Boom!
Now that Alex had located his target, there was no reason to waste another second.
He unleashed his super speed—
and in a blur of golden light and concussive wind, he shot straight toward the fortress perched on the edge of the sea.
That was where Themyscira kept its Mother Box—
the divine relic the Amazons guarded more fiercely than any crown, more faithfully than any queen.
Built atop a towering seaside cliff,
the fortress itself was a marvel of divine craftsmanship—an ancient citadel of marble and gold,
its walls engraved with prayers to the gods and wards meant to repel invaders.
Generations of Amazons had lived and died ensuring that no trespasser ever breached its gates.
Impenetrable. Unbreakable. Eternal.
At least, that was true… until Alex arrived.
BOOM!
A thunderous sonic boom split the air, the shockwave rippling across the cliffside as his figure materialized in midair outside the fortress.
The impact alone sent waves crashing violently against the rocks below.
> "What was that sound?!"
"What's going on?!"
The guards on duty stiffened at once, every muscle tightening with alarm.
They had already been on high alert since the first missiles struck the island,
but what they heard just now wasn't the sound of human machinery—it was faster, sharper,
as if a thunderbolt had taken human form and torn through the sky.
They barely had time to react before—
KRA-KOOM!
The entire fortress shuddered violently, as though an earthquake had ripped through its foundations.
Loose dust and fragments of stone cascaded from the vaulted ceilings.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
A rapid, deafening chain of impacts followed.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the Amazons' eyes went wide with disbelief.
The outer wall—
had a giant hole punched clean through it.
Not just one wall.
Eight layers of enchanted stone and steel—each etched with divine runes and battle wards—had been smashed apart in a straight line.
In the blink of an eye, the fortress's strongest defenses lay in ruins.
The Amazons froze in horror.
> What… what kind of power is this?
Who could possibly do this? A god?
> "The fortress has been breached!"
"Katy, signal the Queen! The rest of you—fight with me!"
barked General Antiope, commander of the fortress guard,
her voice like a drawn blade cutting through panic.
In one fluid motion, she drew her sword, its edge flashing with divine light.
Whoosh!
Katy, a young Amazon archer, swiftly nocked a signal arrow and fired it skyward.
The burning shaft streaked into the clouds, leaving behind a long, fiery trail visible across the entire island.
At the gates of Themyscira, Queen Hippolyta caught sight of the signal.
Her expression darkened immediately.
The fortress—their last line of defense for the Mother Box—was under attack.
> "Your Majesty—someone has breached the fortress!"
reported one of her generals, her face pale with alarm.
Could this be the invaders' true objective?
The Mother Box itself?
But that shouldn't have been possible.
The pact between Humans, Amazons, and Atlanteans had long ago divided the three Mother Boxes for safekeeping.
Humanity had no reason—or right—to break that truce.
Hippolyta's mind raced.
But there was no time for questions.
Duty came before doubt.
She rose swiftly to her feet, her eyes burning with the fire of command.
> "Deborah, you're with me. The rest—hold the line and protect the palace!"
> "Yes, Your Majesty!"
A tall Amazon in gleaming silver armor saluted crisply,
then mounted her horse and followed the Queen down the marble steps.
Thud, thud, thud—
Thud, thud, thud—
Moments later, the rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed through the jungle paths,
their warhorses tearing across the terrain toward the seaside fortress.
Meanwhile—
RUMBLE!
RUMBLE!
Inside the fortress, heavy iron gates creaked open.
Antiope rallied her warriors and charged inward.
They had no choice.
The breaches Alex had created were too high for any Amazon—none of them could fly.
To reach the inner sanctum, they had to take the long, winding passageways through the main gate.
RUMBLE!
THUD!
The vibrations from their charge were impossible for Alex to miss.
Even without super hearing, he could sense their approach like ripples through still water.
But he didn't care.
All his attention was fixed on the object before him—
a dark, gleaming cube resting upon a stone dais carved with divine runes.
The Mother Box.
> "Huh. Looks uglier than I expected."
That was Alex's first thought.
For all the myths and legends surrounding it, the relic itself looked surprisingly ordinary—
a black cube no larger than a human head, dull and silent,
its surface engraved with strange, flickering patterns that pulsed like a slow heartbeat.
> "Let's hope you don't disappoint me."
With a faint smile, he blurred forward,
appearing directly before the artifact in a flash of golden light.
[Special energy source detected!]
As expected.
The moment he stood before the Mother Box,
the familiar mechanical voice of his system echoed in his mind,
crisp and emotionless.
A rare surge of anticipation welled up in him—
that fleeting thrill before unwrapping something potentially world-shattering.
[Analyzing energy source…]
[Energy level: 10,000,000,000 Origin Points.]
[Status: Not extractable.]
> "Not extractable?!"
Alex's expression darkened, his excitement collapsing into irritation.
He'd half expected this outcome—but it still stung.
> "You've got to be kidding me…"
Ten billion Origin Points—
enough to elevate him beyond mortality, beyond even gods.
It wasn't just losing a fortune—it was losing divinity itself.
But it made sense.
The Mother Box wasn't a weapon to be stolen; it was a conduit,
a living machine built to serve higher powers.
Like the Infinity Stones of another universe,
its essence could only be harnessed—never owned.
Still, he couldn't help but imagine it—
if he could extract its energy,
he wouldn't just be a Golden Homelander anymore…
he'd be Cosmic.
Just then—
> "Who goes there?!"
"Don't move!"
A chorus of sharp, commanding voices echoed through the stone chamber.
Antiope and her warriors burst through the doors, their bronze shields gleaming in the dim torchlight.
Weapons raised, they froze at the sight of Alex standing casually before the Mother Box,
his cape fluttering gently in the residual energy from his arrival.
Their faces changed instantly—from determination to shock.
Alex turned around slowly, one brow lifting in faint amusement.
He looked utterly calm, as though their drawn weapons were no more threatening than raindrops.
> "Let me guess—
if I told you I'm not interested in the Mother Box,
you wouldn't believe me, right?"
> Not interested?
Antiope's jaw tightened, eyes narrowing into a warrior's glare.
> "Seize him!"
At her command, several Amazons surged forward, their battle cries echoing.
Alex sighed softly.
> "Sorry, ladies. I wasn't planning to stay in Amazon country for long."
He raised his hand, almost lazily.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A wave of invisible force exploded outward, rippling through the chamber like a hurricane.
The Amazons were flung back as if struck by an unseen titan,
their shields shattering, swords spinning out of their hands.
They crashed into the stone walls, leaving cracks spiderwebbing across the divine masonry.
When the dust settled, Alex stood alone in the heart of the fortress,
bathed in faint light from the Mother Box's glow—
an unshakable figure, a god among warriors.
And for the first time in centuries,
the Amazons of Themyscira found themselves speechless before a man.
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