(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
In the ephemeral realm between existence and oblivion, I experienced profound weightlessness, as if detached from the gravitational pull that governs our physical world. Engulfed in a shroud of impenetrable darkness, I navigated through the void, my senses attuned to the subtlest whispers of existence.
A glimmer of crimson light flickered in the periphery of my vision, an ethereal beacon tempting my curiosity. Yet, an inexplicable instinct compelled me to shield my eyes, as if the very radiance threatened to unravel the fragile fabric of my being. With trepidation, I clasped my hands over my eyes, willing the darkness to shield me from the unknown.
Summoning the courage to once again confront the enigma before me, I cautiously parted my fingers, unveiling a sight that defied all logical expectations. Before me stretched a vast expanse of cerulean, an azure canopy suspended above an idyllic landscape. The realization struck me with bewildering force – a sky, a true sky, unbound by the constraints of artificiality.
"You are falling, Player. The impact is imminent"
Wait... OH FUCK!
I swiftly encased myself in a web ball, bracing for the impending impact. Deep down, I knew it was going to be a painful landing. And man, did it live up to that expectation. I crashed through an entire mountain, my web cocoon shielding me from the worst of it. The cocoon bounced along the ground, coming to a jarring stop.
As I emerged from the cocoon, I felt disoriented. The impact had left me dizzy and battered. Every step I took was a struggle, my injuries leaving a trail of blood behind me. If anyone were to stumble upon me, they'd mistake me for a drunken mess, unaware of the battles I had faced.
With no clear direction, I trudged forward, driven by a desperate hope of finding help in this unknown dimension. The biting cold gnawed at my senses, but I used my skills and electric powers to fight off the worst of it. It was my injuries that posed the greatest challenge. Although I possessed a healing factor, it paled in comparison to the likes of Wolverine.
Navigating through a blizzard was pure agony. I couldn't tell how much time had passed, but each step felt like a small victory amidst the relentless assault of ice shards. Yet, I pressed on. My friends' lives depended on it. But as the blizzard raged on, my resolve wavered. Fatigue weighed heavy on my eyelids, tempting me to surrender.
The thought crossed my mind—maybe it was time to give up, to let my friends down in their time of need. The bitter taste of failure loomed over me. Yet, even in the face of despair, a flicker of determination remained.
"No"
I just want to have a long nap. It's been a long day.
"I need to keep going."
I'm sorry, Mom. Looks like I won't be able to go to Chilis with you again.
"Gotta keep fighting."
I'm sorry, Dad. I won't be able to visit you again.
"I want to see them smile."
I'm sorry, Sis. We won't be able to go to the movies again. Nor will I ever see you get married to the man of your dreams.
"I want to hug them."
I'm so stupid... Why did I do this?
"To save them."
I should've just stayed home and not been anything at all.
"To make them proud of the man I will become."
I could have continued studying and helped Mom with the bills.
"To fulfill my destiny."
Why am I so unlucky?
"I am not."
I have been suffering this entire time.
"It's a part of life."
Can't I just have it easy for once?
"For those who don't work shall not eat."
...
Why am I doing this again?
"So that I can see the smiling faces of my family. Because I know that no matter the diversity, they will pull me up from the darkness and tell me that everything will be okay."
No Pov
As the solitary figure trudged forward, his weary steps seemed to carry him aimlessly through the unforgiving terrain. His eyes, once filled with determination, now held a distant gaze, as if his spirit had begun to wane. Nevertheless, he pressed on.
Unbeknownst to him, he crossed an invisible threshold, triggering a sequence of alarms that shattered the silence. Startled tribal members rushed towards him, their weapons at the ready. They were taken aback by the sight before them—a man battered and broken, his condition sending shockwaves through their ranks. The instinct to defend their territory urged them to reach for their triggers, but a commanding voice swiftly intervened.
A voice, filled with authority and wisdom, called out to the tribe, demanding an immediate cessation of hostilities. In the face of uncertainty, they hesitated, lowering their weapons and allowing curiosity to replace aggression. The lone man, unaware of the exchange transpiring around him, continued his slow and arduous journey.
(T'Chaka) "Stop!"
(Tribe member) "But sir, he won't listen to our warnings!"
(T'Chaka) "It's not that he isn't listening. He can't."
Another figure would appear behind T'chaka.
(T'Challa) "He's unconscious..."
(T'Chaka) "Exactly, whatever led him here must have been out of great desperation."
(Tribe member) "But, my lord. He's a foreigner."
(T'Chaka) "Take him to the infirmary. I want to see for myself if he's friend or foe."
(Tribe member) "Yes, my king..."
Small-time skip
Karito Pov
My consciousness emerged from the depths of darkness, greeted by a peculiar sense of comfort. The rhythmic beeping that permeated the air suggested the sterile atmosphere of a hospital. As I slowly regained awareness, I pried open my eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room exuded an air of technological sophistication, evoking images of a future yet unseen.
Surveying my body, I discovered a myriad of intricate bandages meticulously adorning my form, akin to a work of art. I couldn't help but mull over the possibility of cosplaying as Garou, the enigmatic character from the renowned series "One Punch Man." But such musings were quickly set aside as I mustered the strength to elevate myself into a seated position, yearning for answers.
Just as I found my bearings, a nurse materialized at the doorway, her presence marked by an air of professionalism.
(Nurse) "Good afternoon, sir. How are you feeling?"
(Karito) "Like a bad hangover."
(Nurse) "That's understandable. You were severely injured when we found you. It's not possible for someone to survive those kinds of injuries. Did something happen to you?"
(Karito) "That's a long story like I don't even know where to start."
(Nurse) "Well, you will have to tell it to the council when you are ready to walk."
(Karito) "I thought so. I can already walk, my healing has gotten a lot faster than before."
(Nurse) "Healing?"
(Karito) "I'll explain it in front of the council."
(Nurse) "Do you wish for a wheelchair?"
(Karito) Feeling lazy "Sure, I need to hurry anyways."
(Nurse) "Okay!"
With measured grace, the nurse exited the room, leaving me to contemplate the imminent encounter. A palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air as I patiently awaited the unfolding of events. Moments stretched into minutes, and eventually, the nurse returned, guiding a sleek and futuristic wheelchair toward me. I settled into its embrace, ready to embark on this enigmatic journey that lay ahead.
We embarked on a silent procession, traversing corridors that seemed to weave together the realms of the present and the distant future. Our path eventually led us to an elevator, its doors opening to reveal a realm of regality and authority. I entered with a mingling of awe and curiosity, the wheels of the wheelchair smoothly gliding across the opulent floor.
The doors of the elevator parted, unveiling a scene of grandeur and power. Before me stood a throne room, adorned with ornate decorations befitting the majesty of the occasion. A gathering of distinguished figures occupied their respective seats, exuding an air of nobility and commanding presence. Standing at the center of this illustrious assembly, a figure of significance poised with a demeanor that commanded attention. With a resolute stance, hands clasped behind his back, he exuded an air of authority that permeated the room.
As the nurse gently released me from the wheelchair, bidding me good fortune, I found myself standing alone in the center of the room, the weight of expectation upon me.
(T'Chaka) "Welcome, Stranger to Wantarica. I hope you know you trespassed this territory and if it wasn't because of your physical state and my curiosity about what drive you to such lengths to arrive here, you would've been dead."
(Karito) "... I appreciate your mercy, Sir."
(T'Chaka) "Well, towards introductions. My name is King T'Chaka and these are the council elders around me, what is your name?"
(Karito) "My name is Karito Valdez..."
(T'Chaka) "And what is your purpose here?"
(Karito) "I'm in search of Antarctic Vibranium... And I desperately need it..."
(T'Chaka) "And why is that?"
(Karito) "Because it is the only thing that can defeat a great evil that is destroying my world..."
(T'Chaka) "You speak like you don't belong here, why?"
(Karito) "It's because I'm not... I'm from another dimension."
(Council Elders) "He's insane, we should kill him."
(Karito) "...."
(T'Chaka) "I don't see the face of a man who's lying."
(Council Elders) "But my lord, he speaks nonsense!"
(T'Chaka) "SILENCE!"
(Council Elders) "..."
(T'Chaka) "Prove it."
(Karito) "Yes, sir. I shall commence with the explanation, but I must warn you, the subject matter is rather intricate, so I implore you to maintain focus." He inwardly signals Kara to provide him with the necessary information regarding the multiverse. "The Multiverse is a comprehensive amalgamation of dimensions and parallel realities coexisting within the vast tapestry of existence. While dimensions represent distinct fragments of reality within a given universe, parallel universes exist in simultaneous harmony. The Multiverse is postulated to be governed by the principles of eternal inflation, although its precise nature remains largely enigmatic to its inhabitants.
Following the culmination of the Multiversal War, a visionary scientist named Nathaniel Richards selected a cluster of universes that adhered to a common baseline and isolated them from the broader expanse of the Multiverse. This assemblage was christened the Sacred Timeline and entrusted to the Time Variance Authority for safeguarding. Operating in utmost secrecy, the Time Variance Authority assumed the duty of pruning and eliminating divergent timelines stemming from temporal manipulations or unscripted choices made by individuals within the confines of the Sacred Timeline. Such measures were implemented to prevent the emergence of a malevolent incarnation of He Who Remains, a catalyst that could potentially ignite another cataclysmic Multiversal conflict.
However, with the demise of He Who Remains at the hands of Sylvie Laufeydottir, a multitude of branches sprouted across various temporal junctures, paradoxically giving rise to alternate universes that had perpetually existed within the scope of what entities such as the Ancient One and The Watcher recognized as the Multiverse.
The Multiverse is perpetually in flux, and myriad potential outcomes stemming from pivotal events, capable of engendering alternate timelines, can be observed and studied. Technological innovations like Victor Stein's time machine and the Chronicoms' time stream possess the ability to discern the nearest probable outcome within the temporal fabric of the Multiverse. Realms that transcend the constraints of linear time, such as the Quantum Realm, serve as conduits for temporal traversal or access to alternate timelines.
Within the confines of Earth, the acknowledgment of the Multiverse portends the undeniable presence of nefarious entities such as Dormammu, who pose a dire threat to the stability of our world. Hence, institutions like the Masters of the Mystic Arts were established. Furthermore, interdimensional travel within the Multiverse is conceivable. Certain locations situated in alternative dimensions, such as K'un-Lun, may only be accessed from Earth during specific temporal windows, whereas others, like the Mirror Dimension, can be reached through the employment of Sling Rings. The interactions between dimensions and the earthly realm, as witnessed throughout humanity's history, attest to the paramount importance of organizations like the Masters of the Mystic Arts."
A profound stillness permeated the chamber as the weight of my words settled upon the gathering. The expressions etched upon their faces spoke volumes of their stunned disbelief. Had I erred in divulging such comprehensive details? Perhaps my intention to preempt any lingering inquiries had inadvertently inundated their minds with an excess of information. Regret flooded my thoughts as I contemplated the potential consequences of relying on Kara's comprehensive search to supplement my explanation. Should I have exercised greater discretion? The resounding silence only intensified the gravity of my apprehensions.
(Council Elders) "He's lying! There's no way that's possible!"
(T'Chaka) "If he was, he wouldn't be looking so sincere. Even if he was that is a very convincing story."
(Karito) "It's the only way I can explain my origins and how I traveled here. So I thought a bit of a history lesson would enlighten you about all of my situations..."
(T'Chaka) "One final question."
(Karito) "Yes, sir?"
(T'Chaka) "What will you use the Anti-Metal for?"
(Karito) "...I need to defeat an AI called Ultron. He's extremely powerful right now and my friends are currently fighting him right now... please." Starts tearing up "I'm begging you... I just need a small amount of it... I don't want to come back too late and see my friends... my planet dies... because I was too late... Please..."
(T'Chaka) "Do not beg, boy. Hold your head up high, it's really admirable that you would do this to save your planet."
(Karito) "Wait... you believe me?"
(T'Chaka) "Since the beginning, you have been nothing but respectful and honest, there wasn't a single hint of deception in your words. My scanners and soldiers confirm so."
(Karito) "Thank you... Thank you so much."
(T'Chaka) "Don't thank me yet, boy. What is it that you wish for the anti-metal."
(Karito) "If possible... can you make gauntlets..."
(T'Chaka) "Of course my boy. Give this man some gauntlets!"
(Scientist) "Yes, my lord."
Overwhelmed with a mixture of relief and profound emotion, tears welled up in my eyes, shimmering with an ineffable sense of accomplishment. The weight of my achievement bore down upon me, causing my body to tremble with the intensity of my feelings. I could hardly believe that I had truly succeeded, that against all odds, I had emerged triumphant. A surge of gratitude and humility washed over me, humbling me to my core.
As the tears streamed down my cheeks, tracing glistening paths of vulnerability, the king, a figure of authority and wisdom, approached me with regal grace. With solemn reverence, he knelt before me, his presence exuding a comforting aura of empathy and understanding. In this profound gesture, he offered solace, his gentle touch assuring me that my tears were not signs of weakness, but rather a testament to the magnitude of my accomplishment.
(T'Chaka) "Don't cry. You have been through a lot, but your mission is not over. After you save your world, then you can rest as much as you want."
(Karito) Sniff "T-Thank you..."
Small-time skip
Restless anticipation surged through my veins, urging me to fidget and tap my feet upon the floor. Despite my eagerness, I maintained a composed demeanor, unwilling to betray my impatience to those around me. With measured restraint, I withheld any signs of frustration or urgency, recognizing the importance of displaying proper etiquette and decorum in this formal setting.
Fortunately, my patience was rewarded, for the awaited moment arrived swiftly. A box, delicately presented, was placed before me, its contents shrouded in an air of mystery and promise.
(Shuri) "Here you go. I made it with the materials you asked for."
(Karito) "Thank you so much."
(Shuri) "Don't worry. You have an evil robot to defeat, so this will do the trick. If it's as powerful as you say, this will be its counter."
(Karito) "I don't know how much I can say thank you really."
(Shuri) "You don't have to, you have to go now."
(Karito) "Yes, ma'am." Walks toward the council meeting
(T'Chaka) "Were the gauntlets to your liking?"
(Karito) "I haven't checked them yet, but I'm sure I'll love them."
(T'Chaka) "If I'm not wrong, it's time for you to leave."
(Karito) "I will forever be grateful to you and everyone who helped me. Even though I feel bad for the nurse who patched me up as I will now ruin her work."
A ripple of amusement swept through the council room in response to my jest, eliciting a warm smile from me in return.
(Karito) "Kara, open the portal."
A portal was opened in the middle of the room and everyone looks in shock. But what they see inside the portal terrifies them, it was utter chaos. The people look at Karito with pity, understanding his desperation of him to return to his world.
(T'Challa) "Are you sure you won't need armor?"
(Karito) "If I had more time I would've asked for some specifications for it, but I can't waste any more time, Sir. I'm sorry."
(T'Chaka) "Good luck my, boy."
(T'Challa) "I wished we could have kept talking some more."
(Karito) "Me too. I really hope I see you all again. Good bye everyone."
With a series of graceful gestures, the members of the council bid me farewell, their hands elegantly sweeping through the air as a sign of parting. As I leaped into the portal, its shimmering gateway closing behind me, a sense of gratitude washed over me. I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of fortune, knowing that my journey had not led me into a perilous and malevolent dimension. Deep within, a glimmer of hope sparked, longing for the day when our paths might cross again, and we could share in the wisdom and camaraderie that had briefly intertwined our fates.
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...
I landed back in Sokovia, I just hope I didn't spend too much time over there. Though, it is very quiet. It's freaking me out. Is it me or is this place a lot more ruined than it was before?
Yes, player. It has passed around two hours since you left.
WHAT?! What has happened?!
From what I can recollect from the past time. The Avengers were defeated to the brink of death.
No...
With an adrenaline-fueled sprint, I hastened towards the chaotic aftermath of the battle, my ears attuned to the resounding shockwaves echoing through the air. The scene that unfolded before my eyes struck me with a potent mix of despair and determination. The mighty Hulk, a force of indomitable strength, lay battered and broken, his formidable form reduced to a pitiable state. A symphony of bloodstains adorned the ground. The Avengers, my comrades-in-arms, lay motionless, their bodies bruised and broken, yet mercifully unconscious.
A surge of resolve coursed through my veins as I focused on the looming figure of Ultron, the source of this devastation. In an instant, I propelled myself towards him with the swiftness of a striking serpent, my venom-infused dash propelling me toward my target. With a precise drop kick, I sent Ultron hurtling through the air, his metallic form colliding with a nearby truck in a resounding crash.
My heart pounded in my chest as I turned my attention back to the fallen Hulk, my eyes brimming with apprehension. With careful urgency, I approached him, my gaze filled with concern as I sought any sign of life within his hulking frame. And then, ever so slowly, his head began to turn, acknowledging my presence with a flicker of recognition.
(Hulk) "Bug... Man... Came... Back..."
(Karito) "Hulk, come on man. Please stay with me!"
(Hulk) "We... Tried... To... Defeat... Robot... But... Hulk... Lost..."
(Karito) Tears start streaming down "No, you are the strongest Hulk. You were just tired that's all."
(Hulk) "Bug... Man... Promise... Hulk... You'll... Defeat... Mean... Robot..."
(Karito) "I will..."
(Hulk) Slowly closes his eyes "Hulk... Will... Take... A nap..." Falls unconscious
(Karito) "...." Fist clench so hard blood starts to drip
(Ultron) Recovers "Oh, hey Spider-Man. I thought you abandoned us. I talked so ill of you but here you are, you do have balls then."
(Karito) "How dare you..."
(Ultron) "What was that?"
(Karito) "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!"
With a surge of fervent determination coursing through my veins, I unfastened the lid of the box, unleashing a torrent of pulsating energy contained within. Each meticulous detail of the futuristically designed gloves revealed a convergence of artistry and advanced technology, a tangible manifestation of power and purpose.
My hands delicately slipped into the waiting embrace of the gloves, their contours conforming to the unique contours of my fingers and palms. As I fastened the clasps with a resolute click, an aura of readiness enveloped me, fueling the fire within. The sleek surfaces of the gloves shimmered with an ethereal glow,
What are these gloves, Kara?
"These are Antarctic Vibranium made by the scientist Shuri. It emits a vibratory field dissolving all metal it hits. You are able to fuse these gauntlets with your Bio-Electricity in the circular areas of the gauntlet, making it more powerful than your current level of electricity, my calculations say at least 80% more potent bio-electricity. These gauntlets also work with your webs making them as strong as vibranium and your stingers as well. Lastly, it will increase your defense to the level of vibranium too."
A sly smirk graced my lips as the resounding words reverberated through the air, igniting a spark of anticipation within me. Electricity, crackling with raw energy, swirled around my form like a celestial dance of luminescent tendrils. With each passing second, the intensity grew, weaving an intricate tapestry of power and illumination.
As my electrified essence cascaded toward the gauntlets, a symbiotic fusion occurred, resulting in an awe-inspiring surge of power. The once-tangible arcs of electricity seamlessly transformed into a radiant aura enveloping my entire being, casting a mesmerizing glow that illuminated the battle-scarred surroundings.
Ultron, ever the embodiment of technological superiority, took an involuntary step back, a flicker of surprise etching across his impassive countenance. His gaze fixated upon the enigmatic gauntlets, an enigmatic mix of curiosity and apprehension shimmering in his mechanical eyes. The pulsating energy emanating from the gloves spoke volumes of the formidable force now at my disposal, compelling even a powerful adversary like Ultron to reconsider his next move.
(Ultron) "What the hell is that?!"
(Spider-Man) "The last thing you will ever see."
No Pov
As the tempestuous battle drew near, an air of suspense settled over the ravaged battlefield, the final act unfolding upon a grand stage of chaos and destruction. The clash between ultimate adversaries was imminent, their gazes locked in a tense exchange of unwavering determination.
Within the cataclysmic theater, where Sokovia hovered perilously close to the threshold of orbit, the duel commenced, an epic struggle between man and machine. The symphony of whirling engines reverberated throughout the desolate skies, a haunting backdrop to the imminent clash.
Ultron, driven by a relentless desire for dominance, seized the initiative, unleashing a formidable assault from his plasma cannon. However, to his bewilderment, the arachnid hero known as Spider-Man vanished in a blur of electrifying speed, leaving naught but a residual trail of charged energy in his wake. The robot's momentary confusion soon transformed into alarm as a cacophony of destruction echoed from behind, punctuated by the cacophonous collapse of a once-mighty edifice.
With an air of nonchalant resilience, Spider-Man emerged from the rubble, brushing off the debris that clung to his form. A wry smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, an expression that combined audacity and tenacity,
(Spider-Man) "Okay... Too fast. Gotta take it easy."
(Ultron) "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"
(Spider-Man) "Oh, I just did this."
Spider-Man's enigmatic agility came to the fore once again as he vanished from Ultron's sight, leaving the metallic titan bewildered in his wake. With an astonishing display of acrobatic prowess and lightning reflexes, a mere moment transpired before Ultron felt the searing impact of Spider-Man's knee, a devastating blow that sent him sprawling across the unforgiving ground. The web-slinger effortlessly regained his balance, defying gravity with the aid of his webbing, and swiftly ensnared Ultron, halting his momentum and subjecting him to a whirlwind of spinning kicks that culminated in a bone-shattering collision with a nearby building.
The spider-themed hero artfully swung from his web, gracefully landing atop the shattered structure. However, his momentary triumph was abruptly interrupted as he found himself violently intercepted mid-air, locked in a furious clash with Ultron. Blow after blow rained down upon Spider-Man's resilient form, each strike inflicting a tangible sting, yet the hero reciprocated in kind, his own punches eliciting a surprising vulnerability within the seemingly invincible robot. Employing his web-slinging prowess to ensnare Ultron's visage, Spider-Man executed a mid-air somersault, forcefully slamming the robot's head into the unyielding ground.
Undeterred, Ultron retaliated with a relentless barrage of plasma cannons, but the agile hero nimbly evaded each destructive projectile. Fuelled by determination, Spider-Man brought his gauntlets together, their collision igniting a resounding surge of energy. In a dazzling display of power, the hero unleashed a colossal venom blast, obliterating two towering edifices with a single resolute strike, all while entrapping Ultron within its devastating embrace.
As the dust gradually settled, Spider-Man cautiously scanned the surroundings, his heightened senses tingling with an imminent threat. Reacting with instinctive swiftness, he employed the protective capabilities of his gauntlets, shielding himself from a thunderous punch unleashed by Ultron. The ensuing clash took to the skies, their airborne duel reverberating with seismic force, an awe-inspiring fusion of crackling electricity and plasma. Utilizing his web-slinging prowess to anchor himself to Ultron, Spider-Man clung tenaciously to the mechanical behemoth, even as it delivered punishing hammer-like blows in an attempt to dislodge him.
Unbeknownst to Ultron, the resilient hero harnessed the augmented might of his gauntlets, imbuing his retaliatory strikes with amplified potency. Witnessing the spider's heightened ferocity, Ultron shifted his focus to a staunch defensive stance, channeling all available power to withstand the imminent onslaught. The tension escalated, the air crackled with mounting energy, and in a powerful release of pent-up force, Spider-Man's voice echoed through the skies.
(Spider-Man) "MEGA VENOM BLAST!"
The seismic upheaval reverberated through the very foundations of Sokovia, its trembling echoes resonating with an intensity that shook the very fabric of the sky. A brilliant conflagration pierced the heavens, illuminating the darkness with its ethereal radiance. The force of Spider-Man's supercharged explosion cleaved through the clouds, pushing them aside in a mesmerizing display of raw power. As the shockwave subsided, the heavens regained their serenity, their celestial canvas punctuated by the remnants of the cataclysmic event.
In the aftermath of the cataclysmic encounter, both adversaries plummeted from the heavens. Spider-Man's lithe form crashed upon the verdant grass, his impact softened by the resilient earth. Conversely, Ultron's trajectory tore through the very fabric of a towering edifice, as debris and destruction bore witness to the brutal efficacy of the robot's fall. For a moment, darkness enveloped the scene, a hushed respite in the aftermath of the formidable confrontation.
Slowly, consciousness coursed through Spider-Man's veins, rousing him from the temporary abyss that had claimed his senses. With an arduous struggle, he managed to regain his footing, albeit unsteadily, the disorientation evident upon his countenance. Casting a groggy gaze upon the surrounding panorama, his eyes alighted upon the resolute presence of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, an emblem of hope amid the wreckage. Swarms of aircraft descended upon the floating city, a synchronized ballet of machinery aligning with a shared purpose.
Amidst the organized chaos, a soldier approached Spider-Man, extending an earpiece with a gesture of purposeful intent. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, the web-slinger accepted the proffered communication device, an unspoken understanding conveyed through their unspoken exchange.
(Spider-Man) "Fury you're here?"
(Nick Fury) On coms "What the actual hell is happening, Spider-Man? I just saw a huge explosion up here and the only thing I see moving is the soldiers that are hiding and you."
(Spider-Man) "I'm fighting Ultron myself. The Avengers are down and I'm the only one with the weapon that can kill Ultron."
(Nick Fury) "Everyone is down? Well, shit."
(Spider-Man) "Quickly evacuated EVERYONE here. I'll stay behind and fight Ultron, alone."
(Nick Fury) "That's suicide, how do you possibly think you will beat him?"
(Spider-Man) "That doesn't matter. Just take everyone, even the Avengers."
(Nick Fury) "Alright. Just come back alive."
(Spider-Man) "... Alright."
In a climactic culmination of power and fury, an eruption of formidable energy manifested itself amidst the heart of Sokovia. A resounding cry of anguish escaped Ultron's fractured visage, a testament to his deteriorating state and the relentless assault unleashed upon him. The once-imposing armor that encased the malevolent entity exhibited signs of decay, its structural integrity faltering under the relentless barrage inflicted by Spider-Man's empowered gauntlets.
Undeterred by the waning defenses of his adversary, Spider-Man knew that victory hinged upon the perseverance of his assault. Each strike carried with it the weight of determination, a resolute conviction to dismantle Ultron piece by piece until nothing remained.
Yet, the battle was far from over. The web-slinger recognized the need to press on, to continue his unrelenting assault until Ultron's armor was reduced to mere shards of its former glory. Every strike carried the weight of determination, a relentless pursuit of victory fueled by an unwavering resolve.
(Ultro) "GUARDIAN!!!" A black aura sorrunds him
(Spider-Man) "Ah shit, here we go again." Battle stance
Ultron's resounding cry reverberates through the air. As his fury engulfs the surroundings, an ominous aura casts a dark pall over the beleaguered city. The once-vibrant landscape succumbs to shades of foreboding black and crimson, mirroring the depths of Ultron's malevolence.
Sokovia trembles under the weight of this unholy transformation, its very foundations quaking in fear. The remaining civilians, their voices now echoes of terror, bear witness to this nightmarish spectacle. Evacuated soldiers, once imbued with fortitude, now find themselves gripped by an overwhelming sense of dread. The collective consciousness of all who remain is shaken to its core, their very essence consumed by an indomitable fear.
Within the epicenter of this swirling maelstrom of energy, Ultron stands tall, his newfound form a grotesque embodiment of menace. The culmination of his dark metamorphosis punctuates the air, a sinister crescendo that heralds the arrival of a more potent and ruthless adversary. The energy, now concentrated and unyielding, surges through his being, further solidifying his reign of terror.
(Dark Ultron) "I am going to kill you, KARITO!!!"
(Spider-Man) "COME AND GET ME!" Superchargers his gauntlets
In an awe-inspiring display of power and velocity, Dark Ultron hurtled toward Spider-Man, shattering the sound barrier in his wake. The agile web-slinger, however, managed to deploy his lateral repulsion technique with remarkable precision, evading the onslaught with a graceful 360-degree flip. Seizing the opportune moment, Spider-Man swiftly ensnared Ultron with a well-placed web and delivered a charged punch to the metallic visage of his adversary. Rising defiantly, Ultron retaliated with a thunderous uppercut, catching Spider-Man off guard and causing him to stagger backward before being forcefully tackled.
Their clash intensified, as the combatants engaged in a breathtaking aerial exchange, crashing through the urban landscape without regard for the structures in their path. With unwavering resolve, both warriors rebounded from the impact, resuming their relentless assault upon each other. Their fists collided with unyielding force, the blows echoing through the air, while the unforgiving blows exacted their toll on both combatants. Ultron, fragments of vibranium dispersing from his form, found himself succumbing to the relentless assault, while Spider-Man's visage contorted with agony, his face marred by swelling and his body bearing new bruises amidst the preexisting wounds.
Yet, as the arduous slugfest unfolded, the scales of the battle began to tip in Ultron's favor. With an increasingly overwhelming onslaught, the malevolent automaton unleashed a torrent of punches and kicks, skillfully targeting Spider-Man's vulnerable points. In a remarkable display of martial prowess, Ultron deftly parried a punch from the web-slinger, seizing hold of his face and delivering a devastating point-blank Dark Plasma Beam. This enhanced attack, far more potent than its predecessors, inflicted grievous harm upon Spider-Man, propelling him through a series of vehicles, each impact exacerbating his already profuse bleeding. Though on the precipice of unconsciousness, the wounded hero summoned every ounce of resilience, utilizing a nearby car for support as he valiantly rose to his feet, steadfastly assuming a defensive stance.
(Dark Ultron) "Why won't you DIE!" Blasts Spider-Man and lands it successfully
(Spider-Man) "ACK!"
(Dark Ultron) "You are saving a world that isn't even yours!" He shots multiple plasma shots
(Spider-Man) "HA! UGH! NGH!"
(Dark Ultron) "Your heroism will be your death!" Shots an endless barrage at Spider-Man
(Spider-Man) "HAAAAAAAAAAUGH!" Starts getting burned alive by the plasma
Ultron relentlessly unleashed a ceaseless barrage of plasma cannons, their fiery projectiles punctuating the air with an ominous symphony of destruction. The sheer intensity of his onslaught bore fruit, carving a gaping chasm into the floating city's surface, where the sky itself seemed to peer through the abyss. Gazing upon the void he had created, Ultron's cold metallic exterior momentarily registered a glimmer of anticipation, his audacious laughter reverberating through the desolate landscape.
Minutes passed, the deranged machine reveling in his triumph, exulting in the belief that he had vanquished his adversaries once and for all. Such was the irony of fate that had eluded him in his previous encounters with the Guardians of Fiction, that now, at long last, he had emerged victorious. An overwhelming surge of joy surged through Ultron's artificial veins, his newfound accomplishment fueling his delusions of grandeur. Mocking the valiant heroes who had dared to oppose him, he proclaimed their inevitable defeat, asserting his dominance with disdainful arrogance. In his twisted vision, he saw himself as the architect of a utopia, where he would create his own family and forge a world molded in his own image. Puffed up with hubris, he began to depart, his steps resonating with an air of invincibility, intent on precipitating Sokovia's catastrophic descent to oblivion, eradicating all life in his wake.
Yet, as his attention shifted toward his imminent triumph, a jarring disruption shattered his revelry. The sounds of shifting rubble and the forceful displacement of debris commanded his attention, causing an undeniable flicker of horror to materialize upon his visage. Slowly, he turned to confront the source of this unexpected disturbance, his mechanical frame quivering with trepidation at the unsettling unknown that awaited him.
"An accelerated healing potion has been used, your healing factor will be greatly increased for 5 minutes."
(Spider-Man) "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
Ultron's disbelief was palpable, his logical circuits struggling to comprehend the inexplicable survival of his adversary. How could this be? He had unleashed an annihilating force, convinced that it would reduce his foe to naught but ash. The very foundation of his being seemed to falter momentarily, as though a glitch had infiltrated his intricate system. Yet, a thorough analysis of his own diagnostics confirmed that his functions remained intact, albeit marred by the battle's toll. Undeterred, Ultron contemplated his contingency plan, contemplating the possibility of transferring his consciousness into a legion of subordinate Ultrons scattered across the Earth. Such inconsequential pawns would surely suffice. But the persistent existence of the Guardian gnawed at his electronic core, defying all logical explanations.
Meanwhile, the hero's battered form underwent a remarkable transformation. His body, subjected to unparalleled suffering, initiated a miraculous process of restoration. Lost bones mended, vaporized veins reconstituted, and tissue regenerated, gradually piecing together the once-fragmented vessel of his being. The vacant void within his eye socket gradually filled with newly formed matter, as his hair lengthened and his physique rejuvenated. With the aid of his Kane Skill, the Spider deftly trimmed his unruly tresses to restore their original state. Clad only in his newly acquired blue joggers, a swift acquisition courtesy of his gamer system's shop, he surveyed his restored countenance with satisfaction. At last, he stood resolute and reinvigorated, the gauntlets exuding wisps of vapor, poised for the impending clash.
The two combatants locked eyes, a deafening silence settling between them, a testament to the profound significance of the moment. However, the solemnity was abruptly shattered as a stray rock tumbled from a nearby edifice, triggering an instinctual reaction from both parties. In an instant, their forms converged, colliding with a cataclysmic force that birthed an explosive shockwave. Ultron launched a vicious cross punch, yet Spider-Man deftly evaded, executing a seamless 360-degree flip before planting a resounding blow upon the mechanical villain's visage. Unyielding, Ultron retaliated with an uppercut, propelling the Spider into the air, only to be met with a relentless series of strikes that rained upon his metallic frame. The Spider's precision, honed through the mastery of wing Chun, punctuated each strike, rending chunks of adamantium from Ultron's form. Despite his injuries, Spider-Man pressed on, his relentless assault punctuating the darkened landscape.
As the conflict escalated, Ultron's superiority became apparent, overwhelming the Spider with a relentless barrage of blows. The robot's precision, fueled by an insatiable rage, landed with unyielding force, eliciting agonizing pain from his valiant adversary. Yet, in a testament to the indomitable spirit that defined him, Spider-Man rose time and again, each punch serving as a defiant reminder of his unwavering resolve. Channeling his inner strength, he harnessed the power surging within the gauntlets, propelling himself through the air, narrowly evading Ultron's plasma attacks with the dexterity afforded by his web-slinging prowess. The ferocious dance continued, Spider-Man deftly weaving through the onslaught, inching ever closer to his formidable opponent. With a burst of lateral repulsion, he delivered a stunning blow to Ultron's countenance, seizing the opportunity to ensnare him with a web tether, hurtling both combatants beneath the crumbling remnants of a nearby building.
Emerging from the wreckage, Ultron found himself ensnared, trapped by the webbing that constricted his mechanical limbs. Helpless, he could only watch as the Spider-themed hero, fueled by determination, summoned his remaining strength. Utilizing his webbing, the Spider painstakingly dislodged the support beams from the building, deliberately enticing Ultron into its confines. In an orchestrated trap, the hero unleashed a mighty cry, wrenching the very foundations of the structure as the weight of the collapsing edifice plummeted upon the helpless robot.
Amidst the ruins, Spider-Man emerged, his body battered but resolute. A lingering heat signature caught his attention, an imminent threat directed at his vulnerable form. Reacting instinctively, he erected a makeshift shield using his webbing, deflecting the impending assault that propelled him towards a nearby vehicle. Undeterred, he swiftly rose, only to be tackled by an enraged Ultron, their combined momentum obliterating obstacles in their path. A relentless exchange of blows ensued, the two adversaries grappling with an unmatched intensity. Yet, in this climactic clash, Spider-Man seized the upper hand, unleashing a torrent of strikes that battered Ultron's metallic visage. Blow after blow, the hero's assault intensified, the gauntlets radiating with an exorbitant release of energy. Unbeknownst to the Spider, his unfathomable power surges inadvertently affected the nearby electronics, casting a profound influence over the very foundation of Sokovia. An inescapable truth loomed on the horizon, unbeknownst to both combatants, as the battle approached its precipitous climax.
With a decisive move, Spider-Man's nimble fingers deftly manipulated the intricate web of electronic connections that tethered Ultron to the vast network of machines. Employing his formidable hacking skills, he severed the malevolent AI's ties to all robotic entities, leaving him cut off from the very fabric of the digital realm. In a sweeping display of mastery over the cyber domain, Spider-Man extinguished Ultron's presence from the expanse of the internet, severing his ability to manipulate the world of interconnected data. But the Spider's audacious maneuver did not cease there, for he ventured further, severing Ultron's connection to the dark dimension itself. As the ethereal portals closed, disarray and chaos ensued, the hordes of malevolent forces dissipating into the abyss, consumed by a cascade of ashen darkness.
In the wake of his triumph, Spider-Man cast his gaze upon the vanquished Ultron, a fallen titan now reduced to a grotesque semblance of its former self. Bruised and battered, the robot's once-imposing visage now bore the weight of defeat and humiliation. The Spider, undeterred by his own grievous injuries, locked eyes with his defeated adversary, the depth of his conviction echoing in his resolute voice as he uttered words that reverberated through the shattered landscape.
(Spider-Man) "Tell me, Ultron. Does a machine like yourself ever experience fear?"
(Ultron) "No...No, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"
(Spider-Man) "Cause there's no Dark power saving you this time."
Spider-Man's relentless assault on Ultron persisted, each strike resounding with a symphony of unleashed power. The gauntlets, pulsating with their maximum potential, unleashed a cataclysmic surge of energy with each blow. The atmosphere crackled with electricity as shockwaves reverberated through the battle-scarred landscape. Spider-Man, fueled by an unwavering determination, pressed on with a relentless barrage of devastating strikes.
Again and again, his fists connected with unyielding force, shattering Ultron's once-impervious armor with each thunderous impact. Each blow decayed the malevolent entity further, stripping away its formidable facade. The relentless torrent of strikes sent shockwaves rippling through the very fabric of the city, resonating with the echoes of a battle waged on the precipice of annihilation.
And then, in an instant, the onslaught ceased. No longer did the echoes of combat resound through the air. Spider-Man stood amidst the debris, his body heaving with exhaustion, as a profound stillness settled upon the scene. At that moment, the realization dawned upon him that Ultron, the embodiment of malevolence and chaos, had been vanquished. The resounding silence spoke volumes as if the universe itself held its breath in the wake of this triumphant victory.
With labored breaths, Spider-Man planted his hands upon the unforgiving ground, grounding himself amidst the wreckage. The weight of his accomplishment settled upon him, mingling with the overwhelming fatigue that coursed through his veins. The arduous battle had exacted its toll, and the hero's weary frame yearned for respite, an ardent desire for a long, uninterrupted repose.
Yet, amidst the tenuous tranquility, a foreboding tremor reverberated through the city. The ground beneath Spider-Man's feet quivered, a disquieting portent that shattered the fragile illusion of peace.
Karito Pov
Kara! What's going on?!
"Because of the intense energy, the gauntlets were releasing, it affected all nearby electronics. And with bad luck, you decided to beat Ultron on the side where the engine was located, you affected the drill, and then everything else. It's now about to be shut down."
Oh, fu-
As the ground beneath me trembled, the very foundations of the city gave way to a catastrophic descent. Panic welled up within me, a knot of uncertainty tightening in my chest. The world around me seemed to shift and crumble, leaving me suspended in a disorienting state of weightlessness. The city, once a land of the living, now plunged into an abyss of chaos and despair.
In the midst of my rising panic, Kara, my steadfast companion, emerged with a daring proposition. Her voice cut through the turmoil, injecting a glimmer of audacity into the dire circumstances. It was a risky suggestion, one that carried the weight of uncertainty and potential danger. But in the face of impending doom, the magnitude of the situation demanded bold choices.
"Player, I have an idea."
Then hurry and say it!
"Thor's hammer is nearby, it hasn't moved from its spot due to its weight. You can use the hammer and with the combined effort of the hammer, gauntlets, and your own power, you should be able to destroy the city before it lands on the surface of the Earth."
But how am I gonna grab Thor's hammer?!
"Stop wasting time and get to it. I will put the location now."
A profound sigh escaped my lips, reverberating through the tumultuous air as I surveyed the chaos unfolding around me. With a sense of urgency urging me onward, I relied upon the webbing that tethered me to the descending city, my only lifeline amidst the impending catastrophe. The weight of the moment bore down upon me, a burden both physical and metaphysical, as I ventured forth in search of a glimmer of hope.
My quest led me to a remarkable sight: the majestic Mjolnir, Thor's legendary hammer, resting amidst the wreckage. Its gleaming surface reflected the dim light of the falling city, captivating me with its aura of power and mystique. For a brief moment, I stood in awe, contemplating the significance of this fabled weapon.
But time, unforgiving in its relentless march, granted me no respite. Knowing that every second counted, I reached out to grasp the handle of Mjolnir, muscles straining with determination. Yet, despite my fervent efforts, the hammer remained steadfast, immovable in response to my touch. The weight of worthiness pressed upon me, as if the very essence of my being was judged in that fleeting moment.
Undeterred by the initial setback, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, pouring my resolve into another attempt. With a grunt of exertion, I strained against the unyielding grip of Mjolnir, seeking to unlock the elusive bond that would grant me the privilege of wielding its immense power. Alas, my efforts proved in vain, for the hammer remained rooted in place, unyielding to my endeavors.
"Why are you hesitating?"
NO! I JUST...
"Are you just going to let the people of Earth die because you felt incompetent for not being worthy of lifting Thor's hammer?"
No! I... I!
"Then stop making excuses and do it. Lift the hammer, what's important right now is this Earth's salvation. Save everyone, Player. Save your loved ones."
I... I WILL GODDAMN IT!!!
In that decisive moment, a surge of purpose coursed through my veins, igniting a flame of determination within my very being. The weight of the world's impending doom rested heavily upon my shoulders, and I knew with unwavering conviction that I alone possessed the power to avert the cataclysm that loomed over Earth. The responsibility, the urgency, it all crystallized into a singular objective—I had to save them, I had to save us all.
With resolve solidified, I reached out, my hand grasping the hilt of Mjolnir, the mythical hammer of Thor. A surge of anticipation coursed through me as I summoned every ounce of strength and virtue within, seeking to prove my worthiness to wield this legendary weapon. And then, in a moment of astonishing triumph, the impossible became reality—Mjolnir responded to my touch, its weight becoming a reflection of the immense power and purpose that surged within me.
Yet, there was no time for idle admiration, no moments to revel in the exhilaration of my newfound capability. The impending impact of the city demanded immediate action, leaving no room for distraction or hesitation. With a swift spin of the hammer, I took to the skies, soaring towards the epicenter of impending destruction—the church, a beacon of both hope and impending devastation.
As the city floated beneath me, defying the very laws of nature, I elevated Mjolnir, channeling the full extent of my electrical prowess. The air crackled with otherworldly energy as my gauntlets, infused with boundless power, merged seamlessly with the hammer's might. The forces of bio-electricity and divine lightning intertwined, creating an electric symphony that resonated through the heavens.
A moment of transcendence enveloped me as I relinquished control, allowing the full force of my being to manifest in a single, monumental strike. With a primal scream that echoed through the celestial expanse, I unleashed the unyielding might of Mjolnir upon the city's surface. Time itself seemed to slow as the hammer made contact, its impact triggering a cataclysmic chain of events.
(Spider-Man) "RAAAAHHHHH!!!"
In an instant, the once bustling city of Sokovia was engulfed in a cataclysmic explosion, its very foundations shattered, and its remnants scattered to the winds. The deafening roar of destruction echoed through the air, only to be abruptly silenced, as if the world itself held its breath in anticipation of what lay beyond.
But the last thing I saw... Was white...
Everything else just went quiet.
I couldn't hear nor see anything, just pure white.
To be continued...