→ 20 REVIEWS= 2 BONUS CHAPTER's
→ 150 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER
→ 300 POWER STONES= 2nd BONUS CHAPTER
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– FIRST OBJECTIVE- 17/20 RE.
– SECOND OBJECTIVE:- 127 /150 P.S
– THIRD OBJECTIVE- 127 /300 P.S
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Nova gritted his teeth, pushing himself out of the rubble as Morlun turned his gaze to him once more. The Inheritor's crimson eyes gleamed with an almost predatory delight, his posture relaxed as if he hadn't been struck at all.
Nova knew he was stronger now—Fusion Mode: Human had enhanced his abilities significantly—but Morlun was still overwhelming. He wasn't just powerful; he was experienced, methodical, and utterly relentless. And worse, he was adapting.
It seems he need to go full on Four Arms.
But before Nova could act, Morlun moved again, his speed nothing short of terrifying. His form blurred, a streak of motion cutting through the battlefield as he rushed toward him.
Nova barely had time to brace before an open-palm strike slammed into his torso. The impact was like being hit by a runaway train. Air blasted from his lungs as he was sent skidding backward, carving a trench into the shattered ballroom floor. His ribs ached, even with his enhanced durability absorbing most of the damage.
Morlun was already in pursuit.
But before he could capitalize, a white streak shot through the air.
Ghost-Spider flipped overhead, her movements fluid as she twisted midair, her webbing latching onto Morlun's extended arm. With a powerful yank, she redirected his momentum, sending him stumbling sideways. Without missing a beat, she kicked off from a broken pillar, using it as a launching pad to swing around and deliver a spinning dropkick to his face.
The impact was sharp, forcing Morlun to take a step back—but his expression didn't waver. If anything, he looked amused.
"Oh you didn't run?" he mused, his voice disturbingly calm.
"Never, would we run from a villain like you," a voice called.
Spider-Lady—MJ—landed beside Nova, her movements sharp, controlled. Her crimson mask gleamed under the fractured chandelier lights as she shot twin web-lines toward Morlun's feet. They wrapped around his ankles in an instant, and with a sharp tug, she yanked them apart, throwing his balance off.
Before he could react, a blur of red and blue swung in from above.
"Coming through!" Peter's voice rang out as he rocketed forward, both feet colliding squarely with Morlun's chest.
The force of the impact sent Morlun staggering backward, skidding across the ballroom floor. Spider-Man flipped off him, landing beside Nova with a flourish. "Damn, he's sturdy. You holding up, big guy?"
Nova exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. "Barely."
"Great. That means we're not completely screwed yet."
Morlun straightened, dusting himself off, his expression shifting from mild amusement to something more… intrigued. His gaze swept over the four of them—Nova, Peter, Gwen, and MJ.
"Interesting," he murmured. "An infestation."
His tone was almost disappointed. And then, without warning, he moved.
The air cracked with the sheer force of his acceleration. He was fast—too fast.
One second, he was standing still. The next, he was in front of MJ.
Her reaction was instant. She flipped backward, avoiding the swipe meant to rip into her torso. But Morlun had anticipated it. He twisted mid-motion, his hand lashing out like a whip—and he caught her by the ankle.
"Got you."
MJ's eyes widened, and then she was airborne. Morlun hurled her like a ragdoll toward the far wall.
"MJ!" Nova's voice rang out.
But Gwen was already moving. A web-line shot from her wrist, latching onto MJ's costume. With a sharp tug, she altered her trajectory just enough to keep her from slamming full-force into the wreckage. The landing was rough, but MJ managed to roll with it, pushing herself up with a pained grunt.
Nova clenched his fists. He had to stop this. He activated the Omnitrix again, fingers flying over the dial.
Fusion Mode: Human wasn't enough.
But before he could complete the selection, Morlun turned on him again.
And then he was there.
Nova barely had time to cross his arms in a defensive stance before Morlun drove a devastating punch into his midsection. The force behind it was unreal. Nova felt something crack—maybe a rib—before he was launched backward. He slammed into the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through his body. Pain lanced through his torso, raw and searing.
Morlun didn't stop. He was already descending upon him, one hand poised to tear straight through his chest.
But then the webbing came.
Thick strands of silk latched onto Morlun's arms, yanking him backward at the last second.
Peter and Gwen had both fired simultaneously, their combined strength dragging the Inheritor away from Nova just long enough for him to breathe.
But Morlun wasn't deterred. He flexed his arms, and with a sickening SNAP, the webbing shredded apart like paper.
Nova forced himself to his feet, gritting his teeth through the pain. His vision swam, but he focused.
"That all you got?" Peter taunted, flipping acrobatically onto a broken column. "Because I was expecting a real fight."
Morlun's expression darkened. "Your arrogance is misplaced."
He moved again, but this time, they were ready.
Gwen and MJ struck first, their attacks coordinated. Gwen shot a web-line at his legs while MJ vaulted in from the side, aiming a precise strike at his neck.
Morlun sidestepped smoothly, his movements disturbingly fluid, but Peter was already coming from above, launching a brutal downward kick at the exact moment Morlun turned to counter.
The timing was perfect.
Morlun was forced to block, his arms coming up to intercept the blow. And that was when Nova struck.
Summoning every ounce of enhanced strength, he lunged forward, driving a fist straight into Morlun's exposed side.
The impact sent a concussive shockwave tearing through the air.
For the first time, Morlun reacted.
He staggered, his stance breaking for the briefest moment.
Nova didn't let up. He followed through with another strike—this one aimed at Morlun's jaw. His knuckles collided with bone, sending the Inheritor's head snapping to the side.
Peter capitalized instantly, shooting a web-line directly at Morlun's face, blinding him for a second.
"NOW!" Peter shouted.
Gwen and MJ struck in tandem, their kicks landing simultaneously against Morlun's chest.
The force sent him skidding backward.
For a second, there was silence.
Morlun straightened, tearing the webbing from his face.
His lip was split.
He reached up, touching the blood trickling down his chin. His expression shifted—not with anger, but something else.
Amusement.
"You're better than I expected," he admitted, tilting his head. "But it won't be enough."
And then he exhaled.
The air grew heavy.
Nova's instincts screamed a warning.
And then Morlun vanished.
A blur. A shockwave. And suddenly—
Peter went flying.
He slammed into the ballroom's ruined staircase, the impact loud and brutal.
Morlun barely paused before moving again.
His hand closed around Gwen's wrist before she could react. He twisted, and with a flick of his arm, he hurled her through the air.
MJ tried to intervene, but he caught her mid-motion, his grip ironclad as he drove his knee into her stomach.
She crumpled.
Nova roared, lunging forward.
Morlun turned, his expression unreadable.
"Your turn."
And then he struck.
Pain erupted in Nova's chest as a fist buried itself deep into his torso.
A fraction of a second later—
Darkness.
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Nova was down.
Half-conscious, his body screamed in agony as he lay among the wreckage, barely able to move. Each breath was shallow, each heartbeat a dull throb in his ears. His suit was torn, dark stains seeping through the fabric where Morlun's crushing blows had landed. He had fought with everything he had, but it hadn't been enough. And now, as his vision blurred, all he could do was watch.
Gwen and MJ stood over him, their bodies trembling—not with fear, but with fury.
Morlun barely acknowledged them at first. His gaze lingered on Nova, an air of amusement in his eyes, as though he were nothing more than an insect that had put up an unexpected struggle. With an almost disappointed sigh, Morlun dusted off his sleeve and said, "You were entertaining, but I expected more."
A sharp, venomous sound cut through the broken ballroom. Gwen.
Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, her breathing ragged. "You bastard," she whispered, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. "You hurt him."
Beside her, MJ's posture was rigid, her body taut with barely restrained fury. Every muscle coiled like a predator on the verge of striking. Her voice was a low growl. "You're not walking away from this."
Morlun finally turned his full attention to them, his expression shifting to one of bemusement. "Oh? And what will you do?" His tone was mocking. "Strike me down with your rage?"
Gwen didn't respond with words. She moved.
There was no hesitation, no calculated approach—just sheer, unrelenting ferocity. She lunged, her fist rocketing toward Morlun's face. He tilted his head slightly, prepared to catch it—
THWIP!
A web-line shot out—not from Gwen, but from MJ. It latched onto Morlun's ankle, yanking his balance just enough for Gwen's punch to connect.
CRACK!
Morlun's head snapped to the side.
Before he could fully recover, MJ was already in motion. With a sharp tug, she reeled him toward her and drove her knee into his ribs.
BOOM!
Morlun staggered—not from pain, but from the sheer force of the blow. His eyes flickered with something new. Amusement, yes. But also… a flicker of respect.
"Oh," he murmured, touching his cheek where Gwen's fist had landed. "Now this is interesting."
Peter saw it coming.
"Gwen! MJ! Don't—!"
Too late.
Morlun's arm lashed out in a blur, his grip locking around MJ's throat as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. She choked, struggling, but his hold was unbreakable. Gwen reacted immediately, swinging a kick toward his ribs, but Morlun was already twisting. With a brutal motion, he threw MJ into Gwen's path.
CRASH!
Both women tumbled into the wreckage, groaning in pain.
Something inside Peter snapped.
THWIP!
A web-line shot out, latching onto Morlun's wrist. With a vicious yank, Peter pulled him backward. Morlun turned—only to see Peter swinging toward him, feet-first.
WHAM!
The impact sent Morlun slamming into the ground, his body leaving cracks in the marble floor.
Peter landed between him and the others, his breathing heavy, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles ached. His usual quips, his usual humor—gone.
"You think this is just a game?" Peter's voice was low, dangerously controlled. "You think we're just food for you?"
Morlun, still on one knee, looked up at him with that damnable smirk. "Why else would you exist?"
Peter's hands curled into fists.
"Wrong answer."
He attacked.
THWIP-THWIP-THWIP!
A storm of webbing erupted from his shooters, but Peter wasn't just aiming for Morlun—he was laying traps. Webbing to the floor. Webbing to the ceiling. Webbing to every piece of debris still standing.
Then he pulled.
The entire ballroom collapsed onto Morlun.
Dust and debris exploded outward, choking the air with rubble and shattered stone. The walls groaned under the sudden shift, columns crumbling under their own weight as the wreckage buried the Inheritor beneath tons of marble, steel, and broken chandeliers.
For a long moment, there was only silence.
Peter stood there, chest heaving, his shoulders tense as he stared at the destruction. Gwen coughed, struggling to push herself up from the wreckage. MJ groaned, wiping blood from her mouth as she forced herself onto her knees.
And Nova…
Still breathing.
Still alive.
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