Henry Kills the MCU: part 1 (chapter 113)

A/N well, i told you this was coming, and of course previously is back

prevously in chapter 112

Yet from those ashes, a phantom bug emerged, its translucent wings beating rapidly as it took flight. Henry watched it go, a frown creasing his brow. He unleashed a burst of fire in its direction, but the flames passed harmlessly through the creature, unable to harm it. Frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior as he muttered to himself, "HE this and HE that." but despite that, henry had a clear goal, and nothing was going to stop him from accomplishing it.

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Chapter 113

As the bug disappeared into the smoke-choked sky, Henry's mind turned to the enigmatic figure behind these events. Whoever this mysterious "HE" was, he was a force to be reckoned with—a dangerous adversary who had orchestrated a series of devastating blows against him. And though Henry had an inkling of who it might be, he knew that facing this new threat would require all of his cunning and strength. The battle was far from over, and the path ahead was fraught with peril.

-scene change-

Inside the dimly lit caverns of Henry's first hideout, a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing off the metallic walls. The air was thick with tension as they carried the massive, unconscious body of Terry the turtle, now sedated after his rampage. The agents exchanged uneasy glances as they maneuvered through the narrow passageways.

"Why aren't we killing this thing?" one agent grumbled, casting a wary eye at Terry's hulking form. "It killed a lot of our brothers."

"Because the director wants to see what the alchemist put in it," another agent replied, shifting his grip on Terry's shell. "They think it might help us understand his experiments."

As they approached the hideout's entrance, a sudden chill ran down their spines. There, sprawled in the dirt, was the body of one of their fellow agents, his skin shriveled and taut like a dried-up husk. The gruesome sight stopped them in their tracks.

"What the hell?" one agent muttered, his voice tinged with horror.

Before they could process the scene, a black, razor-sharp blade whistled through the air, striking one of the agents in the heart. He gasped, blood draining rapidly as the blade absorbed it, leaving him to collapse lifelessly to the ground.

Panic surged through the remaining agent as he dropped Terry's body in fright and stumbled backward. His retreat was halted abruptly as he bumped into something solid. He turned, heart pounding, only to find himself face-to-face with Henry.

With a flicker of contempt, Henry seized the agent by the head, his touch igniting a searing heat that reduced the man to ashes. The agent's screams were cut short, his body disintegrating in seconds. Henry exhaled slowly, surveying the remnants of his handiwork before reaching down to pick up Bast, his vibranium sword. The weapon, designed to absorb blood and enhance itself, glinted with dark energy as it rested in his grip. Henry then hoisted Terry's body over his shoulder, a faint smile playing at his lips.

"And all this time, to think that I found you a nuisance," he mused, his thoughts turning toward the destruction of his empire.

As Henry stood there, a metallic cube materialized in the air before him. This was the Dimensional Cube, a marvel of alchemical engineering and mystic power, its surface reflecting the ambient light with a dull gleam.

[ Name: Dimensional Cube ]

[ Grade: 7th ]

[ Description: The Dimensional Cube is a remarkable creation, made from the pieces of the fearsome Destroyer Automaton that has been further enhanced and perfected. This cube consists of two parts: an inner shell and an outer shell. Crafted from Destroyer's Ignot, the cube possesses unparalleled strength and durability. ]

[ Effects: The inner shell has been granted the function of an expanded interior, utilizing the potent Essence of Tesseract Energy and a small amount of essence extracted from the Aether, making it capable of holding 10,000 cubic meters inside as well as making it habitable for living beings. The outer shell has been given the function to be soulbound to Henry, facilitated by the use of Henry's soul essence, meaning that no one aside from him could use it. ]

[ Deterioration-Rate: 0% ]

The cube was Henry's mobile base, a project he had poured his genius into for years. Inside, it contained a livable space equivalent to 333 rooms, each filled with the fruits of his labor. Rare herbs and alchemical supplies were transplanted there, alongside the coveted Golden Library. The space was a testament to his foresight, a sanctuary for his most valuable possessions. Henry stepped into the cube, its seamless technology transporting him to a spacious, gleaming chamber. Here, the chaos of the outside world faded away, replaced by a serene, controlled environment. The air was cool and clean, the walls lined with neatly organized shelves holding vials and books.

He moved to a small pool of shimmering liquid, gently lowering Terry into the healing potion bath. The turtle settled in with a soft splash, the restorative brew beginning its work. Henry watched the creature with a mixture of affection and resolve. "Don't worry, they will pay, a thousand fold," he promised, his voice echoing in the stillness.

Though he had chosen not to confront the Avengers and protect his warehouses, Henry was not a man to forgive such affronts easily. The Ancient One had sacrificed her order to stall him, even locking the space to prevent his teleportation. Yet, he knew that nothing in those warehouses compared to the power of the infinity stone he now possessed.

He had a plan, and he would ensure that those who dared to cross him faced the full weight of his wrath. The thought of revenge simmered beneath his calm demeanor, a fire kindled by the losses he had endured. As he watched Terry begin to heal, Henry's mind was already plotting the retribution he would unleash.

Henry walked through the dense forest, the leaves crunching underfoot as he approached the remote cabin hidden among the trees. The evening light filtered through the branches, casting long shadows across the ground. The air was still, the only sound the distant chirping of birds settling in for the night.

Ahead, nestled among the towering trees, was the rustic cabin belonging to Clint Barton, known to the world as Hawkeye. Smoke rose lazily from the chimney, and the warm glow of lights seeped through the windows, a picture of serene domesticity. This was the home where Clint had sought refuge from the chaos of his life as an Avenger, a sanctuary where he could be with his family. Henry's expression was calm, almost detached, as he strode up the steps to the front door. His knock was firm and deliberate, echoing through the cabin like a portent of doom. He waited patiently, listening to the sounds of footsteps approaching from within.

The door swung open, revealing Clint Barton. His eyes widened in recognition, and a flash of panic crossed his features. Without hesitation, Clint lunged forward, his reflexes honed from years of combat. But Henry was faster. With a swift, precise movement, he struck Clint with a single, powerful punch. Clint staggered, his vision blurring as the world tilted around him, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

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A/N: I am finally getting to this part, and don't worry—they will pay, all of them, the women and the children too (it's a reference; no child is ever harmed in the making of this fanfic). Anyway, world domination starts.

P.S.: I picked Raid: Shadow Legends back up again. I swear I've dropped and picked up this game more times than a drug-addicted mom has dropped and picked up her 2-year-old baby, anyways time to rank up the deathknight from 1 start to 6, i swear these cultivation novel have me training these low level character and trying to make them gods.