The containment grid tightened.
Runes burned emerald and violet as Doom's hybrid science-sorcery attempted to define Derrick's limits. Space stiffened. Gravity vectors inverted in controlled patterns.
Teleportation collapsed into static noise.
Doom watched closely.
This was not meant to kill.
It was meant to measure this creature of unknown origin.
Derrick exhaled slowly.
Inside him, billions of Absorbed instincts finally aligned. Viltrumite combat doctrine. Blacklight elasticity. Asgardian density.
Momentum stored and stacked waited for his command.
If space refuses to move…
Then I move it harder.
Derrick didn't push outward like usual.
He drove down.
Derrick says grinning "there's a reason why I chose Yellowstone national park...."..
Every ounce of stored momentum, months of high-velocity travel, planetary dives and orbital strikes collapsed inward and funneled into a single point beneath his feet.
The ground screamed..
Yellowstone's ancient bedrock didn't crack, it imploded..
A shockwave detonated downward, compressing earth, magma, and pressure into a violently collapsing pocket. The grid flickered as its spatial anchors lost reference points.
Doom's eyes widened just a fraction.
"Interesting... "
The ground beneath Derrick collapsed for a hundred meters, forming a crater so deep it exposed glowing veins of magma. Trees vaporized. Stone folded like wet clay.
Before the containment field could reassert itself,
Derrick raised both hands.
Gravity collapsed.
A compressed gravity singularity bloomed, no larger than a fist, dense enough to distort light, sound, and magic alike. Doom's runes screamed as equations failed, sigils unraveling under impossible curvature.
The grid shattered like glass struck from the inside.
Derrick vanished then reappearing at the edge of the crater, already accelerating.
Doom stood firm, cloak snapping violently as the backlash tore through the battlefield.
"So," Doom said quietly, almost pleased, "you are learning."
Minutes Later — Yellowstone Caldera
Derrick hovered above the dormant supervolcano.
Beneath him slept enough pressure to rewrite continents.
He knew Doom would not stop. Knew Latveria would watch. Knew sorcery and science would tighten around him like a noose so he decided to pull a hulk.
Annoying variables require loud solutions.
He descended.
Deep.
Past sulfur vents. Past magma chambers. Into the heart of the caldera where pressure had waited thousands of years for an excuse.
Derrick's body swelled.
Biomass unlocked. Viral sacs unfolded. Every stored explosive compound both biological, gravitational and kinetic synchronized..
At the center of the chamber, Derrick released it.
The bio-bomb shockwave was not fire.
It was force.
A cascading pressure inversion that detonated magma outward, cracked tectonic plates, and destabilized the entire caldera in a single, catastrophic release.
Yellowstone erupted.
Not a small plume like on nature documentaries but a world-scale scream.
Ash darkened the sky in seconds. Shockwaves rippled across states. Seismic sensors across the planet spiked into panic.
Derrick shot upward through the eruption column, riding the explosion like a spear, already cloaking his signature as he vanished into the upper atmosphere.
Far Away in Latveria
Doom stood before a wall of screens.
Yellowstone burned.
Sensors screamed. Satellites rerouted. Governments panicked.
Doom folded his hands behind his back.
"So," he said softly, "you choose escalation."
A thin smile formed beneath the mask.
"Very well."
He turned toward a sealed chamber deep within Castle Doom.
"Let us see," Victor von Doom murmured, "how long you can keep running… before the universe itself demands payment."
Somewhere above the ash-choked skies, Derrick accelerated already calculating his next move.
Because if Doom was now involved
Then subtlety was over.