American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

As the flames subsided, Alex's figure reappeared before everyone's eyes.

Despite being engulfed in intense fire for over ten seconds, Alex was completely unharmed—not even his clothes or a single strand of his hair showed signs of scorching.

Alex calmly regarded the stunned young man in front of him and broke the silence.

"Was that supposed to light my cigarette?"

It was no surprise. When Alex had absorbed the Seven Deadly Sins, he had transformed into a demon capable of exhaling fiery sparks with every word.

In other universes, powerful demons could bathe in molten lava, so this level of heat was hardly worth mentioning.

Behind Alex, Dean, Sam, and the others were frozen in place.

If they had harbored any doubts about Alex's combat prowess before, they were now utterly convinced—Alex was on a completely different level from the monsters of this world.

If even the legendary dragon couldn't harm Alex, then demons, ghosts, werewolves, and vampires were clearly no match for him.

Just then, another young man appeared behind the first, and judging by their looks, the two were twins.

Turning slightly, Alex addressed the group behind him.

"You take the girls out. I'll handle things here."

"Oh, uh… alright. Be careful," Dean said, snapping out of his shock. He nodded firmly before he and Sam led the girls toward the exit.

"I'm staying with you," Jo said, her fingertips crackling with electricity as she stepped forward to stand beside Alex.

"That works. You can use this as a chance to hone your abilities. The Storm Ring has high potential, but its power depends on the user. In the right hands, it can rival Mjolnir," Alex said, not even sparing the two dragons a glance as he began teaching Jo instead.

In the Supernatural world, monsters' combat strength couldn't compare to those in many other universes. Even these humanoid dragons were only marginally stronger than their counterparts in Grimm.

The first man, clearly insulted by Alex's apparent indifference, bared his sharp teeth and let his golden eyes glow as he roared at Alex and Jo.

"All yours," Alex said, stepping aside and gesturing politely.

Jo smirked, raised her hand, and unleashed a bolt of lightning at the man in front of her.

The arm-thick current cut through the air with a sharp crack, giving him no time to react before it sent him flying.

Seeing the effect of her attack, Jo's eyes lit up with excitement.

But Alex merely shook his head slightly.

'As expected, artifacts from other universes are weakened in different worlds,' he thought.

In the Marvel universe, each of the Mandarin's Ten Rings possessed terrifying destructive power. The Storm Ring could summon lightning and alter weather, much like Thor's hammer.

However, in this world, the mighty artifact was reduced to little more than a "stun gun." Forget summoning storms—it couldn't even generate a strong breeze.

Still, the results were acceptable, all things considered.

After all, this world and its parallel universes were created by God. The creative force of the Almighty naturally suppressed external powers.

Alex had found a loophole to bypass these restrictions, but dead objects like the Ten Rings couldn't unleash their full capabilities. Of course, the user's own potential also played a role.

Whatever the case, being able to generate "palm lightning" in this world gave Jo considerable self-defense abilities.

As long as she didn't encounter something overly powerful, Jo could now hold her own with ease.

(Every world is different, and their respective reality barriers vary. For example, if you were to enter a world without magic, your powers would likely be significantly weakened.)

Hearing Miss Minutes's voice in his mind, Alex chuckled.

"So, you're saying that if I ended up in a world without magic, my energy would be restricted too?"

(Not for you, my lord. But others wouldn't be so fortunate. Even with the Timepad's help, most people lose their supernatural abilities initially and become ordinary.)

"Like Strange in the wasteland world, huh? Ha!"

Suddenly, Alex's smile faded as a thought struck him.

Indeed!

The appearance of the Timepad in the wasteland universe had always puzzled Alex. If its previous owner had ended up there and lost their powers due to the lack of magic, they might have met an untimely end.

In that case, it wasn't surprising that the Timepad ended up in President X's collection.

A wizard without magic was like a snake without venom. Against the deranged mutants, or even an armed ordinary person, they would have no chance.

At this moment, Alex realized he might have stumbled upon something worth investigating further. Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, the second man lunged at him.

Alex sidestepped the dragon's claws, but the opponent was faster than expected. Just as Alex regained his footing, the man swiped at him again with a ferocious strike.

Lifting his hand to seize the man's wrist, Alex noticed it was engulfed in intense heat. The overwhelming temperature had turned the man's hand an orange-red hue, resembling molten iron.

However, this level of heat was insignificant to Alex. Firmly gripping the man's heated wrist, Alex instantly unleashed a spell.

Ikthalon's Frost!

An icy chill emanated from Alex's hand, spreading irresistibly to the man's wrist. In an instant, the intense heat plummeted.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—!!

The collision of extreme heat and frost created an ear-piercing sizzle in the air, as dense steam rose from their clasped hands.

In moments, the frost spell overpowered the intense heat. The man's expression froze as he exhaled a plume of cold air. Almost immediately, his skin turned an ashen, iron-blue color.

Ice crystals began forming across his body. Even his eyebrows were soon covered in a frosty layer. Without any ability to resist, the man was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

Perhaps, if this creature had reverted to its dragon form, things might have been more challenging. But fighting Alex in human form? That was a grave mistake.

The frost curse could only freeze the dragon temporarily. With their formidable vitality, dragons were entirely capable of reigniting their internal heat and breaking free of the ice's effects.

But Alex had no intention of giving him the opportunity. Glancing briefly at Jo, who was still suppressing the other dragon with lightning, Alex smirked and shattered the ice sculpture with a single palm strike.

Initially, Alex had considered consuming the dragon to test the effects. However, not wanting to alarm Jo, he decided to leave it for another time.

Alex had no desire to undermine the positive rapport he had carefully cultivated, especially not by revealing the monstrous act of devouring other creatures.

Due to these two dragons being immature, their combat strength was relatively low. Alex and Jo managed to deal with them without much effort.

Jo had to strike the same spot on the second dragon repeatedly—five times—to penetrate its scales, which delayed them a bit. Overall, however, it was a successful effort.

"Done! I'm officially a dragon-slaying hero now!" Jo exclaimed with excitement.

Though the dragons had taken human forms, and one appeared relatively young, Jo felt no sympathy upon knowing their true nature. She had no qualms about killing such monsters.

Witchers and supernatural creatures were eternal enemies. No Witcher would hesitate out of pity, for it was a lesson etched in blood: monsters could never change their nature.

"Don't get too comfortable," Alex remarked as he observed the two dragon corpses on the ground. His gaze shifted to the deeper part of the room.

"It seems there are more of them here."

Jo's smile quickly vanished. She clenched her fists and asked, "There are more dragons? Where are they?"

"Not far from here. What's curious is that one of them hasn't moved from its location," Alex replied.

Following Alex's sense of the dragon's precise position, the two navigated the labyrinth-like corridors until they reached a heavy door at the end.

The door resembled a prison gate—or perhaps the vault of a bank—with a solid and secure appearance.

"Interesting…" Alex muttered.

With a flick of his hand, the heavy door groaned, opening with a screeching sound.

Jo, ever on alert, kept an eye out for potential attacks while shining a flashlight into the room.

As the light illuminated the chamber, Alex and Jo clearly saw a woman lying on a bed. Below the bed was a pile of gold.

The woman had disheveled hair and appeared to be in her forties. Startled by the flashlight, she struggled to get up, emitting low growls toward the two standing at the door.

"Now I get it," Alex said, realization dawning. "That explains why all those girls have been kept alive."

Given the length of their captivity—some nearly a year—it was surprising none of the kidnapped girls had been killed.

In their rush to save them earlier, they hadn't given it much thought. But now, as the woman rose, Alex and Jo noticed her swollen belly. She was pregnant.

"Was she hunting for prey to ensure enough nutrients for her pregnancy? This is…" Jo gritted her teeth, her expression complicated.

"There's no helping it. Monsters and humans are natural enemies. This isn't about right or wrong—it's survival of the fittest, nature's law."

Without hesitation, Alex raised his hand and ended the woman's life.

As the room fell silent, devoid of any signs of life, Alex couldn't help but ponder the nature of this universe. Why had this world's God created these beings, only to have them slaughter one another? Was it some kind of amusement?

Jo's sudden exclamation snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Damn it!" Jo shouted.

Alex turned to her, puzzled.

Pointing to the dragon's corpse, Jo said in alarm, "A pair of brothers and their mother. If there aren't any other dragons here… where is their father?"

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