Eating Zola Broke

Everyone was delighted.

That meant Apocalypse still had the spare attention to keep an eye on this side.

But the more that was true, the more it confirmed that he was too absorbed in those pretty-girl videos to pull himself away.

Apocalypse had no idea Thor, that lousy friend of his, had set him up again.

That momentary distraction had allowed Zola to slip in.

His vision blurred, and what appeared before Apocalypse was an endless sea of white clouds.

Apocalypse smiled. Trying to use an illusion against me?

With a thought, he tried to summon the Reality Stone to counter it, and a surge of red energy poured from his body.

Yet the sea of clouds before him did not budge in the slightest.

After a brief thought, Apocalypse immediately realized that he was in the sea of consciousness.

If this had been the real world, Zola could never have possessed the strength to withstand the Reality Stone's power.

Since that was the case, he would simply crush technique with force.

At a thought, he stomped down in his consciousness.

The sea of clouds immediately shook, scattering rapidly as though blown away by a fierce wind.

Through the gaps in the clouds, he could see the scene outside.

Thor was chatting and laughing with the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, showing absolutely no intention of helping.

Just as Apocalypse was about to step out, the scattered clouds gathered again and sealed off his consciousness.

Apocalypse tried several more times and found that while he could easily shake the cloud sea apart, he could never break through it.

Zola had clearly prepared for this long ago.

He knew that he might not be Apocalypse's match in a direct clash.

So he had painstakingly woven this sea of clouds, using softness to overcome