{Hel Realm}
Ritsuka, Artoria Lancer, and Artoria Avalon stepped through the glowing portal and found themselves on a desolate mountain, far from the heart of Hel's realm. The air was thick with frost, and the dry snow-covered trees scattered around were barren, skeletal, devoid of any warmth or life. Below them, the land stretched out endlessly, cloaked in a haze of thick, enchanted fog. The sky was a constant twilight, neither day nor night, illuminated by a faint, eerie green light. Snowflakes drifted lazily through the air, mixing with the fog, making visibility difficult. The oppressive atmosphere was only broken by the distant sound of restless souls moving like a sea of whispers, echoing from the depths of the valley.
Ritsuka looked around, hands in his pockets, casually shrugging off the eerie environment. "You know, Hel isn't that bad, all things considered. I mean, sure, it's plagued with thousands of cadavers moving around, moaning ghosts and stuff, but beyond that, it kind of feels like I'm in a really well-done haunted houses."
Artoria Lancer shot him a sharp glare, her blue eyes narrowing. "Master, this is not the time for jokes." Her voice was firm, her stance reflecting the unease she was feeling in such a mystically charged place.
Beside her, Artoria Avalon, still regal in her white and gold attire, crossed her arms, her expression betraying her annoyance. "You find humor in the strangest of places, Fujimaru," she said, her tone carrying a subtle hint of disapproval. "We're in a realm of the dead. This is no haunted house attraction."
Ritsuka smiled sheepishly but didn't respond right away, taking in the eerie scenery as the tension from both Artorias simmered around him.
Artoria Lancer, keen on getting them back on track, focused on the magical aura around them. "The magic density here is astonishing," she said, her expression growing serious. "It's nearly as strong as it was in the Age of Gods. I can feel the weight of the mana pressing down on everything around us."
Ritsuka nodded. "Yeah, and the fog here is laced with magic too. It's thick, makes it hard to see, and it's messing with our ability to sense which way we need to go." He glanced around, feeling slightly disoriented by the endless fog.
Artoria Avalon, ever composed, studied the realm more deeply. "The goddess who controls this place must be exceptionally powerful," she mused. "This management of souls... it rivals Ereshkigal's dominion over the Underworld." There was a note of respect in her voice, something rarely heard when it came to the ruling of such vast realms.
Ritsuka, eager to show his loyalty to the goddess of the Underworld, quickly chimed in. "Ereshkigal's still the BEST though. I'm not about to let anyone overthrow her when it comes to managing realms."
The two Artorias exchanged knowing glances at his sudden burst of enthusiasm, but before they could respond, Ritsuka's eyes were drawn to the ground below. Among the moving masses of souls, he noticed something strange. The spirits—warriors, fallen soldiers, and ancient beings—were moving in a strange pattern. "Huh… it's like a traffic jam," Ritsuka remarked with a grin. "And look at that guy—" He pointed to a hulking, ethereal warrior guiding the souls. "He's playing traffic cop down there."
Both Artorias looked to where he was pointing, their keen eyes focusing on the spectral figure. Artoria Lancer gave him a side glance, sighing. "Only you could find humor in Hel's organization of the dead."
As they descended further, through the fog and twisted landscape, a towering structure emerged from the distance. It was a castle, large and foreboding, constructed from dark stone that pulsed with an unnatural glow. The fortress of Hela, the goddess of this realm, loomed like a beacon of dread at the heart of the underworld.
"There it is," Artoria Avalon noted, her eyes narrowing at the sight. "Her stronghold. As expected from the ruler of Hel. It appears to be in the very center of this domain."
Ritsuka, feeling the pull of Hela's presence, nodded. "I can sense her too," he muttered. "She's waiting there. But…" He glanced at his companions. "This is her domain, and it's locked down with her own rules. I could teleport there myself, but I can't bring both of you along with me."
Both Artorias turned toward him, their expressions unified in seriousness. Artoria Lancer spoke first. "That's out of the question, Master. We stick together, especially in a place like this. Low numbers means we need to remain united."
Artoria Avalon gave a subtle nod in agreement. "Splitting up is not an option."
Ritsuka smirked, the hint of mischief in his eyes catching their attention. "I wasn't planning on going alone," he said, slowly raising his arm to reveal the familiar glow of Command Spells etched on the back of his hand. The marks, fully restored, pulsed with energy.
Both Artorias blinked, confusion briefly crossing their faces, before they realized what he intended. Artoria Lancer's eyes widened. "You're not seriously thinking about summoning here… in Hel?"
Ritsuka grinned, his eyes glowing with the thrill of it. "Why not? I've got Command Spells to spare." He held out his hand, the light from the marks growing brighter as he prepared to summon.
Artoria Avalon raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. "Typical of you," she muttered, though there was a trace of amusement hidden in her tone.
As the Command Spells activated, the air around them shimmered and cracked with magical energy. The snow and fog parted as the light grew, and in an instant, figures began to emerge from the swirling glow.
Ritsuka's voice rang out clearly. "Come forth, my allies!"
As the summoning light began to fade, the first figure to emerge was unmistakable to Ritsuka—Mashu Kyrielight. Her familiar shield shimmered in the dim light of Hel's realm. Just as she landed on her feet, a small, familiar creature bounced out from behind her shield. It was Fou, chirping happily, "Fou! Fou!" His little form immediately brought a smile to Ritsuka's face.
"Senpai!" Mashu's voice echoed, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw Ritsuka.
Before Ritsuka could respond, two more figures appeared from the fading light. Scáthach-Skaði, regal and composed, landed with grace, followed closely by Scáthach herself, whose crimson eyes locked onto Ritsuka. Both women carried themselves with the unmistakable confidence of warriors, but beneath their cold exteriors was a warmth reserved only for him.
"My stupid disciple, you summoned me from the Land of Shadfows to another Hel." A sharp tone came from her but love can be seen from her eyes clearly.
"Another me, I see you have came with me this time. Wait. .. this place is familiar. Master, where are we? And I'm very... happy to see you again." another sweet with sharp tone came from skadi. Her face filled with happiness seeing Ritsuka.
Ritsuka felt the weight of their presence, and for a brief moment, the tension in Hel's oppressive atmosphere lifted. He opened his mouth to greet them, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"What the hell?!" The voice was indignant and slightly panicked. "I thought I was eating my cookies in peace so that furball wouldn't get them, and now I'm standing in… whatever this place is!"
Another voice groaned in exasperation. "Dammit! I don't know what's going on either, Director. I told you, I don't want to be dragged into any more of these crazy events. Fujimaru can handle this!"
It was Goredolf and Kadoc, appearing behind Mashu, looking utterly bewildered. Ritsuka's eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face. Seeing them here in Hel, of all places, filled him with a strange sense of comfort. Without a second thought, he rushed forward and hugged both of them.
"Director! Kadoc!" Ritsuka exclaimed, holding them tightly.
Both men froze in shock. Goredolf's face flushed a deep red, completely unprepared for the sudden display of affection. "W-What in the world?!" he sputtered, but after a second, he awkwardly patted Ritsuka on the back, as if trying to comfort him. "Don't worry, Ritsuka! I'm here, no need to fear! Your director is on your side!"
Kadoc, on the other hand, was less enthusiastic. "Oi, Fujimaru! Knock it off!" he grumbled, squirming in Ritsuka's hold. His face turned a shade of red as well, but more out of annoyance. "Let go already!"
Just as Ritsuka released them, two more familiar voices boomed behind them, filling the cold air with their lively presence.
"Hey, Campaign!" The booming voice of Napoleon filled the air as he stepped out of the light, his broad smile beaming across his face. "We meet again, but this time I've got my lover with me! This must be heaven, right? What do you say, my wife?"
A sharp retort followed almost immediately. "Idiot! Stop shouting, and for the last time, I'm not your wife!" Ophelia's voice came from behind him, sounding as stern as ever. She stepped forward, her icy blue eye glinting and another eye is covered with eyepatch but the moment she saw the group—Ritsuka, Kadoc, Goredolf, Skadi, Mashu—her expression softened. "Ritsuka… Kadoc… Director… Queen Skadi… and Mashu. It's been a while. Did you all die or something?"
There was a stunned silence.
Mashu, eyes wide in disbelief, suddenly rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Ophelia, tears welling up in her eyes. "Ophelia! I… I can't believe it! You're here!" Her voice trembled with emotion, her heart clearly overjoyed to see her friend again.
Scáthach-Skaði, always so composed, stepped forward as well, a rare emotion flickering across her face. "Ophelia…" she whispered, reaching out to pull her into an embrace. "We… saw you die… in My Lostbelt." Her voice was uncharacteristically tender, and tears, unbidden, welled in her eyes.
Kadoc was frozen, his mind reeling as he struggled to process the scene. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression one of utter confusion. "Wait… what the hell is going on? Ophelia, you… you died. I saw the reports. How are you here?"
Goredolf, still recovering from the shock of everything, rubbed his chin, his face pale. "D-Did we die too? Is this some kind of afterlife? Because I certainly don't remember dying…"
Before anyone could answer, a familiar chirp broke the emotional moment. "Fou!" The little creature hopped onto Goredolf's shoulder, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he snatched something from the director's hand.
Goredolf's eyes widened in horror. "No! My last cookie!" He shouted, chasing after the cheeky Fou who scampered away, leaving the Ritsuka , Artoria lancer, and Artoria Avalon in laughter while others in shock.
Ritsuka brushing the snow off his clothes, and smiled at the gathered group. "I think I know what's going on here, guys. Kadoc, Director Goredolf, Ophelia… I think you've been summoned as Heroic Spirits, just like the others. And I'm the one who summoned you to this place."
The three of them stared at him in disbelief, processing what he just said.
Kadoc furrowed his brow, crossing his arms. "What does that even mean, Fujimaru? Heroic Spirits? You're saying we've become like… them?" He glanced at Scáthach, Mashu, and the two Artorias, clearly skeptical. "I'm no 'Heroic Spirit.' I'm just… me."
Ophelia's eyes widened as she processed the information. "How is that even possible? Becoming a Heroic Spirit… after my death in lostbelt? It's impossible for a humanity traitor like me." She looked down at herself, touching her arms as if she couldn't believe she was real. "But I… I don't remember getting any information from Thorne of heroes. Or alya…"
Goredolf, who had been silent up until now, suddenly blurted out, "Wait! Hold on! I always knew I had heroic qualities, but—" his voice then dropped, trembling with fear, "b-but what happened to our world? Does this mean we failed? Did we… did we die?" Panic seeped into his voice, and he looked at Ritsuka as if searching for reassurance.
The group fell silent, tension thick in the air. The weight of Goredolf's question hung over them, and for a moment, no one could find the words to respond. Ritsuka, however, maintained a calm demeanor, which only seemed to irritate Kadoc.
"Why are you smiling, Fujimaru?!" Kadoc snapped, frustration evident in his voice. "This isn't funny. What the hell's going on?!"
Ritsuka's smile softened as he waved his hand, conjuring a small camp for everyone to sit and rest. Using his magic, he created seats from the ground, their design simple but comfortable. The others looked on, wide-eyed, clearly shocked at how easily he wielded his magic.
Kadoc, Ophelia, and Goredolf exchanged looks, their confusion deepening. This casual display of power, something they'd never seen from Ritsuka before, only reinforced the idea that something was very wrong. They must really be dead… right?
Fou leaped onto Ritsuka's shoulder, chirping happily, as Ritsuka took his seat by the fire that flickered in an unnatural shade of black.
"Sit down, everyone," Ritsuka said gently, motioning for the others to join him around the fire. The group hesitated but slowly complied, sitting in a semi-circle around the campfire.
It wasn't until Mashu noticed the fire's color that she spoke up. "Senpai… what kind of fire is this? It's black," she said, her eyes wide with both curiosity and concern.
Scáthach, always attuned to such things, narrowed her eyes and spoke up before Ritsuka could answer. "That… is no ordinary flame. These are dark destruction flames, capable of reducing anything they touch to nothingness. Ritsuka… how did you learn to create such power?"
The others turned to Ritsuka, clearly alarmed by the mention of something so destructive. Even Kadoc, usually quick to scold or berate, seemed genuinely concerned. Goredolf leaned back a little, clearly wanting to put some distance between himself and the flames.
Ritsuka smiled a bit sheepishly, brushing it off like it was no big deal. "It's a long story," he said, creating several pieces of meat with magic and beginning to fry them with expert skill. He sprinkled salt and various seasonings over the sizzling food, the smell quickly filling the air. "But before we get into all that… I figured we could use a meal. It's been a long journey, and I'm sure you're all hungry. Let's eat first, then I'll explain everything."
The others blinked in surprise at how easily Ritsuka turned something so strange into a casual meal. But the tension began to ease a little as the smell of the food filled the air, their mouths watering despite their confusion.
Kadoc leaned forward slightly, still scowling, but his tone was more subdued. "You better have a good explanation for all of this, Fujimaru…"
Ophelia, who had remained silent for the most part, glanced at Ritsuka with a mixture of confusion and hope. "Ritsuka…? What happened to the our world? To you?"
Ritsuka, while flipping the meat, looked up at her with a soft, understanding expression. "I'll explain everything, Ophelia. Frist, we are in another world and this world is unrelated to our world. And nothing happened to our world."
Goredolf, his fear somewhat dulled by the delicious aroma of the food, let out a heavy sigh. "Well, if nothing else, we've got good company and a hot meal. I suppose there are worse ways to face… whatever this is."
Mashu smiled softly at Ritsuka, her faith in him unwavering. "Senpai, I believe in you, but how can you use cool powers. And where is da Vinci?."
"Wait Guys!! let me start the story of a Isekai last Master to another world. Just listen to everything I say. I can just send the memories and information but i missed all of you so let me explain like we always do in Chaldea. " Ritsuka says and started to expain the story everything happened upto now.
\\ A/N: Hey, here we will get cliffhanger and we will see what happened around the world from here onwards. This is very important for future chapters. Yes, we need to see what BB, Thor, loki, Wu kong, Hanuman, New Marvel characters, plot twists so please look forward to them.\\
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Inside SHIELD's base near Puente Antiguo, the tension was palpable. The screen flickered as Director Nick Fury's face contorted with a mixture of frustration and exasperation.
"What the hell was that?!" Fury shouted, pacing back and forth. His one eye was practically bulging as he turned to Coulson, who stood trying to maintain his composure. "I sent Ritsuka to take care of the mission, not blow the damn place up like it's the 4th of July! All those explosions… You see this?" He pointed sharply at the numerous screens displaying multiple angles of the explosions.
Coulson raised an eyebrow, tapping on the screen in front of him, where satellite footage of the fight near Puente Antiguo played on repeat, explosions illuminating the night sky like fireworks. "It's hard to miss," Coulson remarked dryly, although inwardly, he was concerned about how this would affect their operations.
"Motherfuckers!" Fury cursed, slamming his fist on the table, making Rama and Sita, who were standing nearby, flinch. "The whole damn world saw this explosions, and now every goddamn news station and government is up our asses, asking what happened. Look at all these missed calls! I swear to God, when I see Fujimaru again, I'm gonna slap the living hell out of him!"
Rama, ever the hero, tried to intervene. "Director Fury, Ritsuka didn't mean for this to happen—"
"Shut up brat!" Fury snapped. "I don't need you to tell me that! And where the hell is Fujimaru now, huh? Oh, that's right, he's off in some goddamn Asgardian adventure, probably eating ambrosia with gods and goddesses, while I'm here dealing with the fallout!"
Sita, trying her best to calm Fury, said, "Director Fury, perhaps there's another way to handle—"
"Another way?!" Fury whirled around, his voice booming. "He left me to clean up this mess! Didn't even bother to take me along to Asgard. Can you believe that? I'm stuck down here, handling a cursed monster incident, and he's off doing who knows what!"
Rama exchanged a glance with Sita, unsure of how to handle the raging Director. They weren't exactly used to dealing with someone like Fury. However, before they could respond, a soft, melodic voice cut through the tension like a breeze.
"Oh dear, it seems like someone could use a little help with this chaotic situation."
Oberon, the fae Pretender, stepped into the room with an air of elegance, his butterfly-like wings shimmering as they extended behind him. His long, flowing royal-blue robe trailed softly on the floor, edged with intricate silver embroidery, almost glowing in the dim lighting of the SHIELD base. His appearance was regal, yet the mischievous smile on his face suggested he enjoyed the unfolding chaos. A small butterfly rested on his finger, fluttering its delicate wings as if sharing in Oberon's amusement.
Fury turned to Oberon with a scowl. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"
Oberon gave a theatrical bow, his silver hair cascading down like silk as he did so. "Oberon , the Fariy king, at your service," he said smoothly, his voice like honey. "I've come to offer my assistance. I may not strong to grant wishes but I can help you. After all, dealing with divine-level incidents and monstrous beings isn't something a simple mortal can handle all alone, is it?"
Fury glared at him, unimpressed. "Look, Shakespeare toy, I don't have time for this fae nonsense. If you're here to help, then do something useful instead of standing there looking pretty."
Oberon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, Nick Fury. You're a man after my own heart. Direct, ruthless, and so delightfully irritated." He waved his hand dismissively. "But don't worry, I can help. After all, chaos is something I thrive in."
"Help? Great," Fury said sarcastically. "Then explain how the hell we're supposed to clean up this mess before every government on Earth declares us public enemy number one for hiding this news."
Oberon smiled, leaning back against the console with a casual grace. And started reading the reports.
Rama and Sita exchanged glances. Sita hesitantly spoke, "Perhaps... he can help us after all."
Fury groaned, rubbing his temples. "Fine, I will listen for once. But if this goes south, I'm blaming Fujimaru for bringing you freaks into my life in the first place."
Oberon skimmed the report in his hand with a calm smile, fingers lightly tapping against the paper as his eyes flickered over the details of the situation. Then, as though the solution was obvious, he spoke in his melodious voice.
"Ah, yes... this is quite simple." Oberon looked up, fixing Nick Fury with a knowing smile. "Here's what you should do: use the meteorite—Thor's hammer—as the explanation. Declare it an alien object. You see, the explosion that's being questioned? We'll say it was the result of the meteorite's sudden instability. That's what caused all the destruction. Simple."
Fury raised an eyebrow, but he didn't interrupt.
Oberon continued with ease. "And the people? Fainted, of course. An alien artifact of that magnitude could release unknown radiation or energy that overwhelmed them. Completely believable."
Nick Fury's eye narrowed, and Oberon caught the glint of interest. "But here's the most important part, Director," Oberon added, his tone taking on a slightly darker edge. "We need to declare this area forbidden. Move the people out—migrate the town. No one should enter here again. Not SHIELD, not the government, and especially not NASA. You know how governments are—they're greedy for anything alien. We can't allow them to dig too deeply into this place."
He leaned in slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "That's where you come in, Fury. Use your position, your... *dirty tricks,* if you will, to make sure they stay in check. Keep everyone out."
For a moment, the room was silent as Fury considered Oberon's proposal. Coulson, Rama, and Sita exchanged glances, sensing something inherently wrong with this plan. But they kept their mouths shut, knowing that it wasn't their place to contradict Fury right now.
Fury's fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk, and finally, he leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "You know, I think I like you, Oberon," he said with a low chuckle. "That plan's not half bad. You've got a way of handling shit. I could use someone like you around."
Oberon's smile widened, satisfaction evident in his expression. "The feeling is mutual, Director. I look forward to... working closely with you in the future."
Oberon thought If Ritsuka was here he would disagree for making people migrate from this town but he is not present here and Oberon can manipulate and lie like he wish.
The exchange sent a chill down Coulson's spine, and even the usually confident Rama and Sita couldn't shake the unease that settled in the room. The combination of Fury—a spy and assassin — and Oberon—a master manipulator and a king of lies—was dangerous, and they knew it.
Coulson crossed his arms, lips pressed together in thought, but he said nothing. *This partnership... feels like the beginning of something that could go terribly wrong.*
But Fury didn't care about those thoughts. He rose from his seat, straightening his jacket. "Alright. Let's move forward with this. Oberon, you handle the cover story. I'll deal with the rest."
Oberon gave a slight bow, his smile never fading. "Of course. Leave it to me."
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{The Beyonder's POV}
It had been some time since I stumbled upon a universe within the vast multiverse. Unlike most, this one held something peculiar—something intriguing—a prophecy. And at the center of it all was a single being: Ritsuka Fujimaru.
*The Prophecy One.*
Funny name for someone so... *weak,* at least for now. It was almost a disappointment. Almost. I was patient, though. I had learned that about myself—my desires for fun were persistent, but I could wait. This universe had a prophecy about this Ritsuka, about how he'd save it. That was amusing. But *he* was incomplete, and not just in the usual human way.
I'd seen prophecies before. I'd seen them fulfilled, broken, twisted. They were just another cog in the multiverse machine. But *this* prophecy one was different—far more incomplete than the others, more than anyone else I'd encountered. And that puzzled me.
It was almost... funny.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized what drew me to these humans, to their stories. Despite their incompleteness, despite their flaws, they had this core inside them that pushed them. *Desire.* A fire to grow, to evolve, to reach for more, even if it meant breaking themselves to get there.
I suppose you could call it admirable. Or maybe it was a disease—this endless drive that infected everything it touched. Even me.
Before I ventured outside my universe, I had no such thing. No wants. No dreams. No desire for fun. I was enough. Or so I thought. Then I found the multiverse.
It changed me. It showed me how small I had been in a universe that was far more vast, far more filled with these little beings, each one desperately trying to complete themselves. The desire to be strong. The desire to be smart. The desire to be *better*.
It was like they were all fragments, and every one of them was clawing to find their missing piece.
It made me realize something.
*I* was incomplete too.
And that's why this prophecy one... this Ritsuka Fujimaru fascinated me to no end. He wasn't like the others. He was *more* incomplete, and yet there was something about him. Something that made me want to keep watching, like an unsolved puzzle.
This boy had the power to summon beings. Even if they were weak by my standards, they still held potential. He pulled them from different eras, different realities, and together they tried to form something more. His story was just beginning, and every chapter was more interesting than the last.
So I waited. I watched. Like I always did.
Perhaps the Prophecy One would surprise me after all.
But things started getting *really* interesting when the Prophecy One got the powers of Protégé. Oh, Protégé. That stubborn bastard. He would rather die than willingly pass on his power to anyone—especially to someone like this Prophecy One.
*Hahahaha!*
I still can't believe it happened. And for the old man—the One Above All—to get involved in the Protégé matter? Suppose even he's got a thing for Ritsuka Fujimaru, just like me. The idea of TOAA having a *favorite* was both hilarious and annoying.
But I couldn't deny it. This was going to be *fun.*
Though... isn't it kind of boring to just sit back and wait while Ritsuka summons new people to fight? Watching him struggle, get stronger, summon more, fight more, rinse and repeat? He'll gain new powers, sure, but I want to see that growth on *fast forward.*
Now *that* would be fun.
I had to give him a little nudge here and there, you know, speed up the process. Unfortunately, I didn't have as much freedom as I'd like. The One Above All has been keeping an annoyingly close eye on me lately, especially with Ritsuka in the mix. Protecting the Prophecy One like a watchdog because, well, TOAA finds him *fascinating* too.
Then the fight with the Phoenix happened. Oh, now that was something to behold. The bird was out of control as usual, but Ritsuka? He surprised me. *Really* surprised me.
For the first time, I respected him.
I suppose I should start calling him by his real name now: *The Goat Ritsuka Fujimaru.*
When he slapped the Phoenix—well, *bitch slapped* is more accurate—that's when I became a fan. It was like watching a weakling who'd been backed into a corner finally take a stand. And then, Ritsuka did something even more impressive—he *copied* her powers. He turned into a dark Phoenix himself.
He was evolving. Becoming more complete. Less empty.
The more I watched him, the more curious I became. *Who is this kid? What had his journey been like before all this? What more was there to him?*
At this pace, it'd only take a few thousand years for him to break through into the realm of the impossible—by mortal standards, anyway. And I couldn't wait.
Because when he gets there—when he reaches my level—*that's* when TOAA will stop protecting him. That's when I can really have my fun. After all, he might just be the key to filling the void in me, the void that even the One Above All has.
But time is irrelevant for beings like me. A few thousand years? A blink. I can wait.
Or... maybe I'll push things a little faster. After all, if TOAA's so fond of this reality and Ritsuka, then I can always experiment with him.
"Beyonder."
Great. The party pooper is here.
"One, it's been a while!" I smiled, not even bothering to look at him.
"I told you to leave this reality alone," the One Above All said, as calm and annoying as ever.
"But One, *how can I?* Everything here breaks the mold! This reality is extraordinary. It's unique. And that uniqueness could be the key to filling the emptiness inside all of us—the missing piece that makes every living being incomplete."
"That may be so," TOAA replied, his tone as soft and warm as always, "but I wish to preserve the prophecy one intact."
Ugh. He sickened me. So much power, yet so soft, so gentle. He was the biggest pansy in the multiverse. Some omnipotent being.
"What's the point of life if we don't push it?!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Life grows when it needs to grow. We don't push it—it must evolve naturally," TOAA chuckled.
"Is that why you made Protégé give his power to Ritsuka Fujimaru?" I sighed, crossing my arms.
"I did it because Ritsuka needed to save his universe, as the prophecy stated. Nothing more, nothing less," TOAA answered, still frustratingly calm.
"Stop lying to me. I know you have hidden motives, but I won't ask. So, he's like us now, right?" I chuckled. "Though, to be fair, he's painfully weak. He hasn't even tapped into one percent of Protégé's power."
"Give him time," TOAA said with a soft smile. "Not everyone is born into power."
"I suppose so," I muttered. The old man had a point. But that didn't make it any less boring.
"Now, leave him be," TOAA added before vanishing back into his own realm.
He used to be less involved, you know. But now, with Ritsuka in the picture, TOAA's hovering around like an overprotective parent. It's irritating.
Anyway, I will just watch his story.... For now.
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Note:
So how is the chapter.
Did you guys surprise for Ritsuka to summon his dead friends. Ritsuka can summon the people he bonded with, this includes dead his friends too.
And Now everyone got to know who made Protege gave his powers.
So tell me your guess, why TOAA made protege gave his powers to Ritsuka fujimaru. I want to know how many people guess correct.
Also didn't forget to support me with infinite stones.