Starting as a Class Five Mutant-Chapter 536

Boom!

A terrifying psychic wave spread instantly, enveloping the members of the purple Celestial group.

"Ah—!"

A scream echoed.

"Kiril!"

The surrounding Celestials cried out in shock, looking at the distant White-Clad Hero in disbelief.

"How can a mere mortal like you possess psychic power stronger than ours?"

A lower lifeform from a mere planet—how could he wield such immense psychic strength?

They couldn't believe it.

In the distance, Syd glanced at them but didn't respond. At this moment, he suddenly sensed several golden rings appearing around him.

Instantly, a binding force took hold of him, restricting his movements and abilities.

This was a familiar feeling—he immediately realized it was the doing of Arishem, the Celestial Judge.

At that moment, beside Arishem, a yellow Celestial raised his right hand. A blinding white light flashed from his palm before vanishing.

Syd immediately felt a scorching sensation on his body, as if he were being attacked by an invisible force.

His eyes narrowed, instantly understanding the nature of the assault.

A kaleidoscope of colors appeared before him—he could see spectrums invisible to ordinary eyes.

At this moment, he saw an intense high-energy ray beyond the visible spectrum continuously bombarding him.

"Gamma rays or something similar?" Syd pondered.

From afar, the yellow Celestial's expression turned to shock.

"Why are you completely unharmed?"

While he was in disbelief, Syd remained unsurprised.

As the God of Light, even though his divine form was still incomplete, his resistance and affinity to light were absolute. Trying to kill him with mere light-based attacks? Impossible.

In the next instant, Syd willed his power forward—seizing control of the colorless high-energy rays.

The rays that had been targeting him instantly reversed direction.

Under the stunned gazes of the other Celestials, the yellow Celestial who had unleashed the attack let out a sharp cry.

His golden body was immediately charred, flames igniting across his form.

"You... You can control my power?"

The Celestial, Theo, was in utter shock.

But Syd ignored him.

At this moment, the other Celestials launched their attacks.

The Power Stone and Space Stone on Syd's right hand radiated intense light.

Harnessing the power of spatial manipulation, he vanished from within the golden rings.

In the next instant, the golden rings were obliterated by countless energy blasts.

Had he remained within them, he would have been annihilated.

Syd's Infinity Gauntlet gleamed once more, the Power and Space Stones pulsing with energy.

A moment later, eight Celestials poised for an attack vanished into thin air.

"White-Clad Hero, what are you doing?"

"Teleporting them away is meaningless! They'll be back soon!"

Arishem's voice was cold.

Simultaneously, the remaining Celestials reinforced the spatial barrier.

Syd instantly felt the resistance.

This force prevented him from easily teleporting Celestials away as he had before.

His brows furrowed. For the first time, he felt pressure.

The Celestials had barely begun to fight seriously—they hadn't even started creating black holes yet. How long could he hold out once they did?

Realizing this, he decided to change tactics.

He raised his right hand.

The six Infinity Stones embedded in the golden gauntlet radiated a dazzling glow.

A surge of vast energy flowed through him.

In an instant, his form became ethereal—detached from reality, transcendent.

All incoming attacks phased harmlessly through him.

Upon witnessing this, Arishem and the other Celestials immediately understood what was happening. Recognizing the futility of further attacks, they halted.

Their gazes shifted toward the six brilliant Infinity Stones on Syd's gauntlet.

Arishem spoke coldly, "White-Clad Hero, this is pointless. Your gauntlet won't sustain this forever."

"It will break eventually. And when it does—you will die."

At those words, countless eyes locked onto the Infinity Gauntlet.

Ordinary beings saw nothing amiss. But the Celestials and Dimensional Gods could perceive it—the golden gauntlet was slowly deteriorating.

Just as Arishem had said, it would inevitably break. And when it did, Syd would perish.

...

Dream Dimension.

Watching the battle unfold, Nightmare grinned with schadenfreude.

"White-Clad Hero, are you just struggling in vain?"

"Is this your way of running from reality?"

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"That gauntlet will fail soon. You'll die anyway."

"Stalling serves no purpose," he sneered.

To him, Syd had gone mad.

Why else would he make such a foolish move?

With this, Nightmare finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Syd was as good as dead. He no longer had to fear retaliation.

Meanwhile, in the Dark Dimension, Dormammu and other hostile Dimensional Gods watched with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Now we wait. The moment that gauntlet fails—he dies."

Their eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Time ticked by.

Three minutes passed.

One by one, the Celestials Syd had previously teleported away began returning.

Now, thirty-eight Celestials surrounded him.

Seeing the White-Clad Hero seemingly lost in his transcendent state, their eyes brimmed with ridicule.

They had never encountered such a foolish being.

What was the point of delaying the inevitable?

...

Earth.

At S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury still didn't understand what Syd was trying to do.

But after several minutes, even he, watching through satellite feeds, noticed something odd about the gauntlet.

The golden gauntlet was dimming—small cracks forming on its surface.

"What the hell are you doing, White-Clad Hero?" Fury muttered, suspicion creeping into his mind.

Meanwhile, in the upper echelons of America and other global powers, realization dawned.

One by one, their expressions shifted into expectant grins.

They waited, eager to witness Syd's inevitable demise.

How would he scream?

How would he die?

They couldn't wait to see.

...

Asgard.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Run!"

Thor's face was filled with confusion and anxiety.

Beside him, Frigga, Odin, Heimdall, and even the Warriors Three—all bore the same look of uncertainty and worry.

None of them understood what Prince Balder was doing.

(End of Chapter)

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