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Chapter 23 Allens: Mysterio? I'm Stronger Than Him
🕑 Added 2025-08-27 11:27:42 +0000 UTCThe unknown cave in Afghanistan seemed to have been pulled into another dimension. The ordinary cave had transformed into a ruined block of New York City. Above, a massive space battleship blotted out the sun, casting the battlefield in a dim light.
The ten clone soldiers of the Fury Team, who had just entered the cave, only saw a blur for a moment. The narrow cave had vanished, replaced by the destroyed streets of New York.
Before them, ten monstrous alien creatures stood, their bodies covered in thick mucus, teeth sharp, ferocious, and terrifying beyond description.
"Fury Team, stay alert."
The leader raised his fist. The ten soldiers spread into a trapezoid formation, guns aimed at the charging alien monsters.
Roar!
The lead alien bellowed, its massive limbs rippling with muscle as it charged the team.
"Fire!"
Emotionless due to their cloning defects, the Fury soldiers opened fire.
Da-da-da!
Bullets tore through the first alien, splattering blood and forcing it backward.
"Hoo, hoo!"
Two more monsters roared and charged. Reflexes honed beyond ordinary humans, three soldiers pivoted, firing at the incoming beasts.
Tsk, tsk.
The aliens ignored the bullets like ghosts, claws swinging toward the soldiers.
"Phantoms?"
One soldier drew a combat knife and stabbed at a charging monster, only for it to pass harmlessly through.
The cloned soldiers acted with perfect coordination. Observing one soldier’s action, the others adjusted automatically.
Boom!
A monstrous claw slammed down, sending a soldier flying into a crumbling building.
"Shit… they’re not phantoms!"
The remaining nine formed a tactical formation, firing expressionlessly.
Ho-ho-ho!
The alien swarm advanced, almost blinding the soldiers with their ferocity. Even enhanced by the weakened super-soldier serum, they had little time to react.
Da-da-da!
Through the illusion, only Allens could see clearly. Nine soldiers fired wildly, leaving bullet holes in the walls. Allens’ eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the only injured soldier lie on the ground. A wild grin spread across his face.
Da-da-da!
He raised his right hand, fingers curling slightly. The fallen soldier flew toward him, lifted by Allens’ psychokinesis. Allens grabbed the soldier by the neck.
Tick, tick, tick.
The familiar voice of the operation laws echoed in his mind. Ignoring it, Allens strode forward toward Captain America Steve Rogers.
"Captain Rogers… we meet again."
Outside the cave, in front of Rogers, a towering illusion of Thanos appeared, holding the Blade of Judgment and looking down at him with disdain.
"No matter how real it seems, it’s just an illusion."
Rogers, a veteran of countless battles, recognized the trick immediately. Yet the illusion affected all senses—sight, hearing, even touch—making it feel frighteningly real.
"I should have cleansed the universe… if it weren’t for you bloody Avengers, I’d be enjoying retirement in my own garden."
Thanos advanced, spinning the Blade of Judgment in his hand before swinging it at Rogers.
Shua!
The wind turbulence cut Rogers’ cheeks, and the sword above reminded him of his past battles with Thanos.
He closed his eyes, knowing that as an illusion, it would vanish if he did.
Boom!
The blade slammed into him with terrifying force. Rogers was thrown into the air, organs jostled painfully. Even his superhuman physique couldn’t absorb it fully. Blood trickled from his mouth.
"Psychokinesis?"
Rogers realized the illusion had been manipulated. Allens’ psychokinesis had made it real enough to hurt him.
"As expected, Captain Rogers, you see through it… but in a world of illusions, what is real and what is false?"
Allens’ voice echoed from all directions. From the smoke behind Thanos, Ebony Maw emerged, raising a finger. The ground beneath Rogers sprouted sharp soil thorns.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The soil struck like a torrential rain. Even knowing they were illusions, Rogers raised his Vibranium shield. The thorns shattered harmlessly against it.
Boom!
Behind him, Black Dwarf swung his massive axe. The sound and force made it impossible for Rogers to distinguish real from fake.
"You’re getting old, Captain Rogers."
Allens’ psychokinesis erupted. Rogers, turning just in time, was knocked out. The attack he felt was an illusion; the real strike came from behind.
Shua!
Thrown into the air, Rogers experienced the battlefield shifting wildly, as if plunging through time itself.
"In illusions, I am stronger than Mysterio."
A cold smile spread across Allens’ face. His illusion technique, combined with psychokinesis, was more realistic than anything Mysterio could produce. Even Captain America could only be pushed to exhaustion.
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