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Chapter 163: The Second Sun Over New York—The Pinnacle Battle!
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 13:35:05 +0000 UTC"Dormammu!!"
The voice was different, distorted by the new form it inhabited, but Aaron recognized it instantly.
That voice had shouted at him countless times, cursing his name. He would never forget it.
"Hahaha! I didn't expect us to meet again so soon," Dormammu sneered. "What a shame these idiots were so incompetent. A simple task, and yet, they still managed to alert you."
He shook his head mockingly. "Now, we have to do this ourselves."
The demon to Dormammu’s left cracked its neck a few times, adjusting to its new body, a wicked grin spreading across its face.
"Mephisto, you don't look so well," Aaron remarked with a smirk.
Mephisto instinctively reached for his face, the memory of being humiliated and beaten still fresh. But he quickly realized—this wasn't his body.
Even if he had been struck down before, it didn't matter. This was just a disposable vessel.
Forcing his hand back down, he sneered, unwilling to show weakness in front of the others.
"Don't get cocky," he growled. "This time, you're facing more than just me. And you won’t have another 'real universe' to escape into. Once we take Earth... you, God of Magic, will belong to me!"
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Alright then. I’ll just have to slap you around a few more times."
"Rrghh!!"
Even though his demonic body masked many emotions, Mephisto’s rage was evident. His face, if it were still his own, would be burning red.
"Hahaha! Mephisto, I can’t believe you let yourself get beaten up by a mere human," mocked the largest demon on Dormammu’s right. "And slapped in the face? Looks like you've only gotten weaker over the years."
Dimensional Lords had no real friends, only rivals. And this one had no reservations about laughing at Mephisto’s disgrace.
Mephisto scowled. "Shut up! You doubt my strength? After this is over, we’ll settle it, one-on-one. Don’t cry that I bullied you!"
The demon, Satanish, smirked but held his tongue as Dormammu shot him a warning look.
Then, his blood-red eyes turned to Aaron.
"I’ve finally found you, cunning God of Magic," Satanish snarled. "Are you ready to be crushed?!"
He bared his jagged fangs. "You dare deceive me?! I'll show you what real—"
"Wait a minute. Who are you?" Aaron interrupted, genuinely confused.
Satanish froze.
He had expected a fierce battle of words, a bitter exchange of threats. But Aaron... didn’t even recognize him?
Aaron had identified Dormammu and Mephisto instantly—so what did that say about him?
Mephisto snickered. "Idiot."
Satanish was speechless, his fury boiling over.
This was the demon he had sworn to destroy, the one who had stolen from him, mocked him, wronged him... and yet, Aaron didn’t even remember his name?
Hateful!
Unforgivable!
"You Asgardians truly deserve to die!" Satanish roared.
"Ohhh, so it’s you," Aaron said, nodding as if he’d just remembered.
Satanish straightened, expecting a grand declaration.
Then Aaron said nothing.
Just silence.
Satanish’s fury erupted. "You... you bastard!!!"
"Roar!! Die!!!"
He lunged.
Though only in a possessed body, his physical strength was still overwhelming. His aura alone was like a mountain pressing down.
Aaron didn't underestimate him. He instantly switched to his Magic Superman form, magic power flooding his muscles as he met Satanish head-on.
The first punch—
Satanish took it straight on.
"I’ve got you now, you bastard!" he snarled, trying to grab Aaron and crush his throat.
But no matter how hard he pulled, Aaron wouldn’t budge.
Satanish’s confidence cracked.
How?
He was a being of immeasurable strength, even in a borrowed body. Yet Aaron stood firm, completely unfazed.
Impossible!
Meanwhile, Mephisto acted.
"Dormammu, go corrupt the Phoenix. I’ll break this magic circle and deal with the little girl," he instructed.
Dormammu had been watching Aaron and Satanish’s clash, but he turned at Mephisto’s words.
"In such a hurry?" Dormammu mused. "You think Satanish will lose?"
Mephisto’s eyes darkened. "I don’t know how Aaron absorbed our energy without consequence, but I know this—he is far stronger than we imagined. Stronger than the Ancient One ever was."
Dormammu narrowed his eyes.
Mephisto’s fear was genuine.
Even in Hell’s dimensions, Aaron had outmaneuvered them time and time again.
"...Fine," Dormammu agreed.
Mephisto rushed toward Wanda, moving swiftly through the magic circle, working to dismantle it from within.
Wanda raised a hand, sending a blast of Origin Magic Power at him.
Mephisto barely dodged. His heart pounded—this girl’s magic was far beyond what he expected!
This Scarlet Witch was destined for power that could rival gods.
A dark idea formed in his mind.
Yes... she had potential.
Maybe, instead of killing her, he could twist her... turn her... make her his.
Dormammu, meanwhile, charged at Jean Grey.
He reached for her, only to hesitate.
Something was wrong.
The Phoenix had awakened, but Jean was still... sane?
That shouldn’t be possible. The Phoenix Force should have consumed her, bending her will to its own. Instead, she was fighting at Aaron’s side.
Why?
Before he could figure it out, Jean attacked.
Her power erupted, dark flames surrounding her as she unleashed everything on Dormammu.
"You maggot, festering in the dark," she growled. "Death is your only fate!"
Her long hair rose like fire, and she tore into him with merciless rage.
Dormammu gritted his teeth.
She was... too strong!
Not just strong—furious.
All the anger she had suppressed, all the chains that had bound her... now, they were broken.
Even darkness itself could not withstand the Phoenix’s wrath.
The battlefield split into three duels.
A raging Dark Phoenix against Dormammu.
A growing Scarlet Witch against Mephisto.
And a Magic Superman against Satanish.
Among them—
Wanda and Mephisto were locked in a deadly game of wits and magic.
Dormammu was being driven back by Dark Phoenix’s relentless fury.
And as for Satanish...
"Aaaaahhh!!!"
Screams of agony rang out.
Mephisto and Dormammu turned—
Only to see Satanish’s twisted, broken body.
His arm was mangled. His stomach had a gaping hole.
Aaron loomed over him, completely unscathed.
"You demons really love making empty threats," Aaron remarked.
Satanish snapped.
"Despicable thief! Just wait! When my true body descends—!"
CRACK.
Aaron’s boot slammed into his leg, shattering it.
"All you do is talk," Aaron sighed.
Satanish howled in rage and desperation.
He couldn’t win.
He had to destroy everything!
A massive surge of energy erupted from his body—
"AAAAARRRGHHH!!!"
BOOM!!!
Satanish exploded, transforming into a second sun over New York.
The shockwave tore through space.
Reality buckled under the sheer force.
Aaron acted fast—absorbing as much of the explosion as possible.
Even so, the aftermath devastated parts of the city.
Had Aaron not intervened...
New York would have been erased.
