Two guards stood watching over the Maggot's Gate. The gate was called the Maggot's gate because it led to the old prison where six retired masters from the League resided. The name of the prison training complex is the Maggot's Nest. The only time one went to the old prison willingly was for graduation training from a normal grunt to an elite and if you survived those old monsters you had the privilege of learning under the grandmaster himself, Ras Al Ghul.
This guard duty was one of the most relaxed because hardly anyone used this gate. Everything was calm until the guards heard someone clear their throat. They both looked around only to notice an assassin staring at them. He didnt say a word just showed the wooden badge used as a means of passage. They soon both bowed to the masked assassin, "We apologize senior, we did not see you there."
The nameless masked assassin just nodded and walked through the now parted gate. he continued walking until he got to the Main training hall for the grunts. He stepped into the hall and saw 20 men sparing with live steel swords and knives. All had noticed his entrance and ignored him except for one man and woman. Ras and Talia were overseeing the training of their forces until they saw a fairly tall masked assassin walk in at the other end of the hall. Ras knew who it was immediately, he was told by his old friends that today would be the day that their greatest disciple would present himself to finish his training under Ras.
Ras looked at the man and the man looked him straight it in the eye. The eye color was the same old Hazel but instead of the fire he saw in the ten year old's eyes, now he saw cold. It was truly a chilling sight to look into those cold, calculating eyes. "Hold!" He yelled and all the assassins stopped. "Whomever brings me that man's head will have 1 boon from me." They all followed the direction their Lord pointed to a lone assassin in the doorway. Said assassin glared at Ras before letting out a tired sigh. He took his first stop forward and was attacked by 3 men.
---20 MINUTES EARLIER---
It had been six years since Viktor had came into this world and then joined the League of Assassins. He started to reminisce the last 6 years. He played the part of an annoying brat to get Ras Al Ghul's attention. He succeeded but it definitely backfired on him when he was drugged and sent to an underground prison deep in the mountains of Nanda Parbat to be trained by 6 masters of the league.
They were all retired, old fossils but they were still young enough to kick ass. And kick they did. They beat up on Viktor's little ten year old body until his pain tolerance was adequate. One of the darkest days for Viktor was when they discovered that he had a minor healing factor. They took his training to another level. They would continually break him and then waited for their favorite training dummy to heal up before they started back up again. Within the first year his body had evolved numerous times due to his training. The more his body was traumatized the more it evolved.
After 2 years Viktor had learned quite a lot from the masters. The NZT that he had taken had helped him greatly. If it werent for that he would have not picked up on the training as fast as he did. He picked up languages from the 6 'teachers'. It was all going ok. Getting your ass kicked everyday for at least 12 hours a day is no fun but he could already see some improvements and well, if the world he was going to fix was going to shit, he was gonna need all the skills he could get.
In his 3rd year in the Nest, he was hit so hard that he almost died, The teachers just threw him back into his cell and would wait it out until morning and if he wasn't any better they would ask Ras to use the pit on the boy. They didnt admit it out loud but they all respected him. He had yet to give up.
On his cot he was Very close to death when he realized that he was in a familiar void. He gritted his teeth, "ROB! I know you're there. show yourself and take your beating like a man, you lazy annoying bastard!" When the white room appeared again instead of Rob, He saw a woman with a blurry face.
"I can see you have some issues with 'ROB'. Be at ease child, you and I have some things to discuss." She waved her hand and a table and chairs appeared along with a tea service cart. "I assume you have an idea who I am?"
Viktor nodded, "Yes, you are The Creator. Why am I here? Did I die again? Are you gonna turn everything back to what it was?"
The Creator just sipped her tea before sighing, "You present an interesting problem. I could turn everything back but to be honest your world is better off without you. Don't take it badly, what I mean is that when you saved your friend's life you changed things for the better on your world. Which leads me to our current problem, 'Rob' as you call him has been negligent and for that, he is currently being punished." She took another sip of tea. and looked back at Viktor.
"Now, like most things 'ROB' handled, your situation was half assed. I still need a fixer in the MCU but you as a normal human would not last. Rob had the right idea of sending you to be trained but he half assed everything and from looking at your system log made things much more difficult for you than it should have been. So we are here to discuss your options."
Viktor was taken aback from what she was saying. he didn't know what his future held. "So what are my options?" he asked.
She smiled and put her tea cup down and gave him his options. "Option 1, you die and you join your loved ones in your heaven. Option 2, We rewind time and correct the mistakes, you go back to your world and live a happy life as a medic. Option 3, you continue your training and once it has been completed you move on to fix the MCU because ending the lives of half a universe then undoing it all through time travel destabilizes the universe and is destroyed before its expiration and we cant have that."
Viktor was stunned for a moment, he was being trained so he could fix the MCU?! He really didnt have a choice. He hated leaving things undone. As these thoughts were going through his head The Creator's smile grew as she knew his answer.
"I choose option 3."
"Excellent! now before I send you back for training we will be making some changes. ROB did a horrible job with your system and to be honest you dont really need it so I will remove your system but I will leave Cortana as your A.I. with all her current abilities and we will tweak your body to still be adaptable and your evolution system will actually be changed into a devour skill and a body tempering skill rolled into one. Its basically what you have been doing but now the functions are more defined. Think of it like Gob-ichi in Re:Monster and a Saiyan's Zenkai ability. Now onto your other abilities, I like the idea of stealth for your soul and abilities so I will cloak your soul so no one will be able to see into your soul or have surveillance on you magically. Now your mind is where ROB really messed up, the Gamer mind that he gave you slowly changes your mind to your default setting so its permanent. You have been in battle mode the last 3 years what do you think is your default now?"
Viktor frowned but he realized that he wasnt upset just calm and neutral dare he say it apathetic. Not good.
"Do you understand now? I will fix this, you will now not be permanently be affected and still be secure since no one will be able to read and control your mind. Now for all the wrongs that ROB has done to you I will gift you, your own inventory that Cortana may access and the Shop. You no longer have a system so you didnt have those features anymore but I will give you back your inventory and access to the shop which will basically be the same as before but the items will not be perverse and you will have to trade either money or sell items to the shop to get sp. I have faith in you so stay strong and finish your training here before I send you to another world to continue your training.
Viktor accepted the change in management and was happy that annoying lazy bastard was being punished. He later woke up in his cot still bloodied but ok. The last three years of his training were just as brutal as the previous 3. One thing that could be said is that he had grown from an emaciated caramel skinned 10 year old to a deadly and fit young man.
He was 16 but his body was that of a swimmer. He was not bulky like a weightlifter or wiry like a runner but more in the middle like a panther, he was built for power and speed. Before he left the Nest for good he made sure to show his teachers how much he appreciated their knowledge. The night before he left had infected all of them with a slow acting poison that would kill them and they would not be able to cure since it was from an other world.
Viktor was a lot of things and a door mat is not one of them He had his revenge now, he just needs to take out Ras and be on his way. Just as he finished reminiscing he heard Ras ask his men to kill him. He knew it was a test and that was doing it to mess with him. He ground his teeth and prepared for the attack.
---PRESENT---
Viktor saw the 3 men come at him he took the sword from the first which gave a sloppy thrust to his heart. He took the sword and threw it at the man who did a jumping vertical slash from behind. He wasnt able to block it and was impaled. He punched the now disarmed man in the throat and used him as a shield against the thrid man who stabbed at Viktors side. He quickly moved into his blind spot and then snapped his neck.
He picked up the Chokutos the League favors and started the slaughter. He was constantly moving, he parried more than block and every parry led to one of his enemies being hurt by one of their alies before both were cut down. This vicious cycle continued until there was only 5 left and surrounded Viktor. The hall was covered in gore Viktor was no different he his swords out which cleaned the blades of blood but hit the eyes of two of the men.
Viktor pressed his advantage and killed 3 more men. He was about to charge the last 2 when he felt air being displaced. He rolled forward and threw a sword in to the neck of one the men and threw the other sword back to where he had been standing. He heard the clang of his sword being parried he charged forward to the falling body of the impaled man and pulled the sword and slashing the last mans throat before blocking a slash at his back. He rolled forward again before slashing back and he finally got a good look at his attacker. He remembered those beautiful green eyes and face. Talia al Ghul is a gorgeous woman she is also a spoiled and crazy woman but that doesnt detract from her beauty.
"You are quite a lucky little brat aren't you? You survived the Nest and took on 20 men and came out victorious but your luck ends now!" Talia charged Viktor once again and they exchanged a few slashes before jumping apart again.
"Ahh, I remember you now, the spoiled princess! You still look beautiful but you still have that stick up your ass. I bet if you would just get laid people would like you more." Talia ground her teeth and went in for another attack she had been so annoyed and threatened by Viktor she didn't notice he had led her to a puddle of blood and when she took her first step she slipped. It didn't help that she was wearing high heeled boots(how do women in comic books do it? You would think it would be a hazard.) Viktor took advantage and blocked her deperate thrust. He then wound back to take her head which she realized if her widened eyes were anything to go by.
Viktor was then kicked to the side which instead of decapitating Talia only gave her a shallow cut on her throat. Viktor spun and landed in a ready position but Ras was standing in front of Talia.
"That is enough! You have become good, boy. You're teachers have out done themselves."
Viktor relaxed a bit but he was still ready for any fight. Ras saw this and approved but was slightly annoyed that the boy still had a naked blade pointed at him.
"Didn't your teachers teach you that you should not aim a blade at your Lord?" Viktor didnt say anything and kept his blade ready.
"My teachers taught me that I should not put my blade down until either my enemy is dead or I am. So are you my enemy?" Viktor asked
Ras frowned and then asked "What makes you think I'm your enemy, boy?" Viktor raised an eyebrow and nodded towards Talia who had been silently listening to the exchange while she stopped the bleeding on her throat. "She attacked me and when I was going to take her head you jumped in. So, are you going to take vengeance on me for harming your daughter?"
Ras then stepped aside "No boy, I will not take vengeance, you were defending yourself and like a true warrior you had won, I simply didn't want to see my daughter die."
Viktor clicked his tongue and looked at Talia, "I defeated her and it is beneath me to pick on the weak. I'm back from training so what do we do now?" He had said those things specifically to mock her. Ras' eyes hardened when Viktor called his daughter weak but there was nothing he could do to refute it and he did need to speak with the boy. "Talia leave us, tend to your wounds and fix your deficiencies." Talia ground her teeth and gave Viktor a hatred filled glare. She then turned around and left.
Ras led Viktor to his throne room. Ras took his seat and told Viktor to remove his head covering. Viktor did and stood at parade rest while Ras inspected the young man. Ras took in the sight of the now 16 year old Viktor. He saw a young man who stood at 5'10" caramel skin and hazel eyes his hair was what most would consider a buzzcut and he had some five o'clock shadow on his sharp features.
Ras looked into his eyes and still saw that defiance and wrath but it was now tempered and honed so it was no longer hot but replaced by cold, calculated ruthlessness. He was happy that the boy survived the Nest. "You have grown and your teachers state you are more than adequate they sent you to me, to finish your training. I trained your teachers so you should be acquainted with my teaching style. Go rest and we will begin in the morning."
Viktor was about to turn around and leave but Ras stopped him. "Your teachers said that they gave you a new name, what is it that we shall call you, my young friend?"
Viktor, looked into Ras eyes and said, "They gave me my name as a joke and I just dont care enough to change it. They called me La Yamat." Viktor then turned and followed the assassin to where he would rest.
Ras watched the young man walk out and quirked the corners of his lips upwards. "If I had any doubts about you before my young friend they have been set at ease. 'The Undying One.' it's almost as if you were fated to be my heir." He smiled and decided to go prepare for his new heirs training.