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Chapter 530: The Eye of an Elder · Oct 11, 2026

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501 Chapter 501: The Ship That Swept Everything Aside 2026-10-11
502 Chapter 502: A Long-Overdue Contact 2026-10-11
503 Chapter 503: Atmospheric Hyper-Acceleration Launch System 2026-10-11
504 Chapter 504: The Armor’s First Real Combat Test 2026-10-11
505 Chapter 505: A Rescue That Wasn’t Quite Perfect 2026-10-11
506 Chapter 506: Withdrawal 2026-10-11
507 Chapter 507: Identity Exposed 2026-10-11
508 Chapter 508: Private Communication Line 2026-10-11
509 Chapter 509: The Videotape Appears 2026-10-11
510 Chapter 510: Informing the Young Master 2026-10-11
511 Chapter 511: Meeting Up 2026-10-11
512 Chapter 512: The Truth Revealed 2026-10-11
513 Chapter 513: Where the Serum Went 2026-10-11
514 Chapter 514: Sentry 2026-10-11
515 Chapter 515: The Tough Guy Who Insisted on Taking the Bus 2026-10-11
516 Chapter 516: The Secret Base Under Surprise Attack 2026-10-11
517 Chapter 517: Hints of the Blood God Ritual 2026-10-11
518 Chapter 518: The Man in the Medical Tank 2026-10-11
519 Chapter 519: Edgewood Tower 2026-10-11
520 Chapter 520: Infiltration 2026-10-11
521 Chapter 521: Corridor Showdown 2026-10-11
522 Chapter 522: Temple of Eternal Night 2026-10-11
523 Chapter 523: Showing Off Gets You Struck by Lightning 2026-10-11
524 Chapter 524: Dr. Johnson 2026-10-11
525 Chapter 525: Cleaning the Field 2026-10-11
526 Chapter 526: Wrapping Things Up 2026-10-11
527 Chapter 527: A Cleaner Los Angeles 2026-10-11
528 Chapter 528: A Distress Call from New York 2026-10-11
529 Chapter 529: The Elderly Woman with Dementia 2026-10-11
530 Chapter 530: The Eye of an Elder 2026-10-11
531 Chapter 531: Escaping Smoothly 2026-10-11
532 Chapter 532: Dinner After Surviving Disaster 2026-10-11
533 Chapter 533: Trouble Returns 2026-10-11
534 Chapter 534: The Only Candidate 2026-10-11
535 Chapter 535: The True Target 2026-10-11
536 Chapter 536: Superman vs. Void 2026-10-11
537 Chapter 537: Quicksilver Joins the Battle 2026-10-11
538 Chapter 538: Stepping on Air 2026-10-11
539 Chapter 539: The X-Men Enter the Fight 2026-10-11
540 Chapter 540: Fierce Battle 2026-10-11
541 Chapter 541: Miscalculation 2026-10-11
542 Chapter 542: The Void’s Temptation 2026-10-11
543 Chapter 543: The Mages of Kamar-Taj 2026-10-11
544 Chapter 544: A Battle Without Restraint 2026-10-11
545 Chapter 545: An Opportunity Too Dangerous to Swallow 2026-10-11
546 Chapter 546: Dormammu Interferes 2026-10-11
547 Chapter 547: A Good Sentry 2026-10-11
548 Chapter 548: Another Battle Against the X-Men 2026-10-11
549 Chapter 549: A Snap of the Fingers 2026-10-11
550 Chapter 550: Blurred Memories 2026-10-11

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Henry walked quickly, but his movements were steady and smooth enough that the old lady felt little discomfort.

The group made it downstairs without trouble.

He carefully settled Katharine Hepburn into the back seat of the car and fastened her seatbelt himself.

In this era, rear-seat seatbelts were still often aftermarket additions.

Although Princess Diana’s death in the 1997 car crash had pushed the issue into public discussion, society had not yet fully caught up with the need for rear passenger safety.

But once tucked into the back seat, the old lady complained:

”Hey now, you’re not letting me sit in the front?”

”Be good. If you sit in the back, Maria can look after you.

”It’s much safer than the passenger seat.”

After putting the caregiver’s luggage in the trunk, Henry returned to the driver’s seat.

Looking back at the two women, he asked:

”Everyone seated properly? Seatbelts on?

”The ride may be a little... exciting.”

”My boy, you’re not planning to do some street racing, are you?”

Katharine Hepburn sounded almost delighted.

Starting the engine and stepping on the gas, Henry sighed helplessly.

”In downtown New York? Who could possibly race here?

”It’s just that today is a little special. It may feel more like bumper cars.

”So hold on.”

Watching the strange scenes outside the window, the old lady asked:

”What’s happened today?

”People on the street seem awfully tense.”

After thinking a moment, Henry answered honestly:

”Do you know Sentinel, Katharine?”

Meanwhile, his driving alternated between sudden acceleration, sharp turns, and swerving around other vehicles.

”Of course I know him.

”The Golden Guardian, isn’t he?

”I still watch the news and keep up with current events.

”Humanity’s first superhero.

”Hah—superhero.

”I thought that word belonged only in comic books.”

Faced with such sharp commentary, Henry didn’t know how to respond.

So he simply continued:

”In any case... that superhero Sentinel has gone berserk.”

”Oh.

”So he’s stopped pretending.”

”Stopped pretending? What do you mean?”

Henry couldn’t help asking.

He overtook another car as he spoke.

”His acting was far too amateurish to fool me.

”I never believed that boy was anything like a comic-book superhero.

”Compared to him, your acting is much better, little Henry.

’Missed me,’ hm?

”I almost believed you.”

At times like this, denial was the only option.

Henry stubbornly protested:

”What acting? I really did miss you, Katharine.”

Then, feeling oddly guilty, he honked twice at another driver and rolled down the window just long enough to complain at them while passing.

But what interested Henry most now was this:

What quack doctor had diagnosed this old woman with dementia?

Her perception was razor sharp.

Trying to fool her?

Forget it.

As if emphasizing Henry’s thoughts, Katharine asked:

”Since you claim you missed me, wanted to cook for me personally, and drink some good wine—

”Tell me then.

”What exactly were you planning to cook?”

”Obviously whatever you want.

”I hadn’t asked yet, so how would I know what to prepare?

”Katharine, is there anything you’ve especially wanted lately?

”You know my cooking.

”I could work as head chef at any five-star restaurant.”

”You’re letting me choose?”

”Yes.

”Eating bland healthy food all the time must get tiresome.

”Is there any flavor you miss?”

”I want Beef Wellington.”

Henry was speechless.

He swerved left, then right, avoiding another car.

”Katharine... you know I cook at Michelin three-star level.

”And you’re asking me to make one of Britain’s most famous dark culinary crimes?”

The old lady answered seriously:

”You asked what flavor I missed.

”Sometimes the most delicious food is memorable because of who you shared it with.

”But the foods remembered deepest of all are the ones so awful they leave scars.

”And Beef Wellington isn’t bad.

”It just has... distinctive flavor.

”You asked.

”That’s what I want.”

Well.

No point bargaining.

If Katharine Hepburn wanted Beef Wellington—

Then Beef Wellington it would be.

After weaving left and right through traffic, Henry finally made it out of New York City proper and headed north toward the suburbs.

Driving to Fenwick, Connecticut would still take more than two hours.

Along the way, Henry chatted with this old woman who was either absent-minded or so lucid she had transcended ordinary clarity.

At the same time, he asked Maria Thomson to call ahead to the family home in Fenwick.

Katharine’s younger brother’s family lived there.

Showing up without warning would be rude.

Besides, with New York in chaos, they were probably worried already and trying to contact her.

Calling to let them know she was safe was only proper.

As for Sentinel—possibly possessed by the Void, or with the Void personality now dominant—

He was currently battling U.S. military attack helicopters.

Several of the expensive war machines had already been destroyed.

At this point in history, America’s confidence in military supremacy remained absolute.

And whenever faced with powerful mutants, they always believed they would eventually find a way to defeat them.

So when the opponent became Sentinel, most soldiers simply viewed him as another especially dangerous mutant.

If command ordered attack, then they attacked.

Maybe one lucky bullet from them would bring him down.

Maybe they would become a war hero.

The soldiers, of course, didn’t realize that in the eyes of generals and politicians, they were merely statistics—

Combat resources.

Casualty figures.

Just another ”1.”

Still, Henry benefited from their sacrifice.

Because the military kept throwing itself at Sentinel, Henry’s evacuation of Katharine Hepburn went smoothly.

At the very least, Sentinel wasn’t coming after him.

At this stage, no one truly understood just how powerful this superhero was.

To an ant, after all, whether it was stepped on by an elephant or a dinosaur hardly mattered.

The ant neither needed to know nor could tell the difference.

The soldiers simply believed:

If bullets didn’t work, the caliber was too small.

If bombs failed, the yield was too low.

Bigger guns plus bigger explosions could solve anything.

Henry had no intention of warning the U.S. military otherwise.

If he spoke up now, they’d probably suspect ulterior motives.

Instead, he found himself wondering:

Which comic storyline was this event connected to?

Or perhaps—

Did this mean the world he lived in had already begun drifting away from the familiar paths he knew?

And most importantly...

Who was going to stop Sentinel?

Everything Henry knew about this world’s Sentinel came either from television reports or bits of private information Jack Reacher had shared.

How had Sentinel been treated here?

Who did he work with?

What had he actually done?

Other than the existence of that Watchtower building in New York—

Henry knew almost nothing.

Naturally, he was equally clueless about what had caused Sentinel to become dominated by the Void.

He still remembered that in the comics, the first time Sentinel truly lost control, it took Mister Fantastic, Iron Man, Doctor Strange, numerous other major heroes—

And Sentinel himself regaining awareness—

To suppress the Void.

Those heroes who had helped restrain him in the comics?

At this point in time, most of them were still ordinary people.

Well...

Doctor Strange was uncertain.

Henry hadn’t personally confirmed his current status.

So under these circumstances—

How would this catastrophe caused by a superhero end?

Henry was genuinely curious.

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