The Four Horsemen of Apocalypse

A harsh electric current noise emanated from the TV, catching Storm's attention.

"What are you doing?" she asked Apocalypse, puzzled by his unusual behavior.

"Learn!" Apocalypse responded, closing his eyes as he absorbed information from the television. When he opened his eyes again, his fingers, previously attached to the TV, had been retracted, and he calmly announced, "I have finished learning!"

Apocalypse, having absorbed countless information from radio waves, had gained an understanding of the current era.

"This world has fallen! My subjects, my believers, have abandoned their faith! This is betrayal! How dare you forsake your god and your master. This is blasphemy!"

Apocalypse expressed his disappointment in the world's current state, perceiving it as fallen and corrupted. He believed that the world needed purification.

"Rotten! Fallen! War! Destruction! This world has gone astray! This world needs to be purified!"

Turning to Storm Orolo, he spoke softly, "My child, I feel the pain in your heart. Poverty, hunger, oppression, discrimination—your heart is full of pain. Child, come to me. I will bring you a new life, a life without poverty, hunger, oppression, or discrimination."

Storm, with a non-mainstream appearance, was thoroughly confused by Apocalypse's words. A new life without these issues? Was he suggesting robbing a bank? Storm suspected such actions would lead to death by gunfire.

"My child, your power is divine. However, you have not truly mastered it!"

Apocalypse extended his palm and placed it on Storm Orolo's shoulder, stating with seriousness, "Feel the power of the Storm! You are the master of the Storm and thunder, and you are my knight!"

With his ability of "Abilities Strengthening," Apocalypse activated Storm's mutant genes completely. In scientific terms, this meant the full activation of her mutant abilities.

Lightning crackled around Storm as her eyes turned silvery white, and her hair followed suit.

"Um... Yes... More..."

Feeling the surging power within her, Storm looked at Apocalypse in shock and exclaimed, "This is the strength you've given me, my lord!"

Apocalypse removed his hand from Storm Orolo's shoulder, offering a smile, and said, "Come with me, my Storm Knight. I must find other knights."

"Knight?"

When Storm heard the term, she shrugged and remarked, "Well, it's not the Middle Ages anymore!"

Unfazed, Apocalypse smiled and replied, "Don't worry, the Middle Ages will come soon."

Leaving Storm's residence, Apocalypse guided Storm to an underground bar.

This establishment served as a black market for selling news and prohibited items.

"It's closed. Come back tomorrow if you have something to do!"

Upon entering the underground bar, the bald boss casually dismissed them without raising his head, burning banknotes in the process.

However, Apocalypse and Storm paid no heed and approached the bald boss directly.

"I said, it's closed!"

The bald guy, confident in his status as the boss of the underground black market, intended to teach Apocalypse and Storm a lesson for offending him.

"Deal with them!"

The bald boss shouted, reaching for a gun on the table.

In a flash, a blade of light streaked through the air. A woman dressed in black tights held a katana against Storm's neck.

"Um?"

Apocalypse frowned, about to speak.

"Leaf..."

With a scream, Psylocke's left hand, initially empty, suddenly emitted a blue light, transforming into a lightsaber, pressing against Apocalypse's neck.

"Get out!"

The bald boss yelled at Apocalypse, threatening to throw their corpses out if they didn't comply.

"Nice power!"

Apocalypse paid no attention to the bald guy and directed his smile toward Psylocke, saying, "Child, you possess formidable power. Why do you have to obey the orders of a mere ant? The strong can rule the weak."

"Die"

The bald man, incensed by Apocalypse's defiance, raised the revolver in his hand and pulled the trigger.

"A group of ants is a group of ants!"

Apocalypse shook his finger. The revolver in the bald man's hand instantly decomposed, transforming into a pile of sand that spilled to the ground.

"Child, we are of the same kind."

Apocalypse smiled at Psylocke, reaching out to tap her lightsaber. "Your power is formidable, but it can be even stronger!"

Psylocke's lightsaber exploded into a dazzling brilliance, transforming into a multitude of lightsabers.

Psylocke was thoroughly astonished, gazing at Apocalypse in disbelief.

"Your power is a weapon of thought; it can become any kind of weapon you desire. Not just a sword!" Apocalypse regarded Psylocke with an amused expression.

"What do you want?"

The bald man now realized that Apocalypse was not someone to be trifled with, quickly attempting to soothe him.

"I want..."

Apocalypse pointed at Psylocke, "Her!"

(End of this chapter)

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