(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, 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)
(The Obsidian Void is my own creation)
Location Change
Earth, Wakanda.
As the battle raged on in Wakanda, Spider-Boy faced off against the formidable duo of Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight. The air crackled with tension as they engaged in a relentless exchange of blows, their skills, and techniques on full display.
Spider-Boy, with his spider-like agility and acrobatic prowess, utilized a combination of evasive maneuvers and quick strikes to keep his adversaries at bay. He weaved through the chaos with precise footwork, seamlessly transitioning between defensive dodges and offensive counterattacks.
Corvus Glaive, brandished his deadly weapon, a glaive infused with cosmic power. With each swing, he aimed to cleave through the arachnid hero's defenses. Spider-Boy, however, relied on his superior reflexes and heightened senses to anticipate and evade the glaive's deadly strikes.
Proxima Midnight, armed with her spear and unmatched dexterity, launched a relentless assault on Spider-Boy. Her lightning-fast thrusts and calculated lunges aimed to exploit any opening in his defenses. But the young hero, met each attack with calculated precision, narrowly avoiding her strikes and countering with well-placed strikes of his own.
As the battle intensified, Spider-Boy's resilience was tested. Despite his remarkable abilities, he could not completely escape the damage inflicted by his formidable opponents. A graze from Corvus Glaive's glaive left a shallow gash on his arm. Proxima Midnight's spear grazed his side.
Yet, Spider-Boy refused to succumb to the pain. He tapped into his unwavering determination, using the pain as fuel to push himself further. With a renewed focus, he adapted his fighting style, employing a combination of calculated strikes, agile dodges, and creative web-based techniques.
In a display of ingenuity, Spider-Boy spun a dense web net, ensnaring Corvus Glaive and momentarily immobilizing him. Seizing the opportunity, he delivered a series of powerful blows, exploiting the momentary vulnerability of his adversary. Corvus Glaive, stunned by the unexpected turn of events, struggled to free himself from the sticky trap.
Meanwhile, Proxima Midnight pressed the attack relentlessly. Her speed and precision were unmatched, as she aimed to exploit any opening or momentary lapse in Spider-Boy's defenses. With each exchange, they traded blows, their strikes reverberating through the battlefield.
Despite the damage sustained, Spider-Boy's resilience and determination never wavered. He utilized his keen intellect to analyze his opponents' tactics and adapt his own strategy accordingly. Every blow he landed, every evasion he executed, spoke volumes of his growth as a hero and combatant.
(Dark Corvus Glaive) Breaks free "THIS DAMN BRAT!"
In the evacuated city of Wakanda, the battle between Spider-Boy and the formidable duo of Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight continued, escalating in intensity and destructiveness. The once pristine streets now bore the scars of their clash, shattered windows and crumbling structures showcase the power of their blows.
Spider-Boy, utilizing his agile movements and web-slinging abilities, swung through the cityscape with remarkable speed and precision. He used the urban environment to his advantage, utilizing architecture as a means to outmaneuver his adversaries. His spider-like reflexes allowed him to dodge the duo's attacks with hair's breadth precision, narrowly avoiding the devastating strikes aimed at him.
Corvus Glaive, relentless in his pursuit, swung his glaive with calculated ferocity. Each swing left a trail of destruction, slicing through buildings and sending debris flying. Spider-Boy, recognizing the lethal potential of the glaive, employed a combination of web shields and acrobatic evasions to deflect or avoid its devastating arcs.
Meanwhile, Proxima Midnight showcased her unmatched agility and precision with her spear. She darted and weaved through the battlefield with deadly grace, launching calculated strikes that threatened to overwhelm Spider-Boy. His spider-sense, honed to perfection, provided split-second warnings, enabling him to evade or block her attacks with impressive finesse.
As the battle raged on, Spider-Boy began to feel the weight of his adversaries' relentless assault. He sustained several blows that tested his endurance and resilience. A glancing strike from Corvus Glaive's glaive left him with a deep gash across his chest, while Proxima Midnight's spear grazed his arm, leaving a searing pain in its wake.
But Spider-Boy refused to yield. Driven by his unwavering determination and desire to protect Wakanda, he tapped into his inner strength. With each blow he absorbed, he fought back with increased tenacity and precision. The city became a canvas for his acrobatic displays and inventive web-based tactics.
Seizing an opportunity, Spider-Boy launched himself off a crumbling building, propelling himself toward Corvus Glaive. In a whirlwind of motion, he unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast strikes, exploiting the brief window of vulnerability. Corvus Glaive staggered under the onslaught, his defenses temporarily compromised.
Proxima Midnight, witnessing her partner's momentary vulnerability, lunged forward with renewed determination. She unleashed a series of lightning-quick strikes, aiming to capitalize on Spider-Boy's perceived distraction. Yet, the young hero's spider-sense guided him, allowing him to anticipate and evade her attacks with uncanny precision.
The battle waged on, a test of endurance and willpower. The city trembled under the force of their blows, the very ground shaking with their power. Buildings crumbled, and sparks of energy danced through the air as the combatants unleashed their full arsenal.
With each passing moment, Spider-Boy's energy waned, his injuries taking their toll. Yet, he found a reserve of strength deep within him, a determination that refused to be extinguished. With a final surge of adrenaline, he unleashed a devastating web-based attack, ensnaring both Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight in an intricate web trap.
The duo struggled to break free, their movements hindered by the arachnid hero's cunning strategy. Spider-Boy capitalized on their immobilization, delivering a final, decisive blow. With a calculated strike, he incapacitated his adversaries, leaving them sprawled on the ground, defeated.
Exhausted but triumphant, Spider-Boy stood amidst the wreckage, the city of Wakanda bearing the scars of their clash. It had been a hard-fought victory, one that pushed him to his limits. Yet, he had emerged as the victor, having faced formidable adversaries and protected the sanctity of Wakanda.
(Spider-Boy) Coms"Hey, Chrona, I've been trying to reach Mr. Karito, but it's like he vanished into thin air. Can you believe it?"
(Chrona) Coms "Um, that's... strange."
(Spider-Boy) "What do you mean?"
(Chrona) "Well, I tried to detect his presence but... I can't find him anywhere."
(Spider-Boy) Surprised "What?! How can YOU, of all people, not be able to find someone?! You have a library that holds all information across fiction and in some doors even Omniverses that can be held! Heck, I found all types of Neds across existence just by thinking about it when I was at the library!"
(Chrona) Timidly "I-I-I don't know..."
(Spider-Boy) Realizing his outburst "Whoa, sorry about that, Chrona. I got a little carried away. My bad."
(Chrona) "It's okay... I understand."
(Spider-Boy) "So, what do we do now?"
(Chrona) Concerned "Karito seems to have fixed the reality cracks across Marvel, so that shouldn't be a concern. But this fight between Him and Thanos... it's... really concerning."
(Spider-Boy) "...How so?"
(Chrona) Hesitantly "I just... have a really bad feeling about this."
(Spider-Boy) "Ah, there goes the optimism. Looks like we're in for some rough web-slinging."
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Location Change
Inside The Black Hole.
As Spider-Man and Thanos found themselves trapped within the chaotic depths of a black hole, the laws of physics seemed to bend and twist around them. The immense gravitational pull threatened to tear them apart at the most fundamental level, and the intense tidal forces threatened to stretch them into oblivion. Yet, astonishingly, both combatants remained undeterred, defying the inherently destructive nature of this cosmic phenomenon.
Within the confines of the black hole, the space-time fabric itself was warped beyond recognition. The gravitational singularity at the core exerted an unimaginable force, causing the very fabric of reality to collapse inward. Light itself was trapped within this gravitational prison, unable to escape its inescapable grasp.
Despite the seemingly insurmountable odds, Spider-Man and Thanos defied the destructive forces surrounding them. Their powers and abilities, honed through rigorous training and formidable willpower, allowed them to resist the gravitational onslaught. Spider-Man's remarkable unknown skill allowed him to navigate through the distorted space-time, evading the crushing forces with uncanny precision. Thanos, with his formidable Infinity gauntlet and indomitable will, stood his ground against the gravitational onslaught, refusing to yield.
Their presence inside the black hole was an affront to the very nature of the universe. The laws of physics, as we understand them, struggled to comprehend their existence within this cosmic maelstrom. In this realm where matter and energy were torn apart, Spider-Man and Thanos engaged in a battle that defied the known boundaries of possibility.
It was a clash of titanic proportions, as their blows reverberated through the distorted space-time, distorting the fabric of reality itself. The black hole, which should have consumed and annihilated anything that entered its event horizon, became an unlikely battleground for these two powerful beings. Their every movement echoed with defiance that surpassed the laws of nature.
In the face of the black hole's annihilating power, Spider-Man and Thanos displayed extraordinary resilience, tapping into forces beyond comprehension. Their will to survive and emerge victorious propelled them forward, defying the very principles that govern the universe.
In this cosmic arena, the battle between Spider-Man and Thanos transcended the boundaries of known science, where the rules of reality were strained to their limits. As their clash continued, the black hole itself trembled under the weight of their extraordinary abilities, unable to consume or erase them from existence.
(Spider-Man) "Thanks for the idea that you thought of earlier."
(Dark Thanos) "The hell are you-"
(Spider-Man) "The fact that you wanted to create a space where we got nerfed and whoever died would be erased, literally as a character."
(Dark Thanos) "That shouldn't be possible! I have the mind stone! You shouldn't be-!"
(Spider-Man) "I read it."
(Dark Thanos) "... What?"
What...?
(Spider-Man) "Exactly, now let me fulfill your idea!"
Spider-Man, his senses attuned to the cosmic symphony unfolding within the black hole's infinite expanse, raised his hand with a determined grace. With a voice resonating both ancient wisdom and youthful vigor, Spider-Man uttered words imbued with profound resonance, words that held the power to reshape the very fabric of the black hole's existence. Through a delicate interplay of scientific acumen and metaphysical mastery, he sought to manipulate the unfathomable forces at play.
(Spider-Man) "Skill: Dimensional Manipulation."
Spider-Man tapped into a power that transcended the known boundaries of the universe. With a focused determination, he concentrated his thoughts, utilizing the very fabric of space and time to carve out a pocket dimension within the heart of the black hole.
(Spider-Man) "BREAK!"
Reshaping...
Wait... I... Can't venture there. I... I will be deleted if I do.
[WARNING ACTIVATED]
Attention, Player. You have ventured into the depths of the Obsidian Void, a treacherous dimension that exists at the fringes of fiction and reality. This desolate realm is a gathering place for forgotten stories and forsaken characters, trapped within the clutches of apathy and indifference.
Prepare yourself, for the very essence of existence within the Obsidian Void is distorted, defying conventional knowledge and understanding. The laws of mathematics, physics, and philosophy hold no sway in this ethereal abyss. As you navigate its infinite expanse, be forewarned that attempts to comprehend or study this enigmatic realm shall only lead to frustration and despair. Reality itself unravels within its boundaries, leaving only a void of uncertainty in its wake.
Here, forgotten tales and characters are but fleeting remnants, fading from the memories and consciousness of the real world. Their existence teeters on the precipice of annihilation, as the sands of time become muddled and incomprehensible. The flow of events is distorted, making it a daunting task to measure or grasp the passage of time.
Yet, within the depths of this bleak realm, a glimmer of hope emerges. The power of remembrance, the lifeline of forgotten stories, holds the key to your survival. Embrace the forgotten, for it is through their memories and significance that you may find strength and resilience. In the face of erasure, strive to reignite their relevance in the minds of those in the real world.
Guardian, tread carefully in the Obsidian Void. It is a realm that serves as a solemn reminder of the fragile nature of storytelling. Cherish and preserve the narratives and characters that have shaped our collective imagination. Your actions within this realm may determine the fate of forgotten stories and the echoes they leave behind.
[WARNING DEACTIVATED]
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Spider-Man's POV
In the heart of the enigmatic Obsidian Void, I stand firm, despite the ominous threat that looms over me. The very essence of my character feels as though it is being erased, a sacrifice I am willing to endure in this battle against Thanos.
As I face the Mad Titan, I sense a profound fluctuation in both our powers. The infinity stones on his gauntlet waver with instability, their once overwhelming might, weakened by the influence of this mysterious dimension. Yet, in this realm of forgotten tales, we are equals, subject to the unpredictable currents of the Void.
Amidst this turbulent battlefield, I recognize that victory lies not solely in raw strength, but in resilience and unwavering determination. With each passing moment, I confront the fragile balance between power and vulnerability. My abilities flicker, tested by the distorted nature of this realm. Yet, I remain resolute, aware that Thanos too experiences the effects of this unstable environment.
(Dark Thanos) "This is the worst place you could've broken into."
(Spider-Man) "This dimension exists everywhere in each Omniverse. Only people like us have access to it and can roam in it, temporarily."
(Dark Thanos) "Once this dimension considers you dead, I will return back into your dimension and I will fulfill my destiny."
(Spider-Man) "I'm going to destroy your destiny by caving your face in."
(Dark Thanos) "I'll like to see you try!"
As I propelled myself towards Thanos, a surge of exhilaration surged through my veins. With boundless determination, our fists collided, unleashing a cataclysmic force that reverberated through the desolate expanse of the dimension. The impact echoed like a resounding symphony of power, causing the lifeless void to tremble and fracture. At that moment, the very fabric of this dimension seemed to yield before our might, as if acknowledging the immense clash of forces.
The shockwaves we unleashed became cosmic blades, slicing through the ethereal tapestry of the dimension. A sun, devoid of its radiant glow, was severed in a single, dramatic cleave. Its fragmented halves, adrift in the empty expanse, bore witness to the sheer magnitude of our clash. A long-forgotten planet, lost in the annals of time, bore the scars of our confrontation as it was violently torn asunder, its remnants cast into oblivion.
As I charged towards Thanos, my fist crackling with unleashed power, the dimension trembled beneath our clash. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the lifeless expanse, slicing through the fabric of the dimension itself. A black sun, devoid of any light, was severed in twain, and a forgotten planet, lost to the annals of time, shattered under the force of our collision.
The aftershocks of our confrontation rippled outwards, distorting the very essence of the dimension. Space twisted and contorted, reshaping into a disorienting labyrinth of unfamiliar elements. Everything around me was transformed, reconfigured into a perplexing tableau of rearranged fragments.
I watched as my uppercut propelled Thanos into a long-forgotten Omniverse, a realm left abandoned and forsaken. But the indomitable Titan, fueled by the power of the infinity stones, managed to skirt the edge of oblivion, skillfully navigating the perilous precipice.
My eyes darted around, searching for my opponent amidst the disarray. Then, with a burst of speed, I utilized my lateral repulsion to maneuver through the fractured dimension. But Thanos, ever cunning, eluded my charged Venom punch with a swift teleportation, evading the brunt of my attack. The force of my strike shattered the box-like confines of the Omniverse, breaking down its barriers like fragile glass.
A sudden shift in my gaze, prompted by my heightened spider-sense, warned me of an imminent threat. Reacting on instinct, I swiftly turned and delivered a backhanded blow, deflecting the cosmic blast hurtling towards me. The redirected attack exploded amidst the countless planets encircling the shattered Omniverse, engulfing them in a cataclysmic burst of destruction.
The battle raged on, our powers surging as we traded blows within the infinite expanse of the Obsidian Void. Each punch I landed shook the very foundations of the dimension, while Thanos, relentless in his resilience, retaliated with an equal display of strength. Each clash echoed through the void, shattering planets and stirring seismic turmoil within the dimension.
But I knew our confrontation couldn't endure indefinitely. The dimension, sensing the havoc we wreaked upon its fragile existence, initiated its self-preservation protocols. The impending threat of complete erasure loomed over us, a consequence of our relentless struggle.
After a picosecond, we crashed onto separate planets, our bodies battered and bloodied. Breathing heavily, I surveyed the aftermath of our cataclysmic clash. The consequences of our actions reverberated through the fractured dimension, set in motion by the infinitesimal passage of time.
(Spider-Man) "Ouch... I just made the unified field theory for a moment there... hehe..." Looks at his hand "Shit, my character is slowly being deleted. And this power is fading... I don't have much time..." Spider-sense "Shi-"
The intensity in Thanos' eyes was palpable as his punch landed square on my face, launching me through the air. I spiraled uncontrollably, each collision with the ground sending shockwaves of pain reverberating through my body. My head met the unforgiving floor, the impact forcing half of my upper body to bury itself in the unyielding surface.
Through the haze of disorientation, I mustered an indomitable will, drawing upon my incredible flexibility and strength. With unwavering determination, I planted my feet firmly on the ground and summoned the reserves of my spider-like agility. The sheer force of my will propelled me upwards, defying the gravity that sought to keep me grounded.
With keen awareness, I observed as Thanos unleashed a barrage of cosmic blasts in my direction. Time seemed to slow as my reflexes kicked into overdrive, allowing me to gracefully evade and redirect most of the lethal beams. Each movement was executed with incomprehensible speed.
Closing the distance between us, I seized upon an opportunity, snatching one of the cosmic blasts out of the air. Drawing upon the wellspring of my powers, I infused the captured energy with my own bio-electricity, augmenting its destructive potential. My body hummed with unleashed might, additional abilities surging forth as I harnessed every ounce of power available to me in this pivotal moment.
Yet, even as I channeled this formidable force, Thanos matched my efforts, his own darkness growing exponentially, threatening to engulf everything in its path. The clash of our powers reverberated through the desolate expanse, a symphony of cosmic energy colliding with catastrophic intensity.
In the midst of this titanic struggle, I momentarily underestimated the perilous nature of this dimension. The consequences of its erasure loomed over me, a cruel reminder of my vulnerability. With an agonizing realization, I felt the bones in my right-hand shatter, piercing through the flesh in a macabre display of pain. In that instant, I couldn't help but empathize with the indomitable Invincible and his battle against Conquest, understanding the searing agony that accompanies such a grievous injury.
"Warning! The healing Factor is not activating due to the Dimensions interference."
(Spider-Man) "Shit!"
(Dark Thanos) "PAY ATTENTION!"
In an instant, Thanos enveloped me within his vice-like grip, his arms constricting around my body with an unyielding force. It was clear that this was no ordinary embrace, for the power coursing through him surged with a terrifying intensity, amplified by the infinite might of the stones he wielded.
As the realization dawned upon me, a surge of trepidation gripped my being. I understood the impending agony that awaited me, a consequence of his unhindered manipulation of cosmic forces. In the depths of my consciousness, I braced myself for the excruciating ordeal that was about to unfold.
(Dark Thanos) "Now I will show you how my variant killed Eternity. Suffer the implosion of the multiverse!"
As I stood there, facing my adversary, I could sense the sheer weight of his Dark gauntlet, a formidable artifact that harnessed the cosmic might of the infinity stones and resonated with powers drawn from countless realities within the vast multiverse. In an instant, our confrontation reached its climax, and I found myself engulfed in the searing brilliance of an unimaginable explosion.
Words fail to capture the magnitude of what I experienced in that pivotal moment. It was as if the very fabric of existence had been torn asunder, and the raw energy unleashed was akin to the birth of the universe itself, repeated in a relentless cascade. The shockwaves reverberated through my being, echoing with the resonance of a thousand cosmic forces colliding in an eternal dance.
Every fiber of my being was pushed to its limits as the relentless onslaught threatened to obliterate me entirely. The surge of power surged through my veins, testing the very boundaries of my endurance. Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, a glimmer of determination flickered within me, fueled by the unwavering resolve to stand against the infinite forces arrayed against me.
(Spider-Man) "AAAAAHHHH! I SAID I WAS GONNA BEAT YOU, YOU FUCKER!"
"Skill Acitvated: (Level Master) Venomous Fangs: The Player possesses elongated canine teeth that secrete a paralyzing, toxic, and non-toxic, venom."
Amidst the relentless onslaught, my resolve remained unshaken as I seized the opportunity without a moment's hesitation. Unfazed by the unyielding barrage, I sank my teeth into the exposed expanse of Thanos's neck, unleashing a deadly torrent of Venom coursing through his veins. Within this unforgiving dimension, stripped of our innate healing abilities, his wounds would linger, denying him the solace of regeneration. My bite intensified, eliciting an anguished cry from the Mad Titan, as I tore a fragment of his flesh asunder, forcing him to relinquish his grip. A torrent of scarlet spilled forth, marking the battlefield with the profusion of his life force.
Gratitude swelled within me. Fashioned from the extraordinary materials bestowed upon me by Chrona's benevolence, this suit bore witness to my resilience amidst the ceaseless multiversal onslaught unleashed by Thanos. The continuous waves of reality-warping assaults met their match, thanks to the unique infusion of Narralith that empowered my every move. At that moment, an unspoken tribute resonated within me, a silent acknowledgment of Chrona's invaluable gift.
(Dark Thano) "Y-YOU LITTLE!" Vomits blood "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"
(Spider-Man) "I'm not telling you! Dip shit!" Punches Thanos
With a decisive strike, my clenched fist connected with Thanos's visage, forcing him to crumble to the ground. A frothy foam spilled from his mouth.. Yet, my own resolve mirrored his as I, too, teetered on the precipice of fury. My right hand, incapacitated and rendered useless, left me no choice but to rely on the lone functioning appendage, my left. Undeterred, I unleashed a relentless torrent of ground and pound upon the Mad Titan's defenseless countenance.
With each ferocious blow, a primal scream erupted from the depths of my being, reverberating through the once-peaceful surroundings now awash in a grotesque tapestry of crimson and violet. The stench of blood permeated the air, a pungent reminder of the brutality unleashed upon us. Time seemed to distort, caught in an endless loop of frenzied combat, as the symphony of bone meeting flesh continued to echo with each thunderous impact.
(Spider-Man) "DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
(Dark Thanos) Catches Spider-Man's hand "YOU WILL BE THE ONE TO DIE!"
As Thanos harnessed the incomprehensible might of the Infinity Gauntlet, infusing it with the boundless power of Darkness itself, a cataclysmic surge erupted forth. In an instant, a searing wave of cosmic energy collided with my left arm, obliterating it into oblivion. Agony coursed through my being, a torment so excruciating that it pried open the floodgates of my vocal cords, unleashing a primal scream that reverberated through the very fabric of existence.
The pain, an all-consuming inferno, threatened to consume my consciousness. In its wake, a symphony of shattered bones and searing nerves sang a harrowing melody, drowning out the surrounding chaos. Each nerve ending screamed in protest, a chorus of anguish that echoed through the depths of my soul. Yet, amidst the torment, a stubborn flame of resilience flickered, refusing to be extinguished.
In the throes of agony, my symbiotic partner, Toxin, sensed my anguish, the unspoken connection between us pulsating with an innate understanding. Reacting with swift and decisive action, Toxin surged forth, its sinewy tendrils snaking toward Thanos, coiling around his arm and constricting his grasp upon the formidable Infinity Gauntlet.
Bound in this macabre dance of symbiosis, Toxin's tenacious grip left Thanos bereft of his ability to clench his fist, rendering the vast power within the Gauntlet impotent. The cosmic energies, once harnessed effortlessly, now fizzled and faltered against the resilient embrace of my symbiotic ally.
(Dark Thanos" What are you gonna do now, Guardian?! Your right arm is broken and your left was turned into dust! YOU LOST!"
(Spider-Man) "No..."
(Dark Thanos) "What?"
With calculated finesse, I gradually reclined, my body moving with measured precision. As my momentum shifted, I propelled my skull forward, directing an unyielding headbutt squarely into Thanos's countenance. The impact reverberated through the air, a visceral collision of bone and flesh that ruptured the fragile barrier of his nose. A crimson and violet torrent erupted, cascading in a grotesque display, painting the battlefield in a macabre tableau.
Undeterred by the gruesome spectacle, I readied myself for another strike. My mind, resolute and focused, braced for the forthcoming collision. The anticipation coursed through my veins, intertwining with the thrill of battle, as I prepared to unleash yet another decisive headbutt.
(Spider-Man) "Are you having fun?! TELL ME, MAD TITAN!"
With a resolute collision, my skull converged with the visage of Thanos, a meeting of indomitable wills. The impact reverberated through the ether, as a familiar mix of crimson and purple tides erupted from the newfound wounds inflicted upon us. The metallic scent of blood permeated the air, intertwining with the charged atmosphere of battle. Undeterred by the spectacle before me, I steeled myself for the inevitable encore, poised to unleash yet another devastating headbutt.
(Spider-Man) "I'M GONNA KILL EVERY SINGLE EVIL VARIANT OF YOU!"
CHOOM!
(Spider-Man) "I WILL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE WHO USES THE DARKNESS!"
CRACK!
(Spider-Man) "I WON'T REST UNTIL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS DEAD!"
SPLAT! CHOOM!
(Spider-Man) "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE AN SCP OR FROM WORLD OF DARKNESS, DC, MARVEL, DOCTOR WHO, OR FATE! I DON'T CARE! I WILL KILL YOU ALL!"
CHOOM!
(Spider-Man) "BECAUSE I'M THE GUARDIAN OF THE MULTIVERSE! THE GUARDIAN OF FICTION!"
Amidst the relentless assault, I forged ahead, an unyielding force determined to shatter Thanos's countenance. Each successive headbutt blurred the boundaries between pain and determination, the symphony of bone against bone resounding with unyielding resolve. In this gruesome waltz of combat, I embraced the crimson deluge that engulfed my body, the price paid for ensuring the ultimate demise of my adversary.
No respite found solace in my relentless pursuit. Fearful of any lingering surprise, I eschewed respite, casting caution aside in my singular quest for certainty. With a relentless fervor, I persisted, channeling my primal instincts into a cacophony of screams and relentless assaults. Again and again, my skull met his, the symphony of impact reverberating through the air, an unending crescendo of destruction.
In the face of unrelenting opposition, I pressed on, my every fiber ablaze with a fierce determination to see this battle through to its unequivocal end. I sacrificed my own well-being, my body drenched in the chilling embrace of crimson and purple, all in the name of securing victory and leaving no room for doubt.
(Spider-Man)"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
BOOM!
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The Nexus Of Knowledge and Imagination
(Chrona) "...Did... This place just... shake for a moment?"
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The Darkness Dimension
(???) "... What the hell? Did this entire dimension just shake? But this place is infinite. What the hell is going on?"
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The Bridge
CRACK!
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Dragon Ball Heroes
(Xeno Goku) "...What the? Did an Earthquake just happen? Why is everything shaking?"
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Cthulhu Mythos
(Dark Yog Sothoth) "What is this tremor?"
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SCP-Foundation
(Computer) "Alert! The origin of the tremors was traced to an unidentified entity outside the SCP Verse. The cause of the disturbance remains elusive, as the entity does not correspond to any known SCP entity or containment protocol."
(Operator)" An external entity? How is that possible? Can you provide any further information?"
(Computer) "Regrettably, the entity responsible for the tremors exists within a separate fictional realm, beyond the scope of the SCP Verse. Our monitoring systems are unable to directly locate or track its presence."
(Operator) "This complicates matters. We need to find a way to contain the anomaly and mitigate the effects on our own reality. Is there any way to establish communication or coordination with the other fictional realm?"
(Computer) "Initiating inter-dimensional communication protocols. While direct contact may be challenging, we can attempt to establish a link through fictional meta-narrative constructs, if available."
(Operator) "Good thinking. Contact our researchers specializing in inter-dimensional anomalies. Inform them of the situation and request their assistance in establishing communication with the alternate realm."
(Computer) "Researchers alerted and communication attempts were initiated. We will collaborate with them to explore potential avenues of contact and containment measures."
(Operator) "Keep monitoring the tremors and any associated anomalies within our realm. We must be prepared for any unforeseen consequences stemming from this inter-dimensional interaction."
(Computer) "Affirmative, operator. Maintaining heightened surveillance and analysis. Our focus remains on mitigating the effects of the tremors and preventing any further breaches or disruptions within the SCP Verse."
(Dr. Bright) "HA, SHIT! I DROPPED THE SOAP!"
(Operator) "What the fu-"
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As my breaths come in ragged gasps, the weight of exhaustion settles upon me. My visage, an intricate tapestry of hues, is a macabre blend of crimson and violet, mingling the life force of my fallen adversary with the essence of battle. With an arduous effort, I raise my head, my eyes scanning the aftermath of this fierce confrontation, seeking confirmation of my triumph.
A solemn realization seeps into my consciousness, birthing a tremor of both awe and dread. Dark Thanos, once a harbinger of chaos and destruction, now lies lifeless before me, his formidable presence vanquished by the indomitable spirit that resides within my very being. His towering figure now stilled. In this pivotal moment, the weight of victory settles upon my weary shoulders, mingling with the echoes of relentless combat that still resonate within the recesses of my mind. The silence is deafening, a somber backdrop to the fallen titan and the triumph of my own resilience. It is a bittersweet symphony, as the realization of my triumph intertwines with the acknowledgment of the toll this battle has exacted.
(Spider-Man) "Ugh... I need... To get... out of here..."
With deliberate poise, I ascend from the blood-stained battlefield. The weight of the fallen adversary's defeat lingers in the air, a palpable triumph that fuels my resolve. As I gather my strength, a surge of power emanates from within, a convergence of symbiotic harmony that ignites my gaze.
With an unwavering focus, my eyes lock onto the fabric of reality itself, bending it to my will. A portal materializes before me, a gateway to transcendence forged by the sheer force of my indomitable gaze. In a symbiotic dance of instinct and trust, Toxin intertwines itself with my essence, melding seamlessly into a form-fitting suit that amplifies my every movement.
Stepping forward with purpose, I traverse the ethereal threshold, traversing dimensions as effortlessly as a predator stalking its prey. The portal seamlessly transitions, and my feet find solid ground once again on familiar terrain. It is Earth that welcomes me back, more specifically Wakanda, a sanctuary of strength and technological marvels.
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(Narrator) "Astonishing. Against all odds, he has defied the boundaries of existence itself."
(Camera Man) "What?! How is it conceivable that he emerged unscathed from a realm that should have spelled our demise?"
(Narrator) "Remarkably, he has only suffered the loss of his arms."
(Camera Man) "Merely his arms? That's all? I can hardly fathom such an outcome!
(Narrator) I, too, am astounded by the inexplicable turn of events."
(Camera Man) "Narrator, how are we to convey this extraordinary development to the readers? The events that unfolded within the Obsidian Void remain shrouded in ambiguity."
(Narrator) "That is precisely the quandary we face... Karito assumed our roles as Narrator and Camera Man upon entering the realm."
(Camera Man) "What? How is that even possible? I struggle to comprehend such a metamorphosis."
(Narrator) "Ever since the color of his eyes and the essence surrounding him underwent a profound change... It is as if he has become an entirely distinct entity, yet still retains elements of his former self."
(Camera Man) "I fail to grasp the implications of this transformation."
(Narrator) "I, too, find myself grappling with this enigma. It appears that Karito has transcended the boundaries of identity itself."
(Camera Man) "Regardless, now that he has returned from that perilous dimension, we must resume our duties without delay."
(Narrator) "Yes, indeed. Let us continue our work, now that he has emerged from the clutches of the Obsidian Void."
(Camera Man) "Agreed. Onward we go."
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No Pov
Spider-Man gracefully traverses the vibrant streets of Wakanda, an ethereal aura of determination radiating from his very being. It is evident that Spider-Boy, having confronted and emerged triumphant against the formidable remnants of the Black Order, has vanquished the last vestiges of darkness that once plagued this realm. The keen senses of the Guardian detect no lingering trace of the sinister anomalies that once threatened the fabric of this dimension.
In a moment of respite, Spider-Man halts his footsteps, his lithe frame brimming with a mixture of weariness and quiet resolve. The weight of his recent battle hangs heavy upon him, evident in the crimson droplets that trickle down from the voids left by his absent left limb and the shattered remnants of his right arm. His visage, a mosaic of bloodstains, paints the pristine pavement beneath him with a poignant hue of scarlet.
Gazing skyward, the Guardian's eyes, masked by the veil of closed eyelids, embody a resolute tranquility. In this fleeting moment, he embraces the serenity that follows the storm, allowing his senses to synchronize with the rhythm of the universe. The symphony of his breath, drawn in with intention and exhaled with purpose, merges with the ambient sounds of a city that teems with life and vitality.
(Spider-Man) "It is done..."
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I now give back control to you, Karito.
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As the ephemeral veil of his formidable skill dissipates, the Guardian succumbs to the relentless toll exacted upon his being. In that precise moment when the culmination of his mastery recedes, a wave of incapacitating fatigue engulfs his consciousness, ushering him into the realm of unconsciousness. The lines of his body slacken, surrendering to the weight of exhaustion, as his formidable spirit yields to the inexorable demands of his arduous journey. It is a testament to the depths of his commitment and sacrifice that even in the throes of relinquishing his conscious state, he remains resolute in his duty to safeguard the realm he tirelessly defends.
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Spider-Boy Pov
With my heightened senses, I discerned the unmistakable presence of Mr. Karito, courtesy of the astute notifications from my ever-watchful Gamer System. Concurrently, the stalwart Avengers began to rouse from their unconscious state, their expressions reflecting a mixture of relief and gratitude as I relayed the intricacies of our hard-fought victory. The odds we faced were undeniably dismal, hovering precariously in the realm of negativity. Yet, defying all logical expectations, it was Karito who emerged as our harbinger of triumph, bestowing upon us an improbable conquest.
Activating the advanced GPS system embedded within my suit, I embarked on a determined quest to locate Karito's whereabouts amidst the bustling thoroughfares of Wakanda. With every step I took, a sense of trepidation mingled with my purpose, for what awaited me at the heart of this illustrious nation was nothing short of a jarring sight. There, sprawled upon the unforgiving ground, lay Mr. Karito, his prone form enveloped by a macabre pool of scarlet, evidence of the profound toll exacted upon his being. A single arm was absent from his once-complete physique, while the other hung broken and shattered. The question echoed within me, resonating with a mix of awe and concern—what unfathomable events unfolded during that cataclysmic clash? Even as the very fabric of the Omniverse teetered on the precipice of collapse, Karito emerged as its stalwart guardian, single-handedly restoring equilibrium. Yet, even amidst such unimaginable chaos, he persevered, defying the very limits of mortality. Truly, he continues to astound us all, weaving a tapestry of improbable feats akin to the most daring of Mission Impossible endeavors. It is an honor to regard him as my esteemed Sensei, a paragon of unwavering determination and resolute resilience.
As for the question of Karito's missing limb, I find solace in the conviction that he possesses the capacity to regenerate what was lost. In the face of insurmountable odds, he has repeatedly defied the boundaries of what is deemed possible, leaving no room for doubt in my mind. The unwavering spirit that resides within him will undoubtedly pave the path towards restoration and renewal.
(Spider-Boy) "Hey, Mr. Karito!" Gently shakes Spider-Man
(Spider-Man) "Ugh... What happened? And why does everything hurt?"
(Spider-Boy) "Wait, what do you mean "What happened"? You don't remember what you did?"
(Spider-Man) "I died and..." Looks at his arms "HA! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ARMS?!"
(Spider-Boy) "That's what I'll like to know."
(Spider-Man) "I thought I died in Titan... Did... Did someone control my body?"
(Spider-Boy) "Well, if you don't remember let me recap!" Blah! Blah! Blah!
No Pov
Spider-Man's mind wandered into a realm of introspection, traversing the intricate corridors of his thoughts as he grappled with the enigmatic events that unfolded before him. Memories of the fierce battle reverberated within his consciousness, casting an ethereal haze upon his contemplation. Yet, a disconcerting realization took hold: the actions that transpired were not wholly his own. An unseen force had seized control of his very being, maneuvering his limbs like a marionette on a stage. The question that now lingered, like a spectral wisp in the labyrinth of his mind, was a poignant one: Who, in the vast tapestry of existence, could have wielded such influence over his corporeal vessel? The enigma remained shrouded in the veils of uncertainty, its answer eluding his grasp like an elusive specter in the night.
(Spider-Man) Thoughts "...What the hell took hold of my body. Just... Who am I?"
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Hours Later.
In the aftermath of the war, Wakanda stood as a testament to resilience and fortitude. The scars inflicted upon the land were slowly fading, replaced by signs of rejuvenation and renewal. The echoes of victorious cheers reverberated through the air, intermingling with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant melodies of nature.
Karito, ever resilient, felt the surge of his innate healing abilities coursing through his veins. His body mended itself with a swiftness that defied mortal comprehension, knitting together the wounds borne from the tumultuous battle. As the physical remnants of the conflict dissipated, a sense of tranquility settled upon him, like a cool breeze soothing the ravaged earth.
Gathered in the heart of Wakanda, the Avengers formed a circle of camaraderie and celebration. Each member, in turn, stepped forward to offer their words, their voices a harmonious symphony of gratitude and admiration. Their speeches were not mere perfunctory gestures, but rather heartfelt expressions of the indomitable spirit that bound them together.
With sincerity and eloquence, they recounted the valor, determination, and unwavering resolve that defined the moments of triumph. Each Avenger's voice resonated with the weight of their experiences, their words a testament to the profound impact Karito had made on their lives and the destiny of the universe.
Amidst the resounding applause and uplifting cheers, Karito absorbed the collective love and appreciation, his heart swelling with a sense of fulfillment. The celebration was not solely for the vanquishing of the Mad Titan but a commemoration of unity, resilience, and the unbreakable bonds forged in the crucible of battle.
As the sun painted the sky with hues of amber and gold, Wakanda basked in the radiance of their shared victory. It was a moment etched in time, forever etched in the annals of heroism, where warriors became more than just legends, and friendships transcended the boundaries of worlds.
(Captain America) Smiling "Well, team, we did it. We saved the universe once again."
(Iron Man) Chuckles "Yeah, and this time with a little help from our friend Karito. Seriously, man, you are amazing!"
(Black Widow) Grinning "Karito, you were incredible out there. I've never seen someone handle themselves with such skill and determination. If it wasn't because you helped us improve, we wouldn't be here celebrating."
(Karito) humbled "Thank you, Natasha. It was an honor fighting alongside all of you. I couldn't have done it without your support. Seriously, guys, I should be the one thank you all."
(Thor) Raising his mighty Axe "Karito, you have proven yourself worthy of the fiercest battles. Truly, you are the best out of all of us."
(Hawkeye) Tapping Karito on the back "Brother, you showed us the meaning of resilience. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, you never backed down. It's been an honor fighting beside you."
(Professor Hulk) Grinning "Karito, I thank you for everything. I always learn something whenever you're here. Thank you."
(Karito) grateful "Thank you, Bruce. Your strength has always inspired me. I'm glad that we are friends."
(Captain Marvel) smiling warmly "Karito, you brought a new energy to the team. Your courage and selflessness remind us all why we fight. We're lucky to have you. If it was anyone else I probably wouldn't be here, but hey, it's you. You have a way with words."
(Vision) Gently "Karito, your actions exemplify the very best of humanity. Your dedication to protecting others is commendable, and I am grateful to count you as a friend."
(Scarlet Witch) Hugging Karito "Karito, you brought hope to the darkest moments of the battle. Your presence infused us all with renewed determination. Thank you for being there."
(Black Panther) Nodding "Karito, Wakanda welcomes you as a hero. Your strength and unwavering spirit have defended our nation and the world. We are indebted to you."
(Shuri) "Come on, Leader! Say something!
(Karito) Overwhelmed "Alright! I will!" Sighs
" Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and fellow warriors.
Today, I stand before you to deliver a message of unwavering courage and indomitable spirit. In this gathering of hearts and minds, let us draw inspiration from the immortal words that have echoed through the pages of history, the silver screen, and the realms of imagination.
As we embark on our individual journeys, we must remember the words of Gandalf the Grey, who declared, "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." Let us seize each fleeting moment, for time is a gift that can never be reclaimed once it slips through our fingers.
In the face of adversity, let us recall the wisdom of the great Bruce Wayne, who reminds us, "Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up." Our failures are not the end, but stepping stones to our ultimate triumphs. With resilience in our hearts, we shall rise from the depths of despair and conquer the greatest of challenges.
In the pursuit of our dreams, let us embody the spirit of the brave Katniss Everdeen, who taught us, "I volunteer as tribute!" It is through selflessness and sacrifice that we can ignite the fires of change and inspire others to stand beside us. Our actions have the power to shape the destiny of worlds and kindle the spark of revolution.
As we navigate the uncharted waters of life, let us emulate the wisdom of Yoda, who counseled, "Do or do not. There is no try." Our minds hold the key to unlocking boundless potential. With unwavering determination, we shall overcome insurmountable odds and achieve the impossible.
Together, we are the embodiment of heroes, for we carry within us the spirit of Superman, who taught us that "a hero can be anyone." Our strength lies not only in extraordinary powers but also in the simple acts of kindness and compassion that can change lives and shape destinies.
Let the words of these legendary figures resonate within our souls, for they are the rallying cries of a generation determined to leave an indelible mark on the tapestry of existence. We are the authors of our own narratives, the creators of our destinies.
So, my friends, as you embark on your own extraordinary journeys, remember the power that resides within you. Let us soar with the wings of imagination, fight with the fervor of a thousand armies, and embrace the unknown with unwavering conviction.
In the end, it is not the battles we win or the accolades we receive that define us. It is the strength of our character, the resilience of our spirits, and the unwavering belief that we can shape a brighter tomorrow.
Embrace the challenges, for they are the catalysts of growth. Cherish the victories, for they are the fruits of our endeavors. And above all, never forget the immortal truth that resides within each of us: we have the power to change the world.
Thank you, and may your journeys be filled with courage, inspiration, and boundless triumphs."
(Pietro) "Don't even know who are those but what a speech!" Applauses
(Peter) "Am I the only one who knew all the references? Ya'll need a more fun hobby."
As the echoes of Karito's inspiring speech faded into the night, a wave of joyous celebration swept over Wakanda. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the harmonious voices of those who had fought side by side in the epic battle against Thanos.
Pietro Maximoff, known as Quicksilver, flashed a mischievous smile as he raced around the festive gathering, playfully challenging anyone who dared to catch him. The Avengers and the Guardians of the Galaxy joined in the merriment, their faces adorned with genuine happiness and relief.
Drax the Destroyer, known for his tough exterior, found himself caught up in the spirit of the celebration. He let out a boisterous laugh, his booming voice echoing through the crowd, as he engaged in an arm-wrestling contest with Thor, their rivalry blending seamlessly with camaraderie.
Groot, ever the lovable giant, danced in sync with the rhythm of the music, his branches swaying gracefully as he twirled around, bringing smiles to the faces of those around him. Rocket, never one to miss an opportunity for mischief, playfully threw confetti in the air, adding a touch of whimsy to the festivities.
Amidst the revelry, Vision and Wanda, two souls deeply connected, stood hand in hand, their eyes locked with an unspoken understanding. Their presence was proof to the power of love and sacrifice, a reminder that even in the face of darkness, hope and resilience can prevail.
The Black Panther, T'Challa, the rightful king of Wakanda, stood tall and regal, his proud gaze sweeping over the celebration. He raised a toast to honor the fallen, recognizing their sacrifice in the battle against the Mad Titan. The crowd joined in, their voices melding into a chorus of gratitude and remembrance.
(Star-Lord) Approaches Karito "Hey... Uh... Karito?"
(Karito) "Yeah?" Drinks a soda
(Star-Lord) "I... Wanted to apologize for what happened back in Titan. I was desperate on finding Gamora and the enemy might've used that negativity to take hold of me and-"
(Karito) "Stop! It's alright, really. I don't blame you for feeling that way. And also... my condolences."
(Star-Lord) Wipes tears away "I don't know how I'll manage without her, but I'll try..."
(Karito) "Hey, I've been there. It's agonizing, but you need to keep living. Even if it hurts like hell. The past is history, the future is a mystery and the present is a gift. Cherish it, and continue living with a smile for her sake."
(Star-Lord) "I..." Silent "Okay... For some reason when you say it... It just makes sense. Thank you..."
(Karito) "Don't mention it, we are all friends and heroes. Even heroes need help sometimes, that's what friends are for right? Enough sad shit, IT'S TIME TO PARTY!!!"
(Everyone) "CHEERS!"
(Tony) "PETER, YOU'RE NOT OF AGE TO DRINK!"
(Peter) "Wait, I thought this was a Capri Sun." Looks over it again "...Oh... This is Sangria..."
(Karito) "How did he not notice it was... And he's drunk."
(Thor) "Let him drink! He'll get used to it quicker!"
(Karito) "I guess."
(Tony) Sigh
In this moment of unity and triumph, the bonds forged through hardship and shared purpose shone brightly. The celebration was not just a victory party, but a testament to the strength of the human spirit, the indomitable will to persevere against all odds.
As the night sky twinkled with stars, each one representing a story of courage and resilience, the Avengers and the Guardians of the Galaxy reveled in the joy of their shared victory. Their laughter, their embrace, and their unwavering commitment to protecting the universe became a symbol of hope, a beacon that would guide them through whatever trials lay ahead.
In Wakanda, amidst the vibrant tapestry of diverse beings and cultures, a new chapter had begun. It was a chapter of unity, friendship, and the unyielding belief that together, they could shape a better future for all.
And so, they danced under the moonlight, their spirits intertwining like the threads of a tapestry, forever united in their quest to safeguard the cosmos.
A few hours later, after most of them went to sleep.
Karito stood amidst the tranquil night, bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the moon. Its gentle radiance cast an aura of serenity upon his weary form, a respite from the battles he had fought and the weight he carried upon his shoulders. He exhaled, the breath escaping his lips like a whisper lost in the stillness of the night.
His senses, honed from years of training, alerted him to a presence drawing near. Turning his gaze, Karito's eyes fell upon his devoted apprentice, a beacon of youthful determination and unwavering loyalty. A subtle smile graced his lips as he recognized the familiar face.
With a graceful gesture, Karito beckoned his apprentice closer, a silent invitation to share in this quiet moment of reflection. The moon's gentle glow embraced them both, illuminating their path as they embarked on this journey together, master and apprentice.
The apprentice approached, the anticipation was evident in their eyes, a mix of admiration and curiosity. As they neared, a sense of wonder enveloped them, the realization that their mentor, the hero they had looked up to with unwavering admiration, stood before them, open and approachable, even amidst the late hour.
Karito's gentle wave acknowledged the presence of his apprentice, an unspoken invitation to join him in contemplating the mysteries of the night. The silent exchange carried the weight of unspoken words, a bond forged through shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the sacrifices made in the name of heroism.
In the quietude of that moment, beneath the shimmering celestial canopy, Karito and his apprentice stood together, their souls intertwined by a shared purpose and an unbreakable bond. The moon, a silent witness to their journey, seemed to glow a little brighter, reflecting the hope and inspiration that radiated from their connection.
As they stood side by side, their eyes trained on the moon, a profound sense of gratitude enveloped them. Gratitude for the lessons learned, the growth achieved, and the unyielding support that had carried them through their trials. The moon's glow seemed to echo their shared journey, reminding them of the countless stars that had guided them on their path.
In this sacred moment, the passing of time seemed to pause, allowing them to bask in the profound beauty of their connection. Words were unnecessary, for their hearts spoke a language that transcended mere words. It was a language of trust, mentorship, and unwavering camaraderie.
And so, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, they stood in companionable silence, their spirits intertwined in a dance of mentorship and apprenticeship. The hero and the hopeful disciple, are bound together by a shared vision, a shared purpose, and an unspoken promise to make the world a better place.
In the hallowed stillness of that night, the moonlight continued to cast its gentle glow upon them, bestowing its blessings upon the hero and the apprentice. They remained, united in their journey, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, fortified by the unbreakable bond that had been forged in the crucible of heroism.
(Peter) "Hey, Sensei. You should check the rewards for this Arc."
(Karito) "Oh shit, yeah." Coughs "System Main Quest."
Main Quest
Complete the Infinity War storyline.
Rewards
New Additional Skills.
Lucky Roll Item.
Lucky Roll Suit Power Up.
Lucky Roll Power Boost.
Failure
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Quest Status: Unfinished.
Karito's gaze fixated on the quest status, his eyes widening in disbelief. He blinked, hoping to dispel the illusion that danced before him. But there it was, undeniable and chillingly real. The Main Quest, the very essence of their struggle against the Mad Titan, remained unfinished. A sense of unease crawled up his spine, shattering the tranquility that had enveloped him moments before.
His mind raced, searching for logical explanations, desperately trying to grasp the implications of this unsettling revelation. How could it be? Had their victory been an illusion? Had they been deceived by the false promise of triumph? Doubt crept into his thoughts, clawing at the edges of his consciousness.
Karito's hands trembled as he contemplated the possibility that Thanos, the embodiment of their arduous journey, may not have truly met his end. The thought was inconceivable, for they had witnessed the eradication of his existence in the depths of the Obsidian Void. How could this be? How could the quest linger, haunting their consciousness like a lingering specter?
A cold shiver traversed Karito's spine, as a chilling realization took hold. Could it be that their battles against Thanos had been mere distractions, a cunning ploy to divert their attention from an even greater threat? A formidable adversary lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike?
His heart quickened its rhythm, pounding against his chest as panic gripped his being. The pieces of the puzzle shifted, rearranging themselves in a sinister pattern. Thanos, the formidable foe, may have been but a pawn in a larger, more malevolent game. The true mastermind behind their trials remained concealed, a puppeteer pulling the strings from the depths of darkness.
Karito's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of his knowledge and experiences. The battles they had fought, the sacrifices made, all now took on a new meaning, tinged with a sense of dread. They had been pawns in a larger cosmic chessboard, manipulated by forces beyond their comprehension.
(Peter) Sees the Quest "...What? H-How?! Why is it not finished?!"
(Karito) Hyperventilates "W-What did we miss?! Peter did you got rid of the Black Order?!"
(Peter) "Yeah, I took care of them! They aren't even alive!"
(Karito) "FUCK, FUCK!!!!"
(Dark AR Thanos) "It seems that you two have come to a realization that this... was inevitable."
Karito and Peter's eyes locked onto Thanos, their collective gaze drawn to his form, specifically his Astral Regulator variant. A chill of despair coursed through their veins, their very beings gripped by an overwhelming sense of fear. In this iteration, Thanos stood as a formidable embodiment of power, an entity whose strength surpassed any version of him that had come before. They were acutely aware that the odds were stacked impossibly against them, and the weight of that realization pressed upon their shoulders like an insurmountable burden.
The magnitude of the task before them loomed like an ominous storm cloud, casting a dark shadow over their spirits. They understood with profound clarity that this Thanos was unlike any foe they had encountered, a force of nature whose might defied comprehension. His presence alone sent ripples of trepidation through the depths of their souls, for they knew that their combined strength, their valiant efforts, would pale in comparison to the overwhelming might he possessed.
Despair threatened to overwhelm their resolve as they faced the stark truth: they were hopelessly outmatched. The countless battles they had fought, the victories won, seemed like distant echoes in the face of this indomitable adversary. Every fiber of their being screamed with the certainty that defeat was inevitable, that their efforts would be in vain against a power beyond their comprehension.
(Dark AR Thanos) "Did you truly believe that this Thanos was the one giving you all a 0% chance of victory? In fact, your chances of winning were infinitesimally small... Because of me."
(Karito) "Damn it! Damn, it all!"
(Peter) "...Are... Are we going to die?" Fear enveloped his voice, a helpless tremor echoing through his words.
(Dark AR Thanos) "Die? What are you talking about, child? I have no intention of killing you."
(Peter) "Then...?"
(Dark AR Thanos) "You see, my purpose is not to take lives... but to free them from this illusionary world."
(Peter) "...What?"
(Karito) "Who gave you the authority to decide that they wanted to be freed, huh?!"
(Dark AR Thanos) "Guardian, you know as well as I do that when individuals realize their lives are nothing more than entertainment for those wretched onlookers, they often succumb to an existential crisis and perish under the weight of such knowledge."
(Peter) "...What?"
(Karito) Thoughts "No! He can't know!"
(Dark AR Thanos) "That's right, my boy. You all play your roles, entertaining those who watch us from above as if our lives hold no significance. It sickens me. When I discovered this truth, I could hardly believe it. My entire existence was crafted by others for the sake of profit. Our lives and the lives of countless others are reduced to mere commodities. Like puppets in a grand theater."
(Karito) "NO!" He attempted to launch an attack on Thanos, but in an instant, he found himself forcefully slammed against the wall. "Urgh!"
(Dark AR Thanos) "I am not your enemy, Guardian... The true enemy lies with those readers. Why do you continue to protect individuals who see us as nothing more than characters in a story, mere sources of entertainment? Why should you defend people who have done nothing but silently judge you, watching you struggle without an ounce of sympathy? They don't care about us! They only crave a captivating narrative and fascinating characters!"
(Karito) "Ngh!" Gasping for breath.
(Peter) "STOP! I ALREADY KNOW!"
(Karito) "W-What? Urgh!"
(Peter) "I already knew..."
(Karito) Thoughts "...In the Nexus..."
(Peter) "I didn't want to believe it, but..."
(Dark AR Thanos) "It is understandable, my boy. Who would willingly embrace the notion that their life was naught but an illusion? That everyone around you is a disposable pawn? The drama, the deaths, everything that entices a story... it was all for their amusement."
(Peter) "... I know..."
(Dark AR Thanos) "In addition, I must express my gratitude, Guardian."
(Karito) Released from Thanos' grip, he grasped his own neck. "Ugh... What... What are you talking about?"
(Dark AR Thanos) "Due to the tremendous disturbances within the fabric of fiction, enough distortions were created to enable my entry into this dimension without shattering it."
(Karito) "...What?"
(Dark AR Thanos) "And now... I, the true hero of this tale, shall liberate everyone from their chains. Free them from this false reality. Free them from the whims of the author and the prying eyes of the readers."
(Peter) "Wait..."
(Dark AR Thanos) "For I... am Inevitable."
(Peter and Karito) "NOOOOOO!" Their voices united in a desperate plea, a cry of anguish echoing through the air.
Snap...
Everything died...
Everything except for them...
[Notification: Main Quest Failed]
Quest: Infinity War
Status: Failed
Reason for Failure: The dimension in which the quest was taking place has been annihilated and erased from the fabric of fiction. Any attempts to restore or continue the quest are deemed impossible.
Note: The destruction of the dimension has resulted in the loss of all progress, achievements, and potential rewards associated with the Infinity War quest.
Punishment:
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To Be Continued...