HISD Chapter 90 Mind Stone and the Ancient Doomsday
Most of the other Avengers were on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s helicarrier and rescue airships, escorting the people of Sokovia to safety before returning to New York.
Meanwhile, Vision Yi Meng and Iron Man chose to fly back directly. After confirming that Ultron had been eradicated, Yi Meng entered the private residence Tony Stark had prepared for him.
He pushed the door open.
Inside was a full luxury suite—floor-to-ceiling windows, a high-end bath, a balcony, utility room, and a master bedroom. It was located three floors below the top of Stark Tower. The twins, Yi Meng guessed, would likely be assigned to the unit next door.
Being essentially a synthetic being, Yi Meng didn't need rest. He closed the door, let his Vibranium armor shift into casual wear, and sat down on the leather sofa.
Iron Man, of course, knew it was pointless to try to monitor a consciousness born from artificial intelligence with more artificial intelligence. So instead, he simply provided a residence and left Yi Meng unrestricted, save for one rule—just like when Hulk first joined the Avengers: he wasn't allowed to leave New York City for the time being.
Yi Meng's impression of Tony Stark was decent, not only because Stark was the father of Morgan.
Tony was a man of intelligence and, in his own way, discipline. As long as Earth could be protected, as long as peace could be preserved, he was willing to attempt bold, unorthodox actions.
For example—recruiting a Hulk who still risked losing control, or attempting to build an army of advanced Iron Legion suits to defend the planet.
Of course, he often tried to do too much, which led to mistakes and offended many.
In the end, Iron Man didn't just die with a snap—he worked himself to death.
…
Ensuring there were no surveillance devices in the room, Yi Meng leaned back against the sofa and pressed a hand to the center of his forehead. The embedded Mind Stone glowed faintly.
At last, he had a chance to fully examine the Infinity Stone bound to him.
He closed his eyes and felt carefully.
This stone was tightly fused with the synthetic cradle's neural system, making it a part of his dream-forged Vision form. Removing it would likely kill him.
Perhaps Wakanda's advanced technology could separate it safely.
But Yi Meng needed this Mind Stone. Through its connection to his dream self, he could harness its power to stabilize his own consciousness against Doomsday's invasive force.
After all, the essence of the Mind Stone was mental power—perception, amplification, alteration, and endowment. Exactly what he needed to counteract the destructive will raging inside him.
This stone had to stay. Ideally, he would keep it forever in the Marvel dreamscape.
Yet something bothered him.
Buzz.
Alongside the glow of the complete stone in his forehead flickered a faint trace of fragmented yellow light.
A shard of the Mind Stone.
It came from the future—ten years later, when the stone was destroyed.
Unlike the complete stone, this fragment behaved like a true psychic construct, blending directly into his artificial consciousness.
Did that mean he now possessed two Mind Stones?
One whole and physical, the other fractured but spiritual…
As Yi Meng pondered, suddenly everything froze.
Outside the Avengers Tower, the bustling streets of New York ground to a halt. Pedestrians, cars, flashing billboards—all motionless.
Time had stopped again.
Yi Meng understood. His dream consciousness was being pulled toward the deeper, more powerful Doomsday dream of the DC universe.
This time, he didn't resist.
With the Mind Stone's power now his, he actually wanted to return and check the state of his Doomsday incarnation.
…
He fell from the Marvel dreamscape into darkness—pulled relentlessly elsewhere.
The DC dream's pull was stronger, even against the Infinity Stone's power. Doomsday's presence outweighed everything else.
Falling. Falling. Falling.
Yi Meng's eyes snapped open.
He now stood as a monstrous, three-meter-tall figure of bone and spikes, clad in the black Superman suit stretched tight against his body. He was on a floating mountain deep in the subterranean seas of the DC world.
Time resumed.
The rainbow-hued crystal dome above poured down sunlight, energizing his towering form. The black suit absorbed the rays with ease.
The last time, his Doomsday form had nearly gone berserk before shifting to the Marvel dream.
Now he was back.
The destructive will surged at him again—but Yi Meng's consciousness, strengthened by the Mind Stone, was far more resilient.
And then—
A flicker of fractured yellow light appeared at his brow, followed by the hazy outline of a gemstone.
Buzz!
The raging Doomsday instinct was pushed back, unable to breach the psychic shield formed by the stone's glow and shard. Yi Meng's monstrous eyes cleared, human reason preserved.
It had worked.
He clenched his fists, golden-red lightning crackling violently across his body.
For the first time, he had truly controlled the Ancient Doomsday form.
But it wasn't permanent.
Touching the armored bone ridge of his forehead, Yi Meng knew the Mind Stone's protection held only temporarily. Doomsday's will to destroy regenerated endlessly.
The two forces—the Mind Stone and Doomsday's instinct—were fighting across dreamscapes. Here, in DC's domain, Doomsday held the advantage. The stone could only suppress, not conquer.
This fragile balance would require him to switch repeatedly between Marvel and DC dreams.
If he woke in reality, the balance would shatter.
Unless—
His Marvel self grew stronger than the Mind Stone itself, achieving true stability.
"At least… I'm on the right path," Yi Meng muttered, his monstrous breath blasting into a burning gale.
Until he could achieve permanent mastery over the Ancient Doomsday's power, he could not wake.
For the instant he did… an unstoppable Doomsday Superman would be born in his reality.
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