With the sacrifice complete, a vast emptiness now scarred the earth—an unmistakable void that told the world something monumental had once stood here.
But now, that building was gone.
Even if someone rebuilt it, it would never truly be the same.
Under the cover of night, Peter remained unseen. Every surveillance device had already been destroyed by the mutants, and somewhere nearby, someone capable of burying the truth entirely was about to emerge from beneath the ground.
"AAARGH!"
With a furious roar, the Juggernaut tore through the reinforced soil Peter had compressed earlier. His massive arms flexed as he ripped apart the earth, then with a powerful heave, he pulled himself free from underground.
But his rage had reached its peak.
And with it, his sanity crumbled further.
In its place, the boundless power of the demon god Cyttorak surged violently through his body.
Leaping high into the air, Juggernaut faced an empty stretch of land—but that did nothing to quell his fury. His fist rose, carrying unimaginable force, before crashing down without hesitation.
BOOM!
A sharp, cracking sound echoed out.
The ground shattered.
The White House's foundation—reinforced with steel and concrete—was obliterated in a single strike.
It looked as if a meteor had slammed into the earth.
A massive crater spread outward, while crimson energy began to leak from the impact point, corrupting everything it touched.
In the distance, the first surveillance drones arrived, capturing the horrifying scene and transmitting it to screens across the nation.
Inside the Pentagon, stunned silence fell.
They hadn't witnessed the moment the White House vanished.
All they saw… was this demon-like monster reducing it to rubble with a single punch.
"Oh my God…"
If they hadn't already confirmed the President's evacuation, the shock would have been far worse.
…
"Not enough."
Light bent subtly around Peter's body, warped by his telekinesis. A thin, invisible film cloaked him, making him appear almost completely invisible.
Watching Juggernaut annihilate the White House's foundation in one blow, Peter merely shook his head.
This wasn't big enough.
He wanted something greater.
He wanted to kill two birds with one stone.
His own objective was complete—but since he had promised Mystique something, he might as well fulfill it along the way.
After all, Mystique and her Brotherhood of Mutants were a valuable force.
And Peter… was a man who honored his word.
"The chaos needs to escalate. It has to rival what happened on Liberty Island," he murmured. "Only back-to-back catastrophic events can truly ignite public opinion—ignite fear. Once is coincidence. Twice… that's a crisis."
"And when that happens, there are only two outcomes."
"Either all-out war against mutants…"
"Or negotiations—forced by overwhelming public pressure."
War?
That was never going to happen.
Not truly.
Sure, the U.S. government might play dirty behind the scenes—but a full-scale war?
That would only happen if they believed nations like Russia or China would sit idly by while America tore itself apart from within.
And more importantly…
Chaos on that scale didn't benefit Peter.
He intended to rise—to stand at the very peak of life, to rewrite the fate of a so-called "loser" like Spider-Man.
Maybe one day he'd reach the top and find it all meaningless.
But first—
He had to get there.
You can't even call yourself rich and yet claim that wealth is exhausting, that being rich isn't all that great.
Come on.
Anyone within ten miles can smell the jealousy on you.
…
"You want to rage? Want to go berserk?"
"Then I'll play with you."
A ripple spread through the darkness.
An invisible force wrapped itself tightly around Peter's body, forming a second skin—like a living suit of armor.
From the shadows, a figure slowly stepped forward.
Pitch black from head to toe—except for the stark white of his eyes.
Telekinesis had countless applications.
Bending light was just one of them.
…
The moment Juggernaut saw him—
Freshly clawed out from underground, still seething with fury and lacking a target—
He snapped his head toward Peter.
And locked on.
The power of Cyttorak clashed with Juggernaut's own consciousness. The more lucid and kind he remained, the weaker that power became.
But the more furious he grew…
The more he lost himself…
The more terrifying—and limitless—his strength became.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Juggernaut charged.
Each step shook the ground like thunder, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Nearby low-level mutants were thrown off their feet, scrambling to retreat.
Gunfire soon erupted from the perimeter.
Several mutants attempting to flee were mercilessly gunned down.
But they didn't go quietly.
Enraged by pain and bloodshed, the mutants clashed head-on with the arriving National Guard and military forces.
Gunfire. Explosions. Chaos.
Yet none of it compared to the center of the battlefield.
Amid the ruins of the White House—
Two figures stood.
One massive. One small.
And they collided head-on.
BOOM!
The shockwave exploded outward like a hurricane, sweeping across everything in its path.
Peter, clad in his telekinetic "armor," stood firm.
Though his raw physical strength was far inferior to the berserk Juggernaut, the result of their clash showed no sign of weakness.
Peter's body was already formidable—capable of matching the Hulk in his normal state, or a clear-minded Juggernaut.
But more importantly—
The moment he coated his body in telekinesis…
It was like wielding Armament Haki, or the internal energy.
What truly clashed against Juggernaut wasn't his flesh—
But that invisible layer of power.
That force.
That will.
And his telekinesis…
…was powerful enough to trouble even Magneto.
Powerful enough—
To push the Master of Magnetism to the brink of death.
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