"ROAR—!"
Even deep within the underground bunker, the people inside the White House could still hear the earth-shaking bellow from above.
Under relentless bombardment, the reinforced gates of the White House had finally given way. The last line of defense collapsed, and Juggernaut burst through like an unstoppable force, charging straight onto the front lawn.
"Fuck… fuck!"
"What the hell is that thing?!"
The remaining security personnel outside dropped their rifles—magazines long emptied—and stood frozen at their posts.
Their weapons were designed to deal with humans.
Not monsters.
…
Underground, inside a facility built to withstand nuclear strikes, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Everyone stared at the surveillance screens.
At the towering red giant.
At the complete absence of injuries on his body.
At the brutal, almost demonic aura radiating from him.
It wasn't just an enemy.
It was a nightmare.
"Mr. President, there's no time left. We must evacuate immediately!"
Stryker didn't even need to push anymore.
After witnessing Juggernaut's destructive power firsthand, the newly elected President no longer had the slightest doubt.
Yes, abandoning the White House during his term would destroy his public image. His approval ratings would plummet.
But if he lost his life—
None of that would matter.
"Shit…"
Forgetting all decorum, the President cursed under his breath.
Being forced to flee the White House while in office—this would follow him forever.
But survival came first.
Without hesitation, he gave the order.
Surrounded by agents and advisors, he was escorted deeper underground, moving through a secured passage that led directly to a private transit system.
A train waited.
Its destination—
The airport.
Air Force One was already on standby.
Above ground, chaos reigned.
And hidden within it—
Peter moved freely.
With all attention locked onto Juggernaut, he slipped through the perimeter without resistance and arrived at the front plaza of the White House.
His telekinesis expanded outward instantly, spreading like an invisible web.
It swept across the entire structure—
Every room.
Every corridor.
Every hidden facility underground.
A complete scan.
Peter's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"Perfect… everyone's gone."
Everything had gone smoother than expected.
The White House—
Was now his.
No—
It belonged to the altar.
But just as he stepped forward—
Heavy footsteps thundered behind him.
"Are you kidding me… go somewhere else!"
At the shattered gates, Juggernaut stood amidst the ruins, fury blazing in his eyes. With no more enemies left to smash, his attention shifted—
To the White House itself.
He hadn't even noticed Peter.
"Buzz—"
An invisible force suddenly manifested.
A telekinetic barrier.
"THUD!"
Juggernaut's massive body stumbled forward as if tripped by something unseen, crashing hard onto the ground.
Of course—
A fall like that meant nothing to him.
His durability rivaled the Hulk's.
But confusion flickered across his face.
What… had tripped him?
He looked down.
Nothing.
His already limited patience snapped.
With a furious roar, he charged again—determined to reduce the White House to rubble.
"Boom!"
The ground beneath him suddenly gave way.
His right foot plunged into empty space, his massive frame tilting violently as he lost balance.
At the same time—
A powerful telekinetic force slammed into him.
…
In an instant—
Juggernaut flipped headfirst—
And plunged straight into a massive pit.
Peter had dug it long before.
When dealing with someone like Juggernaut—an unstoppable brute with absurd strength—
There was no need for a direct confrontation.
Just use his own momentum against him.
With a thunderous crash, Juggernaut was buried upside down like a tree jammed into the earth. His legs stuck out awkwardly, kicking wildly.
The soil around his head had already been compacted and reinforced by Peter's telekinesis.
For now—
He wasn't going anywhere.
Ignoring the furious roars behind him, Peter moved.
In a flash, he entered the White House.
With telekinesis amplifying his speed, his movements were ghostlike—silent and swift in the darkness.
…
Moments later, he stood on a balcony overlooking the interior.
Below him—
The Oval Office.
The core of power within the White House.
Stepping inside, Peter approached the desk.
A historic piece—
Gifted by the British monarch.
One of only two in existence.
The other remained in Buckingham Palace.
Peter placed his hand gently on its surface.
Then—
He spoke.
"System… I want to sacrifice this building."
The altar appeared once more within his consciousness.
Ancient.
Vast.
Endless.
The unseen will responded.
"What… do you seek?"
Peter raised his hands slightly, his eyes burning with purpose.
"Technology."
"More advanced technology."
"More unique technology."
"Biotech. Energy systems. Information networks."
Then his voice deepened.
"Modern isn't enough."
"I want the future."
The wisdom he had just gained made one thing clear—
Power alone wasn't enough.
This world didn't lack power.
Individuals could obtain strength too easily—through magic, science, or even artifacts like the Infinity Stones.
But technology—
Technology changed everything.
And then—
It descended.
From across infinite worlds.
From countless civilizations.
Names echoed through his mind like thunder.
Umbrella Corporation.
Skynet.
Elysium.
Cybertron.
Mother Box.
…
In that moment—The boundaries of the world began to blur.
And Peter Parker…Had just taken his first step toward reshaping it.
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