In Egypt, in a desert town.
Amidst the aftermath of the earthquake that left the streets in chaos, a man draped in a tattered and old cloak staggered through the crowd, bent over as he made his way out.
No one noticed that beneath his cloak, his skin was a strange, rough, deep blue.
Yes, he was Apocalypse, the supre ruler who nearly ascended to divinity in the old world thousands of years ago.
Currently, Apocalypse was sowhat disheveled, hurriedly fleeing.
Having just used the last bit of energy remaining in his body, he had finally escaped from the pyramid relic buried a hundred ters deep and was back in the open.
However, before he could catch his breath, he sensed a powerful life form approaching, clearly heading towards the pyramid relic. Thus, despite his weakened state, he exerted all his strength to flee.
Struggling to walk along the road, Apocalypse nearly got hit by an oncoming car. He braced against the car as it stopped. Using his innate ability to quickly understand and learn, he rapidly discerned the car's internal and external frawork and functions.
"Get out of the way, are you trying to die?" The driver shouted at Apocalypse.
Apocalypse remained silent, moving aside, and thought to himself, "How long have I been asleep? The world now has such terrifying mutants. Also, these cars… I need to quickly adapt to this new era and reclaim control over this world."
"Earth, your god has returned!"
With a newfound determination, Apocalypse left the bustling streets like a wandering beggar.
In the desert oasis.
Moira shed her clothes and entered the lake to swim, washing off the sweat and sand from her body.
However, before she could put her clothes back on, Caesar landed beside the lake, creating a splash of water as he touched down on the grass.
"Ah!"
Moira was startled and covered herself. Caesar looked at her and said, "Why are you covering up? Everything that needs to be seen and not seen has already been seen."
"That's not the sa!" Moira's face flushed as she quickly dressed her smooth, shapely body and asked, "So, what did you find out?"
"Hmm." Caesar nodded and said, "Beneath the pyramid relic, a hundred ters down, there were indeed signs of soone having stayed there for a long ti. According to what you said, it might really be this so-called Apocalypse. Unfortunately, I arrived too late and didn't encounter him."
"You really went there?!"
Moira was shocked again, thinking Caesar was joking, but he had actually gone underground to the pyramid relic.
"It has been exposed now." Caesar reminded her slowly.
"Ah!"
Moira looked down and saw her clothing strap had slipped again, exposing herself. Embarrassed, she hurriedly adjusted her clothes while Caesar continued to enjoy the view.
"So what do we do now? With Apocalypse revived, the world might be on the brink of collapse," Moira said with a worried expression, looking at Caesar to gauge his thoughts.
Caesar shrugged and said, "Simple. We find him, and I'll deal with him. But if he's hiding in the dark and causing trouble, that's a problem. I don't even know what he looks like, so finding him among the vast population will be difficult."
"Leave that to ," Moira said, patting her chest. "But what will Apocalypse do first after his revival?"
"What else could he do? He'll likely recuperate and recover his strength, and then…"
Caesar paused, his eyes lighting up as he looked at Moira. Moira also looked at him, clearly both of them had the sa thought.
"That's right, Apocalypse's Four Horsen— since Apocalypse has revived and the Four Horsen are not yet resurrected, Apocalypse will surely seek out powerful and suitable mutants first to recreate the Four Horsen to achieve his goal of world domination."
Moira took a deep breath and said, "Powerful mutants… As far as I know, Charles and the others are quite powerful. Besides them, there are also so other mutants in various places who can be considered strong."
While Charles and the others were rescuing Magneto, and Kyle and Moira were investigating Apocalypse, significant events that would change the world were also occurring elsewhere.
…
New York, Underground Black Market Fight Club.
In the fight arena surrounded by a massive electric net, the stands were packed with a diverse crowd of spectators. Amid their enthusiastic cheers, a brutal deathmatch within the iron cage had just ended.
A bald, large man, covered in bruises and with deep scratches on his head, fell face-first into a pool of blood. The young man covered in blood, who had just defeated him, raised his hands triumphantly. Behind him, a pair of white feathered wings spread out in a majestic display.
"Angel! Angel! Angel!"
The crowd chanted the na of the mutant young man, who retracted his wings and watched as ard guards removed the fat man's corpse from the cage.
"Dear audience, wasn't that thrilling? Angel has proven his strength. If you want to defeat Angel, you'll need the creations of the devil!"
A well-dressed host ca forward to energize the crowd, while several ard guards brought a box that emitted strange noises towards the fight cage.
"Now, let's welco Nightcrawler!"
As the host announced loudly, the box was opened to reveal a young man with a dark blue body, pointed ears, and a spiked tail, who was placed into the cage. The spectators reacted with enthusiastic cheers:
"Kill him quickly! I bet you'll win!"
"Tear him apart, Angel!"
"Wow, truly a devil's creation."
Nightcrawler looked around in confusion. Hearing a clunk, he realized the cage's exit behind him had closed.
In a panic, he began teleporting repeatedly. Despite his efforts to appear in different parts of the cage, he ultimately fell to the ground inside due to the interference of the electric net.
"Fight !" Angel beckoned with a finger, urgently saying, "If you don't fight, they'll shoot both of us."
Nightcrawler gritted his teeth, teleporting behind Angel and using his tail to wrap around his neck, spinning and throwing him to the ground. Thus began a fight between mutants under the control of ordinary people in the iron cage.
Outside the cage, in the spectator area, a beautiful, mature woman dressed in revealing clothes walked towards a robust man guarding the cage's electric net, tapping her high heels as she approached.
"Hey hot stuff, how much for one night?"
The robust man whistled. The woman smiled seductively, reached him, and delivered a swift kick to his chin, knocking him out cold.
After this, she revealed her true identity as Raven, pulling down the switch that controlled the cage's electric net.
The now-open cage allowed Angel and Nightcrawler, who had montarily stopped fighting, to make a beeline toward the ard guards below.
…
In a New York high school classroom.
A female teacher was giving a lesson while about twenty students listened attentively. One male student sitting in the back row suddenly began to feel discomfort in his eyes, rubbing them with his hands.
"Curt," the teacher noticed his distress and asked, "What's wrong? Are you causing trouble again?"
"No, teacher."
Scott struggled to open his eyes, which were bloodshot, as if sothing was awakening within them. "My eyes feel hot and painful! It feels like they're about to explode!"
(End of Chapter)
I have finished translating IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the remaining chapters on Patreon. (/c/marvel6395)
Reviews
All reviews (0)