Paradox chuckled, the sound echoing across the barren wasteland. "Here, there are no rules, no constraints. Only you and I, Ben Tennyson. Let us see if you are truly worthy of wielding such power." Paradox lunged forward, his movements impossibly fast, blurring the line between one moment and the next. He attacked Ben with a flurry of blows, each strike imbued with temporal energy, threatening to unravel his very existence. Ben, as Ultimate Alien X, was able to dodge and weave through the attacks, his enhanced senses allowing him to anticipate Paradox's every move. But he could not strike back. Paradox's control over time was absolute in this dimension, allowing him to rewind any attack before it could land, to shift the odds in his favor at will. Ben was trapped in a defensive posture, constantly evading, unable to gain any ground. He needed a new strategy, a way to disrupt Paradox's control, to break free from this temporal loop. He delved deep into his own power, exploring the vast potential of Ultimate Alien X. He could see the threads of time, the infinite possibilities branching out in every direction. He could alter reality itself, bend the laws of physics to his will. But how could he use this power to defeat Paradox? He focused on Paradox's movements, trying to understand the mechanics of his temporal manipulation. He noticed a pattern, a subtle rhythm in his attacks, a reliance on predictable sequences. Paradox was powerful, but he was not omniscient. He was still bound by the laws of causality, limited by his own perceptions. Ben saw his opportunity. He allowed Paradox's next attack to land, bracing himself for the impact. The temporal energy surged through him, threatening to tear him apart. But he held firm, channeling the energy, using it to amplify his own power. He was creating a paradox within himself, a point of temporal instability that would disrupt Paradox's control. Paradox staggered back, his eyes widening in surprise. He could feel the disruption, the challenge to his authority. "What have you done?" he exclaimed, his voice strained. Ben smirked. "I'm breaking your rules, Paradox. I'm creating my own destiny." Ben unleashed a wave of raw power, shattering the temporal loop, disrupting Paradox's control over the dimension. The landscape began to crumble, the fractured realities dissolving into chaos. Paradox staggered, his face contorted with rage. "You cannot win, Ben! I am the master of time! I will simply rewrite you out of existence!" He raised his hand, preparing to unleash a final, devastating attack. But before he could, something unexpected happened. A figure materialized between Ben and Paradox, shielding Ben from the blast. Max?!