Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue, who was near the Chitauri homeworld, enjoyed the space fireworks.

He used a metamagnetic field to protect the portal that spanned countless light-years.

Shen Jue intends to preserve this passage to the other side of the universe.

To accelerate humanity's journey towards the universe.

Conversely, the Chitauri's homeworld was somewhat of an eyesore.

As a priest, Shen Jue undoubtedly loved the world.

Except for little boys, of course.

The homeworld of the Chitauri, a cosmic race transformed into war machines, is somewhat of an eyesore.

He looked at the Chitauri homeworld, a blend of biology and technology with a postmodern apocalyptic feel, and made his decision.

"You need to know one thing." Since sound cannot travel in a vacuum, Shen Jue could only say it silently in his mind.

"Earth is not for you to invade."

"Heh, so you pathetic aliens, you degenerate race."

"He will die by my fist."

In Shen Jue's fingers, the mutant X gene belonging to the mutant Arkwright rapidly changed, transforming into Quicksilver's mutant X gene through atomic-level genetic conversion.

The instant Quicksilver activated his X-gene, Shen Jue sensed the near-frozen spacetime and exclaimed in awe.

"No matter how many times you experience it, this near-rewriting of reality is always exhilarating."

Shen Jue stretched out his fists, transforming into a ray of light on a cosmic scale in a superhuman pose.

He used both electromagnetic and gravitational fields to provide the necessary auxiliary propulsion, transforming into a humanoid natural disaster to achieve instantaneous acceleration.

Then, Quicksilver's X-gene stopped the static force field, and Shen Jue transformed into a destructive meteor, shuttling back and forth to collide with the Chitauri's home planet.

His fist pierced through the ring of living metal above the equator of the Chitauri homeworld, and the shockwave spread outward from the point of impact, pulverizing the biomechanical structures within a radius of thousands of kilometers.

Shen Jue then penetrated vertically from the Arctic direction, piercing through the largest incubation temple on that planet. Hundreds of millions of Chitauri egg sacs turned into viscous pus in the super-speed vibration.

Upon arriving in space again, Shen Jue aimed at the Earth's core and swiftly traversed it. He emerged unscathed from passing through molten metal and high-pressure plasma, but the kinetic energy trail he left behind caused the entire planet's magnetic field to collapse instantly.

The home planet began to tremble, and the surface, where life and technology had merged, cracked open like a festering wound, revealing enormous, pulsating organs and shimmering neural networks within.

Those originally neatly arranged postmodern apocalyptic buildings collapsed and burned like building blocks in the continuous shock waves.

The atmosphere began to peel away, and the ecological domes that relied on biotechnology to sustain them burst one after another.

The crust of the Chitauri homeworld finally succumbed to the continuous impacts, collapsing in chunks to reveal a boiling ocean of magma and a twisted mechanical skeleton beneath.

As Shen Jue moved at high speed, he saw that the cities of the Chitauri were like crushed ant nests, with fragments and remains silently drifting away in the vacuum.

Finally, he stopped and hovered in front of the fragmented remains of his home planet, which had been shattered into several pieces, watching as the last fragments of the planet slowly drifted away from each other under the influence of gravity and inertia.

The once-proud homeworld of the Chitauri, home to advanced biotechnology, is now nothing more than a desolate wasteland floating in space, shimmering with the embers of despair.

Shen Jue floated in the vacuum of space, with the shattered remains of the Chitauri homeworld behind him.

Those massive planetary fragments are slowly moving away from each other, like a silent funeral.

He raised his hand and said, "Let the tomb of civilization become provisions."

The gravitational field extended outwards, covering the ruins.

The electromagnetic field superimposed on the ground precisely locks in the scattered metal and biological tissue.

The debris began to move back, and the kinetic energy released when they collided was precisely absorbed by Shen Jue using a gravitational field.

The impact surfaces were compressed together like dough.

Fragments of biological tissue wriggled like living things, filling the gaps in the metal skeleton under the pull of the electromagnetic field.

The metal skeleton is as if it has been rewoven by invisible fingers, bent, broken, and reassembled into a more intricate structure.

Shen Jue's control possesses an artistic precision.

His brain, accelerated by the Quicksilver gene, performed billions of calculations, each step perfectly timed.

The residual incubation fluid from the scattered hatching sacs on the track was collected by the gravitational funnel, coalescing into a viscous torrent that was injected into the re-aggregated core.

Those enormous organs that once pulsed with neural networks were folded and compressed by Shen Jue and stuffed into the center of the new sphere, like putting a beating heart into a chest cavity.

Ultimately, all the debris coalesced into a dense sphere with a diameter of approximately three thousand kilometers.

It is no longer a postmodern hell where biology and technology merge, but a polymer of organic and inorganic matter, with a surface as smooth as a polished black pearl, but inside it seals all the remains of the Chitauri homeworld.

"That's good," Shen Jue thought to himself. "It's a way of making use of waste materials."

As for the Chitauri who died on their homeworld?

It has nothing to do with Shen Jue.

Shen Jue turned around and looked back in the direction she had come from.

The portal remained suspended there, like a silver ring embedded in the black curtain of the universe.

That was the passage he had carefully protected using his magnetic field.

Countless light-years away lies Earth, the home of humanity he loved.

Shen Jue raised his hand, and the gem at the top of the Mind Scepter shone brightly, reflecting on his calm face.

"I'm home."

He enveloped his entire body in an electromagnetic field, transforming into a streak of light as he passed through the portal.

Earth, over New York.

Dozens of satellites in geosynchronous orbit simultaneously captured the destruction that spanned light-years.

Inside the UN Security Council's emergency meeting room, the images on the large screen plunged all the delegates into a deathly silence.

The US president dropped his pen on the table but didn't bend down to pick it up.

The Russian general muttered a curse under his breath, then made the sign of the cross.

The British Prime Minister opened his mouth, but ultimately only managed to utter, "My God."

The French Foreign Minister stared at the screen, his face as pale as a sheet.

Then, someone clapped first, though it's unclear who it was.

Applause erupted in the conference room like gunpowder that had been ignited.

Cheers erupted from the streets of New York, from the squares of London, from Shibuya in Tokyo, and from screens all over the world.

But amidst the cheers, a sense of fear crept up everyone's spine.

That fear had no name, yet it was more terrifying than the Chitauri warships.

Because everyone realized that the portal above Earth was connected to an entity that could crush planets with a flick of its wrist.

And that being has just returned to Earth.

On the battlefield in New York, Tony Stark looked up at the silver light bursting out of the portal.

His armor had only 3% energy left, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Natasha leaned against the rooftop railing and let out a long breath.

Steve Rogers looked up at the sky, his shield slowly lowering, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Banner emerged from behind the ruins, having transformed back into his human form.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "He really did take care of things over there."

Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly, his gaze complex as he stared at the closing door.

"Midgardeners," he murmured, "there are such monsters among you."

On the other side of the portal, the last embers of the Chitauri homeworld had completely vanished.

The polymer that Shen Jue had shaped into a black pearl was floating quietly in the void.

Above New York, Shen Jue's figure slowly descended, the Mind Scepter in his hand emitting a faint yellow light.

He landed in front of the Avengers, his face calm, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Everyone," Shen Jue said softly, "you've worked hard."

Meanwhile, the Black Watch Security Team, which was somewhat damaged but generally intact and had not suffered any casualties, appeared silently behind Shen Jue.

Frank, covered in filth, looked at Shen Jue with expectant eyes.

Everyone was still processing what they had just seen.

Father Shen Jue destroyed the alien invaders' home planet in just a few minutes.

Steve then stepped forward and asked somewhat nervously, "Is there still life on that planet?"

Shen Jue looked at Steve and said with a smile, "There was once."

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat tense.

Tony opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

Natasha turned her face away and didn't say anything.

Banner lowered his head and adjusted his glasses.

Saul remained silent and offered no comment.

No one stepped forward to accuse Shen Jue of wiping out a race.

Because everyone remembers that the Chitauri were just trying to invade Earth, and if Shen Jue hadn't taken action, Earth would have already been in danger of extinction.

Shen Jue turned slightly to the side, her gaze falling on the man covered in gunpowder and blood.

Frank Castle stood at the front of the Blackwatch security team's ranks, his tactical vest stained with Chitauri bodily fluids.

But his back was ramrod straight.

"Very good performance." Shen Jue's voice was very low, so low that only Frank could hear it.

"You have not let me down, Frank."

Frank's Adam's apple bobbed.

"I will keep that promise."

In that instant, a very subtle change flashed across Frank Castle's face.

His lips tightened, and the muscles in his jaw tensed.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Father... I will follow your will."

Shen Jue looked at him, his calm eyes reflecting Frank's current appearance: a soldier covered in blood, a man who had crawled back from the brink of death.

A warrior who willingly becomes a cyborg in order to resurrect his wife and children.

"Very good," Shen Jue said softly. "This is what I will do next."