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''Hellfire Club, Underground Chamber.''
"Just three minutes ago, we lost contact with Azazel."
Shaw sat with his legs crossed on a sofa chair, his clenched hands cracking audibly. His face was so cold it seemed like frost might form. His words brought a brief silence to the hall.
The young man with the ability to spin his body at high speeds was full of disbelief. "How is that even possible..."
Even the White Queen furrowed her brow and pondered, "Perhaps something unexpected happened? Or maybe it's a satellite signal issue? With Azazel's teleportation ability, even if he encounters something he can't handle, no one should be able to stop him from escaping."
"It's precisely because of that that I'm worried." Shaw released his clenched fists and said coldly, "Riptide, Emma, we must speed up our original plan. If we continue to delay, who knows what other unforeseen events might occur."
"Alright."
"Understood."
The young man and the White Queen both nodded, their expressions becoming more serious and excited. If their planned operation succeeded, it would ignite the third world war, engulfing nations across the globe.
Meanwhile...
Thirty kilometers from the Hellfire Club, in the desert outskirts of Las Vegas, outside a convenience store.
Holding up the cold beer in his hand, Caesar smiled at Azazel. But to Azazel, the boy's smile was more like a devil's sinister grin.
"Are you... are you some kind of monster?"
Azazel finally forced out the words, his face, already red from his skin tone, darkening even further with frustration.
He was used to being called a "monster" and "devil" by others, but this was the first time he had described someone else that way. It was a testament to the overwhelming impact Caesar had on him tonight.
"I've already told you, my name is Caesar."
Caesar stood up from the wooden chair and took a few steps closer, looking Azazel up and down before shaking his head slightly with regret. "Getting exhausted after just two round trips of three thousand kilometers? That's pretty short. It seems you only have a long-distance teleportation ability."
True long-distance teleportation should be able to reach other planets, crossing the stars, like the Bifrost, portals, or the Space Stone in the Marvel Universe.
"Short...?"
Azazel felt a wave of contempt, but he didn't know how to refute it. After all, Caesar had arrived back in America even faster than him, without even breaking a sweat.
"So, you have a tail too."
Caesar glanced at the large red tail behind Azazel, swaying like a feline's, with a tip that resembled a sharp blade.
"Don't push me."
Azazel said this while drawing two daggers, one in each hand.
"I won't kill you; you're welcome to try."
Caesar shrugged, raising his left hand and extending a single index finger as if he intended to use it as a weapon against the blades.
"Don't joke around!"
Azazel let out an angry roar. He was the Red Devil, a demon among demons, a being between man and beast but superior to both as a mutated lifeform.
He was usually the nightmare of his enemies, the king of assassins, but now he had been pushed to the edge.
Azazel, no longer able to contain his fear and anger, turned into a burst of red flames and vanished from where he stood, reappearing the next instant close behind Caesar.
While in mid-air, the daggers in his hands, along with the pointed tip of his tail, aimed at Caesar's head, neck, and heart.
Caesar didn't move an inch. In a split second, his index finger flashed out like lightning, striking three times, with each movement being a blur. Azazel's blades and tail were all deflected outward, away from their intended targets.
"How?"
''The pain in Azazel's hand and tail was intense, but the shock in his heart was ten times greater.''
There was no time to think.
Azazel pushed himself to the limit, repeatedly turning into red flames and teleporting short distances around Caesar, launching fierce attacks with his daggers and tail.
All that could be heard was the continuous clashing of metal, with sparks flying everywhere.
In just five seconds, Azazel teleported over a dozen times, launching a rapid barrage of attacks at Caesar from every angle. But no matter where he struck or whether he used his daggers or tail, Caesar always managed to react, blocking every attack with a flick of his left index finger.
Sweat unknowingly soaked Azazel's collar as his fear of Caesar grew with each failed attempt.
Caesar wasn't predicting Azazel's teleportation destinations in advance; rather, he was responding in the brief moments after Azazel reappeared, perfectly countering attacks from three different directions— all with just the index finger of his left hand. He never used his right hand, nor did he take a single step.
What kind of superhuman reflexes did this require?
What Azazel didn't realize was that for Caesar, once he unleashed the full potential of his senses, his perception of time became different from that of ordinary humans.
Humans often describe moments too fleeting to react to as "instants" or "split-seconds," but to Caesar, those could stretch into ten seconds or even a minute.
"Ha!"
Azazel teleported one last time directly in front of Caesar, thrusting both daggers toward Caesar's eyes. This time, Caesar either reacted too slowly or simply watched as the blades approached his eyeballs.
"Got careless, didn't you?!"
Azazel trembled with excitement, but before his smile could fully form, the blades that should have pierced Caesar's eyes shattered as if they had struck refined iron.
The smile froze on Azazel's face, disappearing as his body collapsed to his knees in front of Caesar, staring at the shattered pieces of his blades on the ground.
So... it turns out Caesar never needed to defend or dodge in the first place because even his eyes, supposedly the most vulnerable part of the human body, were as hard as iron marbles!
Unimaginable speed, reaction time, superhuman strength, a body like iron...
Azazel's mind went blank. He finally understood why he had that initial premonition of death— the gap between their strengths was as vast as a chasm; their powers weren't even in the same dimension.
If Mutants were the first step in breaking humanity's genetic constraints and rapid evolution, then Caesar stood at the pinnacle of that evolutionary pyramid.
"A truly perfect evolved human, a Superman? That's the only word for it." Azazel looked up at Caesar, filled with utter reverence and submission.
"What, you're done fighting?" Caesar asked in surprise, urging him on, "Come on, keep going. You can try using your teleportation ability again, and this time I promise not to fight back."
Azazel lowered his head and said, "I've lost, Master."
"M-Master? What's this now?"
Caesar was bewildered when he heard this. He was only interested in Azazel's teleportation ability, hoping to find a way back to his original Marvel universe, which was why he kept chasing Azazel for testing.
Azazel replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "You're the strongest person I've ever met, so naturally, you're my master."
"No, thanks. I don't need a subordinate. Too much hassle, way too much!"
Caesar flatly refused and, after a brief pause, suddenly took off at supersonic speed, disappearing into the desert night sky like a shooting star.
Staring at the fading star in the sky, Azazel was left dumbfounded. He had offered his allegiance, only to be rejected without hesitation.
''(End of Chapter)''
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