White Ghost

Everyone had just seen what the Pym Particle Formula could do.

Cross was still flying around inside the Spatial Cage like a headless chicken.

But knowing the Apocalypse King had come for it personally, they couldn't help thinking it must be something even more powerful.

They had the wrong idea, but the Pym Particle Formula truly was far more powerful than they imagined.

The ability to travel through time and space via the Quantum Tunnel alone gave it immeasurable value and potential.

Dr. Pym said coldly, "Even if you're the Apocalypse King, I won't give it to you."

Apocalypse shrugged. "I wasn't planning to steal it or take it by force. I just need to make sure it doesn't fall into anyone else's hands."

Hope had recovered from her shock. "If you were going to handle this yourself anyway, why train Scott?"

Apocalypse spread his hands helplessly. "How many times have I told you? Scott will be a superhero someday, and a crucial one at that."

"Him?"

Hope pursed her lips. She had beaten Scott plenty of times during their combat training, and she couldn't see anything special about him.

"Hey, beautiful, what's that look for? The Apocalypse King himself said I'm a superhero!" Scott protested.

"So what? I've beaten you eight hundred times. What, want another round?"

"Uh..." Scott faltered.

The pain of their recent training sessions came rushing back.

The dozens of guests nearby stared wide-eyed, their minds racing.

They struggled to memorize the people before them and everything they had said.

The Apocalypse King went without saying. Just getting to see him in person was an incredible opportunity.

If they turned around and claimed they couldn't tell East Asian faces apart and had forgotten what he looked like,

they'd get torn to shreds for saying it.

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