As the massive wave of psychic power surged in, Peter's movements froze abruptly.
The golden flames burning within his eyes suddenly flickered out, and the relaxed expression on his face turned hollow and vacant.
It worked!
Seeing this scene, Supergiant nearly wept tears of joy!
Down in the subterranean safe houses, the citizens of New York—who had just been immersed in ecstatic celebration over The Arbiter one-shotting a formidable enemy—felt their hearts leap into their throats once more. Cries of alarm erupted in rapid succession:
"Mr. Arbiter... what happened to him?!"
"Was he mind-controlled?!"
"Oh no!"
On the battlefield, heroes like Prowler and Red Guardian, who weren't deeply familiar with Peter's true capabilities, suffered drastic shifts in expression. They instinctively prepared to rush forward to his aid.
Meanwhile, Daisy and Natasha—having just broken free from the telepathic restraint—rubbed their aching temples. Looking at the "controlled" Peter and the ecstatic Supergiant, identical, exceedingly bizarre expressions surfaced on their faces.
A distance away, Felicia and Gwen—who had just breathed a sigh of relief—couldn't help but exchange a knowing glance.
That shared look contained three parts pity, three parts sympathy, and four parts... mischievous, gleeful anticipation.
Their boyfriend with his twisted sense of humor... was at it again!
Supergiant, however, paid zero attention to the subtle shifts in the team's expressions. Staring at the man standing rigid as a wooden puppet before her, a twisted, maniacal smile spread across her face.
She won! In the end, this war belonged to her!
She had told herself a backwater planet like Earth couldn't produce an entity who possessed both a terrifyingly invincible physical frame like Lord Thanos and a psychic capacity so monstrous it bordered on unnatural. So what if he was Earth's strongest warrior? In the end, he was nothing more than a puppet bound to serve Lady Supergiant!
With that thought, Supergiant panted heavily, staring at Peter with a look of supreme satisfaction and venomous malice as she delivered her first absolute decree as the victor:
"Now... slaughter every single one of your companions!"
Supergiant's voice echoed loudly across the battleground, causing the citizens in the safe houses to let out collective, sharp gasps of horror.
Lord Arbiter being forced to butcher all the superheroes... Nobody wanted to see something so horrific!
Just as countless people instinctively shut their eyes, not daring to watch the impending tragedy, the battlefield plunged into a dead, suffocating silence.
One second passed.
Five seconds passed.
Ten seconds passed.
The anticipated massacre by Peter completely failed to materialize.
What was going on?
Opening their eyes one by one, the citizens discovered that Lord Arbiter was still standing right where he was, completely motionless like a statue. His eyes remained hollow, clearly still trapped in the mind-control state. Yet, faced with Supergiant's explicit order, he didn't budge even a single millimeter.
Hmm?
The triumphant smile on Supergiant's face faltered slightly. Was the psychic exertion too great, causing a latency in command transmission?
Frowning, she prepared to issue the decree again, but a sudden sense of anomaly caught her attention.
The surrounding superheroes... their reactions were completely wrong!
They weren't displaying expressions of terror or despair. They hadn't turned to flee, nor was anyone shouting frantically to awaken Earth's strongest defender. On the contrary, every single one of them was watching her with a look that said... they were enjoying a free comedy show?
An ominous premonition welled up involuntarily from the depths of Supergiant's heart.
"I ordered you to act! Kill them all! Are you deaf?!" She shrieked in a fit of humiliation and rage, thrusting the command into his mind once more.
Yet, Peter remained entirely unresponsive.
"You..." Supergiant finally realized that things had spiraled completely out of her control. To prevent any further complications—
Her eyes narrowed as a dagger glowing with deep blue energy materialized in her hand. Without a second thought, she plunged it straight toward Peter's heart!
Whatever was causing the glitch in the mind control didn't matter—she would simply execute him right here! Once he was dead, the rest of these ants posed zero threat!
Sizzle!
In the very next split second, a flash of golden fire ignited before her eyes.
And then... Supergiant suddenly realized she could no longer feel her right hand. Instinctively looking down, she found her right shoulder completely bare—there was nothing there!
Her entire arm... had vanished into thin air!
Immediately following, a voice dripping with absolute mockery echoed right beside her ear:
"You can't even play the role of a proper clown correctly. Tell me, what good are you actually for?"
Supergiant shuddered violently, her head snapping upward.
The "hard-controlled" Peter standing before her had regained his full brilliance at an unknown moment. Within those crimson-gold eyes, there wasn't a single trace of vacancy remaining—only pure, unadulterated amusement and contempt.
"You... YOU... HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" Supergiant unleashed an ear-piercing, hysterical shriek, her voice warping entirely out of pitch. "My telepathy didn't register a single shred of resistance! The mind control was successful—how can you still move?!"
"Psychic power?" Peter let out a disdainful chuckle, as if he had just heard the absolute joke of the century. "That stuff... is completely useless against me."
"Impossible! Then why were you just—"
SLAP!
Before she could finish her sentence, a crisp, thundering slap spun her around twice in place, sending half a mouth of teeth flying through the air.
"Dumbass," Peter muttered, shaking his hand with a look of mild disgust. "I was just teasing you a little bit~"
Teasing me?!
Supergiant's brain completely short-circuited. No! This couldn't be real!
"ROAR!"
An earth-shattering roar abruptly resonated across the battlefield!
It was the Hulk!
Materializing behind Peter at an unknown moment, his massive green fist cut through the air with a terrifying, apocalyptic momentum, driving straight toward the back of Peter's heart!
This was her final trump card! Utilizing the Hulk—whom she had maintained continuous mind-control over—to execute a true, lethal surprise attack when Peter was at his most careless!
At this thought, a tiny spark of hope ignited within Supergiant's eyes once more.
However, that spark was thoroughly snuffed out in the very next second.
Peter didn't even bother to turn around. He merely reached a single hand casually behind his back, effortlessly catching the Hulk's massive, basin-sized fist. A blow capable of triggering a catastrophic earthquake failed to make his body sway in the slightest.
"Bruce, snap out of it," Peter said calmly.
A gentle, soothing white light illuminated his palm, instantly submerging into the Hulk's body.
Horse Talisman—Dispel All Abnormalities!
The Hulk's violent charge froze instantly. The mindless, bloodshot rage in his eyes receded at a rapid pace, and his gargantuan frame visibly began to shrink. Blanking for a brief moment, he let out a low, reluctant grunt before his form gradually reverted back into Bruce Banner.
"..."
Faced with the cruel, unyielding reality right before her eyes, Supergiant plunged into absolute despair. Staring at the man who seemed completely omnipotent, a frantic, unhinged screech ripped from her throat:
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could a lower lifeform like you withstand my telepathic—"
"Shut up, you're annoying."
Peter's brows knitted slightly, and an invisible, overwhelming pressure erupted outward!
Conqueror's Haki!
Supergiant felt as though her very soul had been struck by an invisible, gargantuan sledgehammer. The crushing atmospheric weight forced her knees to buckle, sending her slamming powerlessly onto the asphalt.
It wasn't just her—tens of thousands of surrounding Chitauri infantrymen instantly collapsed into paralysis beneath the sweep of Conqueror's Haki, transforming into helpless lambs awaiting slaughter!
"You like playing with psychic energy so much, right?" Peter looked down at her, his eyes cold as ice. He slowly raised his hand, pressing a single palm firmly onto the crown of Supergiant's skull. "Then I'll let you... truly experience what real mental overload feels like!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the watch dial on Peter's wrist subtly shifted to the Vanir Gods slot. Complex, shimmering golden runes abruptly surfaced across his palm.
Like living entities, these ancient inscriptions surged madly down his fingertips and plunged directly into Supergiant's brain!
It wasn't destruction—it was an absolute, forced data dump!
In a single instant, an infinite, boundless tide of raw information was forcibly crammed into Supergiant's mental realm! Exactly like Satoru Gojo's Unlimited Void, the sheer, processing-defying volume of data caused Supergiant's brain to completely crash!
"AH... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Supergiant unleashed a blood-curdling scream a hundred times more agonizing than Natasha's or Daisy's earlier reactions.
This was the key difference between Peter's targeted mental attack and the Unlimited Void. While Unlimited Void merely halted the opponent's cognitive functions, Peter's psychic assault was a force of literal, physical destruction—causing completely irreversible neurological damage!
In a matter of seconds, dark crimson blood poured continuously from Supergiant's eyes, nostrils, and ears.
This once insufferably arrogant member of the Black Order had officially entered a state of permanent, absolute brain death!
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