Pulling chestnuts from the fire, Ghost-Spider's all-out snatch

The square has been transformed into a meat grinder of energy.

The destructive storm, a mix of red and gold, spun wildly, devouring light and sound.

Hela was pinned down in the cracks of the storm, and the desperate attack she had gained by burning her soul had now become the most awkward and useless thing. Her proud power of death was being used as fuel by the Phoenix Force and was being ruthlessly twisted by the Chaos Magic, and her soul was being consumed at an unprecedented speed.

This former Goddess of Death now looked as wretched as an insect caught between two monstrous Beast, on the verge of being crushed at any moment.

Meanwhile, on the other two sides of the storm, the battle also reached a fierce stalemate.

Wanda was engulfed in flames, her skin undergoing a bizarre cycle of charred and Scarlet repair. She endured the excruciating pain of her soul being burned, yet she channeled all her will into the Scarlet "erasure" command, which clung tightly to Jean Grey's spiritual core.

Jean Grey wasn't feeling well either. The sense of emptiness, of being "forgotten by the world" from the Chaos Magic made her feel, for the first time, a deep-seated irritation and... a trace of fear.

They were all staging a bloody drama, capable of destroying the city, all for that man.

Their eyes were only for each other, and only for the man standing on the highest Throne.

They've all forgotten.

Or rather, they simply don't care.

That "trophy" that Lynn himself promised— Charles Xavier.

On the edge of this devastating zone, which even Deity would avoid, in a corner concealed by the twisted wreckage of a fighter jet, a wheelchair made of Special Alloy was sliding inch by inch toward the center of the energy storm as the ground trembled violently.

In his wheelchair, Professor Charles Xavier kept his eyes closed, showing no reaction to the apocalyptic visions outside.

He was like a forgotten prop.

One of the wheelchair's wheels was hanging precariously over the edge of a dark Abyss torn open by the storm, with pebbles and dust constantly falling from beneath it.

All that's needed is one more, slightly stronger vibration.

Or perhaps the storm's suction force was just a little stronger.

This most powerful Telepathy in the world, along with his famous wheelchair, will be swept into the storm of Chaos and destruction, leaving not a single intact cell behind.

No one noticed what was happening.

Except for one person.

In the shadows, Gwen Stacy Stacy pressed her body tightly against a sloping concrete slab, her breathing almost ceasing.

Her Spider-Sense screamed wildly in her mind.

It wasn't the sharp pain that warned of danger, but the excruciating pain of being pulled and crushed back and forth by three completely different, yet equally deadly, energy fields, almost tearing me apart.

Before her eyes, it was a battle of gods of Skyfather-level.

Wanda, Hela, and that new crazy woman... each of them possesses the power to flatten a city with a flick of their wrist.

And what about myself?

A street hero.

A mortal who fights using mutated spiders and Bioelectricity.

In a battle at this level, she wouldn't even qualify to be cannon fodder.

A deep sense of powerlessness and inferiority, like icy seawater, almost overwhelmed her heart.

But the next second, that coldness was replaced by a hotter, more obsessive thought.

Her gaze passed over the destructive storm and locked onto the wheelchair that was about to fall.

She remembered Lynn's words.

"Whoever brings Charles to me, my door will be open to them tonight."

Room door...

Gwen Stacy's breath hitched.

She doesn't need to possess terrifying reality-altering magic like Wanda.

Nor does it require a proud divine position like Hela's, which grants her the power to rule over death.

They don't need to possess the destructive power to burn everything like that Red-haired Woman.

They were all using their own methods to show off their muscles to Lynn, assert their dominance, and compete for his love.

But they all forgot the most important point.

What Lynn needs is not a bunch of mad dogs who only know how to fight over women and cause chaos.

What he needs is a knife.

A compliant, sharp knife that, once given an order, will complete the task precisely, regardless of cost or reason...!

And I myself am the most suitable knife!

This thought, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through all the chaos and fear in Gwen Stacy's mind.

Her eyes instantly became incredibly clear and unwavering.

The excruciating pain from her Spider-Sense persisted, but at this moment, it became her best navigator. In that chaotic storm of energy, her senses caught a fleeting glimpse of a safe path, created by the collision and cancellation of three forces!

That road existed for less than 0.5 seconds.

That was a one-way ticket to Hell.

But at the end of the road came Lynn's orders.

That's enough.

"Whoosh!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

Gwen Stacy's figure shot out from the shadows like a white arrow released from a bow!

The moment she rushed out of the cover, she was hit by a terrifying heatwave!

That was the aftershock of the Phoenix Force; the air was distorted by the heat, and inhaling it felt like swallowing a ball of burning embers.

Gwen Stacy's combat suit, that white suit made of a special polymer material, began to sizzle the moment it came into contact with the high temperature, and the edges quickly curled and turned black.

But her speed didn't slow down at all!

Her petite body sprinted and leaped wildly across the cracked ground, each step landing precisely on the weakest point in terms of energy, as detected by the Spider-Sense's sensor.

A Scarlet stream of Chaos Particles swept past, and she suddenly flipped to the side. The stream of particles grazed her back and instantly disintegrated a boulder behind her into nothingness.

A wisp of Dark Gold flame shot towards her, and she forcefully twisted her body, avoiding a vital spot at an incredible angle, letting the flame land on her left shoulder.

"Sizzle!"

A muffled thud as flesh burned.

Excruciating pain!

An indescribable, excruciating pain shot through my left shoulder!

Gwen Stacy could even smell the burning of her own flesh.

She bit her lip hard, tasting a hint of blood, but didn't utter a single groan.

Her eyes were only on that goal!

It's getting closer!

Closer!

She could already see the metallic sheen of the wheelchair!

Just then, Hela, enraged by being attacked from both sides, released a wisp of her Death Force, which transformed into an invisible ripple that swept across the area.

Gwen Stacy's body stiffened abruptly, a chill that seemed to freeze her very bones instantly spreading throughout her body, and her movements paused for a fraction of a second.

And in that fraction of a second, the only safe path is about to close!

"No!"

A flash of mad determination crossed Gwen Stacy's eyes.

She suddenly raised her right hand, pointed it towards the wheelchair, and flicked her wrist!

"Call out!"

A white Silk, carrying all her strength and hope, shot out precisely and stuck firmly to the armrest of Charles's wheelchair.

However, the moment the Silk touched the edge of the storm, it began to be eroded and dissolved at a visible speed by the high temperature and chaotic energy!

It won't last more than a second!

It's too late!

Without the slightest hesitation, Gwen Stacy pushed off the ground with both legs, using the force of the Silk pulling her back, and flew towards the wheelchair like a cannonball!

She was going to use her own body to force her way through the closing energy turbulence!

"Puff!"

A surge of scorching energy slammed into her back.

Gwen Stacy felt a sharp pain in her back, as if she had been struck by a red-hot hammer. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her bio-suit was instantly burned through, leaving a large hole, and the skin on her back was burned raw and bloody.

But she succeeded!

Her hands gripped the wheelchair handles tightly!

"Come here...!"

Gwen Stacy let out a hoarse growl, the muscles in her arms tensing instantly, unleashing terrifying strength far beyond that of ordinary people, pulling the heavy alloy wheelchair, along with Charles on it, back from the edge of the Abyss!

"Boom!"

The moment she finished, the safety path behind her closed completely.

The energies of red and gold collided with a deafening roar.

A violent Impact, carrying temperatures high enough to melt steel, slammed into Gwen Stacy's back.

"Ugh--!"

This time, she could no longer hold back and let out a painful cry.

She felt as if a red-hot iron plate had been branded onto her back. She was thrown away by a tremendous force, rolling on the ground for more than ten meters with her wheelchair before crashing heavily into a broken wall and coming to a stop.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Gwen Stacy lay on the ground, coughing violently, each breath causing a burning pain in her back.

The armor on her back was completely burned, revealing large areas of horrific burns, a mixture of charred black and bright red.

But she ignored her injuries.

She struggled to lift her head, one hand still gripping the wheelchair tightly, the other hand supporting her on the ground, as she knelt up with difficulty.

She looked up at the top of the Baxter Building, at that blurry yet imposing figure.

Her face was blackened by smoke, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

It was a morbid satisfaction mixed with pain, fanaticism, and a sense of self-satisfaction.

I did it.

Owner.

While they were still fighting amongst themselves in a ridiculous jealousy, I... accomplished your task.

I am your sharpest and most obedient knife!

However, this morbid satisfaction lasted for less than three seconds.

An unprecedented, chilling killing intent, like a tangible needle, instantly locked onto her!

In the center of the square.

The destructive storm abruptly stopped.

Jean Grey slowly, inch by inch, turned her head.

The madness that had confronted Wanda slowly faded from her eyes, which were burning with Dark Gold flames, and was replaced by a pure, unadulterated rage—the kind that comes from having one's prey snatched away by an ant!

"You..."

Her voice no longer carried any innocence, but was like a cold wind from the Abyss the universe, each word carrying a temperature that could burn away the soul.

"... You're courting death!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

The Dark Gold sea of fire that had been clashing violently with the Chaos Magic suddenly contracted!

All the flames, abandoning their entanglement with Wanda and Hela, converged and compressed at an unprecedented speed!

In the end, it transformed into a gigantic Firebird with a wingspan exceeding thirty meters and its entire body composed of pure Dark Gold flames!

The Firebird let out a silent roar as it looked up at the sky, its eyes, composed of destruction, fixed on the tiny white figure in the distance, clutching a wheelchair, as insignificant as a speck of dust.