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Chapter 115: No one chains me
🕑 Added 2025-09-05 21:25:42 +0000 UTCRage. That was all Wanda felt at the moment.
Her magic still burned through her veins in its raw and unrefined form, responding to her emotional state as she glared at the three who had only just snapped free of Gojo's mental control. Pietro's chest heaved with sweat dripping down his temple, while Blob and Pyro staggered like drunks shaking off a nightmare.
It had taken her nearly twenty minutes to undo the bindings Gojo had left in their minds with little luck. It wasn't Pyro or Blob that had caused the most issue, no. They were nuisances, but manageable. No, the true problem had been Pietro.
Her brother.
She clenched her fists as the memory surged again. Lance had nearly been killed, Quicksilver's fist blurring through the air so fast that had it connected, it would've punched through his chest like wet paper. Mystique hadn't fared better; if she hadn't shifted at the last moment, Pietro's strike would have torn her leg clean off.
And the whole time, Wanda felt it clearly, that oppressive mental tether, Gojo's will bending Pietro into a weapon sharp enough to kill his own.
"I didn't know he could even be that deadly…" Wanda whispered to herself.
It was only when a strange spike of energy reverberated miles away, like a bell tolling in her soul that Gojo's hold had faltered. His control slipped for a moment and Wanda seized that opening. Her magic wrapped her brother, Pyro, and Blob, snapping Gojo's command apart with a final scream of resistance.
They froze… then staggered free.
But the fury of having being played remained. It seared hotter than her hexes as she turned, eyes blazing crimson, toward where the X-Men lingered.
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Back at the mansion, Charles Xavier's voice was heavy with disbelief as the projection still hung before them.
"To see Cain, my own brother in such a state… it's beyond anything I thought possible."
"Kid's power levels have been climbing non-stop," Tony said, arms folded. "Each fight, he's not just surviving, he's adapting. Like his whole body's one big upgrade machine."
"The best way to describe this phenomenon is reactive adaptation," Hank mused, stroking his chin. "His abilities don't just cope with stress they evolve under it. Power malleability of this kind is… terrifying, to say the least but it's to be expected from him I guess. His mutation had always been a weird one even to me."
"Yeah, terrifying's one word for it," Spider-Man muttered. "Another would be: nope, nope, nope. Imagine that guy waking up in the morning and deciding he's bored. World ends before breakfast."
Logan grunted, arms crossed. "Scary thing is, you're not wrong."
Kitty was just opening her mouth to reply when Tony suddenly snapped, "Duck!"
Everyone whipped around, but it was too late as a massive crash shook the ground and something slammed into Stark, flinging him back.
Another impact followed, this one nearly flattening the Professor. Rogue screamed and Jean barely yanking Charles clear with a desperate burst of telekinesis. Metal shards whined through the air. Logan's claws hissed out as he snarled.
And then a shimmer peeled away the air, revealing Wanda Maximoff. Her eyes glowed blood-red, her aura rippling with raw hatred. Behind her, the Brotherhood emerged like shadows stepping into light.
"Where is he?" she demanded, her voice carrying like a whip-crack.
Bobby blinked, confused and tense. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Pietro's voice cut through like steel, hoarse but furious.
"You know exactly who we're talking about! Where the fuck is that bastard?!"
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Far away, Gojo exhaled slowly, his expression soured as the Ancient One finally stepped back through her portal to Kamar-Taj.
Yao's words still lingered: 'Now that the realm lord of the Crimson Waste has taken an interest, others will notice you too. And they too will come for you and your power. If they deem you interesting, they will try to claim you as a minion, or worse.'
Gojo scoffed, his lips curling into a half-smile. His words came low, but sharp enough to cut the silence itself.
"Let them come. Gods, lords, whatever title they cling to. They'll break the same as everyone else. No one chains me. No one."
His eyes shifted to Juggernaut, a bloody ruin in his grip. Gojo frowned once, then vanished. In the same breath, so did Cain Marko.
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The mansion grounds shook as another fight raged. Brotherhood against X-Men, raw chaos spilling across the lawn.
Gojo appeared mid-air above them, Juggernaut still dangling in his hand. He had no time to think as red energy ripped toward him instantly.
Instinct screamed. He shifted Juggernaut into the path of the hex, the blast slamming into the unconscious titan with a thunderous crack.
"Took you long enough, bub!" Logan growled, tearing through a steel beam Blob had hurled.
Gojo ignored him. His hand flicked and activated BLUE. The energy began swallowing the hexes Wanda hurled at him. Even he didn't want to take those head-on.
Without hesitation, he launched Juggernaut's massive body like a missile straight at Wanda. Her eyes went wide as the body moved too fast and too deadly.
"Sister!" Pietro screamed, darting in a blur of silver. He snatched her away at the last possible instant as Juggernaut's body smashed into the ground, carving a crater that rattled the mansion walls.
The ground quaked. Dust billowed.
And when it cleared, Juggernaut's limp body lay buried deep into the earth directly in front of Professor Charles Xavier.
