American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

471. One-on-One with the Seven!

After hanging up the phone, Alex carefully tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket.

Without his magic space anymore, he had to be cautious during the upcoming fight. The phone was brand new, and it would be a shame if it got damaged in the scuffle.

While Alex made his move, the members of the Seven, who had just arrived, also noticed him. One by one, their gazes fell on him, each wearing a different expression.

Following the direction of the mounting pressure, Alex looked up to see the costumed heroes of Vought standing before him. From left to right were The Deep, A-Train, Queen Maeve, Starlight, and Black Noir.

"Oh? Someone's missing. Where's your sunshine-loving, attention-craving big boy?"

Alex stood up, casually brushing off imaginary dust from his clothes, and spoke leisurely.

With Homelander absent, the responsibility of leading the group had fallen on Queen Maeve.

Hearing Alex's words, Queen Maeve frowned slightly. Originally, she had thought that when they arrived, the place would still be in chaos, and their job would be to end the battle.

But to her surprise, the fight was already over. Judging by the ruins around them, the place had been completely destroyed, and it seemed everyone here had been slaughtered. The only question was whether the other side had also obtained the crucial information.

Meanwhile, the others were sizing up Alex. Having confirmed they hadn't seen him before, each of them was curious about his identity—except for Starlight, who quietly breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see Hughie anywhere.

"You must be the mastermind behind all this. You've already got what you came for. Why haven't you left yet?" Queen Maeve ignored Alex's question and asked her own.

At this moment, she was genuinely curious about the unassuming man before her. Since he had already destroyed the lab before they arrived, why was he still sitting here as if waiting for them?

"The reason I chose to stay," Alex said calmly, standing amidst the rubble, "is to give you all an opportunity."

"An opportunity?" Queen Maeve asked, puzzled.

"The system built by Vought is flawed, and all of you know it," Alex stated plainly, his gaze sweeping across the five before him. "Ask yourselves honestly, you've all claimed to be superheroes for so long, but have you truly lived up to that title?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

His calm words carried a weight that silenced the group.

"How many dirty jobs have you done? How many people have you killed in secret for Vought? How many times have you ignored cries for help? Tell me, Maeve, do you really think you deserve to be called heroes?"

"So, what are you trying to say?" Queen Maeve stepped forward, frowning.

"The fall of Vought is inevitable, and you all know it," Alex said seriously, his gaze sharp. "The evidence from Sage Grove Center alone is enough to put them away for over twenty years. And that's not even counting the other labs around the world."

He paused, his tone firm.

"So I'm giving you a chance—a chance to abandon the darkness and step into the light. Walk away from Vought, stand with the people, reveal the truth to the world, and do what real superheroes are supposed to do."

As his words settled, the expressions of the Seven shifted—except for Black Noir, who remained unreadable.

Starlight was the first to glance at Queen Maeve. Her time at Vought had long since bred disgust within her—not just for what The Deep had done to her, but for the suffocating atmosphere created by everyone in the company.

She didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. All she knew was that Vought wasn't the beacon of hope she had once believed in. Its corruption ran deep, like a parasite embedded in its core.

But what could she do? She was just one person, powerless against the behemoth that was Vought.

Now, someone had appeared from nowhere, seemingly leading a force determined to uproot Vought's evil and expose their crimes.

Though Starlight didn't fully understand Alex's motives, she couldn't deny that he seemed more like a true hero than any of them.

Queen Maeve, too, was torn. Vought, the Seven—none of it mattered to her anymore. She had long since seen through it all.

Even without Vought's support, her strength and abilities could take her anywhere in the world. The problem, however, was Homelander.

Homelander was like a guillotine hanging over her head. The more time she spent around him, the more she realized just how terrifying and unstable he was.

Faced with such an unbeatable force, all she could do was suppress herself and play the role of the obedient "good girl" in his presence.

After all, if she angered Homelander, his madness would surely bring harm to the person she loved most.

At this thought, Queen Maeve glanced at Black Noir. She noticed that he had been staring at her since the beginning. Even though he wore a mask, she could feel the menace in his gaze.

As a bisexual woman, Queen Maeve had a long-time boyfriend whom she loved deeply. Under Vought's massive influence, her identity was completely within their control.

And Black Noir's silent warning was all too clear.

Clenching her fists, Maeve sighed inwardly. She raised her head to look at Alex and shook her head slightly before speaking.

"We're doing what superheroes are supposed to do right now. You really shouldn't have stayed here. Now, hand over all the evidence and come back with us to Vought Tower. I'll do my best to keep you alive."

While Queen Maeve was still deliberating, Alex could clearly sense the growth of corruption. As he expected, when these so-called superheroes made the wrong choice, corruption would follow.

Looking at The Seven, Alex could see shadows of other heroes behind them. But those shadows weren't noble or inspiring. Their faces were twisted with malevolence, resembling fiends from the depths of the abyss.

"I've given you a chance. It's you who didn't take it," Alex murmured as he pulled a card from his pocket.

"Don't regret it later."

"You've talked enough!"

Unable to hold back any longer, A-Train roared and vanished in a flash.

Alex's pupils narrowed slightly before he quickly dodged to the side. In the next instant, a fast-moving figure struck where he had just been standing, causing a fierce gust of wind to howl.

Although Alex avoided the direct attack, the whirlwind caused by A-Train's speed sent him flying. After rolling twice on the ground, Alex regained his footing.

"Well, if it's about speed... I'll use this."

The card Alex had drawn was now pinched between his fingers. On the card, Quicksilver, Pietro Maximoff, flashed a confident smile, as though greeting Alex.

A brilliant light flared. Alex's hair turned silver in an instant, and his clothes transformed into Quicksilver's blue lightning suit.

By then, A-Train was already launching his second attack, heading straight for Alex.

Seeing Alex crouched and motionless, a sneer of ridicule flashed across A-Train's face. Circling behind Alex, he raised his right hand and swung a full-force punch aimed at the back of Alex's head.

Time seemed frozen in A-Train's eyes. He could already visualize the scene of Alex's head exploding from his punch. Lightning-fast, he threw his punch.

In the next moment, Alex moved. A-Train saw a flash of silver in front of him. Then, instead of hitting Alex, his fist struck nothing but air.

"How is that possible!?"

The thought surged through A-Train's mind.

Before he could react, pain exploded in his right cheek. A tremendous force sent him flying, slamming him into the grass of the ruins.

"You didn't see that coming?"

Finally uttering that iconic line, Alex was in a good mood. He leisurely strolled past A-Train, then vanished into another silver streak of light.

"This... this can't be happening."

A-Train gasped. He was supposed to be the fastest man alive—or so he believed. At least when it came to running, no one could beat his speed. It was inconceivable for someone to be faster than him.

Even the speedster Shockwave, who often challenged him, wasn't this fast. This level of speed—where A-Train couldn't even see his opponent—was beyond his comprehension.

"Impossible!!"

With a furious roar, A-Train jumped up and accelerated toward Alex.

If it had been Pietro in person, their race would have likely been evenly matched. But Alex wasn't just using Quicksilver's card—this was a Quicksilver whose speed neared the speed of light.

At such a level, even if he couldn't outpace the Flash, crushing A-Train was as easy as pie.

A-Train's barely supersonic speed was no match for Alex's exponentially superior velocity.

A silver streak and a blue blur zipped across the vast lawn, circling around Queen Maeve and the others, stirring up terrifying whirlwinds.

Blocking the fierce wind with her hand, Queen Maeve shouted loudly, "He's provoking you on purpose! Don't let him get to you!"

But A-Train, caught up in his desperate chase, couldn't hear her clearly. And even if he did, he likely wouldn't have stopped.

The two streaks of light raced and collided, their movements too fast for anyone to discern, making it impossible to predict their actions. But one thing was clear: A-Train was noticeably slower and consistently on the losing end.

Finally, after another clash, A-Train was decisively defeated.

His momentum sent him rolling across the ground, digging up grass and soil, before he slammed into the rubble and stopped.

Alex's figure emerged, leisurely strolling toward A-Train as though he were on a casual walk.

"That's all you've got?"

Without waiting for A-Train to respond, Alex stomped down and broke his right leg.

The strike was merciless. Even with A-Train's super-speed healing, the injury would keep him bedridden for at least a week.

After finishing, Alex ignored A-Train's anguished cries as he held his leg. Alex turned slowly, looking at the remaining members of The Seven.

"Next. Who's up?"

.....

📢30 advanced chapters on p@treaon📢
For advance chapters: /Uchiha_Itachi007 (replace @ with a)
472. What Does It Mean to Be a Card Master?
473. Where to Begin?
474. Soldier Boy.
475. 'The Sword of Michael'
476. Movements from All Sides.