"I am a god,"(chapter 143)
prevoisly in chapter 142
Suddenly, the tension of this boundless energy was on the brink of rupture. The fundamental forces were stirring, trembling in the prelude to an explosion that would tear apart this formless void. The moment of creation was at hand. What began as a ripple in the fabric of non-existence was about to explode outward in an event so immense it would birth everything. The singularity could no longer contain the staggering energies within. And just like that, the Big Bang erupted with unimaginable force—a blast so large, so magnificent. Yet before it could continue, Henry activated his accursed skill: Essence Extraction. He extracted the essence of the Big Bang in its purest, most potent form. Yes, it did destroy him in an instant, but he came back to life and continued the extraction.
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Chapter 143
An endless cycle of rebirth and extraction continued until the entirety of the Big Bang was no more, leaving behind a void. And he didn't stop. No, he continued, repeating the same process hundreds of times. Each time he was killed, he grew stronger and stronger. Just this enhancement alone placed him at a universal level of strength. But, of course, he wasn't satisfied—not in the slightest. With the necessary materials obtained, Henry needed only one more material: his own blood. It was the final ingredient. "But with my current strength, few things could harm me," he thought as he entered his dimension cube. "And I have one of those." He smiled as he used the Infinity Warblade to wound himself, along with a Tier 7 Bleeding Potion, to make himself bleed.
Though the more damage he took, the stronger he became, and his healing factor quickly closed the wound. So he had to try harder each time to make himself bleed. It got more difficult, but eventually, a pond of his own blood formed. With the essence extracted from the Big Bang, the millions of life essences drained from millions of planets, the essence from the gods, their blood and soul and his powers combined, something unique was born—something majestic, an existence far beyond what Henry even thought possible. The moment this thing entered the plane of existence, and the many more neighboring it, it sent ripples through reality—a shockwave so massive it could be felt throughout the multiverse. "Oh, that can't be good," Henry thought as he held a very small amount of dark liquid, darker than the abyss, darker than the infinite nothingness before the Big Bang. This small amount of liquid represented every effort Henry had put into his goals. It symbolized his ideology, his beliefs, his wants, and his needs.
This small bit of existence was his ticket to taking his rightful seat among his fellow champions. And now, he finally had it. "I am a god," Henry uttered, feeling power he had never felt before—not when he controlled time with a single thought, not when he annihilated millions of planets, not when he endured the Big Bang and extracted its essence. No, now Henry truly understood what it was like to hold power in his own hands.
"Go out and cause as much mayhem as possible. Change as much of the timeline as you like. I want you to draw him out—learn everything you can about him, using any means necessary," Henry said to his other self, the alchemical Henry. It wasn't necessary since they both shared the same train of thought, but he gave the command anyway. Then, he consumed the dark liquid, which immediately encased him in a dark, egg-like cocoon.
"Agh, finally, my vision is back to normal," thought Alchemical Henry as his vision was no longer divided like it used to be. He then smiled as he looked at the egg that his main body and consciousness were cocooned into. "After I emerge, I shall finally leave this accursed multiverse," he smiled to himself. He then picked up the Eternal Nanite Armor and the Infinity Warblade. Before he left, however, he didn't go to alternate realities. No, he went back to an exact copy of his original universe, except in this universe, he never existed. "Well, let's start where we left off, shall we?" he said to no one in particular before moving time with a wave of his hand. He then put on some clothes, a black suit to be exact, before touching the ground. He had been floating before.
He arrived at a car park where he saw a sports car, smiling. Henry then touched the car, improving it. It was as if years of improvement had been done in the span of an instant, which he could do, but he was using his alchemical energy to upgrade it. After the upgrade, the car looked completely different. It was now a sleek, futuristic supercar with a bold design that combined fluid curves and sharp lines. Its body appeared aerodynamic, sculpted with precision to reduce drag while maintaining a powerful and intimidating presence. The deep, metallic blue paint gave the car an almost liquid appearance, reflecting light like the surface of a polished gemstone. The front was aggressive, with a low, pointed nose and wide grille, suggesting immense speed capabilities. Its large, glossy black wheels were embedded into the sides, complementing the car's compact yet wide frame.
"Oh yeah," he chuckled as he entered before driving off. He, of course, didn't use fuel or electricity to power it—no, that was for the barbarics. He used alchemical energy to power it, making the car glow green before he sped off to the British Museum.
-scene change-
Later, Erik Killmonger, dressed in high-end streetwear, stood dangerously close to a glass case displaying several West African artifacts. Among the items were masks, tools, and short-range weapons. The museum director, a British woman in her mid-40s, approached him as he studied a war mask. "Good morning! How can I help you?" she asked. Without turning, Killmonger responded, "I was just checking out these artifacts. They tell me you're the expert." She replied, "You could say that."
"They're beautiful," Killmonger said, pointing to a mask. "Where's this one from?" The museum director explained, "From the Bobo Ashanti Tribe, present-day Ghana. 19th century." He continued, "For real? What about this one?" She answered, "That one's from the Edo people of Benin. 16th century." Killmonger, intrigued, pointed to a mining tool nearby, asking, "Now, tell me about this one." She responded, "Also from Benin. 7th century. Fula tribe, I believe." Killmonger smirked, "Nah."
The museum director, amused, said, "I beg your pardon?" Killmonger turned to her. "It was taken by British soldiers in Benin, but it's from Wakanda, and it's made out of vibranium. Don't trip, I'mma take it off your hands for you." The director looked at him incredulously. "These items aren't for sale." Killmonger stepped closer. "How do you think your ancestors got these? You think they paid a fair price? Or did they take it like they took everything else." She glanced at the security guards nervously, touching her stomach. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said.
Killmonger leaned in, whispering, "You got all this security watching me ever since I walked in. But you ain't checking for what you put in your body." The director's eyes widened in terror. One of the security guards approached, "Alright, mate. Let's have it. Come on, mate." Killmonger casually replied, "I think she might not be feelin' too good." As he spoke, the museum director slumped to the floor, clutching her stomach. Killmonger shouted dramatically, "Hey! Somebody get some help! Call a doctor, please!" The guards rushed to her aid, radioing for medical assistance.
Two EMTs arrived quickly, pushing a stretcher into the museum. Leading them was Ulysses Klaue, accompanied by Limbani, another EMT. "Let's give the lady some space," Klaue commanded as Limbani urged, "Step back, please, gents." The museum-goers scattered as Klaue and Limbani pulled out silenced pistols, swiftly shooting two of the guards dead. Klaue turned to the last remaining guard, "Hey, come here. It's okay, you can go. Just don't tell anyone, alright?" The guard hesitated, then ran. Klaue shot him in the back. Killmonger, watching, asked, "Bro, why you ain't just shoot him right here?"
Klaue, unfazed, answered, "Because it's better to leave the crime scene more spread out...makes us look like amateurs." He then removed his glove, revealing a bionic hand, and shattered the protective glass surrounding the mining tool. "That's just a taste," Klaue said, as he picked up the hammer. His hand sizzled blue as the grime fell off the tool, revealing pure vibranium. Smelling it, Klaue grinned, "Whoo...You're gonna be rich, boy." Killmonger warned, "You better sell that quick." Klaue chuckled, "Oh, it's already sold."
Klaue loaded the vibranium hammer into the stretcher, breaking off its wooden handle. Killmonger noticed a haunting mask nearby and added it to the gurney. "You're not telling me that's vibranium too, eh?" Klaue joked. Killmonger shook his head, "Nah, I'm just feeling it." He then laid down on the gurney as Limbani placed an oxygen mask over his face. As they wheeled the stretcher out, Klaue and Limbani loaded it into an ambulance. Killmonger moved to the front, kissed Linda, the barista-turned-accomplice, before she hit the siren and sped off. However, they didn't get far before a sleek, futuristic sports car blocked their path. "Oh, that's a babe, right?" Klaue said with a grin. Killmonger replied, "And it looks like it has fangs too." In front of the car stood a man, leaning casually and waving at them.
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A/N: Well, you guys are getting an early chapter because I'm going to be busy. Anyway, you knew I had to include a clone somewhere in my fanfic—it's a must! But at least this clone is exactly like Henry. I also just started writing the final fight scene for this fanfic (finally!). I'm definitely stopping at the seventh film for my upcoming Harry Potte fanfic. Well, I might include some shenanigans with the Time-Turner and Fantastic Beasts movies. I've already finished the first year of chapters for my upcoming Harry Potter fanfic.