In the ti that followed, Alex's life returned to calm.
Every day was spent eating, drinking, having fun, sightseeing, and enjoying life as a completely idle "playboy king."
You could say he did absolutely nothing serious.
After all, he had just spent a year and a half rampaging around the DC universe. It made sense to stay in Krakoa for a while.
No matter what, he was the king of Krakoa.
He couldn't exactly keep vanishing all the ti.
Of course—
It wasn't true that he did nothing aningful.
During this period of "retirent" in the Marvel universe, Alex was constantly keeping an eye on other parallel universes.
DC was basically close to being cleared. Aside from a Supergirl-related side quest that might still be worth farming, there wasn't much left.
So it was ti to start looking for a new dungeon world.
Over the past two years, Alex had discovered quite a few interesting parallel universes.
There were all kinds of Marvel parallel worlds, all kinds of DC variants—
And even worlds like Naruto, One Piece, Dragon Ball, and many others.
It truly was a multiverse of endless worlds.
Discovering and observing these worlds had beco Alex's biggest pasti over the past two years.
However, among them—
Many worlds—actually, most of them—had power systems that were a bit too low for Alex's current level.
That was simply the truth.
With Alex's present strength, even across the multiverse, he stood firmly at the top of the pyramid.
Aside from a handful of true ceiling-level entities, there were almost no opponents left for him.
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"So many worlds… which one should I go to next?"
Strolling through Krakoa's beautiful park, Alex pondered quietly.
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"Your Majesty!"
"King Alex!"
Along the way, Krakoa's citizens enthusiastically rushed over to greet him.
Their eyes were filled with fervent devotion.
To the people of Krakoa, Alex was practically a god—no exaggeration at all.
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"No way, that can't be real. How could soone have such colorful superpowers?"
"But it's a livestream—how could it be fake?"
"I think it's real. It's just… really flashy."
By an artificial lake, Arica Chavez was chatting excitedly with a group of teenagers.
She was holding up a phone, watching a video while animatedly discussing it.
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"Your Majesty!"
Seeing Alex, everyone imdiately saluted.
"What are you watching?" Alex asked with a smile, nodding in return.
"We found a new superpowered individual!"
Arica held the phone up in front of Alex.
Alex turned to look.
On the screen was a girl who looked about ten-sothing years old, manifesting a massive hand.
That hand was composed entirely of energy—brilliant, multicolored, and dazzling to look at.
As a superpower, it really was extrely flashy.
No wonder Arica had thought it was special effects.
But Alex's heart stirred.
This power felt… strangely familiar.
Could it be—
A realization quickly ford in his mind.
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"People are calling her Nightlight now," Arica added excitedly.
Nightlight.
That confird it.
Alex nodded slightly.
There was no mistake.
The girl in the video was Ms. Marvel.
Ms. Marvel wasn't exactly a mainstream MCU hero, and Alex hadn't paid her much attention before.
But now that he'd stumbled upon her, his interest was imdiately piqued.
For one simple reason—
That bracelet of hers was no ordinary object.
According to canon, it originated from an extra-dinsional realm known as the Noor Dinsion.
It contained extraordinary mystical energy.
Not only could it awaken the "light" within the Djinn bloodline, it also had abilities such as ti displacent and more.
Based on Alex's long-standing experience, that bracelet was undoubtedly a valuable special energy source.
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"Alright… let's go take a look."
Alex made the decision cheerfully.
"You guys carry on. I'll go check out sowhere else."
After greeting Arica and the others, Alex stepped onto his energy surfboard and shot off into the sky.
At the sa ti, he imdiately expanded his super-hearing.
Searching for sounds related to Nightlight.
Before long, his eyes lit up.
"Found her!"
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New York
A Mosque
A wedding was underway.
Guests from all directions filled the hall, singing and dancing joyfully.
They gathered around the newlyweds, laughing, celebrating, and offering heartfelt blessings.
The atmosphere was lively and exuberant.
Among the crowd, a slightly chubby girl wearing a traditional Pakistani red dress danced freely, completely imrsed.
She was grinning from ear to ear.
Of course she was—
It was her older brother's wedding day. How could Kamala not be happy?
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"Kamala, can we talk?"
At that mont, a tall, handso young man—soone who fit Kamala's aesthetic perfectly—suddenly appeared.
Kareem.
A guy Kamala had t a few days ago. Just replying to one of his ssages was enough to make her happy for half a day.
But this ti, she wasn't happy.
She was confused.
She hadn't invited Kareem to the wedding.
And his serious expression didn't look like soone here to give congratulations.
"I need to talk to you. Alone."
Without waiting for her response, Kareem grabbed Kamala's hand and pulled her aside.
"What are you doing? What's going on?" Kamala asked, utterly confused.
"You're in danger. So is your family. I'm here to warn you."
Kareem dropped a bombshell imdiately.
Kamala froze.
"What… what are you talking about?"
This ca out of nowhere.
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"I thought they'd be rational, but they've lost their minds," Kareem said urgently.
"They're coming for you."
"They'll kill everyone here."
Kamala's face went pale.
She knew exactly who he ant.
The Djinn.
After Kamala accidentally put on the bangle and awakened her powers, she had encountered Najma and the Djinn clan.
Najma needed Kamala to use the bangle's power to help them return ho.
But Kamala hadn't been particularly cooperative.
So Najma decided to take action—
To give Kamala so "motivation."
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