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Chapter 357: The Homelander, Savior of the Multiverse!
🕑 Added 2025-10-01 15:06:31 +0000 UTC
Ten Infinity Stones.
That was the staggering total Alex now held.
He had already possessed five. Though one—the Time Stone borrowed from the 2023 Avengers—had been dutifully returned after resolving the Celestial threat, he’d still retained his own set. Alex wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t a thief either. Some lines, he simply wouldn’t cross.
Now, with five more wrenched from Ultron Prime’s chest, his arsenal had doubled.
Ten Stones.
Alex almost laughed aloud. If Thanos could see this, he’d probably choke on his own arrogance and keel over before collecting even one.
The ground trembled.
Kaboom!
From the smoking crater, Ultron Prime burst forth, mangled but still defiant. His crimson glare locked onto Alex as he brandished his strange weapon.
“Return my Stones!” he roared.
Alex scoffed. “You think I’d hand them back?” His hand flipped casually, revealing the Infinity Gauntlet he had forged in advance.
The gauntlet glittered menacingly, five Stones already gleaming in its sockets.
Ultron froze. “A gauntlet… tailored to house the Stones? You—prepared for this?” His processors whirred in disbelief.
Alex slid the fresh gems into place. The gauntlet pulsed, humming with godlike resonance.
Ultron’s jaw clenched. “No… those aren’t mine. You’ve already collected another five!” His voice cracked with outrage, realization dawning like a nightmare.
But Alex didn’t even bother responding. He simply raised his hand. The Reality Stone blazed.
A flash of warped light consumed Ultron.
His systems screamed in panic. Error. Migration protocols: disabled. Network link: severed.
His smug immortality—his ace in the hole—was gone.
“No… you’ve trapped me in this shell!” Ultron’s composure shattered as terror filled his synthetic eyes.
“That’s right,” Alex said coldly. “Now you’re nothing more than a machine waiting to be scrapped.”
In an instant, Alex’s figure blurred.
Boom!
His fist collided with Ultron’s chest, shearing through Vibranium plating as if it were tin. Ultron staggered, disbelieving, before his right arm split away with a metallic shriek.
Vibranium was resilient, but not absolute. At several thousand meters per second, Alex’s blows hit with catastrophic force—enough to crack what was thought unbreakable.
Thud! Clang! Crack!
One by one, Ultron’s limbs were torn asunder. Legs snapped like brittle rods. His other arm ripped away in sparks. In moments, the multiversal tyrant was reduced to a twitching torso lying helplessly on the battlefield.
Cheers erupted.
“Excellent!”
“The crisis is over!”
The Avengers’ relief was palpable. On the Helicarrier, Nick Fury finally exhaled, tension draining from his frame. The nuclear option had failed. Despair had nearly swallowed him whole. And yet—Homelander had prevailed again.
“Just like before,” Fury muttered, “when the world teetered on destruction… it was Homelander who pulled us back.”
“The Homelander saved not just Earth,” Captain America said softly, awe heavy in his voice, “but the entire multiverse.”
Even the Watcher’s colossal silhouette flickered in the heavens, his booming voice rolling like thunder.
“You can always trust the Homelander!”
Alex rolled his eyes. The old voyeur still hadn’t learned that Alex could hear him now.
Ignoring the commentary, Alex reappeared before Ultron’s torso with a sonic crack, lifting the broken machine by the throat.
Ultron’s photoreceptors dimmed in disbelief. “It isn’t scientific… You shouldn’t exist. Across infinite realities, there is no record of you. Why does a being like you exist here?”
Alex’s grip tightened. “Not your concern.”
He turned, addressing the Avengers with cool finality. “I’m taking this one with me.”
No one objected. Who could, after everything?
With a final sonic boom, Alex vanished from the battlefield, Ultron’s battered shell in hand.
The world was safe. The multiverse was safe. Because once again, Homelander had carried it all.
—
Boom!
Krakoa.
Alex materialized inside the laboratory, dropping Ultron’s crippled form onto the reinforced floor.
Hank Pym’s eyes widened behind his glasses. “This… is Ultron?” He gawked at the shattered wreck. “Even as an enemy, this is brutal. You dismantled him like… like spare parts.”
Alex’s tone was calm, precise. “Hank, I need you to crack his programming. His database contains things I want.”
And that was why Alex had dragged Ultron Prime back alive.
Not mercy. Not compassion.
Information.
