.
“Tell me everything you know about this thing,” Alex said flatly, not wasting any time.
“What is this thing, exactly?” Catwoman’s...
“Everyone, please let me say something first.”
The moment Henry stepped into the dining room, the mood in the room subtly shifted. He broke the silence:
“My presence here tonight is at the request of Mr. Adler, the lawyer.
“I don’t know what place I hold in Miss Hepburn’s will, but I want to make this clear now: I hereby renounce all rights to inherit or...
Catwoman was no fool.
Far from it—she was one of the most cunning thieves in the world.
Alex wasn’t sure whether, in this timeline, she had already crossed paths with Batman, or if their infamous cat-and-bat game hadn’t begun yet. But according to every story he’d ever known, she was a master thief who had slipped from the Dark Knight’s grasp more than once.
<...
“I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry. Could you please let go?”
The woman’s tone was curt, her voice sharp with irritation. She twisted her wrist once, then again, trying to yank free from Alex’s grasp. But his hand didn’t budge—it was like being caught in an iron clamp.
Her annoyance deepened. She lifted her chin slightly, defiant, trying to mask the faint flicker o...
After the funeral, a memorial banquet was held at Audrey Hepburn’s home in the town of Tolochenaz, where family and friends gathered to remember her.
Henry, having just finished helping with the arrangements, was up in the attic, packing his belongings to be shipped back to his rented place in Los Angeles.
With his employer gone, so too was his job. As for the wages for ...
Audrey Hepburn’s two sons each had their own lives and responsibilities, so after a brief stay they departed again—but not without urging Henry to call them immediately if anything changed.
Better to worry about missing something than to complain later about a wasted trip.
Their words revealed what everyone already knew in their hearts: the inevitable was near. No one ...
Without question, Henry’s chest caved in under Alex’s powerful stomp, his sternum collapsing like a crushed shell. The sound was sickening—an ugly blend of snapping cartilage and bursting flesh.
In an instant, ribs shattered like brittle twigs, organs ruptured, and the light in Henry’s eyes dimmed. His body convulsed once, then fell utterly still.
There was no mist...
“Stay back! Or I’ll kill him! I swear I will!”
The bald thug’s desperate roar split the night air.
Alex, who had been casually observing Batman’s methods while organizing his own thoughts, suddenly found himself seized from behind. The cold edge of a dagger pressed tightly against his neck.
Alex: “…”
Really?
A hostage? Him?
For a...
“Mom, let’s go home.”
Those were Sean’s first words—eyes shut, tears falling—when his consciousness returned.
Beside him, Luca was weeping as well, only able to nod in agreement.
Jean, who had returned from the shared mindscape with them, let go of the two young men’s hands. They, unaccustomed to being pulled into such an experience, were momentarily s...
Gotham?
Alex froze on the spot, genuinely taken aback.
Why in the world had he ended up here?
Up until now, he had instinctively assumed that his dimensional leaps would only take him to parallel universes within the sprawling Marvel multiverse—different timelines, different outcomes, but always Marvel at the core.
But this? This was DC.
Crossing over fr...
What followed was almost mechanical in its efficiency. With Alex’s request still ringing in his ears, Hank bent over the console, claws flying across the keyboard as he sifted through the Ultron-Prime’s vast database.
Minutes later, his eyes widened. “Alex… it’s all here.” He turned the screen toward him, the glowing lines of alien code reflecting in his glasses.
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If Superman could get away with hiding behind Clark Kent’s glasses and acting skills, then surely the Phoenix Force—capable of reshaping reality—could keep a low profile if it wanted. For Jean Grey, staying unnoticed should have been easier, not harder.
But just as Henry couldn’t control Tony Stark’s reckless behavior, Jean wasn’t about to start obeying Henry’s ever...
“What are you going to do to me?”
The Ultron-Prime’s voice carried an edge of fury as it echoed through the chamber, directed squarely at Alex. The glow of the Mind Stone embedded in its forehead flickered like an angry eye, as if even the gem itself resisted the thought of submission.
What did this human—or rather, this anomaly—take him for?
A specimen? A...
Ten Infinity Stones.
That was the staggering total Alex now held.
He had already possessed five. Though one—the Time Stone borrowed from the 2023 Avengers—had been dutifully returned after resolving the Celestial threat, he’d still retained his own set. Alex wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t a thief either. Some lines, he simply wouldn’t cross.
Now, with fiv...
The girl on the phone said, “In that case, I’ll transfer you to the Headmistress. Please hold.” The line clicked into a transfer.
Headmistress? Professor X?
Henry was still wondering if Professor X’s powers could travel down a phone line when the call was picked up—by a sharp, hostile female voice.
“What do you want?”
“And you are…?”
The joy of Christmas felt as if it had fulfilled Miss Audrey Hepburn’s final wish.
But once the new year of 1993 began, her health suddenly plummeted.
Undergoing chemotherapy in a Swiss hospital, Miss Hepburn collapsed from the severe side effects and was immediately admitted into a ward.
At her bedside, Henry and Robert watched as she lay unconscious. All her vit...
“Homelander! It has to be him!”
“The Homelander is finally here—we can breathe again!”
The Avengers weren’t fools. Iron Man, Captain America, and the others instantly recognized the signs.
The sudden sonic boom that split the heavens. The turbulent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield. The blinding afterimages of destruction left in the wake of somethi...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
During the battle, S.H.I.E.L.D. scrambled multiple Quinjets, while the U.S. military unleashed gunships in force.
But it was pointless.
Against the endless tide of robots, their missiles and machine guns were no more effective than throwing pebbles at a tsunami. Within minutes, the aircraft were ripped apart, swallowed whole by the mechanical...
“Henry, may I keep these three notebooks?” Audrey Hepburn asked.
Without even thinking, Henry nodded. “Sure.”
If not for her request, he never would have painstakingly written everything down. It’s not like a Kryptonian super-brain could ever run out of storage space.
So he handed them over without hesitation. He felt no loss—on the contrary, the exercis...
“Is Japanese culture really that reserved?” Audrey asked, eyes curious as ever.
Henry thought for a moment. “It’s not just Japan. Most of Asia, influenced by older traditions, treats certain words differently. They do have a word for love, but they don’t use it the way we do in the West.”
Audrey tilted her head. “Out of modesty?”
“More out of weigh...
The town of Tolochenaz, in Switzerland’s Vaud canton, lies in the French-speaking west near Geneva, at an altitude of 418 meters—a lowland region.
In winter, Tolochenaz stays between 0 and 6°C. Around Christmas, snow is common, blanketing gardens and rooftops.
Still, it isn’t Alaska—the latitude isn’t nearly as high, so the climate is far less severe than the su...
“Obviously, yes.”
Meeting the Watcher’s shocked gaze, Alex spread his hands.
“This shouldn’t be possible…”
The Watcher rubbed his nose, muttering in disbelief. But quickly he shook it off—this was no time to dwell on such details.
“Normally, I should never interfere with the natural progression of any universe. No—this isn’t interference...
“Alex, we’ve detected a massive unknown energy fluctuation in New York!”
While Alex was deep in thought, carefully mapping out his plans, his steward Raven suddenly appeared before him, her face grim as she delivered the report.
“New York?”
Alex raised a brow.
New York was far from Krakoa. If Raven had sensed an energy fluctuation even from such a d...
Waiting by the plane, Givenchy spread his arms wide:
“Audrey, my dearest friend.”
The lady, seated in her wheelchair, leaned in for a warm cheek-to-cheek kiss.
Then came the handshake between Givenchy and Robert.
Henry, meanwhile, was at the tarmac handling customs clearance. Since this flight was bound for Europe, they had to officially leave U.S. territ...
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, Hela leapt out from the massive crater.
Shock and disbelief were written all over her face.
This man… he was actually this strong!
No wonder Thor and Loki treated him as their last hope.
“Just who are you?”
Hela’s piercing eyes locked onto Alex as she demanded in a low, grave voice.
During her time r...
Hela couldn’t help but be shocked. With her overwhelming power, an enemy had gotten so close to her, and yet she hadn’t sensed a thing!
If the other party hadn’t spoken first, she wouldn’t even have realized someone was already standing right beside her.
Unfathomable!
No matter who this person was, it was clear—they were a master whose strength ran incredibly ...
Paul Mellon and Rachel Lambert’s private jet was a Gulfstream.
Inside, it held only six seats—ergonomically designed armchairs with their own small tables, each able to swivel and recline. The cabin wasn’t decorated with ostentation; comfort was the priority.
But to carry Audrey Hepburn as a patient, the aircraft was specially refitted. Two rows of chairs were remove...