Two days had passed since Alex Ray, Strange, and Tony had their conversation in the dimensional space.
Hell's Kitchen.
"Hurry up, get those inside, and be careful! That's high-tech equipment—you can't afford to be careless!" a supervisor in a Stark Industries uniform shouted, waving a walkie-talkie and directing the workers.
"Move it! Don't block the front!"
Workers bustled between towering stacks of cargo, sweat dripping from their brows.
Not only that, large trucks, excavators, and various engineering vehicles marked with the Stark Industries logo poured into the area like a rising tide.
"What the hell's going on?" a few foreign tourists asked curiously.
"We don't really know either," one of the more talkative workers replied, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "But I heard it's a big project from Mr. Alex Ray and Mr. Stark. Since it's their idea, we just follow orders and don't ask questions!"
Hell's Kitchen had always drawn the world's attention due to its unique geographical position and its layered, complicated history. Any tremor here could ripple across the globe.
And now, this massive, coordinated operation was like tossing a boulder into still waters—causing tidal waves of curiosity and speculation.
Illuminati Headquarters
"It seems our Mr. Alex Ray knows something."
Reed Richards set the report down slowly, his hawk-like eyes narrowing on Kang, who sat across from him, composed as ever—yet to Reed, dangerously unreadable.
From the large-scale mobilization underway in Hell's Kitchen, it was difficult not to conclude that Alex Ray was aware of something. Something big.
And that was the problem.
Only a few people in the multiverse were privy to the reawakening of the Celestials.
Which meant... someone had leaked it.
But even within the Illuminati, that number was minuscule.
Reed himself hadn't told anyone else—not even Sue. So, his suspicions naturally fell on Kang.
And once that idea planted itself in Reed's mind, it festered.
He stared harder, thoughts racing.
Kang, as always, remained poised. His every gesture exuded calm and grace.
Under Reed's unrelenting scrutiny, Kang simply removed his glasses, cleaning them slowly with a silk cloth.
There was something about the nonchalance of the motion that made it even more unnerving.
That unnatural calm only fueled Reed's suspicions.
What was Kang planning?
Just as Reed got lost in that thought, Kang placed the glasses back on.
"You're overthinking it, Reed," Kang said calmly. "And while I hate to be blunt, it's frankly impossible that Alex Ray knows what we do. After all, he's a common enemy to both our backers."
Reed didn't reply, but the skepticism in his eyes didn't waver.
Kang, undeterred, continued with a small, polite smile.
"And even if he does know—so what? Isn't that a good thing? The more chaotic the world gets, the better our chances."
He gave a light chuckle.
"Wouldn't you agree?"
"Indeed. Hahahaha…"
Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One slowly opened her eyes. Deep and ageless, they seemed to pierce the veil of time and space itself, gazing directly toward Hell's Kitchen.
There, neon lights danced and people swarmed. Threads of fate intertwined into an intricate web, a dizzying lattice of lives, choices, and consequences.
She let out a quiet sigh, long and haunting.
Her fingers trembled slightly, sketching glowing, cryptic symbols in the air with delicate precision.
She murmured, almost inaudibly, "I do not know whether I will perish... or transcend... at this rare moment where multiverses intersect."
With that, she closed her eyes once more, body and soul blending into the ambient energy of Kamar-Taj.
And then, a wave of eerie, mysterious energy radiated outward.
This was no ordinary mystical force—it was something higher.
A power that transcended time, space, and dimension. A force that left a mark on the very soul.
Had Alex Ray been present, he would've been stunned.
Because the aura she now exuded... was authority.
And it was stronger than anything he had ever witnessed.
Asgard
Odin stood at the center of the grand hall, resplendent in golden armor that radiated divine brilliance. Every piece seemed to resonate with timeless strength and ancient wisdom.
In his grip, he held the legendary Spear of Eternity. Its tip glided effortlessly through the air, making a sharp, crystalline sound—a note forged from time itself.
His gaze was steady, eyes brimming with foresight. He was looking through the folds of time, directly into the uncertain future.
"Prepare for battle," Odin commanded, his voice deep and resonant, echoing through the chamber like divine thunder.
Three words, yet heavy with infinite resolve.
Thor and Loki straightened at once, faces turning solemn.
Then, without warning, Odin unleashed a powerful aura.
Like a storm, it swept across the chamber—majesty, might, and unwavering will, all woven into one cosmic pulse.
The moment passed in a heartbeat, but it left behind an unforgettable impression.
In that instant, Thor and Loki were reminded of the king who had once led Asgard through chaos and conquest.
The All-Father had returned.
No one yet understood what was happening in Hell's Kitchen.
No one knew what Alex Ray—the so-called Lord of Hell—was planning.
No one could guess what these vast supplies were for.
But everyone understood one thing:
Hell's Kitchen, silent for over half a year, had roared back to life with the return of its master.
Which meant only one thing:
A storm was brewing.
And it would not be small.
And the one behind all this chaos, Alex Ray, was currently deep in thought—anxious, even.
Because he had heard a word—foreign yet hauntingly familiar.
"Reincarnation?"
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