Of course, even if Tony's plan isn't as simple as it sounds, it's undeniably complex.
Building a dimensional version of the New York is only one cornerstone in a much larger operation.
The next step is how to quietly lure the Reincarnators into this dimensional space without alerting them—and once they step inside, ensure the secret of the pocket dimension remains undiscovered. It's an almost impossibly delicate task.
It requires absolute precision and capability. One mistake—just one—and the entire operation could collapse.
And to make things even harder, there was the unexpected appearance of Reincarnators involved in the operation.
Beings from other times and realities, each carrying bizarre and unpredictable abilities, have thrown the situation into chaos.
What makes this worse is that Alex Ray still doesn't have a clear understanding of the strength of the Lord God Space. He can't gauge its upper limits, nor can he predict the capabilities of the Reincarnators deployed this time.
This added another level of difficulty for him.
Still, he remained confident in himself and in his allies. With their collective strength, tricking enemies below god-tier into the dimensional space shouldn't be a problem.
After all, there was no way this plan could be completed by Alex alone.
He had thrown everything he had into this.
Not only had he mobilized Tony Stark and the artificial intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S. to monitor Earth without blind spots, but he'd also tapped into the deep underground network of the Continental Hotel. A reward had been issued: $20 billion.
That massive bounty dropped into the global underworld like a bomb in calm waters.
It ignited a firestorm of greed. Eyes turned toward New York, as assassins, mercenaries, and brokers crawled out of the shadows, feeding Alex and his team crucial intelligence.
Of course, Alex didn't have that kind of money. Not on his own.
The funds had been "collected" by Wilson Fisk, also known as Kingpin, through a series of very persuasive visits to wealthy "donors." No one said no to Kingpin twice.
Meanwhile, Professor Charles Xavier would don his specially-designed Cerebro-enhanced helmet, and begin scanning the psychic atmosphere of the planet. His job: find potential enemies—be they divine or reincarnated.
Xavier's power wasn't limited to mutants.
The moment any suspicious individuals matching Reincarnator profiles were detected by the Navy, Army, or Air Force, they would send coordinates to Hell's Kitchen via J.A.R.V.I.S.
At that moment, the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj would open a portal. With coordination from Professor X, his powerful telepathic sister Cassandra, Wanda Maximoff, and others who excelled in illusion magic, the enemy would be drawn into the dimensional trap.
Illusions like mirrored blossoms and water-moon fantasies—woven into reality—would disorient and confuse the enemy's senses. Their minds would spiral into chaos, unable to resist or escape their fates.
But for those who were too powerful or cautious to be lured so easily, Alex had already prepared to act personally.
He knew better than to expect a flawless plan. There would be variables. There always were. That's why he had pushed his strength to the absolute limit—so that at the most critical moment, he could step in and secure the win.
Still, for all his preparation, there was a lingering doubt in Alex's mind.
What exactly was the relationship between the Lord God Space and the Reincarnators?
Why had there been no sign of Reincarnators in the Marvel Universe before—only for them to suddenly appear en masse now?
And most troubling of all: how had they found him?
His position hadn't been exposed.
So how had they known where to look?
Was it pure coincidence?
Or had the Lord God Space already identified him?
If that was the case… then it meant other enemies across the Marvel Universe may have received the same information. And they were on their way.
Alex stood in the dimly-lit room, silent, deep in thought—until a sudden knock shattered the stillness.
"Alex Ray! Stop slacking, you bastard! Get your ass up and finish the job!" came the familiar voice from outside.
He recognized it instantly—Tony Stark. No one else could yell at him like that and live.
"Hurry up! I must've been out of my damn mind in a past life to bankroll this mess!"
"You realize how much money I've not made because of you?!"
With Tony's voice echoing through the door like a disgruntled boss on espresso, Alex gave up pondering the mysteries of the universe. He sighed, stood up, and opened the door.
"I'm coming!"
As for why the Reincarnators had appeared here, in this world… no one could truly answer that.
After all, Alex was the only one in the Marvel Universe who even knew the term "Reincarnator."
Let alone the deeper implications.
"Reincarnator… Haven't heard that word in a long time. Things just got interesting," said a man slouched lazily in a security uniform, reclining inside the narrow booth at the entrance to Hell's Kitchen Community College.
He had his hands behind his head, body relaxed like he was watching a sitcom instead of sitting atop a powder keg. His eyes were deep—calm, mocking, untouchable—as if nothing in this world could stir emotion in him anymore.
Across from him stood another man in a crisp white shirt, face somber, arms crossed as he stared at the bustling crowd passing through the gates.
There was a hint of nostalgia in his expression. And just a trace of anxiety.
The two of them were stationed as the front-line lookouts of Hell's Kitchen's first defense layer.
"Relax. If you're really that worried, just have faith in yourself," said the lazy one, still not moving an inch.
"Let the kids have their blessings. Isn't it a good life, just living? I was such an idiot before. We were in the Marvel Universe, man… and I spent my time killing instead of enjoying it."
He chuckled to himself, carefree, as if the world wasn't a ticking time bomb.
But the white-shirted man wasn't laughing.
He turned to face his companion, his stern gaze silencing the laughter. His left arm was missing—just a sleeve rolled and pinned to his shoulder. A long scar slashed across his face from brow to chin, disfiguring what was once a striking face. That scar had seen wars. Had survived more than death.
He stared at the lazy man for a moment. Then, for the first time, spoke seriously:
"If you're really worried—then take action."
"You know we only get one shot at this. That's it. One."
"If we screw this up, there won't be another chance."
The lazy man's expression shifted. For a brief moment, seriousness washed over his features.
"…That's why we're both here, right?" he said after a pause, tone softening. "The past failed. The future failed. All we have left is the present."
But it only lasted three seconds.
With a sly smile, he leaned forward and asked, "By the way, how did the Reincarnators even find this universe? My cloaking ability should've kept everything sealed."
The man in white didn't smile.
Instead, his voice lowered. His words were heavy.
"They didn't look for it."
"They didn't have to look."
"They used the most direct, most brutal method."
"They slaughtered universes."
"One by one."
"And now… their mission is to massacre Hell's Kitchen."
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