Two hours later, Essex Corporation, underground laboratory.
"Click—"
The last conduit glowing with a faint light detached from his spinal interface.
Mr. Sinister slowly rose from the Gene Conduction Device. The metal floor reflected his flawless figure. He lightly clenched his fist, feeling the surging new power beneath every muscle fiber.
The remnants of Obadiah's consciousness had been thoroughly crushed and digested, becoming the final nourishment for his soul. The "Apocalypse Body" and his self-proclaimed perfect soul had finally become one.
"This feeling... is truly wonderful."
Mr. Sinister extended his palm and moved his mind.
An invisible force gathered in his hand, instantly compressing into a sharp blue-violet psychic blade. Arcs of electricity danced across its edge, emitting a faint hum.
The next second, the blade dissolved into a howling miniature storm. The temperature at its core abruptly dropped, condensing into a chilling frost.
Wind, fire, lightning, ice... the signature powers of all sorts of powerful Mutants flowed through his hands at will, switching as smoothly as clouds and water before ultimately returning to nothingness.
This was "Perfect Apocalypse"—permanent plunder and unrestricted control.
Then Mr. Sinister closed his eyes. The "Electronic Signal Manipulation" ability fused from Miles spread like an invisible giant net, instantly covering all of New York.
The energy surging through the power grid, the immense amount of data flowing through the online world every second, the faint hums emitted by countless electronic devices... everything became a clearly perceptible tide rushing into his consciousness.
Every secret in the entire city lay naked before him.
"This is... unbelievable."
Mr. Sinister murmured instinctively. "Electronic control based on Telepathy, freely operating every device within sensory range... without a doubt, this is the 'power of a god' in the information age!"
"Still... something seems wrong?"
"This ability seems to have even greater