Chapter 150. Stark: A Sense of Déjà Vu Like Kids Arguing. Blood-Explosion Ghost's Unlock Condition Triggered.
Not only did Polaris feel awkward, but Magneto did as well; he only vaguely remembered having a few children, and the situation was suddenly covered in a layer of invisible awkwardness.
"Uh, so you're my child?"
"I believe so."
"Hmm... how old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Are you in a relationship?"
"No."
During the conversation, the two walked toward Zhou Moat the exit. Zhou Mo, listening to their talk, caught a key piece of information, and his expression changed.
Polaris hasn't even been in a relationship?!
It made sense. A paranoid young girl who frequently went in and out of women's prisons and was obsessed with leading Mutants to rule the World—it was normal for her not to have a relationship. But thinking back to how she had seduced him earlier, Zhou Mo still felt the contrast.
Magneto gradually stopped and looked at Zhou Mo, who had transformed into Polaris, saying softly, "It must be him."
Although Magneto hadn't seen what Zhou Mo's Polarisdid just now, he clearly sensed the violent change in the Earth's magnetic field. Excluding his young daughter, the only answer left was the robot-looking Mutant in front of him.
"Yes." Polaris looked at Zhou Mo, her perfunctory and stiff tone unable to hide the expectation in her eyes: "He can easily control the movement of the entire Earth."
His expression changing, Magneto walked over quickly with a somber face.
"I think I've found our true leader." Coming before Zhou Mo, Magneto bowed respectfully.
Polaris followed suit. Her relationship with Magneto was basically that of strangers, but their goal was the same: to have Zhou Mo lead the Mutants, overthrow human rule, and rule the Earth.
Zhou Mo watched them quietly, his gaze gradually falling on the helmet Magneto was wearing.
"This thing is specially made to resist Professor X's mind control... hmm."
While bowing, Magneto didn't wait for Zhou Mo's response before he felt his head lighten, and the peripheral vision previously blocked by the helmet became clear. Looking up, his helmet was in the hands of this Mutant, who was looking it over.
"Leader, what are you doing..." Magneto spoke suspiciously, his tone overflowing with deep concern.
If he wanted to check if there were any mechanisms inside the helmet, now was definitely not the best time. Professor X had been monitoring him remotely, and such a brief moment was enough for him to perform mind control.
"Is this thing worth one Surtur?" Flipping it back and forth, Zhou Mo was very concerned about this point.
"Surtur?" Magneto and Polaris frowned suspiciously at the same time. Was this... some kind of valuable and obscure currency?
"Ah, it's seven million dollars." Realizing they didn't know, Zhou Mo explained enthusiastically.
"Seven million dollars?" Magneto's frown deepened. Although his helmet was specially made, it was far from that astronomical figure of seven million.
"It seems his purpose for rescuing me is more focused on money?" Magneto vaguely noticed something that felt off.
Seeing Magneto's nervousness due to the helmet being gone, Zhou Mo happily put the helmet on his own head: "Hehehe, I'll keep it for you for now."
Magneto's palm showed signs of lifting but then dropped; he endured it.
From the magnetic field comparison, he could feel that his strength and the other party's were not on the same level. If he tried to take the helmet back, it might be a bit difficult.
"Alright, then let me do something more important."
Flicking his black robe, Magneto turned around and spread his hands toward the sky.
Noticing Zhou Mo watching Magneto like this, Polaris's eyes lit up with expectation. She walked over and looked as well, saying softly, "Are you going to join him?"
"No, I want to see his teeth." The expectation in Zhou Mo's eyes hadn't faded.
"See his teeth?" Polaris looked at Zhou Mo in horror. Wanting to see an old man's teeth? What kind of fetish was this?
"The way your dad's teeth show when he smiles is just like a shark's; it's so interesting!"
Magneto, recalling the dark history of his youth, had a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Can you stop mentioning my past!
At the gathering place, Mystique was curled up on the sofa, leisurely drinking coffee. When the long-silent monitoring device sent news that a certain satellite had been moved, Mystique first turned her head in disbelief, then stood up abruptly.
"Guys, time to get to work!"
...When Stark flew over, he saw in the open area below, one Mutant after another bowing respectfully to Zhou Mo. Mystique, Angel, and the lizard-like Nightcrawler—each one was a famous and dangerous existence.
Especially Mystique and Nightcrawler, who had broken into the White House and assassinated the President; they were top priority dangerous elements to be eliminated in the eyes of the U.S. Government!
"Why would they submit to Zhou Mo?"
Stark couldn't imagine it. These supervillains with antisocial personalities, who usually took pride in their experiences of assassinating the U.S. President—why would they voluntarily choose to submit to Zhou Mo now?
Stark's heart tightened, thinking the answer wasn't hard to guess. Zhou Mo already wanted to collude with them to overthrow the government and rule the World!
When Stark landed, the other Mutants had already moved to Magneto's side. Only Zhou Mo in his new form and the green-haired girl remained in their original positions.
"So next, can you help us rule the World?" Polaris said indignantly.
"Who said that?" Zhou Mo muttered as he deactivated his form, continuing to fiddle with the helmet.
Stark, landing behind them, breathed a sigh of relief and approached stealthily. Doesn't want to rule the World? That's fine then.
"Are you going to break your word again?!" Polaris was a bit angry, her voice getting louder: "I did what you asked! I gave you everything I had!"
"I even... I even took the initiative to accompany you to this dangerous place!"
Stark understood. Seeing that Zhou Mo didn't agree, this green-haired girl was using moral kidnapping and bringing up old scores. An easy smile appeared on his face; as long as Zhou Mo didn't agree, it was fine.
Zhou Mo didn't think the helmet was worth one Surtur no matter how he looked at it, and he already had some resentment in his heart. Hearing this, he said crossly, "Well, I also helped you rescue your dad!"
Polaris froze, her face flushing with anger: "I already agreed to serve you as a Servant! But you break your word again and again. You're just a guy who loves taking advantage of people!"
The voice reached Stark's ears, making his raised foot hang briefly in the air. He silently gave the girl a thumbs up. Well said, I completely agree!
The moment Stark's foot landed, Zhou Mo widened his eyes and panted, staring at Polaris unreasonably. Because he was so angry, his chest was heaving violently.
I can accept you calling me anything, but you say I just love taking small advantages?!
Woman, if you wanted to provoke me, you've succeeded!
"Then, then you tell me!" Zhou Mo also raised his voice, saying righteously, "Did I or did I not let you watch our TV!"
Subconsciously thinking of the TV remote, Polaris blinked blankly, almost losing her mind from anger: "That damn TV wasn't even turned on!"
Damn it, the reason Zhou Mo used to prove he wasn't a cheapskate was actually that he let her watch their TV? What kind of proof is that, hey?!
"I don't care! Just say if you watched it or not!"
Polaris stared at Zhou Mo for two seconds as if she had seen a ghost, then laughed out of sheer speechless anger!
Stark took a breath with a complex expression: "Why does this feel like a déjà vu of eight-year-old kids arguing?"
Even a small fly is meat. Zhou Mo, feeling this was an unprofitable deal, was about to go ask Magneto for money again when he was stopped by the clumsy watchin his mind.
Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment: "The unlock condition for Blood-Explosion Ghost has been triggered?"
Chapter 151: Blood-Explosion Ghost Successfully Unlocked! Infected by a Vampire?
On the other side, a Black man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses rushed over, holding a katana.
In front of him was a man fleeing in a panic, scrambling on all fours. The man looked back from time to time, and seeing the Black man still in hot pursuit, his heart filled with despair.
The chase between the two continued. Surprisingly, the movement speed of both parties was far superior to that of ordinary people, even several points faster than a car driving at full speed.
As the morning light spilled down, the man grew even weaker. He turned his head and cursed in despair, "Blade, are you really going to drive us to extinction?!"
"Do you think I would let any Vampire go?" Bladetightened his grip on the hilt and sneered in response.
Knowing there was no room for negotiation, the Vampiregritted his teeth in resentment. "If it were any other time, how could I be fleeing like a stray dog?! This bastard is too strong, and I am too weak!"
With a sigh and gritted teeth, all the Vampire could do was continue his flight until the sunlight killed him.
After struggling for a bit longer, the Vampire's eyes suddenly lit up when he spotted Magneto's group on that open ground. "If I can suck their blood, I can live much longer!"
Behind him, seeing the Vampire change direction and run toward that group, Blade's expression changed, and he quickly accelerated.
Vampires could not only drain human blood but also turn them into Vampires! If he didn't stop him, those unfortunate souls would all become Vampires!
Blade hurried to speed up. While running quickly, he saw a pink and white figure descending toward the group.
"Spider-Man?" Recognizing the identity, Blade was briefly stunned.
"If it really is Spider-Man, then this Vampire won't stand a chance!"
...As he approached the group and saw the deadly kind gaze Magneto cast his way, the Vampire was so terrified his face turned pale, and he stopped instantly.
Behind him, Blade also gradually slowed down and approached with a sneer.
As his gaze met those of Magneto, Angel, Mystique, and the other Mutants one by one, the Vampire felt a chill rush straight to his skull. Every pair of eyes looking at him seemed as if they wanted to swallow this Vampire alive!
How could he possibly be a match for these monsters?
The Vampire turned his gaze again, looking at the three figures with their backs to him.
The back of the mecha was ruled out first; his teeth couldn't possibly bite through it. Next was the green-haired girl; the Vampire could sense an aura from her that was different from ordinary people, so she clearly wasn't a normal human either.
Finally, he focused his attention on the only back that he couldn't sense anything unusual from, appearing no different from an ordinary person.
Opening his mouth, his two canines swelled in size and protruded into sharp fangs. With a leap, the Vampire bit toward the figure's neck.
Seeing this scene, Blade was stunned.
I've already seen Magneto; isn't anyone going to block for him?
Seeing the Vampire pouncing toward Zhou Mo, Magnetoshook his head with a look reserved for the dead. He could have used magnetism to lift an iron plate or swat him away with a shovel, but thinking about it, was it necessary? Zhou Mo's strength was unknown levels beyond his own!
Receiving a reminder from Friday, Stark also ignored the danger behind him. Similarly, he believed that the already invincible Zhou Mo wouldn't suffer any harm at all.
"Sigh..." Zhou Mo rubbed his chin and muttered in a barely audible voice, "Is this the only way to unlock the Blood-Explosion Ghost?"
At this moment, Gwen, who had just landed, felt her Spider-Sense flare up. She turned pale with fright upon seeing the Vampire pouncing on Zhou Mo.
"Zhou Mo! Watch out!"
She instinctively reached out, but as her words fell, the Vampire's teeth broke the skin and pierced Zhou Mo's neck.
Instantly, everyone was dumbfounded, the scene was speechless and silent... Deep Space.
Odin scratched his head and blinked, completely bewildered. "Sneak attacking Zhou Mo is that simple?"
The next second, the situation returned to what Odinconsidered a normal development. The Vampire was directly sent flying by some invisible force. Everyone present instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Odin looked at the collapsed Vampire with an expression of being beyond help and shook his head repeatedly.
"You fool, did you really think you could hurt Zhou Mo?"
Odin gave a cold smile after speaking, believing the answer was obvious: it was impossible.
At this level of strength, never mind a bite to the neck; even if Zhou Mo had only a single drop of blood left, he could restore his body in an instant.
What this foolish Vampire did was no different from an ant trying to kill an elephant with one bite.
Tossing these stray thoughts aside, Odin focused his attention back on Zhou Mo and said seriously, "You have shattered the old order, but what kind of new order will you bring?"
"After all, it's imaginable that there are still many existences in the Universe that won't submit to you. Are you going to kill them all? If that's the case..." A solemn look appeared between Odin's brows, and he didn't continue.
Whether it be the Celestials, The Living Tribunal, or even OAA, one could say that to some extent they were unfair, selfish, or bad. But one point that cannot be denied is that over the long years, the Universe under their rule generally maintained the stability required by numerous living beings.
Order, stability, or even prosperity and civilization on Earth—these aren't things you can just create and then leave alone. They all need to be forcibly maintained by a powerful force to avoid the recurrence of chaos and barbarism.
For example, if a large-scale massacre or barbaric act occurs, as a powerful being, do you intervene or not? If you don't care and stay out of it, who will follow you? People will only miss the Celestials, The Living Tribunal, and OAA—who, though cruel, chose to act. At least when something happened, they actually stepped in.
And Zhou Mo, this new challenger, has successfully inherited the supreme status and become the new ruler.
Is he strong? Yes, very strong. But if under his rule, the lives of billions of beings in various Universes do not improve but instead get worse, then no matter how strong he is, there will be only one outcome.
Being attacked by everyone at once.
Simply put, none of the various factions will accept him.
At that time, living beings will resist Zhou Mo's tyranny while simultaneously missing OAA and The Living Tribunal.
To gain a foothold in the Universal order, strength is the foundation. But to accomplish anything—to put it in Earthterms, to have people willing to be your dogs—strength alone isn't enough; there must also be benefits. Odin was very curious: what kind of new order would Zhou Mobring? If all he wanted to do was kill at will, then the deaths of OAA and The Living Tribunal would be meaningless... Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief because the Vampire was blasted away, Blade frantically reached out a hand and roared, "Watch out! He's been infected by the Vampire Virus!"
Chapter 152 – Blood-Explosion Ghost: I'm Blood-Explosion Ghost, not a Vampire!
Gwen's mouth had opened for a sharp inhale; the words hit like ice. "Infected with the Vampire virus?!"
Blade strode forward, sword in one hand, the other waving the crowd back. "Stay clear! A Vampire's instinct makes him attack everyone indiscriminately!"
Urgency carved Blade's face; even recognizing Stark, his tone stayed hard.
Years of hunting Vampires had taught him: a bite won't turn you into a shambling corpse, but the blood-lust leaves you little better than one.
Once that thirst ignites, every shred of reason burns away—only hunger remains.
Unlike movie zombies, the infected's body skyrockets in strength, reaching Captain America's level in the blink of an eye.
High threat, massive destruction, easy spread—what else would you call it but a virus?
The words landed; Magneto's crew flinched, eyes flicking between Blade and Zhou Mo. They believed Blade—only Zhou Mo's power gave them pause.
Could someone as mighty as Zhou Mo really be shackled by a scrap of Vampire gene? Magneto doubted it; the Mutants who'd seen Zhou Mo kill The Living Tribunal and OAA doubted it even more.
Yet Blade's frantic shouts and Magneto's hesitation tangled into a knot no one knew how to untie.
Trust Zhou Mo—or obey Blade and run?
Blade stopped before Zhou Mo, Blade raised like a shield. Seeing the others ignore his warning, he stamped in fury. "Damn it, are you all deaf?!"
Mystique stepped forward, face cold. "Watch how you speak to us."
Blade ignored her, cursing their stupidity under his breath. Sweat poured off his forehead; he clenched his teeth so hard they threatened to crack.
A silent scream inside Blade: God knows how long I can hold out!
When her warning met only silence, Mystique turned to Magneto for orders. Stark heard none—only saw Magneto's grave face as he slid one step back. It was a signal; every Mutant followed, some retreating two full steps.
They didn't doubt Zhou Mo—they believed in him too much.
If even a flicker of blood-lust sparked, no one present would live to speak of it.
Several timid Mutants had already gone paper-white, lips trembling.
The same despair wrapped Stark. He reached toward Zhou Mo's back, throat locked, spine icing over, helplessness Stark on his face.
The Vampire hadn't bitten Magneto's group because it knew it couldn't win.
But Zhou Mo?
No one could beat him!
If the virus truly seized him and he started to bite… not just everyone here—everyone on Earth would die.
Stark's eyes snapped wide, body turning to ice.
"No—more than Earth… the whole Universe!"
In Deep Space, Odin reeled with the same chill.
He didn't picture a Vampire cosmos; most victims don't rise—they shrivel to dry husks, bloodless and dead.
"The Universe would be strewn with corpses, only a handful of Vampires left…" Odin whispered, hollow-eyed.
He'd been ready to die if he could just return to Asgardand see his family—but not even leaving a body behind? Maybe becoming a Vampire too?
Odin's mind cracked under the thought; he couldn't accept it.
He stared, praying Zhou Mo would stay untouched.
"Not fallen to The Living Tribunal or OAA, only to be undone by a tiny Vampire virus?"
If that happened, Odin decided, he'd be witnessing the cosmos' cruelest joke.
With worry overriding fear, Gwen vaulted across the distance to Zhou Mo.
She studied his odd expression, concern brimming, mouth opening—
"Zhou Mo, are you okay?" Polaris added, hands steadying his forearms, pretty face tight with tension.
Gwen's head whipped round; worry glazed into a stare, then sharpened into wariness at Polaris. One glance at the woman's striking looks and wariness flashed to hostility.
Who is she?!
Now wasn't the time; Gwen snapped her gaze back to Zhou Mo, worry flooding again.
"I'm fine." Zhou Mo blinked, though something in his face still looked off.
Stark exhaled; so did Odin in Deep Space.
Fine—of course. A puny Vampire gene couldn't rewrite Zhou Mo.
"Really…?" Catching the flicker in his eyes, Gwen leaned closer. "You're sure?"
Her words were sliced short by wild laughter from the side.
"Hahaha!"
The badly wounded Vampire sprawled on the ground, clutching his chest as life bled away. "How could he be fine? Your boyfriend's turning into a Vampire any second now!"
"Hah—cough—hah." Blood splattered, yet his grin stayed savage. "My conversion has never once failed!"
In those twisted eyes, that pride was his last comfort.
He didn't know why they all cared so much about this Asian youth, but dragging one down with him felt like victory.
Mutual ruin beat a solo loss.
Gwen's pulse spiked—this Vampire's gift was turning humans?
She scanned Zhou Mo's face for the slightest change, heart hammering.
He couldn't really be turning… could he?
Wait—your boyfriend? Gwen spun toward the Vampire.
What secret did it know?
"Of course I'm fi—" Zhou Mo's canine teeth shot out, sharpening to fangs.
"Nothing to worry about."
Even as he spoke, his fingernails lengthened into claws.
One look and Gwen's blood ran cold.
He actually turned—
But… huh?
Zhou Mo's Vampire… was green?
Blood-Explosion Ghost—unlock successful!
Chapter 153 – The Supreme Dream Maker: Wild Demon Vine? What a weak chicken, what's the use?
You don't even need to look closely; a single glance shows the biggest difference between Zhou Mo and that Vampire.
The Vampire's face is pale from long absence of sunlight, while the mutated Zhou Mo is black-green—eye-catchingly vivid!
'Is this… a Vampire?'
Neither the Vampire image from movies nor the real one standing nearby looks anything like Zhou Mo right now.
Zhou Mo lowered his head to his hands; seeing the jade-green claws, he relaxed. 'So after transforming I became Blood-Explosion Ghost?'
Of course Zhou Mo had noticed the Vampire's pounce, but the clumsy watch was reacting with great anticipation, so he didn't stop it.
Once the blood met the Vampire genes, Zhou Mo did feel an uncontrollable urge to mutate—why his expression had changed.
Feeling the abnormality, he'd meant to crush it, but then the surging Vampire genes birthed Blood-Explosion Ghost, quickly replacing it—so he dropped the idea.
'Looks like Blood-Explosion Ghost unlocks after turning into a Vampire?'
'Hiss—never seen an unlock like this before,' Blood-Explosion Ghost muttered, flexing his claws.
Watching this, Stark was stumped; he couldn't tell if Zhou Mo had mutated or not.
If it was a mutation, it didn't look like a Vampire; if not, there were still traces of one.
After studying him, Stark figured Zhou Mo had sensed something wrong mid-transformation and used Wild Demon Vine to fix it, ending up like this—the familiar X-shaped mark on the navel proved it.
'Zhou Mo, you feeling okay?' Stark asked, walking over worriedly.
'Pretty good,' Blood-Explosion Ghost replied, eyeing Stark's new nano-armor.
Polaris instantly caught his drift, folded her arms and snapped, 'Is that thing worth even one Surtur?'
A question mark slowly popped over Stark's head.
Seven million dollars?
Who're you looking down on? Any random car in my garage costs more!
Of course, feeling Polaris's 'Zhou Mo and I are in cahoots' aura, Stark kept that retort to himself.
Yet the words set Gwen on higher alert; she stared, mouth slightly open, sizing Polaris up.
Surtur? How does this green-haired woman know Zhou Mo's personal unit of measure?
Her gaze pierced the Spider-Man mask and locked on Polaris; the air sparked with gunpowder.
Deep Space.
Odin's mind was mush, clueless about Zhou Mo's state, when a long-lost voice echoed from the Universe ahead.
'So this is the new Supreme? Doesn't seem as strong as I thought.'
Recognizing the voice, Odin's heart jumped; the forbidden spell Ancient One had used with Vishanti flashed through his mind.
'That's Agamotto, one of the three Elder Gods of the Vishanti alliance?!'
'Heh-heh-heh, I thought he'd cause more slaughter; looks like he can't.'
Odin's eyes bulged—Satan, lord of the cosmic hell dimension?!
'My rival? Interesting. If he doesn't use that Superman's power, he's no match for me, hmph.'
Recognizing that voice, Odin's hair stood on end.
Second only to OAA, stronger than The Living Tribunal—the Supreme Dream Maker who can annihilate the Universe?!
What the hell—
Why are all these horrors popping up one after another?
Snapping back to focus, Odin felt his figure—and Blood-Explosion Ghost's—shrink before these existences whose mere voices could scatter souls.
Blood-Explosion Ghost really was… pathetically weak—a total chicken.
Nearby, the Vampire's face went blank, left only with dull stupefaction.
Shouldn't the focus be on how this Asian youth had been turned into a Vampire by him? Why were they talking about Surtur? Had the conversion failed?
Under the Vampire's stare, a ray of sunlight struck Blood-Explosion Ghost; the faint burning made him raise a hand to shield his eyes.
Seeing that, the Vampire instantly—
Rejoiced!
He lay back, gazing skyward, laughing contentedly.
'You're afraid of sunlight and claim the conversion failed? Come, join us; your sanity won't last—become part of the blood-crazed army!'
A faint gulp chilled Stark's spine.
Fear of sunlight—classic Vampire trait… Had Zhou Mofailed to block it and really been turned?
But—
His eyes suddenly cleared; blinking, Stark thought of another possibility.
Maybe Zhou Mo had evolved a new ability from the Vampire. Past experience said that was quite likely.
Yet… looking Blood-Explosion Ghost up and down again, Stark's face twisted in distaste.
Of all things to evolve, he got this? Doesn't look stronger than Wild Demon Vine. Drop the form already—it's creepy.
Deep Space.
Odin drew a sharp breath. 'There's no way a mere Vampire could rewrite Zhou Mo's genes—this must be a new power!'
His voice drew murmurs of agreement from the other horrors; they vaguely recalled Zhou Mo having such an ability.
But a soft cold snort from the Dream Maker silenced them instantly; none dared breathe.
'Hmph—except for Superman X, I fear nothing.'
A casual, contemptuous line, openly arrogant—yet no one dared retort.
Even Odin knew it was true.
Forget Energon King Kong—Energon King Kong plus Clock King couldn't beat a single hair of the Dream Maker. Not hyperbole, fact.
This lord could twist time and ignore all laws.
While Odin and the horrors stayed mute, Blood-Explosion Ghost licked dry lips; another trait kicked in—he craved blood.
Naturally he targeted the Vampire and activated his power.
What happened next snapped Odin's terrified soul back in place.
He blinked rapidly, then—
Stopped breathing!
And suddenly he had the guts to shout at the Dream Maker: 'Feels like you're no match for Zhou Mo's Vampire!'
Chapter 154 – Cosmic Terror: "What a weak boom—wait, what the hell is this Blood Ghoul?!"
He reached toward the Vampire; the Blood Ghoul clawed at empty air, and the Vampire shot forward, throat landing squarely in its grip, squeezed tight.
Choking, the Vampire flung his mouth wide, veins bulging on forehead and neck, frantically trying to suck in air. His feet kicked above ground, hands prying at the iron fingers locked around his throat.
But it was plain to see: at a speed the eye could follow, the Vampire's pale face turned scarlet from lack of breath, eyes bulging as though they might pop from their sockets.
All struggle earned him nothing; the grip felt less like a hand than a massive pair of pincers!
No matter how he strained, he could not loosen it by even a hair!
Stark watched, astonished, blinking rapidly.
"Didn't that black warrior just say Vampires are far stronger than normal humans? Even injured, he should still be superhuman..."
Another jolt ran through Stark. He hissed in a breath: "Zhou Mo's green-black Vampire has this much strength? Utter domination!"
Images of the three phantasmal gods and the Electric Lizard flashed through his mind; the surprise ebbed, and Stark patted his chest, exhaling a wry laugh.
"No matter how strong, it's nothing next to those four... heh." The thought of Superman X still rattled him.
Beside him, Gwen's eyes lit up, her heart settling back in her chest as she let out a long breath.
"Looks like Zhou Mo's mind hasn't been taken over by the Vampire gene—choosing Vampire over anyone else proves it."
Relief flooded Gwen; she straightened, certain this was the level Zhou Mo should show.
"Hmph, he hasn't even used any of the heavy hitters—just a newly unlocked Vampire easily crushing a half-dead one."
In fact, whether it was Gwen and Stark who knew Zhou Mo well, or newcomers like Polaris and Magneto and their band of Mutants, they all felt this was exactly how things ought to go.
A mere Vampire influencing Zhou Mo? Impossible.
The Vampire still thrashed; Magneto's expression grew odder, body leaning back as he muttered, "Are you sure he's the Mutant who can command the entire Universe?"
Mystique, yanked from her daze, quickly whispered, "Yes—not just the news, I saw him fight in space with my own eyes."
Magneto gave a half-nod, gaze returning to the Blood Ghoul, his unease only deepening.
Mystique could understand why.
It didn't add up.
What Zhou Mo showed now didn't match the power they'd described to Magneto.
This tiny Vampire, hunted by Blade—any one of their combat types could floor him without effort.
Magneto could flick a wrist, call a heavy truck, crush the Vampire's spine, and snap it back into place himself.
Yet Zhou Mo... bitten by a Vampire moments ago, and now needing to lay hands on one to kill it?
Admittedly, Mystique asked herself, if she fought a Vampire she'd still have to strike with physical skill.
But this... this was Zhou Mo!
A Ferrari trading blows with a second-hand tractor was already absurd.
After a moment she added, "Maybe with so many powers, this form's just weaker."
Magneto nodded again; that had to be it. It explained why he'd sensed that terrifying magnetic field from Zhou Mo's robot-like form earlier, yet now saw him tangling with a filthy Vampire.
Magneto let out a cold snort in his mind.
This was like wrestling a pig in a mud pit—pointless.
...Meanwhile, in Deep Space.
The terror Dream Weaver radiated intensified; its chill made Odin shiver.
Silence fell, yet Odin still felt that wolfish contempt.
OAA had been slain by an evil Superman X; one by one, awakened cosmic horrors had expected to see another supreme being take its place. Instead they saw this green-black, ghost-not-ghost thing.
How could they accept that?
The cold laugh that ended their talk seemed to say: That's it?
Odin had once ranked Zhou Mo's powers by strength, but never asked which was weakest.
Now he knew: this green, ugly Vampire.
Damn—even the original Fire Man could burn this Vampire to ash with a breath!
Yet this green thing let the injured Vampire struggle for more than a second?!
Odin rubbed his forehead, deciding Zhou Mo should never use this form again.
A soft sneer drifted from Dream Weaver: "Hah, if his Superman X could be sealed, perhaps I could take OAA's place."
The other horrors had meant to speak; at those words they clamped their mouths shut in fright.
Who could compete with you, old monster?
...Face purple from suffocation, the Vampire croaked, "You're a Vampire too—why..."
The Blood Ghoul cut in, disgusted: "I'm Blood Ghoul, not Vampire."
With a crisp Crack! it twisted. Bone snapped, the Vampire's head lolled, light fading from his eyes.
The Blood Ghoul released him; the corpse slumped like noodles.
It gazed at its hand, satisfied. "Feels... not bad."
Gwen's heart finally settled; she rushed over in delight. Behind her, Stark exhaled in relief—whatever else, it was over.
Magneto's complicated look eased, though not entirely.
Mystique nodded, thinking, "Under two seconds to drop a Vampire—actually pretty good."
In Deep Space, Dream Weaver had already lost interest, asking cheerfully, "Shall we discuss how to seal his Superman X?"
At those words, Odin and the rest shuddered.
The intent to replace Zhou Mo as the new OAA wasn't even hidden anymore!
Odin realized it was true.
Without Superman X, how could Zhou Mo fight Dream Weaver?
He couldn't.
A powerless Zhou Mo was basically human.
He wouldn't survive against any of them, himself included.
The only comfort keeping Odin from panic was that Zhou Mo could still call on Superman X.
Even if it carried that fatal weakness.
The reassurance was thin; Dream Weaver's words set his heart racing. Would the next war be between Dream Weaver and Superman X?
Just then, Odin froze as he sensed a shift.
"...Hmm?"
Wait.
Maybe Zhou Mo could win even without Superman X?
Because of this... Blood Ghoul!
...What?!
Chapter 155: The Supreme Dream Weaver, Second Only to OAA, is Terrified. Blood Ghoul!!!
As the sunlight continued to pour down, the burning sensation returned. Coupled with the fact that he had experienced enough, Zhou Mo saw no need to maintain his Blood Ghoul. With a single thought, he deactivated the ability and returned to his human form.
Gwen, her eyes full of joy, was about to say something, but she stopped abruptly as soon as she opened her mouth. Looking at Zhou Mo's face, her brows furrowed slightly.
"Hmm?"
In the next second, Gwen raised her eyebrows in surprise. She wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but she found that Zhou Mo seemed to have... grown younger?
Asian features already had an advantage compared to European and American Caucasians. In her eyes, the eighteen-year-old Zhou Mo already looked like a youth.
Now, Gwen was shocked to find that Zhou Mo's already youthful face had become even more tender?
Rubbing her eyes, Gwen wanted to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
The group of Mutants in front of Zhou Mo shared the same doubt; they had noticed it too.
Originally, Zhou Mo looked like a minor, but looking at him now, they damn well doubted if he had even graduated from middle school!
This guy seems to have grown younger?
Staring blankly, several female Mutants blushed, feeling a sense of maternal affection. Zhou Mo was already exceptionally handsome, and now, with his intense youthful aura, they couldn't help but feel an impulse to pull him into their arms, rub his head, and dote on him fiercely.
So... so cute!
Magneto's expression changed. As a Mutant with top-tier perception, he could be certain it wasn't an illusion—Zhou Mo had indeed become younger!
But how was this done?
As Stark walked over, his helmet's display was split in two: one side showed Zhou Mo's face, and the other showed the Vampire's corpse.
At a glance, what caught Stark's attention more than Zhou Mo's appearance was the Vampire's corpse!
It was extremely shriveled!
That was not at all how a body should look after having its neck snapped!
Rather than a snapped neck, it looked more like... Stark's breath hitched.
Drained of blood?
As soon as the thought arose, Stark dismissed it.
"That's almost impossible. I witnessed the whole process and didn't see Zhou Mo's Blood Ghoul drinking this Vampire's blood."
"But the Vampire's corpse looks like it's been sucked dry. If not Zhou Mo, who else could it be?"
With a grim face, Stark's mind raced, thinking like a professional detective.
"Wait!"
He suddenly raised his lowered head, revealing Stark's trembling eyes. "Is it possible that the Vampire Zhou Moturned into didn't suck blood, but..."
Stark's hair stood on end. "The Vampire's life?!"
His pale face turned toward Zhou Mo. The sight of those youthful cheeks was like a heavy sledgehammer hitting him between the eyes, sending goosebumps all over Stark's body.
"Is there any other more reasonable explanation?"
"...No!"
"Zhou Mo turned into the Blood Ghoul and sucked dry the Vampire's last bit of life energy!"
...Deep Space.
Stark was but a mortal; his observations were naturally not as clear as those of the terrifying entities.
When he sensed through the magic projection that the Vampire's final life energy had vanished and Zhou Mo's life force had grown noticeably more vigorous, Odin's hair almost stood on end!
"The ability of the Blood Ghoul is to absorb the life energy of others?!" Odin's eyes widened in disbelief.
As a member of the God Race, Odin knew his lifespan was long and envied by Earthlings, but that primarily came from his own strength and racial advantages.
Yet the Earthling Zhou Mo could extend his own lifespan through his power?
This only surprised Odin slightly; what truly terrified him was...
Zhou Mo did this by absorbing the life energy of others!
And the current Zhou Mo,
Is fucking invincible in the Universe!
This was almost like laying a naked fact right before his eyes!
Which was...
As long as Zhou Mo wanted to, he could drain the life of every living being in the entire Universe!
Including...
The group of terrifying entities that had awakened!
...They would all become Zhou Mo's nourishment!
A horrifying dread washed over him. Odin's eyes were wide as he gasped for air, his gaze vacant.
This fear was different from the fear of the entire Universebeing slaughtered.
Slaughtering the Universe was for venting anger or other reasons.
But draining the life of all beings in the Universe was to prolong one's own lifespan.
This was pure evil!
Odin seemed to see Zhou Mo's cold, dark figure suspended in the dark Universe. Wherever his gaze landed, there were endless corpses.
Goosebumps covered his body, and a strange word suddenly popped into Odin's mind: "Alchemy!"
If Zhou Mo wanted to, he wouldn't even need Superman X! Just by pairing it with an Electric Lizard, all Universes would become his nourishment!
His alone! Nourishment!
Even though it wasn't him who died, Odin's face was as pale as a corpse.
"No, that's not right! Why would such an ability to absorb others' lives even exist?!" In his despair, Odin never dreamed such a power could be possible!
Following Odin's desperate cry, the Universe remained silent.
The terrifying voices from before grew even more silent; none of them could speak.
Even the Hell Lord, Satan, was trembling!
He thought the greatest fear came from Superman X, but he never expected this Blood Ghoul to be just as terrifying?!
Dammit, when others die, they come to his Hell to become his followers and provide for him.
But if Zhou Mo came to Hell, he might very well drain his lifespan dry?!
Logically, Satan had seen plenty of creepy forbidden techniques; a simple life-drain shouldn't have made him lose his composure like this.
But this was Zhou Mo!
He had other abilities!
Just as Odin thought, a combination of Electric Lizard and Blood Ghoul could truly crush him into dust!
If it were Electric Lizard paired with other abilities, Satanfelt he might have a chance. After all, as a Dimension Lord, he had his own strength and was no stranger to fierce battles.
But to start by fucking draining his lifespan! Who could stand that!
Satan turned his head with difficulty, looking toward the Dream Weaver.
At this moment, the Dream Weaver's teeth were clenched, and his expression was...
...exceptionally grim!
Chapter 156 – You're going to kill me right off the bat? Swamp Thing unlock condition triggered!
The Dream Weaver said nothing and showed no movement, yet Satan could already faintly sense the gloom radiating from the direction of the Dream Weaver.
Clearly, the Blood Ghoul's ability had delivered a mental shock even to the Dream Weaver.
Realizing this, Satan was startled again.
A mere Blood Ghoul on Earth could actually shake the Dream Weaver?!
Once he calmed down, however, Satan could understand why.
He didn't even need to mention the Dream Weaver—his own lifespan had already reached a cosmic scale.
It could be said that, as long as he didn't actively court death by touching forbidden taboos, his life was effectively no different from immortality.
This made Odin, with his long life, look like a newborn baby in his eyes.
But therein lay the problem!
One of their kind's defining traits was a cosmic-scale lifespan, and Zhou Mo's Blood Ghoul happened to absorb life energy!
Once a fight broke out, Zhou Mo wouldn't be facing one terrifying being after another—he'd be facing one battery pack after another!
What the hell...
Who could accept that?!
And then there was the Superman X they dreaded most!
Trembling, Satan's crimson demon face gradually paled. He muttered, "It looks like we really will have to accept a Multiverse led by Zhou Mo..."
Agamotto, one of the Vishanti, swallowed hard and nodded. "Nothing can stop him now..."
In Deep Space, Odin heard the voices and sensed wave after wave of fear. His already trembling body went rigid.
A single Blood Ghoul from Zhou Mo scared these horrors that much?!
Collecting himself, Odin saw the logic: an ability that could drain life energy was lethally threatening to any being.
He exhaled and smiled, faintly sinister.
"Order should be maintained by the strong. Since these horrors have appeared, there's nothing left for me to do."
"Now it's your turn to be afraid!"
Driven by curiosity, Gwen pinched Zhou Mo's cheeks repeatedly. Feeling the youthful texture, she gasped, "You really look younger! How did you do it?"
The moment the question left her lips, Gwen realized how unnecessary it was.
What else could it be? Only the Blood Ghoul just now.
Zhou Mo brushed her hand away and snorted, "Of course it's because I take good care of myself."
Gwen's mouth twitched. Did this straight man ever do any skincare in his life?
"What?" Zhou Mo suddenly looked surprised. "You're asking me how I maintain my skin? Well, let me introduce our old friend—Ximuyuan Men's Exclusive Set!"
"A three-in-one package covering every step of men's skincare: cleanser, toner, lotion..."
As Zhou Mo launched into an animated sales pitch, Gwenfrowned in disbelief. What... was he even saying?
Stark frowned too, not out of shock but confusion. As a CEO, he paid attention to his appearance, yet he'd never heard of this so-called Ximuyuan.
"Any decent product on Earth should have crossed my desk..."
Stark cut in, "Hold on. I've never heard of this brand. Won't using it make things worse?"
He pointed at his own face. "I mean breakouts, redness—the whole disaster."
Zhou Mo's heart sank, his eyes widening in alarm.
How did Stark know it was junk?!
Seeing Zhou Mo's reaction, Stark nodded knowingly and looked away.
So the guy's hawking counterfeit goods for cash.
"I think we have something to discuss." Stark strode toward Magneto's group.
Good and evil never coexist. Magneto's crew didn't know Zhou Mo's stance, but they knew Stark's.
Watching Stark approach, the Mutants tensed for battle.
Amid the tension, Zhou Mo suddenly called after Stark, "Mr. Stark, what do you usually do with your old phones when you buy new ones?"
"I list them on a second-hand site—"
"Throw them in the trash." Stark cut him off coldly.
Stark had zero liking for Magneto's lot.
They'd assassinated the President, committed countless crimes, and dreamed of ruling the World.
Stark had always feared Zhou Mo might lose control and conquer Earth.
But Magneto's gang genuinely wanted to rule Earth!
Letting them walk away now was like tossing a ticking bomb into a crowd.
Magneto's eyes narrowed as he smiled gently, "So, Stark, what do you plan to do?"
He raised his hands and levitated.
"Or rather, what can you do?"
With a thud, Stark slammed to the ground, the Earthdenting beneath him and the pressure deepening.
Feeling his gravity multiply, Stark clenched his teeth so hard they nearly cracked.
How could he forget? Magneto's first claim to fame was controlling metal!
Wearing this armor was practically handing himself over!
Zhou Mo shook his head helplessly. "I warned you, but you still went."
Stark barked an order; his suit's back opened and ejected him. He landed Spider-Man-style.
He glared up at Magneto.
Like a cat toying with a mouse, Magneto grinned.
Without the armor, Magneto couldn't imagine how Starkcould win.
The next second, his smile vanished as a long-absent voice rang in his mind—Professor X had arrived!
In Deep Space, Odin, enjoying the show, finally heard the Dream Weaver's voice. Whether from pride or to preserve dignity, its tone remained imperious.
"So what if he can absorb life energy? If I kill him in an instant, how will he drain mine?"
Odin's mouth drooped in disdain—he could hardly bear to listen.
Leaving aside whether Zhou Mo would be stupid enough to stand still, had the Dream Weaver considered Superman X?
Too scared of Superman X to show up in person, yet still boasting about how weak Zhou Mo would be without him—how pathetic.
Yet when Odin and the other horrors thought it through, they realized the argument wasn't entirely without merit.
True—if Zhou Mo really lost Superman X and the Dream Weaver one-shot him at the start, what use would his life-absorbing ability be?
The answer was obvious.
Utterly useless!
He wouldn't even get the chance!
On Earth, as expected, Magneto saw the approaching group. At the front, pushed in a wheelchair, was Professor X.
Facing his old enemy, Magneto silently gritted his teeth.
Zhou Mo turned to look. Among them, a man riding an ever-extending thick vine caught his eye.
At the same time, a notification echoed in his mind: Swamp Thing unlock condition triggered.
Chapter 157 – Odin: What do you mean the Beyonders can wipe out The Living Tribunal with ease? Swamp Thing activation in progress.
Swamp Thing?
He was no stranger to it. Put simply, Swamp Thing is the upgraded form of Wild Demon Vine—stronger regeneration and it can breathe fire.
"New alien hero on the first try? Talk about over-the-top, huh."
His gaze drifted to Professor X's wheelchair as Zhou Momuttered a random remark.
Right now, Zhou Mo was far more interested in Professor X's wheelchair than in Swamp Thing.
Wheeling himself forward, Professor X pressed two fingers to his temple, exerting a measure of mental control over Magneto.
It wasn't strong enough to kill, but it made Magneto lose control and crash to the ground, removing the threat to Stark.
Jean Grey—Phoenix—whom Zhou Mo had met once, shot him a glance before snapping at Magneto: "This has to stop!"
"Oh?" Mystique stepped forward, shielding Magneto, and sneered, "Can it really stop?"
"Of course it can." Samuel the plant person landed. "I used to be a criminal; now I'm one of the X-Men. Best proof, isn't it?"
"Hmph, that's you! What about humanity's hatred for Mutants—can that stop?" Mystique retorted coldly.
Both sides knew words wouldn't change the other's mind, so silence fell. The two groups stared, the air thick with gunpowder.
In the end, it was Professor X's gentle voice that broke the hush: "It seems you know who I am."
He sensed Zhou Mo had been sizing him up.
"Of course." Zhou Mo kept staring. Isn't that obvious? In the Marvel Universe, Professor X is a household name. And, old man, once you're older you'll get Alzheimer's and kill quite a few Mutants.
A lot of them are standing right beside you now.
Nervously, Professor X tried to ease a tendril of psychic power into Zhou Mo's mind, but the moment it neared his body the clumsy watch flung it back hard, jolting the Professor's heart with pain.
Unaware of the watch, he naturally took it as Zhou Mo's mental shield—only to be expected. With power that crushed everyone here, how could his psyche be open?
Giving up the idea, Professor X lowered his chin and said respectfully, "Perhaps we could have your help?"
Zhou Mo's eyes lit up; only then did he look at the Professor's face. "Of course!"
The moment those words fell, Magneto's camp was shaken.
Magneto especially—Zhou Mo had rescued him; why was he now siding with the enemy?
"But I need you to return what's mine," Zhou Mo said, wiping the smile from his face.
"Your… thing?" Professor X frowned, glancing at his wheelchair. He'd been sitting in it for years—how did it belong to Zhou Mo?
"Yes! If you don't give my thing back, I can't use my ultimate move!" Zhou Mo ground his teeth, utterly resolute.
The statement left not only the Professor dumbfounded but also Gwen and Stark, who knew Zhou Mo well.
A wheelchair?
What ability of Zhou Mo's required a wheelchair?
Professor X's brows knit in total bewilderment; he wanted to ask the same question. He couldn't recall Zhou Mo having any power that involved a wheelchair.
Could it be a newly unlocked one?
"You are—"
Before the words "unlocking some new power" could leave his mouth, Zhou Mo cut him off.
"OTTO!" Zhou Mo folded his arms, irate. "Give my wheelchair back this instant! Only then can I launch my killer move—Wheelchair Charge!"
Gwen: "…?"
Magneto: "…"
Professor X: "…"
So Zhou Mo wanted to sit in that wheelchair and bulldoze Magneto like a runaway truck?
…Stark figured this had to be the dumbest plan on Earth; Magneto controls metal—how could you possibly ram him?
And kill someone with a wheelchair?! Don't you think your worldview is slightly off?!
…Earthly farce naturally drew no attention from cosmic horrors; Odin was still mulling over Dream Weaver's claim of one-shotting Zhou Mo.
"But how would you accomplish it?" Odin asked, visibly graver, voicing his doubt.
"Forgive my bluntness, but if you could truly seal Superman X, you wouldn't be here," he added.
Far from the delayed reaction Odin expected, Dream Weaver answered at once, making one suspect the plan had long been ready.
"The Beyonders can do it."
Odin's mind snapped taut; his body jolted.
The Beyonders?
It was the first time he'd heard the name, yet because it came from Dream Weaver, Odin felt an inexplicable, bone-deep crisis.
"They transcend everything and possess wondrous creativity. Their crowning work—well, given your frame of reference—let's call them the Celestials."
Odin felt both humiliated and shocked.
What do you mean "given my frame of reference"? I'm the Guardian of the Nine Realms! King of the Gods! Zhou Mo's nemesis!
Still, considering the vast gulf in power, Odin swallowed the insult.
What he couldn't accept was the Celestials!
They were actually creations of the Beyonders?!
Those single-Universe-level monsters—
—were manufactured?!
As though sensing victory, Dream Weaver's voice carried a smile: "I believe that if I ally with the Beyonders, they will have ways to limit Zhou Mo's Superman X abilities. No one excels at creation like they do."
"Heh, and they are mighty allies in their own right. Heh-heh-heh."
With the laughter, Odin felt fresh humiliation—as if Dream Weaver were mocking him to his face.
"The Living Tribunal, mighty in your eyes, can be erased by the Beyonders without effort."
This time Odin couldn't care less about shame; his eyes bulged, his body convulsed as though shocked, gooseflesh erupting while endless chill crept over him.
Gradually his scalp went numb.
Wh-what…?
The Beyonders could casually wipe out The Living Tribunal?!
Are you freaking kidding me?!
Odin's eyes widened to their limit, nearly popping from their sockets!
Are you freaking kidding me?!
Wait!
Then… Odin turned back to the projection, face pale.
Sealing Zhou Mo's Superman X and one-shotting him… was actually possible?!
…"No way!"
A hand shot out, grabbing Zhou Mo's wrist as he reached for the wheelchair. Samuel the plant person gritted his teeth: "You can't snatch the Professor's thing!"
The moment his wrist was caught, Swamp Thing unlocked seven percent of its combat experience.
Chapter 158: Is the Wild Demon Vine's Self-Healing Ability Ineffective? Swamp Fire Unlocked Successfully!
"Hiss! Hey!" Zhou Mo looked over, his face full of displeasure.
Professor X, the owner, didn't refuse, so why are you butting in? Can't I even touch it myself?
Sensing the tension in the air, the trembling Professor Xquickly said, "If you need it, I welcome you to try."
After Professor X finished speaking, he stared nervously at Zhou Mo.
Although he had sat in his wheelchair for many years, it was still just a wheelchair. At best, it was of better quality, upgraded from a manual assist to an electric one. Other than that, there was nothing special about it.
If necessary, he could easily buy a large quantity of them from a store.
It wouldn't be worth offending Zhou Mo over such a small wheelchair.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mo raised an eyebrow, his arrogant posture seeming to say, "Did you hear that?"
At the same time, Zhou Mo reached his other hand into his pocket and pulled out a small stack of banknotes, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.
Although stingy and greedy for money, Zhou Mo clearly wasn't planning to outright steal Professor X's wheelchair.
Stark watched, bewildered, completely unable to understand why a mere wheelchair could attract so much attention from Zhou Mo.
Turning his gaze to the plant person, Stark saw tightly suppressed anger on his face.
Friday brought up the plant person's information, which showed that he was already an irritable criminal.
"Did Zhou Mo buying Professor X's wheelchair make him angry?"
Stark quickly walked over, forcing a smile, trying to ease the tension: "Buddy, it's just a wheelchair. Professor X has agreed to sell it to Zhou Mo. There's no need for you to be so sensitive."
The plant person continued to stare grimly at Zhou Mo, clearly not taking Stark's attempt to ease the situation to heart.
Facing Zhou Mo, the plant person gritted his teeth, anger escaping through the gaps: "You should completely cut ties with evil, not be tainted by a single trace of it. Just like..."
"...me."
Zhou Mo frowned, his face showing disgust. What the hell was this guy talking about?
Do I, Zhou, have to listen to your opinion when I act?
As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of both Magneto's group and Professor X's group instantly leaped to their throats.
Did the plant person mean he was going to challenge Zhou Mo?!
Their strength was heaven and earth, a difference between clouds and mud! Wasn't he seeking death?
Magneto quickly realized this had nothing to do with him, and instead smiled slyly.
"Even if the resulting anger is directed somewhere, that's Charles's problem, not mine."
Realizing this, Magneto even felt a little anticipation, eager to see the X-Men being brutally abused by Zhou Mo.
Upon hearing this, an evil version of Zhou Mo suddenly flashed in Stark's mind, and his heart immediately leaped to his throat!
"If Zhou Mo goes berserk again, the people affected will definitely not be limited to those present!"
With this thought, Stark was about to try and ease the tension again.
No matter what, the plant person had to calm down! The consequences of angering Zhou Mo were unbearable for everyone!
However, just as Stark opened his mouth, he saw a thick vine consciously creeping out from behind the plant person. It looked ready to strike Zhou Mo at the slightest disagreement.
Stark's eyes widened, and he froze in despair, immediately starting to question reality!
Is this guy sick?!!
This is Zhou Mo! An existence who can easily destroy the entire Universe at will!
Just because he's a little close to Magneto's group, you, a small karami, want to fight him?
...Did a donkey kick your damn brain?!
Faced with such provocation, if Zhou Mo didn't respond, he wouldn't be Zhou Mo.
His gaze changed, and coldness spread. Zhou Mo was about to transform into Fire Man to give the plant persona small fiery shock, but just before acting, he thought of a better and more fun choice.
Wild Demon Vine! Acti————vate!
With a thought, Zhou Mo switched to the Wild Demon Vine form.
A familiar aura belonging to plants arrived. The plant person paused slightly, and just as he was about to do something, he felt that the vine he had summoned was suddenly out of his control?
"Hmm?"
In his confusion, the vine swept past the plant person's peripheral vision, rubbing constantly against the Wild Demon Vine's face, like a spoiled cat.
The Wild Demon Vine seemed to enjoy this: "Hoh hoh hoh, the ability to communicate with plants is indeed good."
Glancing at the plant person, the Wild Demon Vinechuckled, "The guy you chose to serve me is really great!"
The guy I chose to... serve you??!
Hearing this, the stunned plant person suddenly felt an unprecedented burst of humiliation erupt from the depths of his heart.
Damn it!
Bull!
There's a bull!
...In Deep Space, let alone the Dream Weaver or other terrifying existences, even Odin had no interest in this matter.
After learning of the Dream Weaver's plan, his mind was now completely filled with the image of Zhou Mo's Superman X being sealed, an image he couldn't shake off.
In Odin's eyes, Zhou Mo, who was originally synonymous with invincibility, truly had a high chance of being killed by the combined efforts of the Dream Weaver and the Celestial Race! The shock this brought him was immense.
Compared to that, there was really no need to pay attention to Zhou Mo's insignificant Wild Demon Vine.
His forehead was soaked in cold sweat, and Odin's pupils visibly contracted: "If the plan succeeds, Zhou Mo really seems unable to stop them?!"
Just then, a low gasp from Satan drew Odin's attention back to the projection.
"What?"
Looking up, Odin saw that the Wild Demon Vine was already fighting the plant person.
Admittedly, the plant person, being able to join the X-Men and become one of its members, was not that weak.
Facing the vine whipped out by the Wild Demon Vine, he actually summoned another vine and shattered it.
When Odin looked, he saw a scene that also surprised Satan.
The shattered vine of the Wild Demon Vine was rapidly healing at a visible speed as it fell to the ground.
Odin's heart sank instantly.
The plan cannot succeed!
The Dream Weaver won't be able to instantly kill Zhou Mo!
But continuing to watch, this thought in Odin's mind was immediately overturned.
The vine only finished healing the moment it hit the ground!
For humans, this speed was already incredible! The self-healing ability had reached a level beyond comprehension!
But.
For the Dream Weaver, it was too slow!
This span of more than two seconds was enough for him to kill Zhou Mo ten thousand times!
As if his soul had been drained, Odin's body slumped into powerlessness, and a pale, tragic smile suddenly appeared on his face: "The Dream Weaver's plan seems like it really can succeed..."
Lowering his eyes, Odin shook his head in despair.
It wasn't that Zhou Mo was weak, but that the Dream Weaver was too strong!
Zhou Mo's ultimate supremacy was limited to Superman X, while the Dream Weaver's ultimate supremacy was all-encompassing!
Future scenes were already appearing in Odin's mind.
The two massive figures of the Dream Weaver and the Celestial Race would hang high in the sky, looking down upon Zhou Mo.
And Zhou Mo, stripped of his Superman X abilities, would quickly use the combination of Electric Lizard and Blood Ghoul abilities, gritting his teeth and looking ferocious, attempting a desperate struggle.
However, his abilities wouldn't even be usable.
Of course, there might be a round of fighting in between, but the ending would not change.
In just an instant, the Dream Weaver could instantly kill Zhou Mo!
And the Wild Demon Vine's repair speed was fundamentally incomparable!
Utterly defenseless!
Putting himself in Zhou Mo's shoes, despair instantly washed over Odin: "How can you possibly resist their plan?"
Just then, as if responding to the despair in Odin's heart, the Wild Demon Vine stopped moving.
Swamp Fire, unlocked successfully!