A Conversation with Scarlet Witch

Apocalypse said calmly, "They never belonged to you. Now that Misfortune no longer binds them, they naturally return to the world."

"Fuck, kid, I'm sick of hearing you go on about fortune. Let's see if you're still this chatty after I smash your head in!"

"Hah!"

Evil God vanished from the spot, moving as though he had jumped through space.

When he reappeared, he was behind Apocalypse.

Black energy surged around his fist as he drove it toward the back of Apocalypse's head.

The blow was about to land. Evil God was already celebrating when a palm entered his field of vision.

It was small, yet it seemed to blot out the sky. One slap sent Evil God hurtling down.

Boom!

Evil God struck the ground and left a huge crater.

A moment later, the black energy tore free of his body, rose into the air, and dissipated.

Evil God stared in shock. "What kind of superpower is that? How did you slap away my power?"

Apocalypse said nothing.

He had noticed something more interesting: after wiping out part of Evil God's Misfortune, his own Fortune had risen.

It was back in five figures, above ten thousand again.

When Apocalypse ignored him, Evil God felt insulted.

The kid I robbed twice dares to act this smug in front of me now?!

"Heh heh heh! Let's see how much you can slap away!"

Evil God took out a vial of Super-Soldier Serum and gulped it down.

Fresh energy surged through his body.

Still unsatisfied, Evil God drank the remaining vials one after another, as casually as if they were little bottles of milk.

Then he turned his head. "Pierce, tell Wanda to bring the serum over."

Pierce had gathered nearly three hundred vials of Super-Soldier Serum. Even after the counterfeits and