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Just then, several "Bat" fighters parked nearby suddenly started up, their unmanned systems activated, blocking Steve's path. The machine guns under the wings spun, spitting out dense tongues of fire, forming a deathly barrage capable of tearing apart any flesh and blood.

"I'll do it!" Chu Hang's figure appeared in front of Steve like a ghost. He pushed his hands forward and shouted, "Space Warp Barrier!"

Those bullets, powerful enough to tear steel, seemed to plunge into viscous water as they reached him, their trajectories twisting and deviating strangely. Their speed decreased dramatically, and they ultimately clattered helplessly against the ground and walls beside him, none managing to penetrate that invisible barrier.

"Go! Leave this to me!" Chu Hang roared without turning his head, his arm holding the barrier as steady as a rock.

Steve didn't hesitate for a moment; this was absolute trust forged through countless battles. He bypassed the planes that were firing in vain and continued chasing after Red Skull, who was about to board one.

As Steve's figure disappeared into the boarding gate entrance, Chu Hang's lips curled into a cold smile. "Alright, you small fry, the game is over."

He slammed his hands together as if to swat a fly.

"Space Collapse!"

The space around those "Bat" fighters that were firing wildly was instantly gripped by an invisible hand and squeezed inward! The hard alloy fuselage creaked and twisted, and within a second, it was crushed into a pile of sparking scrap metal by an irresistible force!

Having resolved this minor trouble, Chu Hang glanced at the Hydra soldiers behind him who were already locked in battle with the Roaring Assault Team. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and rushed into the boarding passage of the Valkyrie.

He knew that the real show was in the sky.

When he rushed into the plane, the battle between Steve and Red Skull had reached its climax. Inside the massive cabin, the two were like two prehistoric beasts, engaging in the most primal and violent hand-to-hand combat.

Steve's fists carried immense power, each strike producing a dull thud as it pierced the air, heavy and devastating. Red Skull, after being injected with the Imperfect Serum, possessed equally astonishing strength, his attacks becoming even more frenzied and reckless. The two fought fiercely, their blows leaving one shocking dent after another in the metal wall.

Chu Hang did not intervene. He knew that this was Steve's battle, the ultimate showdown between two beliefs, a clash between idealism and fascism.

His gaze immediately locked onto the center of the cockpit. There, a cube emitting a ghostly blue light floated silently within an energy device, as if the pulse of the universe were beating within it.

The Cosmic Cube. That was the real purpose of his trip.

"You can't beat me, Rogers!" Red Skull punched Steve back, laughing maniacally, "What I possess is the power of a god! The power of the universe! And you, you're nothing but a clown in a farce costume, peddling cheap hope!"

He turned abruptly and charged toward the Cosmic Cube with all his might, seemingly wanting to draw upon its greater power to completely crush his nemesis.

"Don't touch it!" Steve's expression changed drastically. He had learned about the danger of this thing from Colonel Phillips, and he roared as he charged forward.

But it was too late. The red skull's hand was already gripping the cube tightly.

In an instant, unimaginable, extremely violent cosmic energy poured out of the Rubik's Cube without reservation, instantly filling the Red Skull's entire body! Space itself trembled!

"Aaaaaah—!" The Red Skull let out a bloodcurdling scream that was not human, a scream filled with pain, fear, and a strange sense of relief.

His body began to be decomposed and vaporized by pure energy at a visible speed! A blinding beam of light shot into the sky, burning through the roof of the plane and connecting heaven and earth! In the beam of light, the Red Skull's body turned into specks of starlight, torn apart by an irresistible force and transported to the unknown depths of the universe.

The light faded. The Cosmic Cube fell from the sky, its energy extremely unstable due to the recent explosion. The intense heat melted through the aircraft's metal floor, and it plummeted downwards, finally crashing into the frigid Arctic Ocean below with a "plop," disappearing into the unfathomable darkness.

The plane was violently shaking from the energy shock, sparks flying from all the instrument panels, and the autopilot had completely failed. Freed from its restraints, the Death Fortress was plunging headlong towards the east coast of the United States.

"Damn it!" Steve rushed into the cockpit, frantically fiddling with the completely malfunctioning instrument panel and control stick, but it was all in vain. Each of the bombs on board was enough to destroy a city. He absolutely could not let it reach the American mainland.

Chu Hang ignored all that. His eyes were fixed on the large hole, recently burned through by the Cosmic Cube, its edges still brimming with pure spatial energy. That energy, like the sweetest poison, ignited an unprecedented, frantic craving within his [Super Copier] system!

You only get one chance!

"System! Now! Copy that residual energy!" Chu Hang roared in his mind. This was the biggest gamble he had ever made since his transmigration.

[...Command confirmed. Copying...the primordial energy of the Cosmic Cube...]

The next second, a torrent of energy, billions of times larger than what he had felt in the Hydra base, as vast as the entire universe, surged into Chu Hang's body in accordance with his will!

"Ugh—!"

Chu Hang only had time to let out a suppressed groan before he felt as if his body had been instantly injected with a billion atmospheres of pressure, his soul and every cell groaning in unbearable agony! The self-healing factor, the super soldier serum, the newly fused tri-phase power... all the power within him was like a stream flowing into a tsunami before this true, pure cosmic primordial energy, unable to even create a ripple, instantly swept away into pieces!

His vision went black, and his consciousness, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted straight into an endless abyss of darkness.

Before he completely lost consciousness, the last words he heard were from Steve's voice over the radio, filled with endless tenderness and reluctance.

"Peggy...I...I might miss our dance."

“...Steve?” Peggy Carter’s voice came through the radio, trembling with disbelief and tears, the signal coming in fits and starts in the snow.

Steve glanced at Chu Hang, who had completely passed out and was bleeding from all seven orifices, and then at the endless glacier rushing past the window.

He smiled, a smile that held regret, relief, but above all, a serene acceptance of his conscience. He had fulfilled his mission.

He gripped the control stick tightly, using all his strength to aim the aerial fortress, which bore witness to death and destruction, at the boundless, pristine, and cold eternity below.

Goodbye, Peggy.

boom--! ! !

The massive Valkyrie, like a fallen black star, plunged headlong into the thick ice.

It stirred up a shower of ice shards, like a grand funeral.

Then, everything fell silent.

It was as if nothing had happened.

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Chapter 56 Sleeping into the 1990s

For Chu Hang, time has lost its meaning.

He felt as if he had sunk into an endless, deep sea, enveloped in absolute zero darkness. There was no light, no sound, no touch, and even the spark of thought was extinguished the moment he fell into that darkness.

Who is he? Where is he? How much time has passed?

Everything is nothingness.

The energy forcibly copied from the Cosmic Cube, vast as the starry sea, was now wreaking havoc within his body in the most primal and savage way. Like a giant beast imprisoned in a china shop, it was frantically tearing and crushing every cell in his body, attempting to completely erase his existence from the material realm.

But within Chu Hang's body, two other forces were stubbornly resisting this destruction.

One of them is the [S-grade self-healing factor], the foundation upon which he relies for survival. It's like a tireless repairman, immediately beginning to repair the moment cosmic energy destroys a cell. Although the speed of repair is far from keeping up with the pace of destruction, it never gives up, stubbornly maintaining the basic integrity of Chu Hang's body structure, preventing him from instantly turning into a handful of cosmic dust and dissipating into nothingness.

The other force is the [Super Soldier Serum]. It acts more like an incredibly resilient internal framework, strengthening every corner of Chu Hang's body, from bone density to cell membrane toughness, achieving strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. If an ordinary person's body is a house built of wood, then Chu Hang's body is a fortress poured with reinforced concrete. While the destructive power of cosmic energy is terrifying, completely destroying this fortress would require even more time and effort.

Thus, a strange and terrifying balance quietly formed inside his body.

Destroy, repair, destroy again, repair again.

This endless cycle continued for a very, very long time in the endless darkness and ice.

Long enough time for the ocean to turn into mulberry fields, and for once-glorious dynasties to turn into dust in the history books.

I don't know how many years have passed.

The ice sheet that originally enveloped Chu Hang had long since detached from the Greenland coastline due to the massive movement and continuous fracturing of the glacier, transforming into a massive iceberg floating on the Arctic Ocean. It embarked on a solitary, aimless journey across the frigid waters, carried by unknown ocean currents.

Finally, a powerful warm current arrived unexpectedly, completely changing its course. It began to drift slowly southward, and the huge ice mass gradually melted in the increasingly warm seawater, becoming smaller and smaller in size.

Finally, one day in 1995, the iceberg that once held two legendary soldiers met its end in the waters near the California coastline, completely disintegrating.

The wreckage of the plane named "Valkyrie," along with Steve Rogers' body, sank to the deeper, darker seabed, silently waiting to be discovered by Howard Stark's son decades later.

Chu Hang, on the other hand, seemed to be a little luckier.

A huge ice floe enveloping him was caught by a powerful underwater current and violently pushed toward the nearby shore.

With a loud crash, the ice floe shattered. Chu Hang's body, like a piece of trash abandoned by time, was washed ashore on a deserted beach by the surging waves.

The warm California sun shone for the first time on his face, which had been frozen for fifty years and was almost too young.

This warmth from the outside world was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering the terrifying balance within him that had lasted for half a century. The self-healing factor and super-soldier serum, which had been suppressed for so long, were like powerful reinforcements, launching a frenzied counterattack. And that violent cosmic energy, after fifty years of continuous consumption and wear and tear, finally showed signs of fatigue.

Chu Hang's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, like a drowning person on the verge of death, desperately gasping for the long-lost fresh air.

"Cough...cough cough!"

He coughed violently up icy, rusty seawater from his lungs. He lay sprawled on the beach, each cough churning his internal organs, feeling as if his body was being scorched by fire, the pain unbearable.

I'm alive?

Chaotic fragments of memory surged into his blank mind like a burst dam. The smoke of World War II, his comrades in the Howling Commandos, Steve's resolute figure, Red Skull's manic smile, and the Tesseract he touched at the last moment... as well as the crashing plane and the endless cold.

He struggled to lift his head and looked around blankly.

This was an unfamiliar beach, with steep cliffs behind it and an endless expanse of azure sea in front. The sunlight was somewhat dazzling, and the air was warm and humid.

Everything seemed normal.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

In the distance, a blinding white streak ripped through the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar. It was an aircraft that shouldn't have appeared in World War II; its design was closer to that of the 21st century, and its speed was astonishing.

Further out on the horizon, a massive ship, resembling a steel city, was slowly passing by. Its enormous size reminded him of the Titanic, which he had seen before his transmigration.

He looked down at himself. The combat uniform he wore, which was quite good during World War II, was now tattered, damp, and clung to his body, emitting an indescribable musty smell.

He braced his weak body and staggered up a sand dune.

When he saw the view on the other side of the dunes, he froze, as if he had been frozen in place.

On a flat, wide black highway, cars of various colors and sleek designs are speeding by.

"Where...is this place?" he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if two sheets of sandpaper were rubbing together.

Just as his mind went blank and he was completely unable to understand what he was seeing, two black, boxy cars suddenly roared out from around the corner of the road and came to a smooth stop on the side of the road not far away with a neat emergency brake.

The car doors opened almost simultaneously, and several men in black suits and sunglasses quickly got out. Their movements were swift and efficient, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, each holding a gun. They quickly spread out in a fan shape, silently surrounding Chu Hang, who stood alone on the sand dune.

Two people got out of the lead car.

One of them was a Black man in his thirties, whose sharp suit accentuated his tall and imposing figure, and whose sharp eyes were like those of a hawk. Although his face was expressionless, he exuded an aura that said, "Don't mess with me," signaling that strangers should stay away.

The other was a younger white man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a perfectly measured, formulaic smile on his face. He didn't seem threatening, but his positioning was deliberate, subtly blocking the black man's side and front, forming a protective stance.

Chu Hang's gaze swept over them, then fell on the strangely shaped black pistol in their hands, his mind racing.

These men were neither Germans nor any Allied unit he was familiar with. Their demeanor and equipment exuded an indescribable air of elite skill and mystery.

"Don't move, hands up." The young white man spoke, his voice gentle and polite, but his grip on the gun was extremely steady, the muzzle not wobbling at all. "We mean no harm, we just want to ask you a few questions."

It was in English. Chu Hang understood, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He slowly raised his hands, indicating that he posed no threat. He was so weak that he could barely stand, and the restless cosmic energy within him still throbbed with pain. He had no doubt that a mere push from the other person would send him sprawling, let alone resistance.

The sharp-eyed Black man stepped forward and stopped a few steps in front of him. His gaze lingered for a moment on Chu Hang's tattered WWII uniform, then swept over his overly young face, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Who are you?" the black man asked, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable authority and a sense of oppression. "Why are you here? This is a military restricted area."