Victor Von Doom was a powerful villain.
Even the Fantastic Four combined struggled against him.
Yet, this terrifying superhuman was killed by the Ice Demon without even a chance to fight back.
Ice crystals, the frozen atoms of Doom's armor, danced in the air of the Grand Hall.
The remaining 100+ superhumans trembled in fear.
The Bald Priest's intervention hadn't stopped the Demon's rampage.
Wenwu, the Master of the Ten Rings, smiled gently.
"Gentlemen, if you want to live, we must strike together. Use your abilities to distract the Demon. Leave the killing blow to us 'old monsters'."
To win, they needed consensus.
Wenwu was powerful, but this young Asian man gave him a feeling of suffocation he hadn't felt in centuries.
The Bald Priest turned and nodded indifferently.
Dracula, the elegant Italian descendant, smiled wickedly.
He agreed.
The Priest ignored Dracula's demonic nature. The Church's hatred for the Ice Demon—who froze the Vatican—outweighed their hatred for vampires.
Vincent was Public Enemy No. 1.
"I gave you mercy, but you treat it as a joke. Those who want to live can leave now. I only kill those who attack me or harbor malice."
Alliance?
Sorry.
Vincent only needed to offer a sliver of forgiveness, and their fragile alliance would crumble.
Sure enough, seeing Vincent's power, many superhumans wavered. Their courage broke.
"But remember: Keep tonight a secret. Anyone who leaks my identity won't have a happy ending."
Vincent's killing intent boiled over.
"Hahaha! A demon is a demon. No honor!"
Wenwu laughed.
"Attack now! Or you have no chance!"
Bang!
The Punisher fired a sniper round at Vincent's forehead.
Ding!
The bullet hit Vincent's skin and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.
Rat-tat-tat!
Submachine gun fire followed. Bullets sparked off Vincent's skin like rain, doing nothing.
"You choose death."
Vincent raised a hand. Light gathered.
The Punisher tried to dodge.
But against Light Speed, he was slower than a turtle.
"I gave you a chance."
Vincent's eyes burned crimson.
Omega Beams!
In an instant, the jagged red beams could have wiped out the entire room.
But Vincent spared about a third of them.
The true heroes. The ones without sin or malice.
The rest—the hypocrites, the murderers, the mercenaries—were targets.
The entire Empire State Building shook.
Even Wenwu, the Priest, and Dracula felt the terror of the Death Beams.
The air filled with the smell of burnt ozone and flesh.
The bodies were vaporized instantly into ash.
"Now, the clutter is gone. Those who don't want to die, kneel."
Thud.
Tony Stark fell to his knees. His armor systems were screaming warnings.
Warning: Heat signature exceeds 1 Million Degrees Celsius.
His Iron Man suit was paper before this god.
Wenwu clenched his fists, the Ten Rings humming with power.
The Bald Priest opened a Bible. An Angel descended and merged with his body.
Dracula dissolved into black mist.
The Fantastic Three (Ben was injured) stood defiant.
Vincent slowly loosened his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket.
"Why do I give you the illusion that you can win? It will only get you killed."
ZAP.
He moved.
Flash-like speed.
His hand, heavy as a millstone, slammed Ben Grimm into the floor.
He kicked the Human Torch out of the air.
He swept Reed Richards' legs, ignoring the elasticity, sending him crashing into the wall.
Wenwu leaped, golden energy exploding from his body.
The Ten Rings wrapped around his arms. Iron Wire Fist.
Vincent countered. Eight Extremities Lost Track Fist.
Superman using Kung Fu?!
Gods fall before me!!
BOOM.
The impact shattered the top floor of the Empire State Building.
Wenwu was blasted back.
In his horrified eyes, Vincent calmly grabbed his arms.
RIP.
Vincent tore Wenwu's arms off.
The Ten Rings slid onto Vincent's arms.
Wenwu fell to the ground, body shattered.
Before he hit the floor, Vincent froze him.
Absolute Zero.
Without the rings, Wenwu couldn't resist the Tier 3 Ice Fruit. He shattered into ice dust.
Vincent felt the power of the Ten Rings. Endless energy.
"Next... the Angel and the Vampire."
Only thirty people remained alive on the roof.
Vincent focused on the Priest and Dracula.
The Priest was the Church's strongest weapon, backed by a Seraphim.
Dracula was a legend.
And there was one more... Ghost Rider.
The Penance Stare was dangerous. But the Rider would never get the chance to use it.
"Lord, the Demon is before me. Grant your servant Holy Light to judge this Ultimate Evil!!"
The Priest crossed himself, looking to the sky.
Dracula didn't move.
He feared the Priest. This was an Ascetic Monk, the only one who escaped the Vatican freeze.
Dracula wanted to run.
This human's power exceeded his understanding. Vincent might not kill him, but eternal freezing was a fate worse than death. Dracula liked his nightlife.
Vincent smiled.
He glanced at the survivors kneeling or standing in shock.
He regretted killing Frank Castle (Punisher). But Frank attacked him. Frank was a revenant of vengeance; he would never stop. So he had to go.
He saw Jessica Jones.
She stood quietly, holding a drink, leaning against the wall, smiling at him.
She had accepted her role. His "half-lover." Friendship plus benefits, minus pressure.
Daredevil stood nearby, head bowed, mourning Luke Cage.
Luke Cage, Power Man, lay dead. Half his body was gone.
The Omega Beam had burned through his unbreakable skin and continued burning. Even Luke couldn't tank a million degrees.
No one moved. They survived only by Vincent's whim.
Vincent looked at the Priest.
Holy Light intensified.
A Six-Winged Seraphim (Seraph) phantom appeared behind the Priest.
The pressure was immense.
The surviving heroes felt hope. The light of God.
Only Dracula looked pale.
"Haa~~"
A breath from Hell.
Ghost Rider stood up.
The Omega Beam had pierced his heart, but his bones were reforming in Hellfire.
The Priest smiled.
Holy Light blessed the Rider, keeping him anchored.
Combined with his vengeance, the Rider was stronger than ever.
"Ridiculous. God saving a Demon? Religion really has no shame."
"If Mephisto were here, I'd negotiate. But you? You're just a construct of Zarathos and a Spirit of Vengeance. Powerful, but not enough."
Vincent admired the Rider's durability.
The Rider ignored him and stepped forward.
Black Ice.
Vincent unleashed it.
The ice wrapped around the Rider, extinguishing the Hellfire, freezing the atomic motion of his bones.
The Rider wailed in despair.
"The coldest power in the world freezes even divinity."
Vincent spoke coldly.
This was God-level atomic manipulation. Absolute Zero was a rule. It negated all energy.
"Ice Demon. You live up to the name."
The Priest flexed. His clothes burst.
Muscles like coiled dragons. Filled with Holy Light.
The Seraphim wings manifested physically on his back.
He spread his wings, unleashing infinite light.
Vincent stood like a dark god, his Kryptonian body a mountain blocking the light.
"Is that all?"
ROAR.
Dragon and Elephant roared within him.
Three Devil Fruits + Kryptonian Cells + 13 Dragon-Elephant Force.
Space collapsed around him, forming a black hole that swallowed the Holy Light.
Glint-Glint Fruit Awakening.
Vincent began to eat the light.
Holy Light is still light.
The Devil Fruit was a conceptual rule. Vincent dominated Light.
Compared to Kizaru, this was godhood.
Light was assimilated, melted, twisted. The will within the Holy Light dissolved.
The Seraphim Priest charged.
Pure speed. Pure strength. Human limits broken.
"You guys love charging in a straight line."
No technique. Just brute force.
But in Vincent's eyes, it was slow.
Super Brain. Psychic Prediction.
Vincent caught the Priest's fist.
He twisted the arm.
He punched the Priest in the heart.
BOOM.
The heart shattered.
But the Holy Light kept him alive, rapidly repairing the organ.
The Priest vomited blood.
Vincent didn't give him a chance.
Eight Extremities Combo.
He pummeled the Priest into a bloody pulp, his internal energy shattering the Angelic Source within.
The battle was fierce.
Blinding light covered New York.
The Seraphim phantom screamed in the sky.
But it couldn't stop the beatdown.
Vincent tore the six wings off the Priest's back.
He devoured their light energy with his Glint-Glint fruit.
The light faded.
Thirty seconds later.
New York opened its eyes.
The Priest lay on the floor, a puddle of flesh and blood. Dead.
He was strong. Stronger than Tier 2 Vincent. But against Tier 3 Vincent? Trash.
Vincent covered the remains in Black Ice, erasing the evidence.
"Hmph. Dracula ran away. Smart bat."
Dracula was gone. Vincent sensed his life force fleeing the city.
Reed stood up.
The Fantastic Three were battered but alive.
Sue Storm (Invisible Woman) was missing. Vincent hadn't sensed her... or maybe she was hiding too well.
"I could have killed you. But I spared you. Remember this: You owe me a life."
Vincent looked at Reed.
Reed was silent.
He knew the Ice Demon hadn't used his full power.
Vincent stood before them like a Merciful God who held a butcher's knife.
It was a hateful feeling.
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