{Chapter: 309 Transformed T Human Form}
Within William's body, golden energy surged like a divine river, coursing through his veins with unstoppable momentum. The torrent of light wasn't just a force—it was a living current. Inside that golden stream, two distinct sets of biological miracles stirred: the supercharged T cells and the volatile, shape-shifting metamorphic cells. Like twin shoals of ethereal fish, they danced and collided in the glowing torrent.
The cells swirled together, spiraling, fusing—transcending what biology should allow. As if guided by some William's will, the cells combined under the intense pressure and flow of the golden river. From this unholy fusion, a new strain emerged. The once separate entities became one—a terrifying, golden breed of Metamorphic T-Cells, three times the size and power of their progenitors.
This new cellular swarm like wildfire. They were every corner of William's body—his bloodstream, bone marrow, spinal cord, and even the depths of his cerebral cortex. His mind and body were being rewritten, reconstructed cell by cell.
Then his eyes snapped open.
Three golden pupils, each glowing with impossible brilliance, stared forward as if they saw through dimensions. A smirk—twisted, self-assured—crept across William's lips.
"The new William... has arrived," he said with quiet menace.
Alice raised an eyebrow. "You've got 25 minutes, tops. Don't forget it. Burn too bright, and you'll melt."
William exhaled slowly. "Twenty-five minutes is more than enough to annihilate this joke."
Overhead, the mothership of the Chitauri army lumbered across the sky like a floating continent of death. Its massive cannons charged with blinding blue energy once more, preparing to reduce the last remnants of New York to ash.
Suddenly, a primal roar ripped through the city.
"He's back," Ada muttered, eyes narrowing. "Guess Hulk really holds a grudge."
A green blur shot across the skyline—The Hulk, pure rage given form, launched himself toward the rooftop where William and the others stood. He smashed down from above, fist swinging like a wrecking ball of muscle and fury aimed straight at William's head.
But William didn't even flinch.
"You again?" William sighed, his voice dripping with contempt. "You just don't learn."
Ten centimeters from his face, Hulk's gigantic fist stopped midair—frozen. Muscles bulged. Veins popped. The green monster snarled, pouring every ounce of strength into his strike. But it was like trying to punch through the fabric of reality itself.
William shook his head.
"You think just because I played with you before, you had a chance?" His golden pupils gleamed. "Give a child a crayon, and they think they're Picasso."
The Hulk bellowed in frustration, switching tactics. With a roar that made the ground quake, he spun mid-air and threw a massive kick, his leg like a tree trunk wrapped in anger.
It stopped too. Ten centimeters. No closer.
"Futile," William whispered.
Then, his gaze turned sharp. With a flash of his golden irises, a pulse wave erupted from his body like a supernova. It wasn't just energy—it was raw telekinetic force, weaponized.
BOOM.
Hulk screamed as his massive chest burst open under the blast, flesh ripping like wet paper. The gamma titan was hurled backwards through the air like a ragdoll, crashing through a skyscraper with a trail of blood and debris in his wake.
"Jesus," Ada whispered, stunned. "You just tore through Hulk like he was a training dummy."
Alice stared, her voice laced with both awe and calculation. "A single pulse wave… that wasn't just brute force. That was cellular-level disintegration. The fusion of your T-cells and metamorphic strands… it's taken you beyond human. Beyond meta-human."
William smiled—no longer smug, but godlike.
"I call it: Metamorphic T-Human Form," he said. "Still looks like a man. But this… this is what gods look like before they put on their crowns."
"Metamorphic T-Human Form'?" Ada raised a perfectly shaped brow, arms crossed as she hovered beside him. "What a ridiculous name. You definitely made that up on the spot."
William cleared his throat, feigning indignation. "Ahem… Excuse me. That name has scientific integrity. It reflects the fusion of cellular and meta-structure at a fundamental level. Absolutely not something I blurted out."
Ada smirked, clearly unimpressed. "Sounds like something a comic book nerd would say mid-battle."
"Can we not waste time on branding right now?" Alice interrupted, her tone cool and practical as ever. "Let's just call it Transformed T-Human Form and move on. I care more about what it does. How strong are you in this state compared to your base human form?"
William paused, floating slightly higher as he pondered. "Hard to be exact… but by my internal metrics? Roughly twenty times stronger. Minimum."
"Twenty times?!" Ada barked, genuinely shocked.
Alice's eyes narrowed. "That's not just a power-up. That's an entire evolutionary leap. But then again… you did fling Hulk like a ragdoll with a single telekinetic wave."
"Yeah…" Ada muttered, shaking her head. "Poor big guy didn't even see it coming."
William's golden pupils flickered as he smiled darkly. "And that was just the first round. The second wave's about to begin."
As if summoned by his words, the Chitauri mothership stirred once again.
A hum filled the air—low, menacing, rising to a crescendo. Thousands of automated turrets and plasma cannons beneath its hull began to glow, charging with blue light. Then, in one simultaneous burst, they unleashed hell.
Beams of pure energy—fiery, violent, relentless—rained down like the wrath of gods.
The city below had no time to react.
New York vanished in an instant.
A cataclysmic shockwave erupted from the point of impact, expanding outward in a dome of burning white-blue light. Skyscrapers vaporized. Asphalt melted. Vehicles, monuments, people—all were consumed. In seconds, what had once been the beating heart of a nation became a lifeless crater of smoldering ash.
Only one island of calm remained in the storm: a shimmering golden barrier suspended in the sky, sheltering William, Ada, and Alice from annihilation.
The storm passed.
The shield retracted.
William dismantled the barrier formed by the power of thought and looked at the ground like a Desert, with bare scorched earth everywhere.
What lay beneath was no longer a city. Just blackened earth. Twisted steel. A graveyard without graves.
Ada looked down, voice trembling. "New York… is gone?!"
William didn't answer at first. He descended slowly, landing on a mound of ash where Times Square once stood. His golden pupils scanned the wasteland. Then, finally, he spoke—softly.
"Yes. Erased. Wiped clean from the face of the Earth. This... this is history now."
Alice folded her arms, her voice bitter. "It'll be written in every textbook that survives. The fall of New York. And we stood here and watched it happen."
A flicker of guilt crossed William's face. "So many lives... lost. My heart aches."
Ada turned sharply. "You hypocritical guy, spare me the performance," she snapped. "You let this happen. You could've stopped the mothership before it fired. Don't pretend to grieve now." Ada looked contemptuous.
William raised both hands innocently. "Hold on, hold on. I didn't fire those cannons. I didn't push the button. The Chitauri did. Why am I suddenly the villain in this conversation?"
"Because women have logic and memory," Ada shot back. "And we remember that you stood there, posturing and monologuing, instead of stopping the damn mothership!"
William groaned. "Ugh. Women... always so unreasonable. Can't win an argument, so you change the rules halfway through."
Ada's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Then don't keep me around. If I'm so unreasonable, go solo. I dare you."
William smiled slightly. "Can't. I happen to love unreasonable women, my dear wifey. Makes life interesting."
Alice rolled her eyes. "God, the two of you are exhausting. You think this is a romantic comedy? The planet's literally on fire."
William turned to her with a faint grin. "Come on, Alice. You know I don't care what the world thinks. But what you two think of me? That matters."
Alice looked away, her voice suddenly strained. "If you really cared... you wouldn't have forced me—"
She stopped herself, cutting off mid-sentence.
William's tone softened awkwardly. "That was an accident. A very, very... complicated accident."
Ada glanced between them and rolled her eyes. "Okay, awkward tension can wait. Look up."
They all turned skyward.
From the front of the mothership, a new weapon extended—an impossibly thick energy cannon, easily ten times larger than the previous ones. Its presence alone felt oppressive, like staring down the barrel of a god's judgment.
Alice's jaw tightened. "They're pointing a planet-cracker at us. Overkill much?"
Ada exhaled. "Feels like using a cannon to squash a mosquito…"
William's smile slowly returned, wicked and fearless. "Then maybe it's time this mosquito bites back."
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