"You're the one who crosses Worlds and stands in our way?" one Thanos snarled, eyes cold as he stared at Malrick.
"You killed Thanos Prime," another Thanos added, his tone firm.
Malrick stood surrounded by a circle of Thanos variants, each identical in build and menace.
He recalled Little Spider's complaint back at the TVA: "With so many purple potatoes, my eyes are turning purple."
He had to admit — looking at them all together, it felt like gazing into twenty mirrors.
Suppressing a smirk, Malrick shifted his palm slightly.
The space around them shivered and transformed.
The calm air cracked, shimmered, and then exploded outward, folding all of reality into a massive Mirror Dimension that swallowed Earth in an instant.
He cast a silent spell, and suddenly he and the twenty-three Thanos were transported into that mirror realm.
The surroundings looked like New York's ruins — rubble everywhere — but the Avengers and Wanda were gone.
"I thought that once Thanos Prime sent the alert, you'd run. Go back to your own universe. Save yourself," Malrick said calmly.
"But you came to find me instead. That saves me quite a lot of trouble."
He reached inside his Inner World and tucked the Infinity Gauntlet away.
Then he cracked his knuckles.
"Twenty-three Thanos, twenty-three Gauntlets. And here you are. Did you really think you could intimidate me?"
One Thanos stepped forward, voice booming: "We are Destiny. We are the balance of the Universe. Whoever opposes us will be crushed."
Another sneered, "You and your Earthlings are nothing but ignorant insects. Dust for a new universe to grow from!"
They spoke of fate, of power.
They vowed to tear Malrick down.
At once, they clenched their fists — no snapping, not yet.
They activated Stones: purple, blue, green, orange, yellow, red — a dazzling, deadly rainbow of power surrounded them.
Then they attacked.
One Thanos summoned a black hole with the Space Stone, hurling it at Malrick.
Another ripped the moon from the sky using Space and Power Stones.
Others unleashed twisted combinations: reality illusions with the Mind Stone, Time Pauses, and more.
Malrick felt the onslaught: time stopping, space folding, gravity crushing, reality warping, mental illusions.
It was chaos.
It felt like being buried under a storm of cosmic power.
Back at the TVA command room, B-15 watched in horror on the screen.
Every Thanos had six Infinity Stones.
How could Malrick possibly come out of this alive?
But Malrick's counterattack came like lightning.
He tapped into the Anti-Life Equation within his Inner World, breaking through the illusions.
The six Stones' energy flowed into him, filling his body with vibrant brilliance.
Every cell, every drop of blood, shimmered.
He raised his hand.
Energy poured out.
The black holes and the falling moon unraveled, transforming into delicate, white petals.
The petals drifted down like snow over the group of Thanos, blinding them.
Their attacks stopped mid-motion, stunned.
One Thanos gaped. "He doesn't even have the Gauntlet. How is he using the Stones?"
Another raised his fist, preparing to snap, rage in his eyes.
They realized then: Malrick wasn't just using the Stones.
He was better than them.
Speed, strength, reaction — Malrick was class in every category.
Before any Thanos could complete a snap, he was already in front of them, prying their fingers open, ripping off their Gauntlets.
Then, he unleashed his Heat Vision.
One by one, Thanos fell — heat beams cutting through their torsos.
Without hesitation, Malrick moved in a blur: grab Gauntlet, slice, repeat.
It looked effortless.
On the TVA screen, B-15 saw him multiply — or at least, it seemed that way — as if he were cutting through all twenty-three of them at once.
When the last Thanos fell, Malrick casually tossed the Gauntlet behind him and collapsed the Mirror Dimension.
With a clang, the Gauntlet landed among the pile of shattered armor and prosthetic limbs.
Metal rang, echoing through the ruins.
Crippled weapons from the Thanos fleets were aimed but fired — only to be stopped.
Bullets slowed as they approached him, dissipating into petals when they hit his field of power.
"Are you okay?" Wanda's voice cracked as she flew to him, concern in every word.
Captain America shouted at the assembled Thanos corpses. "We won't let him snap again!"
But the Thanos were gone.
Their consciousness had frozen at the moment before they acted.
Then they fragmented — each splitting neatly from waist to head, falling apart piece by piece.
Nick Fury swore.
Tony Stark and the others gawked.
Pietro, wide-eyed, swallowed hard. "He was gone thirty seconds… and Superman just killed all of them?"
Some Avengers rushed to Malrick, grateful, stunned.
They stared at the pile of Infinity Gauntlets, at the fallen Titans.
Fury knelt, extending a hand to the heap.
But Malrick placed a firm palm on his shoulder.
"These Stones must go back," he said.
"They belong to their owners. I'll return them."
He turned to Wanda.
"I'm leaving. I'll come find you in a few days."
He opened a Space-Time Portal.
Slowly, he and all the Thanos' bodies and Infinity Stones began to vanish.
A moment of silence passed.
Then Pietro whispered, "He just left. I didn't even say thank you."
Tony perked up.
"We should celebrate. Thank my parallel-world brother, Superman."
Little Spider jumped up.
"Pizza? Cheese pizza!"
Malrick's voice drifted across the portal as he left: "You'll have whatever you want."
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