Stark Industries, Underground Laboratory.
Peter Parker was watching everything here, his jaw practically dislocated in astonishment.
Before him, the colossal suit, which still radiated an intimidating industrial aesthetic even in this desperate situation—the Hulkbuster Armor Mark II (Vibranium Enhanced Edition)—stood silently on the maintenance platform.
"Cool... This is so cool, Mr. Stark!" Peter's fingers hovered in the air, wanting to touch but not daring to.
"It's like... like if Gundam and King Kong had a baby!"
"Peter, use less bizarre analogies."
Tony, sporting dark circles under his eyes that qualified him to play a panda, retorted without turning his head, a welding torch in his hand.
His voice was hoarse, but his speaking speed was alarmingly fast, as if the Earth would explode if he slowed down—which was nearly the truth.
"Hand me your wrist. Let me see that Web-Shooter thing."
Peter obediently offered his arm.
Tony glanced at it, his eyebrow slightly raised.
"The chemical formula is interesting, and the tensile strength is incredible. Good, your little brain isn't entirely filled with teenage hormones."
"Listen, kid." Tony tossed the welding torch aside and swiped across a holographic display, bringing up a schematic for a red and gold suit with four mechanical arms on the back.
"I imagine that perverted demon wouldn't appreciate you showing up to his party in pajamas. This is the Iron Spider Suit. I've crammed some Wakandan Vibranium into it."
Tony turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Peter, his tone more serious than ever before.
"Two days. I have only two days to finish it. It might buy you an extra second or two under that monster's fist. But sometimes, a second or two is all you need."
"I'll do my best, Mr. Stark!" Peter straightened his back, though his legs were still subtly shaking.
Meanwhile, at the Long Island estate.
Emperor Frieza had just finished a day of boring and tedious ruler life—which involved sunbathing in his private pool.
"Oh dear, oh dear, how forgetful of me."
Frieza sat up from the lounge chair, elegantly sipping the iced juice handed to him by Natasha, and patted his head.
"I almost forgot a crucial matter: we have a new employee who hasn't signed her employment contract yet."
He was referring to the Scarlet Witch, who was tucked away in a corner, her mind shackled by the power of the Mind Stone.
Frieza snapped his fingers.
Vwoom!
The yellow glow of the Mind Stone faded.
Wanda Maximoff suddenly opened her eyes. Scarlet Chaos Magic instantly erupted from her fingertips, and her eyes burned with hatred fierce enough to incinerate everything.
"I'm going to kill you!!"
Without hesitation, a crimson energy wave blasted straight toward Frieza's face.
"Hmph."
Frieza didn't even lift an eyelid; he simply extended one finger and lightly flicked it.
Snap.
The Chaos Magic, powerful enough to rip apart a tank, instantly dissipated into nothingness, like a popped balloon.
An irresistible, immense force immediately pinned Wanda brutally to the floor, leaving her unable to move.
"What a volatile little wildcat."
Frieza looked down at her, a cruel smile on his lips.
"I know you hate me. After all, I personally blew a hole right through your brother's head. That scene... tsk, tsk, truly tragic and beautiful."
"Bastard! Devil!!" Wanda shrieked, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Curse away, scream all you want."
Frieza shrugged nonchalantly, then pulled a handful of brightly colored gems from his pocket and scattered them on the rug like candy.
Clink, clink, clank.
They were the Infinity Stones he had stolen from the TVA.
"See those? The Infinity Stones."
Frieza poked an orange Soul Stone (TVA version) with the tip of his shoe, his voice dripping with temptation:
"In this universe, this Soul Stone is just a rock. However..."
He leaned down and whispered into her hate-filled ear:
"As long as I find the original Soul Stone of this universe..."
"I can bring back your brother, Pietro."
Wanda's struggles instantly ceased.
She stared blankly at the gems on the floor, then at Frieza's demonic face.
"You... you're lying..."
"Why would I need to lie to an ant?" Frieza sneered. "Look at my power. Is reviving one person difficult for me?"
"Sign it."
Frieza tossed the Soul Contract in front of Wanda.
"Surrender your soul, pledge absolute obedience to me, and I will promise you a future called 'Resurrection.'"
This was, of course, a huge lie.
Frieza couldn't be bothered to revive a slightly fast grunt.
But that didn't stop him from exploiting this obsession to completely control the witch with limitless potential.
Wanda's hand trembled as she looked at the contract, then recalled the horrific image of Pietro's death.
Despair and hope intertwined.
Finally, she bit her finger and pressed the bloody print onto the parchment.
Vwoom!
Soul bound.
Frieza felt the new connection and smiled with pleasure.
"Excellent. Welcome to the Frieza Force."
He clapped his hands, and Loki immediately came forward, carrying a set of clothes.
It was a black, high-cut leotard, paired with white stockings, and a pair of fuzzy rabbit ears.
The classic bunny suit attire.
"Loki, take the others out," Frieza commanded.
"Yes!"
Only the two of them remained in the room.
"Put it on." Frieza sat on the couch, his eyes leering.
Wanda bit her lip fiercely, but under the compulsory command of the Soul Contract, her body moved uncontrollably.
A moment later.
A Scarlet Bunny Girl, her face etched with humiliation but radiating explosive sexuality, stood before Frieza.
"Oh ho ho ho... Not bad. You have great potential."
Frieza nodded with satisfaction, looking over his perfect new collector's item.
"Well, my little witch, let's begin testing your work efficiency tonight."
Time flew by.
The next day, Frieza did nothing but enjoy his debauched, imperial life in the mansion.
Outside, the world was already in turmoil.
Night fell over a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New York.
Earth's last hope for resistance had assembled.
Captain America stood at the front, backed by Iron Man in his brand-new Vibranium suit, Hulk, and Hawkeye.
To their left were Professor X and the entire X-Men team.
To their right were the Fantastic Four, with Reed Richards pushing a massive anti-matter cannon.
The Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One, was present with Wong and a host of mystic arts masters.
There was also a high-spirited figure in a red and gold suit, looking slightly out of place but full of fight—Spider-Man.
Even T'Challa, the Prince of Wakanda, had joined them in his Black Panther suit.
"Has Thor arrived yet?" Captain America asked gravely.
"Heimdall sent word that the axe's forging is in its final stage. The Bifrost will descend directly onto the battlefield tomorrow morning," Barton replied.
Cap nodded, then added:
"Captain Marvel has entered the solar system and is approaching at full speed."
His gaze then shifted to the last area of shadow.
Sitting there was a long-haired man with a vacant stare, his golden energy wildly unstable.
Sentry.
"That is our last resort," Captain America took a deep breath. "Do not awaken the Void unless absolutely necessary."
Silence fell over the group.
Tony looked at everyone and said in a heavy voice:
"This battle is for the future of humanity."
The time Frieza announced for "The Frieza Game" had arrived.
Sunlight pierced the clouds, illuminating what had become the open-air ruins of Madison Square Garden.
The venue was long deserted, save for hundreds of trembling reporters packed into the top tiers of the stands.
They were Frieza's hand-picked audience, tasked with live-streaming the Frieza Game to the entire planet.
On the central arena floor below, the army of the Avengers was fully mobilized and waiting.
Suddenly.
BOOM!!!
An unbelievably terrifying pressure descended from the sky!
Everyone looked up in horror.
In the sky, several figures, enveloped in purple energy, slowly drifted down.
Leading them was the Universe Emperor himself, impeccably dressed in his white suit—Frieza.
Behind him, Apocalypse, Magneto, the Red Devil, and a host of other villains, all in matching, crisp combat uniforms, exuded a terrifying presence.
[Ding! Global despair detected! Fear Value +50!]
[Ding! Fear Value +50!]
...
Watching the continuous stream of notifications pop up, Frieza's smile was as bright as a flower.
This live broadcast arrangement was spot-on!
He hovered in the air, looking down condescendingly at the ant-like heroes below.
Then, he slowly spread his arms, using his ki to amplify his voice to every corner of the arena.
Frieza tilted his head, eyes narrowing, his voice soft yet purely evil:
"Minna-san..." (Everyone...)
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