World Domination: part 8 (chapter 125)
But it was futile. Henry's mind was like a fortress, impenetrable and unyielding. He felt Druig's attempt like a faint tickle, nothing more than a nuisance. "You really thought you could control me?" Henry sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. With a wave of his hand, Henry telekinetically lifted all three remaining Eternals into the air, their bodies suspended helplessly above the ground. Makkari was still struggling against the crushing gravity, her breath coming in labored gasps. Kingo's hands crackled with energy as he tried to summon another attack, but he was held too tightly, unable to focus. Druig's eyes flared with rage and fear, his mental assault having failed utterly. Henry's expression turned cold and impatient. "I am in a hurry, so I have no time to waste on you," he said flatly.
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And then, with a mere thought, Henry exerted his telekinetic power. The pressure around the Eternals intensified, their bodies contorted as the invisible force crushed them from all sides. Makkari's struggles grew weaker, her speed no match for the relentless grip. Kingo's energy flickered out as his bones began to crack under the pressure. Druig's face twisted in pain, his mind reeling from the overwhelming force.
Henry watched with a detached interest, as if observing an experiment, before finally squeezing his hand into a fist. The telekinetic grip tightened, and with a sickening series of cracks, the three Eternals' bodies were crushed, their lives snuffed out in an instant.
Their broken forms hung limply in the air for a moment before Henry released his hold, letting them fall to the ground in a lifeless heap. The jungle, which had been filled with the sounds of battle just moments before, now fell eerily silent. The once-vibrant Eternals, protectors of Earth for millennia, were no more.
Henry looked down at the fallen Eternals with a faint, almost bored expression. "Well, time to go" he muttered under his breath, before with a flick of his hand, their bodies were lifted once again and vanished into the dimensional cube he carried, of course he had all the essence in his cube, this time however, since he was done with the eternals, he finally turned his attention to one remaining enemy.
-scene change-
On the Wakandan battlefield, the air buzzed with an electric tension as the Wakandan forces prepared for the arrival of a formidable threat. Carriers hovered over the ground, brimming with soldiers whose vibranium weapons glinted ominously under the harsh sun. M'Baku stood tall among his warriors, his booming voice leading them in a resounding war cry that echoed across the plains. The Dora Milaje, unwavering and poised, gripped their spears with steely determination, while T'Challa, clad in his Black Panther suit, surveyed the scene with a stern, focused expression.
The Wakandans knew this was no ordinary enemy. The skies above the force field shimmered with an unnatural light, and then, as if the atmosphere itself was holding its breath, a dark figure began to descend. Floating above the protective barrier was Henry, his presence exuding an overwhelming aura that seemed to warp the very air around him. A small metallic sphere, smooth and enigmatic, hovered beside him, spinning slowly with a foreboding hum, enhancing the power he radiated.
As Henry drew closer, the weight of his power pressed down on the battlefield. The Wakandan soldiers instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, their faces set in grim determination. M'Baku approached T'Challa, his voice deep and resolute as he spoke in their native tongue, "We stand together, brother." T'Challa nodded, his voice a calm command amidst the tension, "Wakanda will not fall today."
Henry, his gaze cold and calculating, surveyed the assembled forces with a slight tilt of his head, as if assessing whether they were worth his time. There was no army behind him, no legions of Outriders or monstrous creatures—just him. Yet, the threat he posed was palpable, more terrifying than any horde they could imagine. The stories of his power, of the heroes and villains alike that he had left in ruins, had reached even the secluded lands of Wakanda.
Without warning, Henry raised his hand, and the sphere beside him pulsed with a deep, ominous glow. The air crackled with an unseen force as he telekinetically ripped a hole on the barrier, which had withstood countless threats.this was all possible due to the sphere which he specially prepared for this event.
[ Name: Sphere of Cognition ]
[ Grade: 7th ]
[ Description: A flawless sphere crafted from alchum, infused with the Essence of the Mind Stone, and forged to perfection. The sphere was further empowered with 100 Essence of Blood, extracted from superpowered beings. This powerful artifact greatly enhances the abilities of its wielder, amplifying mental and physical prowess to extraordinary levels. ]
[ Effects: This sphere was given the function to greatly enhance the wielder's abilities, using the combined power of the Mind Stone essence and the blood of superpowered beings. ]
[ Deterioration-Rate: 1% ]
Thanks to this sphere his abilities were greatly enhanced. "Prepare for breach!" T'Challa's voice rang out, echoing across the battlefield with urgency. Henry floated through the breach, his expression impassive, unaffected by the defences crumbling around him. T'Challa, his Black Panther helmet sliding into place, raised his hand and signaled the Wakandan warriors to charge. "Wakanda Forever!" T'Challa's shout was the rallying cry, and with it, the Wakandan forces surged forward, a wave of fierce warriors charging toward the intruder.
The Dora Milaje, their spears glowing with vibranium energy, launched their weapons at Henry, aiming for his heart. But Henry merely flicked his wrist, and the spears were deflected with effortless precision, spinning away harmlessly. He moved with calculated grace, each motion amplified by the spinning sphere, his telekinesis now a devastating force that ripped through the Wakandan ranks. Soldiers were flung aside like ragdolls, their bodies crashing into the earth with bone-shattering force.
M'Baku, wielding his massive club, charged with a roar, bringing the weapon down on Henry with all his might. But Henry caught the club in mid-air, the sphere spinning faster as it funneled raw power into his grip. With a thought, the club shattered into splinters, and M'Baku was hurled backward, crashing into the earth with a force that left a crater in his wake. Okoye, fearless and swift, leaped toward Henry, her spear aimed directly at his chest. But before she could strike, Henry's telekinesis seized her in mid-air, suspending her helplessly as she struggled against the invisible force.
"Is this all Wakanda has to offer?" Henry's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion as he held Okoye suspended before him.
T'Challa, undeterred, launched himself at Henry, his claws extended and shimmering with vibranium energy. He struck with precision, his attacks a blur of motion. But Henry, bolstered by the sphere's relentless energy, met each blow with telekinetic barriers that absorbed the impact, sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. With a powerful telekinetic blast, Henry sent T'Challa sprawling across the ground, the Black Panther's vibranium suit barely absorbing the devastating force.
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A/N: Listen up, humble peasants. I, King Julian the Third, have decided to write a new Harry Potter fanfic—not the one about pills. Trust me, that fanfic is a lost cause. But this one will be about potions, and only potions. And yes, the protagonist will have a chance of creating a permanent potion from level 1 (not making that mistake again). The story will focus solely on him, while the Trouble Trio and the rest of the world revolve around him.
That was the issue with my first Harry Potter fanfic—it was like a split screen, with one side showing the main character and the other the Trouble Trio. This happened because I made it so the protagonist didn't want any interaction with them, which caused the split narrative and led to me abandoning it. But don't worry, I will try to better myself. So in return, drop the damn stone.
PS: just couple more chapters until we leave this dirt ball