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New York City—modern, loud, alive.
But today, something was different. Unseen by its people, the air shimmered with suppressed energy. An invisible ripple of power spread across the city as a figure appeared at the edge of Central Park—Ron.
He didn't walk out of a portal or a spaceship. He simply stepped out of thin air like it was a curtain.
His black combat boots crunched the grass beneath him. A long obsidian coat fluttered behind him, and his eyes—once filled with sadness—now glowed with boundless energy. Every movement he made pulsed with divine weight.
> [Stats: 2,147,483,648 and rising…]
[Status: Invincible – Ongoing]
[Summons: 20,000 active | Auto-spawning: 200/sec]
[Immortal Form: Active]
You have entered: Manhattan. Population: 8.4 million.
"Everything looks… the same," Ron muttered as he looked at the bustling crowds and honking taxis. "But I'm not."
Behind him, a woman followed—Aria, his first summon and loyal Commander. Her presence radiated control and readiness. She wore a sleek uniform now resembling SHIELD's high-ranking agents, though her strength dwarfed any of them.
"Shall we begin the subjugation, Supreme One?" Aria asked calmly, scanning the area.
"Not yet. First… I want to experience the world. To feel it. Then we conquer."
They walked through the crowds like phantoms. No one noticed. Ron was suppressing his presence, a skill granted by the system so he wouldn't melt the planet just by existing.
His eyes observed everything—the people laughing, lovers holding hands, businesspeople rushing past.
They all lived without knowing true power… or fear.
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Elsewhere, inside Stark Tower, alarms blared.
Tony Stark looked at the holographic data with narrowed eyes. "This isn't alien tech. This is… something else."
JARVIS spoke up. "Sir, an unidentified entity just appeared in Central Park. No energy source detected, yet reality is bending around him. Surveillance cameras can't record his presence."
Stark frowned. "Someone walking through the city like a ghost and making satellites cry? That's never a good sign."
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Ron stood in Times Square now.
Billboards lit the sky. People smiled. But his focus was on one thing: freedom.
He had died with nothing. Now, he had infinite power and a growing army of loyal warriors ready to crush the world at his command. Yet… something else stirred inside him.
Loneliness. A hunger for more than just power. Maybe love… again.
Aria suddenly stepped closer.
"Supreme One," she said softly, "your summons sense another energy approaching. Not hostile. It's… curious."
"Let them come," Ron said, smiling faintly. "Let the Avengers, SHIELD, and gods of this universe come."
"But this time… I'm ready."
He turned and looked up at the sky.
"I'll conquer this world… not just through war, but through presence. And if anyone dares stand in my way—"
The concrete beneath him cracked just from his voice.
"—they will kneel."
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