To beings like Loki, so-called "superpowered humans" or enhanced individuals—no matter how strong—were never truly worth taking seriously.
It wasn't about strength.
It was about the level of existence.
Just like the difference between humans and beasts.
A beast could be stronger, faster, capable of crushing a human with ease—but it was still a beast.
Humans stood above them.
Not because of strength—
But because of consciousness.
Wisdom. Knowledge. Self-awareness.
Humans lived by thought.
Beasts lived by instinct.
A beast could live its entire life without ever understanding what it was, why it existed, or where it belonged in the world.
That—
Was the true gap.
…
And because of that difference—
Humans ruled the Earth.
To Loki, the same principle applied.
He was not human.
Even if he could be injured…
Even if he could be defeated…
Even if he could die…
He was still fundamentally different.
Without doing anything, he could live for thousands of years.
How long had human civilization even existed?
And if Loki chose to act—
With just a little effort—
He could spend centuries cultivating a world, guiding it, shaping it, and eventually creating a civilization rivaling Earth itself.
To him, it would be like a game.
A nudge here.
A push there.
A bit of guidance.
And over time—
An entire world would rise.
…
And beyond that—
As a sorcerer, as a god—
He had the potential to transcend.
With his talent, given enough time, reaching the level of the Ancient One or even Agamotto was not impossible.
He didn't lack foundation.
He didn't lack potential.
He only lacked time.
It was like a classroom.
Other students were discussing their futures—becoming teachers, workers, chasing ordinary lives.
And Loki?
The moment he graduated, he'd be handed billions.
Even if he wasted his life—
He would still inherit unimaginable wealth.
How could they even compare?
To Loki, Peter had once been nothing more than the top student in that class.
Smart.
Strong.
Exceptional.
But still—
Human.
No matter how talented, he would still have to struggle, fight, and climb his way up.
Maybe, after decades of effort, he could reach Loki's level.
But right now?
They weren't the same.
But now—
Everything had changed.
It was as if Peter had suddenly hit the jackpot.
As if overnight, he had become one of those untouchable elites.
In Loki's eyes—
Peter had crossed that line.
He had become something…
On the same level.
"I think I understand now," Peter said calmly, his voice carrying a faint hint of amusement. "That arrogance of yours… it comes from seeing everyone from above, doesn't it?"
Loki didn't respond.
He didn't need to.
Because Peter was right.
But Peter didn't dwell on it.
There were more important things to deal with.
Like—
The massive warship still hovering above them.
His body slowly rose into the air.
No wings.
No visible force lifting him.
This—
Was something else entirely.
"…Too bad I don't have any proper artifacts on hand."
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Guess I'll have to use my fists."
In that instant—
The world changed.
The air trembled.
Clouds churned.
A force—imperceptible to most—began gathering from all directions.
Those with sharper senses could feel it.
Something vast.
Something ancient.
Something—
Fundamental.
The energy of space and earth itself.
Peter looked at his hand, his eyes flickering with realization.
"So this is what I got."
Everything he had endured—
Every moment spent in the gravity chamber—
Every ounce of effort—
Had transformed.
Converted.
Refined—
Into something greater.
His body was still powerful.
But now—
It was no longer just strength.
It was filled with something deeper.
Something purer.
"Then…"
Peter clenched his fist.
"Break."
He punched.
The sky roared.
Winds howled.
Clouds spiraled as if the heavens themselves were responding.
From a distance of thousands of meters—
His punch struck empty space.
"Crack—!"
A sound.
Like glass shattering.
And then—
Everyone saw it.
From satellites orbiting Earth…
To Tony and Hulk still retreating…
To Loki lying just meters away—
They all witnessed the same impossible scene.
The bombardment—
Stopped.
Every beam.
Every shell.
Every blast—
Frozen in midair.
Time itself seemed to halt.
Then—
Cracks appeared.
Across the sky.
Like a mirror breaking.
…
And in the next instant—
Everything shattered.
A terrifying force surged forward—
Ripping through the frozen barrage—
Racing upward—
Slamming directly into the warship.
"BOOM—!!!"
…
High above—
A massive imprint appeared.
The shape of a fist.
And beyond it—
The warship—
Began to disintegrate.
One of Thanos's most powerful flagships—
Destroyed.
With a single punch.
…
Far away, deep in space—
On his throne—
Thanos watched.
Silently.
But in his eyes—
There was something new.
Fear.
And rage.
-----
Back on Earth—
Across every nation—
Screens flickered with the same image.
Leaders fell silent.
News anchors froze mid-sentence.
Audiences stared in disbelief.
Because what had just been shattered—
Wasn't just a warship.
It was—
Everything they thought they knew about power.
--------------
T/N:
Support the Story and Read 40+ Chapters early on P@treon:👉[email protected]/MPHFics