A massive green behemoth fell from the sky like a Kryptonian meteor—
—and smashed straight into the Kurse!
BOOOOOM—!!!
The ground caved in.
Hulk straddled the Kurse, his fists—each the size of a boulder—hammering down like pile drivers.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Every punch carried rage.
Every punch carried the intent to crush his enemy into paste.
The Kurse was beaten straight into the ground.
"HULK!! STRONGEST!!"
The green giant threw his head back and roared, proclaiming his dominance.
Then—
A split second later.
A charred black hand exploded out of the rubble.
The Kurse sat up.
The cursed fire in his eyes burned brighter than before.
This wasn't recovery.
This was a forbidden art—burning life itself.
His molten muscles swelled grotesquely. His body surged upward, growing several feet taller—
—until he was larger than the Hulk.
"HRAAA—!!"
The Kurse roared and stopped retreating.
When Hulk's fist came down again—
He caught it.
SLAP.
The massive punch froze midair.
Hulk blinked, disbelief flashing through his green eyes.
No one had ever stopped his punch like that.
"Had enough… beast?"
Algrim growled, his voice like hell itself.
He twisted his wrist, locking Hulk's arm, yanked him forward—
—and slammed a knee straight into Hulk's gut!
"GHH—!!"
Hulk doubled over, saliva spraying everywhere.
Then came the counterattack.
This wasn't brute force alone.
Algrim was the Dark Elves' greatest warrior—
a veteran of thousands of years of slaughter.
Punches.
Kicks.
Elbows.
Throws.
Hulk was hurled across the street like a green ball.
"HULK!! SMASH!!"
Hulk tried to fight back—his anger rising, his strength climbing.
But every time he tried to explode—
Algrim interrupted him with brutal, precise technique.
It was complete suppression.
BAM—!
A fist smashed into Hulk's jaw.
"ROAA—!"
Hulk was launched skyward, a tooth flying free.
Algrim leapt after him, grabbed Hulk by the ankle midair—
—and swung him like a sack of grain!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Left smash!
Right smash!
Then a final Earth-splitting slam—
—driving Hulk straight into New York's sewer system.
Hulk lay at the bottom of the crater, eyes unfocused.
Dazed.
For his entire life, he had crushed enemies with overwhelming power.
Today—
He had met something harder, stronger, and far better at fighting.
…
CRACK—BOOM!!
Lightning tore through the clouds.
Thor had arrived.
They had returned to Earth through the convergence window. After placing Jane Foster somewhere safe, Thor came straight to the battlefield.
"Your fight is with me!" Thor shouted, spinning Mjolnir as thunder exploded around him.
"You hideous creature!"
"For the glory of Asgard!"
He hurled himself downward, hammer blazing with divine lightning.
SMACK!
Just before Mjolnir struck—
Algrim backhanded it.
BOOM!!
Thor—hammer and all—was sent flying back faster than he came.
He traced a beautiful arc through the air, smashed straight through the Avengers Tower logo—
—and vanished into the Hudson River with a colossal splash.
…
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Iron Man—down.
Captain America—gravely injured.
Hulk—overpowered.
Thor—swatted aside.
Earth's mightiest heroes—
defeated. All of them.
The Kurse stood in the center of the ruins, surveying the battlefield.
"WHO'S NEXT?!" he roared.
No answer.
Despair descended once more.
The trainees backed away instinctively.
Who could possibly stop this monster?
Then—
"Cough… cough…"
A sound came from the wreckage.
The pile of twisted metal moved.
Tony Stark wasn't dead.
He dragged himself out of the shattered Mark 42, blood streaming down his face, legs shaking.
But he didn't retreat.
He reached into the thigh compartment of his ruined armor—
—and pulled out a green injector with trembling fingers.
Antony's final contingency.
T-VEX.
"Looks like… I'm becoming Captain Iron," Tony muttered, raising the injector to his neck.
He wasn't the only one.
Nearby, Steve Rogers pushed himself up against a wall—
the same green syringe clenched in his hand.
One by one—
The trainees pulled out their own T-VEX injectors.
No hesitation.
Tony jammed the needle straight into his carotid artery.
HISS—
Plunger down.
Tony's pupils shrank violently.
A raging heat—like an enraged fire dragon—raced through his veins, tearing across his body. It hurt. It ripped. But behind the pain came an intoxicating sense of expansion.
Muscles he'd never trained ballooned outward. Veins bulged beneath his skin. Broken ribs snapped back into place with sharp cracks.
"Haa…"
Tony exhaled slowly. His breath became a long plume of white mist in the cold air.
He looked down at his hands.
No armor.
No repulsors.
Just bare fists.
And the terrifying feeling—
—that he could crush the planet itself.
Behind him, the same transformation spread.
Steve Rogers—already at the peak of human potential—reacted exponentially to T-VEX.
His suit tore as his back muscles surged beneath it. Every last trace of injury vanished.
Pietro Maximoff felt the world slow—
so slow it nearly stopped.
Firestar — Angelica's flames shifted from orange-red to blinding blue-white.
And behind them—
The trainees' eyes glowed green.
Fear?
That concept no longer existed.
Dopamine.
Adrenaline.
They owned everything now.
"Whoa… whoa… WHOA…"
The lone exception, Deadpool, stared down at his waist.
"Guys! Look! It grew back! Like bamboo after rain!"
His lower body had regenerated completely.
Unfortunately, his suit hadn't.
Pink, horrifying flesh flapped freely in the open air.
"Hey! Camera crew! Can I get a censor bar over here?!" he shouted at the drones.
"RAAAH—!!"
Hulk burst back out of the ground.
The monster of rage, infected by the atmosphere of madness, grew even larger.
"HULK!! NOT!! LOSE!!"
His body swelled again.
CRACK—!!
Lightning struck.
Thor flew back from the river, Mjolnir in hand, hair dripping wet.
He stared at the group in confusion.
"You all…" Thor frowned.
"You look… different."
No one answered.
Every gaze was locked onto the black monster at the center.
For the first time—
Algrim felt cold.
As a Kurse, fear did not exist.
His life was destruction.
But now—
Biological instinct screamed inside his mind.
RUN.
YOU WILL DIE.
"HRAAA—!!"
Algrim roared, trying to crush the pressure, crushing a chunk of concrete in his burned hand.
At the front of the formation—
Steve Rogers stepped forward.
He didn't raise his shield defensively.
He tilted its edge toward the enemy—
—a charge stance.
His voice was no longer calm.
It was raw violence given form.
"Vought heroes…"
"…ASSEMBLE!!"
BOOOOOOM—!!
The ground shattered.
The T-VEX–enhanced superhumans charged like unleashed monsters—
—straight at the Kurse.
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