DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

"Hahahaha!"

"You all forced my hand!"

Alan stood on the ruined campus, butcher knife in one hand, covering his face with the other, roaring with laughter amidst the wreckage of Sentinel robots. The elite mutants, their faces wrinkled in confusion, couldn't fathom what new act he was putting on.

"Hypocritical sects, besieging Bright Summit! You just want to steal our Heavenly Devil Slaying Sword! Don't even dream of it! I've already entrusted the sword to Bu Jingyun, and you will all die by my Blood Drinking Mad Blade! Heheheh…"

"…"

What is he even saying? This isn't the script.

Alan sighed in exasperation. "Hey, could you guys give me some reaction? I'm putting so much effort into this performance, and you're not even playing along!"

The mutant elites simply resumed tending to their injuries, waiting for Apocalypse to arrive and teleport them back to the Hydra base.

"My dear Magik," Alan said, sidling up to Illyana, a mischievous grin on his face. "Was I cool just now?"

"To be honest, not at all," Illyana replied with a faint smile.

"Doesn't your conscience ache?" Alan said, feigning indignation. "How can you say something so heartless?"

"I'm just speaking the truth," Illyana said flatly.

Ugh… Alan let out a dramatic gasp, collapsing to the ground, clutching his chest. "To love such a cold, ruthless woman… I was mistaken all along," he lamented. He then pulled out a carrot and impaled it into his chest, holding it in place with his hand. "Woman, you've broken my heart. It's like this carrot, unexpectedly piercing me when I was dry and defenseless."

"…" Can your description be a little more appropriate? Dry and defenseless, and then… pierced.

Just then, Pietro and Kurt walked over.

Kurt looked at Alan with admiration. "Alan, you're really amazing."

"What good is being strong? It's all about influence and connections." Alan boasted, "I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. weapons expert, Captain Hydra, Apocalypse's Third Horseman, Gotham's Comedic Bat, the Righteous Knight Batman, the People's Whip, and every one of my titles makes the entire multiverse tremble. Even God Emperor Doom would pee his pants when he sees me."

"…"

None of it could be taken seriously. They hadn't understood a single word.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Apocalypse arrived, ready to transfer everyone back to the Hydra base.

"Should we take some Sentinel debris back to research their weaknesses?" Beast suggested. Hank was widely recognized as a scientific talent among mutants, proficient in biology and mechanics. The X-Men's private jet was his creation.

Magneto vetoed the idea. "Better to be cautious. They might have hidden tracking devices." Their only safe haven now was the Hydra base. The mutants didn't trust any human-affiliated places, fearing they might be betrayed.

Before leaving the school, Charles gazed at the ruins, sighing helplessly. It was his life's work, representing the future of mutantkind.

"Charles, as long as people are alive, the school can be rebuilt," Magneto consoled him.

"Yes, the important thing is that everyone is safe." Charles nodded, his spirits still low, trying to comfort himself. Magneto was one of the school's founders, having parted ways due to differing ideologies. Sometimes, Charles wondered if his own ideals were too naive, which made the government dare to try and eradicate them.

Back at the Hydra base, everyone gathered to discuss how to deal with the Sentinel crisis. There were plenty of brilliant minds among the mutants, capable of offering constructive suggestions.

While they rested.

Magneto quietly approached Charles. "If the government starts mass-producing Sentinels, will you release her?" Magneto was referring to the Dark Phoenix. Only a few people knew the truth about the Phoenix Force. Most believed it was just Jean Grey's dark personality, unaware of the terrifying destructive power of the Dark Phoenix.

Charles remained silent, which was as good as an answer. In the past, he would have vehemently said no. Now, he saw the looming apocalypse for mutants. If there were no other options, he would resort to this last resort.

"I hope you consider it carefully and protect her." Magneto left the room, giving Charles time to think.

At Trask Industries, in the data processing center.

"My team is working overtime to make the modifications. It should be done by tomorrow," Trask gave a perfunctory answer. In reality, he simply needed to insert a control chip and could override the rules himself. A seasoned scientist wouldn't be foolish enough to rely on software that could be infected by a virus. A hardware key was safer. If the chip was lost, he would know immediately…. "In that case, I have some good news for you. After deliberations, we have decided to place a tenfold increase in the order. We need ten thousand Sentinels to solve the mutant problem." Trask smiled, satisfied. "I'll immediately put the factories on twenty-four-hour continuous operation."

Of course, in a human factory, three shifts would lead to worker protests and demands for higher wages. But Trask Industries could produce Sentinel robots using AI-operated production lines. Ten underground factories, with residential towns above ground, served as a shield, learned from the Umbrella Corporation. They provided both concealment and human shields, deterring mutants. If mutants harmed innocent civilians, the news would be spread through videos, manipulating public opinion.

With ten factories operating simultaneously, Trask, who had deliberately understated production capacity to inflate costs, now unleashed full production.

At this time, Natasha, having successfully interviewed, began her job at Trask Industries, gathering intelligence. For her, it was a piece of cake. Everything was going smoothly.

[Character]: Alan (3/10)

[Class]: Lv. 95 Priest

[Skills]

Avatar of Light: 100% affinity with light elements.

Healing Light (Lv. 4): Emits a beam of light that heals the target's wounds.

Guardian's Embrace (Lv. 1): Grants the user or target an invisible shield that blocks one fatal blow.

Cleansing Light (Lv. 0): Removes negative effects from the user and target and grants immunity to negative effects for five minutes.

Summon Angel (Lv. 0) (0/1): Summons a Holy Angel of the user's level to fight.

Light Guard (Lv. 0): Grants target physical and magical resistance reduction and reflects negative energy damage, increasing with level.

Holy Flame Power (Lv. 0): Grants target holy flame damage, with burning effect on souls and true damage to dark creatures.

Holy Domain: Within the domain, skill effects are 100% amplified.

[Time]: 1973, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Lying on the bed, Alan looked at his character panel. One wave of Sentinel slaying had directly boosted his level to ninety-five. He had originally thought of asking Illyana to send him to Hell again, but it seemed killing Sentinels was enough to reach max level. Moreover, the experience from Sentinels was extremely high. He probably only needed to kill a hundred more to reach Level 120 and return to the main timeline.

"Hold on a minute!"

Alan suddenly noticed a serious problem: "Why are my skill levels so low?" Recalling his recent actions, he realized he hadn't used many skills. Only Healing Light, occasionally.

"Little psycho, little psycho…" Alan got up and left the room, looking for Deadpool. That guy was unkillable, perfect for grinding skills.

Soon after.

In a training room.

Not only Wade but also Quicksilver, Nightcrawler, Magik, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, and Yukio were present.

"With the mutant crisis imminent, as Captain Hydra and for the greater good, I've chosen you to be the fated ones to defy destiny…" Alan's exaggeration caused everyone to grow impatient, preparing to leave.

"No, no, no!" Alan leaped forward, landing gracefully by Illyana's leg, shamelessly hugging her thigh. "My dear Magik, you have to believe in me!"

"Alan, stop messing around. Everyone is preparing; we don't have time for this," Yukio urged.

"Alright," Alan said, jumping up, his neurotic demeanor gone. "I want your help to level up my skills."

Snap!

With a snap of his fingers, a portal of light appeared above, and an angel emerged, standing solemnly behind Alan.

"I'm sure you've already guessed my identity," Alan said, not waiting for a reply. "That's right, no doubt about it. I am God, fallen to Earth. Please Venmo me fifty dollars to return to Heaven, and I guarantee you eternal life in the Celestial Kingdom after death."

"…"

"Stop pretending. The last time you summoned an angel, Agent Zero took it out with one shot." Wade said, already drawing his swords and attacking the angel.

Clang!

Wade was surprised to find that this angel was completely unharmed.

"Aren't you shocked? A Level 95 battle angel has five powerful skills; it's not just strong," Alan explained. "I need you to help me kill him."

What!? Kill an angel? They suspected their ears were malfunctioning…. "Don't be surprised. Angels are just projections of light elements from a 3D world. I can summon them endlessly. The problem is that my skill level is currently zero. When it reaches level ten, I can summon five at once. Isn't that awesome?" The Summon Angel skill's description clearly stated that the number of summoned angels would increase with level, and it would randomly summon different types of angels.

"What kind of power is this?" Yukio asked curiously. The school records mentioned mutants with summoning abilities, but they were typically demon-exclusive. Even Nightcrawler, when his powers were maximized, could summon lesser demons from another dimension. Currently, the bewildered Red Devil could summon imps, but their combat ability was poor, much like monkeys. No one had ever heard of summoning angels.

"I'm not a mutant," Alan said, clasping his hands together, looking up at a forty-five-degree angle, a saintly expression on his face. "I am the walking embodiment of light, a priest who saves those in need."

Illyana's mouth twitched. "Aren't priests usually exorcists?"

"Those are just side-jobbers. I'm a support class." Alan began to show off his other skills.

"Ray of Humiliating Failure!"

"Boob Shame Ray!"

Healing Light was white.

Cleansing Light was golden.

Neither had any offensive power. Of course, they were deadly against demons and undead.

"Holy Guardian!" Alan pointed at Illyana, and a flash of white light enveloped her, activating the Guardian's Embrace.

"Extra thick, anti-leak!" Another flash of golden light. The power of Light Guard enveloped her.

"From the wrath of the FFF Brigade!" Instantly, golden flames flickered around Magik, imbued with Holy Flame Power.

As everyone watched in stunned silence, Alan demonstrated his Priest skills. Although they couldn't understand the names Alan shouted, there was an indescribable sense of awe.

"Your power is similar to white magic," Illyana noted. As a professional sorceress who practiced black magic, she was highly sensitive to white magic. There were countless abilities in the world, and she wouldn't make a hasty judgment. It just felt very similar.

In truth, Alan didn't care if it was magic; as long as it was his ability, he didn't mind. After much persuasion, everyone agreed to help.

"How can we help you?" Ellie asked blandly.

"I've already figured that out," Alan said, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. He had a perfectly clear plan.

(End of Chapter)

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