Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 822: Wish Granting Cup

"What should we do now?"

After a brief silence, someone in the cabin finally asked. However, the question received no immediate response. It wasn’t until much later that a white light appeared in the cabin, and Fang Mo slowly emerged from it.

"I really love Earth."

As soon as he appeared, Fang Mo, carrying a massive sword, began speaking to himself, "Look at this tiny ball, full of water, nurturing life like a young mother... and then it caught fire."

“…”

The others didn’t know how to react anymore.

The people from Xavier’s school were somewhat used to Fang Mo’s personality, but the mutants under Bishop were different. Their understanding of power had been utterly overturned. When they saw Fang Mo, they seemed almost dazed.

It wasn’t fear they felt, but more of a surreal disbelief.

This reaction was actually quite normal. It’s like when people experience a major shock—they don’t immediately feel sadness but instead become numb. It’s only later that the reality sinks in, and the emotions finally erupt.

This is the brain’s way of protecting itself, temporarily suppressing harsh truths to prevent a mental breakdown.

This wasn’t a nuclear war initiated by humans; it was divine retribution, a total extinction that would leave no trace of civilization. All life, whether human or otherwise, would be completely erased, leaving behind only a superheated, dead planet.

And the one responsible for this devastation was now casually chatting in front of them, making light of the situation.

If he had looked like a majestic god, perhaps they could have accepted it more easily. But instead, he appeared as an ordinary human, indistinguishable from the rest of them. This vast contrast created a bizarre sense of detachment.

For a brief moment, they wondered if they were trapped in some kind of illusion.

A god powerful enough to burn an entire planet to ashes, yet looking like a regular person? It felt as absurd as hailing a taxi in the morning, only for the driver to get so angry at a traffic stop that he flew into space and swallowed the sun to ensure no one would ever have to go to work again.

In this moment, confusion, disbelief, and absurdity overwhelmed everyone’s hearts. They couldn’t process the reality of what had just happened.

"It seems we have no choice but to go ahead with the plan," Logan sighed heavily, his voice full of exhaustion. "This future is beyond horrible. No one can accept an ending like this."

"Or you could choose to rebuild civilization," Fang Mo suggested. "Just like Adam and Eve. You could create a thriving new world— I could even help you build an Eden, and I have some forbidden fruit on hand."

"Let’s just forget that," Magneto sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Hey, don’t give up so soon," Fang Mo encouraged with a grin. "Back then, Eden only had two people, but here we have plenty. I'm sure you could rebuild civilization in no time. And if you’re not into women, I can even research some brotherly reproduction techniques—who knows, Magneto, maybe you and Charles could have a child in your old age."

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“Can you be serious for once?” Charles couldn’t take it anymore, interrupting Fang Mo.

"Yeah, let's not go there," Kitty Pryde chimed in, clearly disturbed. As one of the women in the group, the thought of rebuilding civilization was terrifying to her. "Let’s just focus on the 'Days of Future Past' plan. I can send Logan back decades if needed."

"Then let’s not waste any time," Logan said, eager to change the subject. "This ship won’t last long in space. We need to start now."

"Hold on."

Fang Mo suddenly raised his hand, stopping them.

"What now?" Logan's patience was wearing thin. "You just burned the entire world to ash, and now you have another problem?"

"There’s not enough oxygen in this ship," Fang Mo said, shrugging. "What if we go back in time and take too long? They’d suffocate."

Logan’s blood pressure skyrocketed. "And whose fault do you think that is? You better have a solution!"

"Ahem... actually, I do," Fang Mo coughed awkwardly. He then pointed to the moon. "But we’ll have to go there first."

"The moon?"

Everyone was puzzled but, trusting Fang Mo, Charles signaled Storm to fly the ship toward the moon.

Thanks to their advanced technology, it didn’t take long for the ship to land smoothly on the lunar surface.

(How the fuck? They can't stay too long in space but can travel from Earth to Moon?)

Without wasting any more time, Fang Mo teleported out of the ship. In the distance, he chose a massive crater and drew out a giant wooden sword.

He thrust the sword into the ground effortlessly, as if the moon’s surface was made of soft tofu. And before everyone’s astonished eyes, the sword’s hilt began to sprout green shoots, which grew at an incredible pace, reaching beyond their line of sight. ȑÂ₦ö₿ЕS̈

In just the blink of an eye, what began as a sprout had transformed into an enormous tree. Its roots erupted from the ground like mountain ranges, and towering branches reached out into space, reshaping the lunar landscape.

In no time at all, a colossal, divine tree stood tall upon the moon’s surface.

A faint glow filtered through the leaves, covering the entire area below. The moon's surface, once filled with intense cosmic radiation, began to stabilize, with the temperature dropping and gaseous molecules—nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide—forming in the vacuum.

“Not bad at all,” Fang Mo remarked, nodding in satisfaction as he observed the divine tree.

This was his first time testing the sword's power in the outside world, and the results were impressive. It seemed the divine tree, after multiple cross-breedings, was indeed formidable. The area beneath its canopy had completely turned into a separate dimension.

Of course, this was not its full potential. Fang Mo planned to cross-breed it with two other divine trees—the Ten-Tails from *Naruto* and the Tree of Life from *Evangelion*—to increase its power even further. If everything went smoothly, the tree's limits would be so high that even the Abyssal Shoggoth would pose no threat.

“What on earth is this thing?” A voice came from behind just as Fang Mo was making his plans.

Turning around, Fang Mo saw Logan. Thanks to his accelerated healing factor, Logan had been the first to explore the environment outside the ship.

“Oh, this is Nahida’s placenta,” Fang Mo casually explained. “If I inject some more pollen, maybe a loli Grass God will sprout from it.”

“I have no idea what that means, but I'm shocked,” Logan replied, shaking his head. “So, is this some sort of sanctuary? When are we going to change the timeline?”

“Not yet,” Fang Mo said after thinking for a moment. “You should let everyone rest, especially Kitty. Once I finish some business here, I'll come find you.”

“All right,” Logan responded. Hearing that Fang Mo had important matters to attend to, he left without further questions.

After Logan left, Fang Mo teleported to the top of the divine tree. Finding a spot to sit, he pulled out a stack of books and began flipping through them. These were the notes Ancient One had given him on dimensional demon god powers. As he read, Fang Mo raised his hands, attempting to conjure something.

A faint glow emerged from his palms.

Fang Mo wasn’t lying—he really did have something serious to do this time. Ever since he snapped his fingers in the Marvel Universe, all of his wish-granting artifacts, including the Infinity Stones, had been destroyed. This included not only the stones but also the Hōgyoku and the Arrow from *JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure*.

To create his own wish-granting artifact, the first step was to replicate these destroyed items.

He planned to retrieve the Infinity Stones from the Marvel Universe again later, and while he couldn’t fully decipher the Arrow's abilities yet, he did have the formula for recreating the Hōgyoku.

The previous Hōgyoku had been destroyed, but it left behind tiny spiritual residue. According to Aizen, Fang Mo knew that creating the Hōgyoku required part of the Soul King as a medium, along with many Shinigami and Hollow souls. These would be repeatedly refined and compressed until the Hōgyoku was satisfied, forming a complete version.

However, since this wasn’t the *Bleach* universe, there were no Shinigami or Hollow souls available. Fang Mo had his own method, though: using human souls as substitutes.

Aizen used tens of thousands of Shinigami souls, and Urahara likely used many Hollow souls. Fang Mo couldn’t get those, but with billions of human souls available on Earth, quantity should make up for quality.

Though this approach seemed somewhat cruel, it aligned with the “Days of Future Past” timeline, which would erase this version of the world. Everyone would die regardless, so collecting some souls in advance while planning to save the world afterward seemed like a fair trade to Fang Mo.

This was why he had cleansed the world with fire in the first place.

With that in mind, Fang Mo began attempting to recreate the Hōgyoku.

The process wasn’t easy, especially for someone like Fang Mo, who had no understanding of spiritual particle science. Creating the Hōgyoku from scratch seemed nearly impossible. Fortunately, he had some spiritual residue from the original Hōgyoku, which acted like a seed for a synthetic diamond. With Fang Mo pouring souls and dimensional energy into it without restraint, a vague sphere quickly formed in his hand, eventually solidifying into a black-blue spherical gem.

“It worked…”

Fang Mo's eyes lit up as he stared at the black-blue gem floating in his hand.

But the process wasn’t over yet.

In the next moment, Fang Mo activated his dimensional powers, triggering the Greater Grail magic circle in Fuyuki City. Dimensional energy replaced magical energy, and soon, a golden Holy Grail materialized in Fang Mo's hand.

Seeing the Grail take shape, Fang Mo slammed the Hōgyoku into the cup.

“Get in there!” With a loud clang, a powerful repulsion force erupted from the Hōgyoku and the Grail, as both reality-warping artifacts seemed to reject each other.

However, under the absolute control of Fang Mo's dimensional powers, the two objects were forcibly fused. With a final *ding*, the two artifacts combined into a single golden Holy Grail inlaid with the black-blue gem.

Once fused, the reality-warping power of the two artifacts seemed to amplify exponentially. The Hōgyoku’s ability to materialize inner desires and the Holy Grail’s power to materialize souls achieved a delicate balance, complementing each other's weaknesses and creating something closer to perfection.

“Did it work?”

Fang Mo raised an eyebrow, surprised by the successful result. After a moment of thought, he teleported away from the tree.

By now, the others had found places to rest, most having left the crowded ship. Charles, however, had remained aboard, reclining in his wheelchair and pretending to nap due to his limited mobility.

Suddenly, a white light appeared, and Fang Mo shoved the Grail into Charles's hands.

"Uh, what?" Charles jerked awake, instinctively grasping the Holy Grail. Still groggy, he asked in confusion, “What is this?”

"An Iveco Gold Cup,” Fang Mo hummed playfully, "It carries the dead and holds ashes..."

"???"

Charles was completely baffled.

“Alright, it’s actually my personal cup,” Fang Mo explained, seeing Charles’s confusion. "A combination of an Egyptian cat-girl and Nanako."

“And why are you giving this to me?” Charles asked, resisting the urge to throw it. "I can’t use this thing, especially not in my condition. Maybe you should try giving it to Erik instead..."

“Fine, fine, I was joking,” Fang Mo sighed, rubbing his forehead. “This is the wish-granting machine I told you about. Why don’t you try making a wish? Be sincere about it.”

“A wish-granting machine?”

Charles looked incredulous but decided to give it a try. He closed his eyes, concentrating. Though he didn’t speak his wish aloud, Fang Mo could feel the Holy Grail tremble slightly. Something seemed to flow from Charles into the Grail and then back into him. The next moment, a look of joy crossed Charles’s face.

And then, something miraculous happened—Charles stood up from his wheelchair, doing something that would make even Stephen Hawking envious.