Liam and Cap tore through the Chitauri ranks like a storm. Every time Cap's shield flew across the air, Liam was already there — catching it mid-spin or following up with a brutal punch that sent aliens crashing through cars. The two moved in sync, barely needing words. They kept the streets clean while the rest of the world fell apart above them.
Overhead, the sky was pure chaos. Tony darted through the air like a jet on caffeine, blasting Chitauri ships out of the sky with precise repulsor shots. Thor wasn't flying — he was ripping the clouds open. Every swing of his hammer brought thunder and lightning crashing down, vaporizing entire squads of aliens in blinding flashes.
And Hulk? Hulk didn't give a damn about strategy. He was a one-man apocalypse — smashing buildings, hurling Leviathans into towers, roaring like the world owed him a fight.
Liam hadn't seen Thor up close till now, but when he did, holy hell. The guy was glowing with lightning, literally tearing through metal monsters like paper. Liam guessed that was why Thor didn't use a comm. With the way he called down lightning, the damn thing would fry faster than a cheap toaster.
Time blurred together — explosions, screams, smoke, and fire. Liam didn't know how long he'd been fighting. Every minute felt like an hour, but he didn't stop. He switched between his normal and Unbreakable Form of his quirk as needed — smashing through Chitauri squads, shielding civilians, dragging people from wrecked cars.
He'd lost count of the number of aliens he'd crushed, but not the number of people he'd saved. Fifty-three. Maybe fifty-four, if that old man from the cab hadn't kicked the bucket. It wasn't hero work — it was survival. But still, that number felt… good. It meant something. And yeah, if people remembered his face for saving their asses, that wasn't the worst thing in the world either.
He crushed another alien's faceplate, wiped its blood off his knuckles, and deflected a plasma bolt with his forearm and opened the interface in his mind. It was just another function provided by his mystical wheel.
It wasn't some annoying "ding!" system like in all those webnovels he'd read. No robotic voice screaming Quest Complete! or some bullshit like Kill 10 aliens for a pat on the back. It was simple. Clean. Direct.
It just listed what he had — what made him strong — and the number of plot points along with its conversion rate.
And best of all, no voice ordering him around like he was some game character.
•••Interface•••
~Abilities:
1)Wolverine's Regeneration
Level 1: (03/ 1000)exp
2)Perfect Pain Immunity
Level Max
3)Hardening Quirk
Level 1: (04 / 1000)exp
~Plot Points: 220
Conversion Rate:
1 Plot Point = 5 XP for any ability
100 Plot points= 1 spin
Notes:
1. Abilities can be enhanced through: Direct training, Real combat experience and Investing Plot Points
2. Some abilities have reached their absolute limit and are labeled as Level Max — these cannot be improved further by any method.
3. Plot Points are granted based on:Your involvement in the storyline, the scale of changes you cause (minor or major) and the significance of your actions within the plot.
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'Two hundred and twenty points,' he thought. 'That's a hell of a lot for not changing shit at all…'
Because that was the truth — he hadn't changed anything. Not really. Maybe a few civilians who were supposed to die had lived because of him. Maybe a few extra aliens had their skulls crushed. But those were tiny changes. Fleas on the back of a fucking elephant. The main story? Still running perfectly on schedule.
And that was the problem.
He knew how this was supposed to go. The nuke gets fired. Tony grabs it. He flies it through the portal. Big explosion. Portal closes. Loki gets slammed by Hulk like a ragdoll. Then they all eat shawarma and pose like heroes.
Perfect. Too fucking perfect.
It wasn't that Liam didn't want to change things — he just couldn't. Not yet. He didn't have the power, not the kind that could actually twist the story in his favor. Against gods, aliens, and nukes, he was still just a guy with a hardening quirk and healing that was Wolverine's level.
'What the fuck can I even do?' he thought, stepping over a smoldering Chitauri corpse that still twitched.
The answer was simple — survive. Keep killing. Keep saving whoever he could. Grind. Level up. Wait for his shot. Because that shot would come — after the battle, when S.H.I.E.L.D. started cleaning up. That was when Fury would show up. And when HYDRA's dirty secrets came out earlier than they were supposed to, that'd be the real turning point. His turning point. The one that would earn him serious plot points.
Just before he could let the thought settle, Natasha's voice burst through the comms — sharp, breathless, and urgent.
"Cap! Tony! I've got Selvig!" she shouted over distant gunfire. "He said Loki's scepter can interfere with the Tesseract's energy field. I have it — I can use it to shut the portal!"
Tony's voice came through the comms instantly — steady but tense. "No! Romanoff, hold on — don't close it yet!"
Static filled the channel for a second before his voice returned, louder, sharper. "We've got a problem — Fury just called me. There's a nuke heading for the city!"
Cap's voice came in next, grim and tight. "A what?"
"A nuke!" Tony snapped. "One of the council members went over Fury's head and launched it straight for Manhattan. They think wiping out the city will stop the invasion."
Natasha's voice dropped, serious and cold. "If that thing hits, millions of people will die."
Liam clenched his jaw. "They're seriously nuking New York?" he said, acting shocked. "Fucking idiots."
Tony's voice was sharper now — the sound of air rushing past his armor crackling through the comms. "I'm going after it. Someone's got to catch the damn thing before it lands."
Cap's voice followed quickly. "Stark, there's no way you'll reach it in time—"
"I don't have to reach it," Tony interrupted. "I just have to intercept it and change its direction, sending it straight into the portal on the other side."
Liam's stomach twisted. He knew this scene too well. He'd watched it a dozen times — Tony carrying that missile into the portal — but hearing it now, living it, was different. The tension wasn't cinematic. It was real.
"Tony," Cap said quietly, almost like he already knew what would happen, "you know what happens if you go up there."
"Yeah," Tony replied after a short pause, voice steady. "I know."
Then the line went quiet, just static and wind.
Liam looked up, eyes tracking the faint red-and-gold streak in the sky — Iron Man cutting through the smoke, heading straight toward the rift.
He swallowed hard, thinking, 'The movie didn't do this justice… it's a whole different kind of fucked when you're standing in it.'
Everyone on the ground and in the sky — Cap, Thor, Natasha, Hulk, and even the agents back on Fury's Helicarrier — watched in silence as Tony's red-and-gold armor shot toward the portal along with the nuke.
Liam already knew how this would end and he knew that Tony would be back compeletly safe. The second Tony vanished into the rift, he didn't hesitate. The Blue Wheel appeared in his vision, glowing with energy. He quickly used 200 plot points converted them into exp points, and upgraded Wolverine's Regeneration from Level 1 to Level 2.
He had been thinking about this decision the entire battle. His healing was good, but not enough. Decapitation could still kill him. Instant vaporization could still erase him completely. And without the adamantium skeleton, his body was still made of flesh and bone — it could break. He needed to fix that weakness.
When the upgrade began, Liam felt it immediately — a surge of power ripping through him, rebuilding every cell in his body. His veins glowed with blue energy from the Wheel, and thanks to his Perfect Pain Immunity, he felt no agony during the transformation. It lasted only a few seconds, but when it ended, he felt different — heavier, stronger, and more alive than ever before.
Then, the new ability data appeared in his mind.
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Wolverine's Regeneration
Level 2: (03/100,000)exp
1. Healing Speed:
•Cuts, bullets, and stabs heal instantly.
•Organs and deep wounds repair within a second.
•Limb regrowth within 3 –5 seconds.
•As long as a small part of his brain survives, the Blue Wheel can rebuild his entire body — even if the heart and everything else are vaporized within 25- 30 seconds.
But if the brain is completely erased, regeneration becomes impossible, resulting in true death.
•Regeneration draws power from the Blue Wheel, a constant internal energy source — no need to eat or rest to recover.
2. Brain & Nerves:
•Instant neural regeneration — headshots or brain damage heal immediately with full memory retention and no loss of consciousness.
Note: Unlike original Wolverine, Liam's regeneration instantly rewires neurons as they heal — so even brain and heart damage cause no disorientation or blackout.
3. Skeletal Reinforcement:
•Healing factor continuously remineralizes, compresses, and hardens bone structure.
•Skeleton evolves into a self-repairing organic alloy — extremely dense yet flexible.
•Durability of the skeleton structure with constant wear and rear followed by regeneration can reach approximately 70% the strength of adamantium,
•Current Durability: 0.006% of Admantanium metal
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