New York City
After noticing the vagrant's subtle movement, Ebony Maw · Leon hadn't even had the chance to crush him with telekinesis—
Mjolnir struck first.
A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens and incinerated the man on the spot.
The reason was simple.
His hands were filthy.
Ebony Maw · Leon drifted down beside Mjolnir and slowly landed. He lifted his gaze toward the sky, where the Chitauri army rampaged freely across Manhattan, carving through the city as though no one could oppose them.
He basked in the amplification of Rhythm of War.
Under the stunned stares of the bound Avengers—the so-called Human-Swine Five suspended in steel restraints—
He bent down and grasped the handle of Mjolnir.
Lift—
At first, when Leon exerted force, Mjolnir merely trembled. It did not rise.
But even that slight movement made Thor—already drowning in grief over Loki's death—stare as if he had seen a ghost.
Because in his understanding, Mjolnir could not be lifted by brute strength. Only one deemed worthy—one who embodied justice and selfless love—could wield it as naturally as their own arm.
And yet this man—this being who had killed Loki—
Was Mjolnir judging him worthy?
What kind of All-Father-damned joke was that?!
What Thor did not know was this:
Leon had only shaken Mjolnir through sheer physical force. The amplification from Rhythm of War was not yet enough.
So he doubled down.
For only the second time in his life—
He sacrificed his intelligence completely and activated The Fool, granting a 100% amplification boost.
But unlike before—
With Mental Corruption Immunity ensuring absolute clarity, Leon remained perfectly rational. He experienced the peak state of both The Fool and Ultra Instinct (Omen) without losing control.
The silver radiance of Ultra Instinct began to rise—
And was immediately suppressed.
Then came a scene worthy of being recorded in the chronicles of Asgard—
The alien invader, Ebony Maw · Leon, lifted Mjolnir.
"How is this possible?!"
Thor's entire worldview shattered. No one present understood the meaning of lifting Mjolnir better than he did.
And as for Leon—
Though his face remained calm as still water, inwardly he was exhilarated beyond words. Never had he felt something so intoxicating.
[System Prompt: Would you like to complete today's Daily Sign-In?]
System sis, anything is fine. I absolutely love you.
[Ding! Daily Sign-In complete. Congratulations, Host: Godzilla Template Fragment ×4.]
"Oh?"
"So ten fragments finally lets me summon the atomic dinosaur?"
"But unlocking Godzilla means… that's coming too, isn't it…"
"It's about time."
[Ding! You have successfully collected ten Godzilla Template Fragments. They have automatically fused into the complete Godzilla Template.]
[Godzilla Template: Monster among monsters. King among kings. Human among humans. Your species remains human, but you gain all of Godzilla's abilities. In human form: 25% output. In monster form: 100% output.]
[Description: The planet cannot speak. So Godzilla appears.]
"Ah…"
Invincible… how lonely it is…
Invincible… how empty it feels…
Standing alone at the summit…
The cold wind blows without end…
Who can understand my solitude…
…
S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier
Nick Fury stared at the massive screen before him, watching Arcee's impassioned livestream broadcast, and exploded in rage.
"Where the hell did this woman come from?!"
"Sir, Headquarters has no record of her," Maria Hill replied with a frown.
"Motherf—!"
"A bunch of useless idiots!"
Suddenly—
The YouTube livestream feed was forcibly overridden by a secure video call.
Five members of the World Security Council appeared on screen.
"Director Fury, we regret to inform you—"
"Moments ago, the Council passed a resolution relieving you of command. Effective immediately, the Helicarrier is under Council authority."
"What?!"
"You will regret this!"
"You absolute—"
Before Fury could finish, the Council terminated the transmission.
The screen went black, reflecting only his own darkened expression.
Smash!
He drove his fist straight through the display.
Moments later, an announcement echoed throughout the Helicarrier:
"Director Fury has been relieved of command."
"Execute Directive 7A11."
"Directive 7A11 confirmed. Preparing for launch."
On the flight deck, a pilot received the order and immediately launched a high-speed jet armed with the nuclear warhead codenamed 'Big Boy.'
Fury's eyelid twitched violently. He roared—
"Who authorized that launch?!"
"Shoot it down! Now!"
"Sir… you've been relieved. We cannot disobey a lawful order," the weapons operator replied, bound by protocol.
"Motherf—! Move!"
"I'll do it myself!"
Fury vaulted over the railing from the elevated command platform—dropping nearly eight feet without using the stairs—and shoved the operator aside.
He disabled the friendly-fire safeguards and manually took control of the Helicarrier's anti-air batteries.
The targeting reticle locked onto the departing jet.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sky erupted in anti-aircraft fire.
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