DC: All for One Chapter 30 — The Champion of Magic (Patreon)

Ethan stood in front of the artificial womb with his hands behind his back and watched.

The foetus was visible now, a small curled shape suspended in the amber fluid, no larger than his fist, and even at this early stage he could see the outline of it, the beginning of a head and of limbs folded against the body. 

He didn't know why he kept coming back to look at it.

He had work to do, he always had work to do, and standing here staring at a developing organism was not a productive use of his time, and yet he found himself returning to this spot again and again throughout the day, pulling a stool up to the glass and sitting there in silence for long stretches with his chin resting on one hand and his eyes fixed on the small shape floating in the solution. There was something in his chest when he looked at it that he couldn't quite identify, a feeling that didn't correspond to anything he had a name for, and he had spent time trying to categorise it.

Perhaps he was proud of the work. 

That would make sense. 

What he had accomplished here was, by any measure, the single greatest feat of biological engineering in human history, something that no other living person could have conceived of let alone executed, and a degree of satisfaction was a reasonable response to that.

Or perhaps he was excited about how powerful the project would be once it was fully grown. The combined genome he had built would produce something that had never existed before. Once that power became his then he would be unchallenged by any being both from earth and beyond.

"Ethan."

Sofia's voice came from the laboratory doorway, he turned on the stool to see her standing there in dark clothing with her hair pulled back. "The next batch of meta-humans has arrived," she said. "They're downstairs whenever you're ready."

"Thank you," Ethan said. He stood up from the stool and walked to the cabinet where his suit was stored and pulled the All for One helmet from the shelf and settled it over his head, the seal hissing as it engaged, the red lenses coming online. He then walked past Sofia and into the corridor, and she fell into step beside him as they descended two floors through the tower's internal staircase to the processing level.

The room was large and open and had been stripped down to bare concrete, and a dozen or so Saviours in tactical gear stood in a formation around the perimeter while their charges waited in the centre. There were maybe five of them, men and women of various ages, all of them in civilian clothing, all of them in chains that connected their wrists to their ankles, and the fear on their faces was the same fear he had seen on every batch that came through this room.

A woman in the front of the group was crying without making any sound, the tears running down her face while she stared at the floor. A teenage boy near the back was gripping the chain at his wrists so hard his knuckles had gone white and his whole body was trembling. A man beside him had his eyes closed and his lips were moving in what might have been a prayer.

All for One walked into the centre of the group and they all shrank back from him, the chains rattling as they shuffled away, and he raised both hands in a gesture that was meant to be calming.

"There is nothing to be afraid of," he said, his modulated voice filling the room. "This will not take long and none of you will be harmed. What I'm going to do will feel strange for a moment but it will pass quickly, and after it's done you will all be released. You have my word on that. This is a necessary step for the safety of the city and for the safety of everyone in it, and I appreciate your cooperation."

None of them looked reassured but none of them tried to run either, though there was nowhere to run to and they all knew it.

He started at the front of the line.

He placed his hand on the first meta-human's chest, a middle-aged man whose skin had a faint orange tinge to it, and he reached inside and found the meta-gene and pulled. The man gasped and his body went rigid for a moment and then it was done, the ability sliding out of him and into Ethan's genome like a key turning in a lock.

He moved to the next. 

A young woman whose hands were vibrating uncontrollably, and when he placed his palm against her shoulder and extracted the gene the vibrating stopped and she sagged in her chains and looked at her suddenly still hands with an expression that was half relief and half loss.

The next. 

And the next. 

Each extraction taking only ten to twenty seconds, each one adding another layer to the architecture inside him, and with each one the pressure in his body increased by a degree that was getting harder to ignore.

On the fifth extraction something happened.

Not in the meta-human but in Ethan. 

A spike of pain lanced through his chest and his hand jerked away from the subject, a full-body tremor that ran from his head to his feet, and for a fraction of a second his skin seemed to ripple, the surface of it blurring and shifting as if it couldn't decide what shape to hold, and his vision went white at the edges before it came back.

Sofia stepped forward immediately. "Ethan? Are you okay? What happened, what's wrong?"

He stood there with his fists clenched at his sides as the tremor ran through him again, stronger this time, his teeth grinding together behind the mask, and the veins in his arms pulsed visibly beneath his skin in colours that shouldn't have been there, blue and green and a faint crackling gold. It was almost as if his body was at war with itself, as if something was rising up inside him. 

He slammed them down.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists until his nails cut into his palms and he regained control. Soon the trembling slowed and then stopped, the colours in his veins faded back to normal, and he stood there breathing hard for a few seconds before he straightened up and composed himself and nodded.

"I'm fine," he said.

Sofia didn't look convinced but she stepped back. "Did you get what you wanted?" Sofia asked.

Ethan opened his eyes and raised his right arm in front of him. He focused on the newest addition to his collection and activated it, and the change started at his fingertips and spread upward, his skin darkening and hardening and becoming something else entirely, the flesh turning first to stone and then past stone to something crystalline. 

The crystalline structure shifted and hardened until his entire forearm was encased in a shell of pure diamond that caught the overhead lights and threw rainbows across the walls.

Sofia's eyes went wide as did a few others.

He flexed his diamond fingers and watched the light play across them, then he smiled behind the mask and started to laugh," I very much did," he said.

BOOM

The building shook.

The lights went out all at once, every fixture on every floor cutting to black simultaneously, the room dropped into total darkness for two heartbeats before the emergency strips along the floor kicked in. 

But it wasn't just Wayne tower. 

Through the windows that lined the far wall Ethan could see the entire city going dark, block by block, the lights dying in a wave that rolled outward from the direction of the harbour until every building and every streetlight and every illuminated sign in Gotham was gone and the city was nothing but a black shape against the night sky.

A moment later the backup generators for Wayne Tower rumbled to life beneath them and the lights came back on in the building, though the view through the windows remained pitch black.

"What's going on?" Sofia asked, moving to the window and looking out.

"I'm not sure," Ethan said, but his mind was already running through the possibilities. He walked to the window and looked out at the darkened city and his eyes narrowed behind the mask. The Gotham Central Power Station supplied electricity to the entire city through a network of substations and distribution nodes, and for the whole grid to go down at once like that, all of it, every district, every sector, it would have to be the central station itself that had been hit. If it were an accident or a mechanical failure the outage would be segmented, it would take out one section at a time as the load shifted and the breakers tripped, it wouldn't be a single instantaneous blackout across the entire grid. 

This was on purpose. 

Someone had attacked the power station directly.

He turned to Sofia. "Put the building in lockdown. Nobody in, nobody out, until I get back."

"Be careful," Sofia said.

Ethan stepped forward and smashed through the window with one shoulder, the reinforced glass shattering outward in a shower of fragments, and he floated out into the night air beside Wayne Tower and hung there for a moment, the city spread out beneath him in total darkness, before he turned toward the power station and accelerated.

...

The Gotham Central Power Station was a large industrial complex on south of the harbour district, a place full of transformers and cooling towers and high-voltage lines that fed the entire city. Ethan covered the distance in less than a minute and as he approached he could see it, the flashes of light that were coming from inside the perimeter. 

Lightning.

When he cleared the outer fence and flew over the facility he found the source. A figure was hovering above the main bank of transformers, and arcs of lightning were pouring from both his hands down into the equipment below, the electricity overloading the circuits and blowing the transformers one by one, each one detonating in a shower of sparks and molten metal as the current overwhelmed its capacity.

Ethan stopped in the air fifty feet away and studied the figure for a moment. 

The white cape with the gold trim. 

The lightning bolt on his chest.

"You know," Ethan said, his voice carrying across the distance, "I'm genuinely curious. Why would you want to overload the city's entire power grid? This seems like a strange choice for a hero. There are people on ventilators in the hospitals that depend on this station. There are traffic systems that keep people from dying at intersections. What exactly is the plan here?"

Shazam stopped shooting lightning and turned, floating upward until he was level with All for One.  Ethan could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands were slightly clenched and the way his jaw was trembling.

"The plan," Shazam said, and he puffed out his chest slightly, "is to end your reign of terror as of tonight. I'm here to tell you that your days of you sitting up in that tower terrorising innocent people are done."

All for One crossed his arms. "And why would you want to do something so foolish, little hero? Were you not watching when the entire Justice League tried this same approach and every single one of them ended up either dead or in a cell? Superman is dead. Green Lantern is dead. The rest of them are in my tower. If the strongest hero on this planet could not beat me, what possible chance do you think you have?"

Shazam's mouth curved into a grin that was a little too wide to be entirely comfortable. "See, that's the thing though, you beat Superman by cheating. You had Kryptonite up your sleeve the whole time, you never would have won a straight fight and everybody knows it. But me? I'm not Kryptonian. I don't have a weakness you can grow out of your hand. So you're going to have to actually fight me, and that, that might not go the way you think it will."

And then he shot forward.

"[Bone Manipulation]"

"[Muscle Augmentation]"

"[Muscle Rewriting]"

"[Strength Enhancer]"

"[Durable Skin]"

"[Overclock]"

"[Multiplier x4]"

All for One's body swelled as the stacked abilities fired in sequence, his frame expanding and thickening, and then the two of them collided.

Their fists met in the air between them and the shockwave that erupted from the impact blew the roof off the nearest transformer building and sent a pressure wave rolling across the power station that shattered every window in the control centre and toppled a cooling tower.

They hung there for a moment, locked together, each of them pushing against the other's fist, the air between their hands distorting and crackling.

Then All for One's eyes flared and the heat vision tore out of the mask and washed across Shazam's face. Shazam let go and threw both arms up to cover his eyes and in the fraction of a second his guard was up All for One vanished.

[Blink]

He reappeared directly in front of Shazam, inside his guard, and threw a right cross that connected with Shazam's jaw and snapped his head sideways hard enough that spit flew from his mouth, and before he could recover All for One drove his fist into his stomach and folded him in half and then spun his entire body into a roundhouse kick that caught Shazam across the ribs and launched him through the air, his body spinning end over end as he tore through two sets of high-voltage power lines that snapped and whipped around him in showers of sparks.

[Blink]

All for One appeared behind him and caught his head, palming it like a basketball, and he held Shazam there in the air with his feet dangling.

"Tell me," All for One said. "What made you think you could even come close to fighting me? What delusion led you to believe that you, of all people, were the one who was going to make a difference? Was it bravery? Was it stupidity?"

He tossed him.

Shazam tumbled through the air and caught himself after fifty yards, righting his body and spinning to face All for One, the fear was still in his eyes but it was sitting underneath something more determined.

"AGHHHH!" he roared, and lightning came down.

Not the thin arcs he had been using on the transformers but the real thing, the full power of the living lightning, a torrent of golden electricity that poured from both his outstretched hands and slammed into All for One with a force that drove him backward through the air, the beam hitting his chest and wrapping around his body and lighting up the entire power station.

Shazam screamed and pushed harder, pouring more into it, the veins in his neck standing out and his eyes blazing gold, and the lightning beam thickened until it was as wide as he was, the raw power of it making the air itself vibrate and the metal structures around them hum and sing.

He closed the distance while still firing and when he reached All for One he let the lightning die and his right fist was already coming and it connected with the side of All for One's head and snapped him sideways, he followed with a left hook to the body that cracked something beneath the suit and then a straight right that drove All for One's head back, and then he raised both hands overhead and gathered a ball of electricity between them that grew and grew until it was the size of a car.

He threw it down.

[Carbonisation]

All for One's skin shifted and changed and hardened, the surface of his skin turning first grey and then silver and then the unmistakable crystalline texture of diamond. 

The ball of lightning hit him dead centre and detonated against the diamond skin and the electricity washed over him and scattered in every direction and did absolutely nothing, he simply flew up through the heart of the blast like it wasn't there and his diamond fist connected with the underside of Shazam's jaw in an uppercut that knocked a tooth clean out of his mouth and sent it spinning away into the dark.

All for One let the diamond shimmer off his body, the crystalline shell cracking and falling away to reveal his regular skin beneath and he laughed.

"You hit as hard as Superman," he said. "But you're putting up less than half the fight. What a waste."

Shazam's face twisted and he flew at All for One with a combination that was faster than anything he'd thrown before, a right straight that All for One leaned away from and a left hook that he deflected with his forearm and a knee strike that he blocked with his own knee. 

They exchanged blows in the air above the power station for ten seconds before All for One slipped a punch and caught Shazam's wrist and pulled him into an elbow strike that split the skin above his eye.

"Though I do have a question for you," All for One said as he dodged another strike and countered with a palm to the chest that knocked Shazam back. "Where were you? When I killed your friends? Where were you when Superman was dying on the ground? Where were you when I put my arm through Green Lantern's chest? You weren't there. You abandoned them."

"SHUT UP!" Shazam screamed and his whole body erupted with electricity, a massive shockwave of lightning that burst outward from him in every direction, a dome of golden energy that expanded faster than sound and washed over All for One and the power station and the waterfront and everything within a quarter mile.

Shazam tackled him through the shockwave and drove him down, the two of them smashing through one pylon and then a second and then a third, the metal structures folding around them like paper, and they hit the ground together and Shazam was on top and he started hitting him, his fists rising and falling, each one crackling with lightning.

"I WON'T LET YOU KEEP HURTING PEOPLE!" Shazam screamed, each word punctuated by a punch. "I WON'T! I WON'T! I WON'T!"

[Air Burst]

The blast caught Shazam in the chest and threw him thirty feet straight up off All for One's body, and All for One floated up out of the crater he'd been driven into and dusted the concrete powder off the front of his suit.

"Your parlour tricks are quite amusing," he said.

Then he stopped playing.

[Blink]

He appeared an inch from Shazam's face and his fist was already moving, a straight right that connected with the bridge of Shazam's nose and the crack of the bone was audible across the entire facility. Before Shazam's head had finished snapping back All for One grabbed a fistful of his cape and yanked him forward and drove his knee into his stomach so hard that Shazam's feet left the air behind him, his whole body folding around the joint, and then All for One released the cape and brought both fists down together in a hammerblow across the back of his skull that sent him straight down into the concrete below.

Shazam hit the ground and the concrete cratered beneath him, he tried to push himself up but All for One was already there, dropping down feet first onto his back, driving him deeper into the broken ground, and then he reached down and grabbed him by the back of the neck and hauled him up out of the rubble and held him at arm's length.

"You're not even entertaining," All for One said, before he headbutted him, the mask connecting with Shazam's already broken nose in a crunch that sprayed blood in both directions, and then he let go and kicked him across the ground like a ball, Shazam's body skipping off the concrete before he slammed into the base of a cooling tower hard enough to buckle the steel supports.

Shazam tried to push himself upright against the tower but his arms were shaking. All for One closed the distance at a walk and when he arrived he grabbed Shazam's right arm and twisted it behind his back and kept twisting until the shoulder dislocated with a wet pop that made Shazam scream. He released the arm and let it flop uselessly at Shazam's side and then he grabbed him by the front of his suit and lifted him off the ground and threw him straight up into the air.

Shazam went up sixty feet before he managed to stop himself, hanging in the air clutching his dislocated shoulder with his good hand, blood streaming from his nose and the cut above his eye and a new gash along his jawline where the headbutt had split the skin. All for One floated up to meet him slowly with his arms crossed.

"You fight like a child," All for One said, tilting his head. "It's like I'm fighting a boy in a grown man's body."

Shazam threw a left hook with his good arm and All for One caught it in his palm and squeezed and the bones in Shazam's hand ground together, and while he held it All for One drove three short hooks into his ribs, each one landing in the same spot, and on the third one something cracked and Shazam doubled over wheezing.

All for One released his hand and stretched one arm backward.

[Muscle Augmentation]

The arm swelled to a comically massive size and he swung it in a punch that caught Shazam across the side of the head and the impact launched him horizontally across the power station, carving a trench through the gravel on the far side before he came to rest against a row of electrical cabinets that crumpled around him.

All for One floated over to where he lay and landed on the ground beside him and looked down.

Shazam was trying to get up. His right arm hung dead at his side, his ribs were broken, blood was sheeting down both sides of his face, and one of his eyes was swollen completely shut, but he was still trying to get his feet under him, his good hand clawing at the broken cabinet for purchase, his knee scraping through the gravel as he pushed.

All for One placed his boot on Shazam's back and pressed him into the ground again.

"Stay down," he said. "I'm beginning to feel guilty."

"No," Shazam grunted through his teeth, and he actually managed to push back against the boot with his one good arm, his muscles straining, before All for One increased the pressure and drove him flat again.

All for One sighed and reached down and grabbed him by the ankle and lifted him off the ground and swung him overhead in a wide arc like a man swinging an axe and slammed him into the earth on the other side, the impact making a crater that was bigger than the last one, and then he swung him again in the opposite direction and slammed him down again, and then a third time, each impact cracking the ground wider, Shazam's body going limp on the second swing and staying limp on the third.

He tossed the body aside and it rolled across the gravel and came to rest face down in the dirt.

Shazam didn't move for a long moment. And then, somehow, impossibly, his fingers twitched and his good arm pushed against the ground and he lifted his head, his one open eye finding All for One through a mask of blood.

[Ice Manipulation]

All for One swept his hand sideways and a sheet of ice erupted from the ground and caught Shazam mid-rise and encased him from the waist down, locking him in place. Shazam thrashed against it but with one arm dislocated and his ribs cracked the ice held him.

All for One walked toward him.

"I'll give you something," he said. "You don't quit." He stopped in front of Shazam and crouched down so they were face to face.

He stood up and extended his hand palm-forward.

[Air Burst]

The blast hit Shazam point blank and shattered the ice around him and sent him tumbling backward across the compound, his body bouncing off a transformer housing and spinning through the air before he crashed through a section of perimeter fence and out onto the access road beyond.

All for One followed him out through the hole in the fence at a leisurely pace and found him on his hands and one knee on the asphalt, his dislocated arm hanging like a rope, coughing blood onto the pavement in thick red splatters.

[Blink]

All for One appeared beside him and kicked him in the ribs, the cracked ones, and Shazam flipped onto his back and slid ten feet across the road. Before he could even gasp All for One was on him again, stomping down on his chest with his full weight and then reaching down and grabbing him by the throat and lifting him into the air.

He held him up at arm's length and studied his broken face.

"The wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, and you couldn't land a clean combination if I stood still and let you try," All for One said. "How does that feel? To have the power of the gods running through your veins and to still be nothing? To still be a nobody? At least Superman gave me something to work with. At least when I killed him I felt like I'd accomplished something. You're just pathetic."

He threw him.

Shazam hit the road and bounced and rolled and came to rest forty feet away in a heap.

All for One floated into the air and looked down at him. "I expected more from you. I truly did."

Shazam was bruised and bloody but he wasn't giving up he still had to buy his friends a little more time. Just a little more. He grunted and forced himself upright, his legs wobbling beneath him, and he flew upward in a wide loop, building speed, the air screaming around him, and then he turned and dove toward All for One with everything he had left, his good fist drawn back and his whole body crackling with electricity, pouring every last drop of the lightning into this single blow.

All for One watched him come.

And caught his fist.

[Impact Recoil]

The force reversed.

Every ounce of power that Shazam had put into the punch, all the speed, all the momentum, all the lightning, all of it came back at him through his own fist, and his hand broke first, the bones shattering under the redirected force, and then his wrist, and then his forearm, and his nose exploded in a spray of blood as the shockwave rippled up through his body and his vision went white.

[Rivets]

Black and red spines erupted from All for One's back, and they shot forward and punched into Shazam's body, two through his shoulders and two through his sides and two through his thighs and two through his forearms, and they held him there, suspended in the air on the ends of the spines like an insect pinned to a board, his feet dangling and his blood running down the black shafts and dripping off the ends.

Shazam made a sound that was barely human.

All for One looked at him, hanging there on the spines, and the disappointment in his voice was genuine. "Apparently there is no one left in this world who can give me the excitement I need."

He looked down at the power station below them, at the destroyed transformers and the toppled pylons and the flickering emergency lights that were still going on and off across the facility.

He then noticed something. 

The lights were still flickering.

The power station was still fluctuating, surges running through the remaining systems and the backup generators cycling irregularly, and that shouldn't have been happening, because Shazam had stopped draining the grid minutes ago, and yet the electrical output was spiking and dipping in a pattern that looked like something was still drawing massive amounts of power from the station.

Which begged the question.

If Shazam wasn't messing with the electrics anymore, then who was—

His vision flashed white.

_____________________________________

(Two Hours Earlier)

Shazam and Cyborg stood on the rooftop of a water treatment plant half a mile south of the Gotham Central Power Station, the massive industrial complex visible from where they stood.

"I don't think I can do this, Vic," he said, and his voice cracked slightly on the words. "I know I said I could and I know I stood there in front of everyone and acted like it was no big deal but that was in a room full of people and now we're actually here and I'm, I'm really scared man. I watched what he did to Superman and Green lantern. The strongest people on the planet and he just, he just tore through them like they were nothing, and you want me to go fly up to him and pick a fight? What if he kills me in the first ten seconds? What if I don't even last long enough for the plan to work?"

Cyborg put his hand on Shazam's shoulder and the metal fingers squeezed gently. "Hey. Look at me." He waited until Shazam's eyes came up and met his. "I'm not going to tell you not to be scared because being scared of that guy is just having a functioning brain. But Chimp gave us a plan, remember? One that doesn't depend on you beating him, you just need to keep his eyes on you. That's it. Keep him busy, keep him talking, keep him focused on you and not on the power station. Can you do that?"

Shazam's leg kept bouncing. "What if he figures it out? What if he sees through it? He's supposed to be the smartest guy in the world, right? What if he takes one look at me and realises the whole thing is a distraction?"

"That's the beauty of it," Cyborg said. "He won't. You know why? Because his ego won't let him. When some hero shows up and challenges him, he's not going to think it's a distraction. He's going to think it's another fool who wants to test himself. He'll play with you. He'll drag it out because he enjoys it. And every second he spends enjoying himself is a second I'm using to set up the shot."

He turned and looked at the power station in the distance. "You remember the plan?"

Shazam nodded, way too fast, his head bobbing up and down like a dashboard ornament. "Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. I go in, I start blasting the transformers with lightning, I make it look like I'm trying to overload the grid, he shows up, I fight him, I keep him looking at me, and while he's focused on me you're down in the station hooking yourself into the system and with the railgun and charging it off the grid."

"That's it," Cyborg said. "That's the whole play. Your lightning makes the station's output go crazy, so when I start drawing power too it all looks like part of the same disruption. He won't be able to tell the difference between your lightning screwing with the grid and me siphoning off power for the gun. As long as you keep his attention on you and off the station, he'll never see the shot coming."

Shazam swallowed hard. "And if the shot doesn't work?"

Cyborg was quiet for a moment. "Then we figure out plan C."

"Is there a plan C?"

"Not yet. But I'm a creative guy."

Shazam let out a shaky laugh that was closer to a hiccup than anything else, his leg was still bouncing, but something in his face had settled, the fear was still there but it had moved over slightly to make room for something else.

"Okay," he said. "Okay. I can do this. I can. I just have to be the distraction. I just have to keep his eyes on me. I don't have to win. I just have to not die long enough for you to blow a hole in him."

"That's the spirit," Cyborg said.

"And you're sure it won't kill him?" Shazam said. 

Cyborg paused for a moment. "I can't guarantee it... but with the situation we are in we have to take that chance."

Shazam looked at the power station one more time and then he looked at Cyborg and his mouth twitched into something that wasn't quite a smile but was trying to be one. "If I die out there," he said, "tell everyone I said something really cool. Like, I don't know, make something up. Something a hero would say."

"You're not going to die."

"But if I do."

"You're not going to die, Billy."

"Okay but hypothetically—"

"Go," Cyborg said, and he pushed him gently off the edge of the rooftop, and Shazam caught himself in the air and looked back at him with wide eyes.

"It'll work," Cyborg said.

Shazam nodded one more time, and then he turned toward the power station and flew.

_____________________________________

(Now)

All for One hung in the air with Shazam pinned on his spines, looking down at the power station, watching the lights flicker in a pattern that shouldn't have existed, and the question formed in his mind at the same moment the answer arrived.

If Shazam wasn't draining the grid anymore, then who was still—

The world turned white.

The railgun round hit All for One at a velocity that exceeded anything he had ever been struck with before, a hypersonic projectile accelerated through a barrel that Cyborg had constructed from his own body and powered by every watt of electricity the Gotham Central Power Station could produce. The slug was a solid bar of promethium twelve inches long and two inches wide and it was travelling at Mach seven when it hit him.

It entered through his left side just below the ribs and exited through his right side just above the hip, and it took everything in between with it.

The hole it left was the size of a dinner plate and essentially bisected Ethan. 

The spines retracted instantly as All for One's body lost cohesion, Shazam fell free and dropped toward the ground, and All for One hung in the air for a single frozen moment, the two halves of his torso connected only by the spine and a few strands of muscle and suit material.

"I see..."

Then he fell.

(AN: How many of you were expecting that? Well guess what it gets even crazier. Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter.)

Current Powers:

1) All for One

2) Hyperadrenal

3) Voice Imitation

4) Enhanced Agility

5) Regenerative Saliva 

6) Scent Masking

7) Mass Adjustment (Self)

8) Muscle Rewriting 

9) Expanded Vision

10) Wall Crawling

12) Explosive body parts and fluids

13) Ice Manipulation

14) Laser Vision

15) Flashbang

16) Healing Touch

17) Bone Manipulation

18) Sound Blast

19) Air Blast

20) Matter Absorption

21) Pain Induction

22) Muscle Augmentation 

23) Stretchy arms

24) Static Charge

25) Blink

26) Float

27) Plant Manipulation

28) Durable Skin

29) Shapeshifting (Rhino)

30) Firebreathing

31) Bunny Anatomy (Given to Mindy)

32) Kinetic Booster

33) Diagnostic Vision

34) Fire Manipulation

35) Sonic Scream

36) Strength Enhancment 

37) Telekinesis

38) Paper Manipulation 

39) Imbue Life

40) Quake

41) Crystal Manipulation

42) Instant Clotting

43) Hard Light Projections

44) Precognition (Battle)

45) Metamorpho

46) Multiplier 1-4x

47) Overclock

48) Rivet 

49) Carbonisation

50) Fusion

51) Impact Recoil