A Plan for Time Travel

Chu Hang stood amid the ruins, looking at the reflection in the Dark Trident in his hand.

The blade reflected his face—pale, with blood still smeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wanda was gone.

That fact was like a nail driven into his mind, impossible to pull out. But he knew that now was not the time for grief or rage.

As a traveler who knew the future, he understood better than anyone that these five years were only a long halftime break. The true final battle had yet to come.

And to begin that battle, he needed one key person.

Chu Hang put away the trident and closed his eyes. His Super Hearing swept across all of North America like an invisible radar. Filtering out countless noises, he focused on searching for that unique energy frequency—Tony Stark's Arc Reactor.

He quickly locked onto the target.

In northern New York State, a lakeside cabin about eighty kilometers from here. The energy fluctuations were faint but stable, indicating that Tony was not wearing his armor and was merely maintaining the most basic power supply for his heart.

That was the place.

Chu Hang raised a hand and tore open a spatial rift before him. On the other side was a tranquil lake, sunlight scattering across its glittering surface. A two-story wooden cabin stood on the shore, smoke still curling from its roof.

It was a warm, cozy scene, completely out of place in this dead world.

Chu Hang stepped through and appeared on the lawn in front of the cabin. The rift silently closed behind him.

An open book lay on the porch swing. A man's voice and a child's laughter came from inside the house. Everything was exactly as he remembered from the story.

He walked onto the porch