[Bonus Chapter]
Charys stood in the middle of the room, her face etched with desperation.
She met Niklaus's eyes, trying to convey the urgency of her situation.
"Niklaus, you need to understand who my mother is," she said, her voice trembling.
"She's not a simple being; she's a concept from outside the multiverse. She devoured the Forge of Creation and the Celestial Sapiens. Her goal is to assimilate all of creation within her."
Niklaus raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "So, your mother's like some cosmic vacuum cleaner. Big deal. "
Its a normal day in Marvel.
"What's this got to do with me?"
Charys swallowed hard, her fear palpable. "I failed my mission. I was sent to prepare worlds for her assimilation"
'Isnt that a good thing ?'
"To get rid of the Celestials and other forces with conceptual power. And now, I'm facing K, the First Born. He's coming to destroy me because I've failed."
Niklaus leaned back, studying her with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. "And you think I should care because...?"
"Because you're a response from the multiverse," Charys explained, her voice urgent. "Entities like you are increasing. The multiverse is creating unique anomalies in reaction to my mother's plans. You're part of that evolution. I need you to survive, to help me."
Niklaus's expression shifted from skepticism to serious as some ideas started spinning in his head.
"So, you're saying my existence is a threat to your mother's plan? And you need me to protect you from this cosmic disaster?"
Charys nodded, her eyes pleading. "Yes. If you don't help me, the balance will be disrupted, and the multiverse's resistance will only grow stronger and who knows you might even lose your free will. I know I'm selfish—I was created in my mother's image. But I need to survive, and you're my best chance."
'Okay what ? She's clearly detahced and doesn't know how to even ask for help'
Niklaus sighed, his earlier sarcasm returning. "Alright, this has been... eye-opening."
Without further warning, Niklaus stepped toward her, his movements calm and not telling of his intentions.
He took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. "But I'm not really interested in your cosmic sob stories."
He suddenly tightened his grip on her throat, lifting her off the ground with a powerful throw that sent her crashing through the nearby window.
Glass exploded outward as Charys soared into the sky, her body twisting in mid-air.
Niklaus moved to the edge of the broken window and summoned a blade of pure energy.
He hurled it at Charys, the sword cutting through the air with deadly accuracy.
The blade struck her heart, and a burst of purple energy erupted from the wound, signaling the end of her "life".
Thoigh he knew she wouldn't die from it.
As Charys hung in the sky, her eyes wide with shock as she failed to understand his refusal, Niklaus's voice carried over the wind. "Kindly, for all I care, kill yourself."
Charys was smart probably a billion times smarter than him but she didn't know one thing, the incredible petiness that leads humans to make illogical decisions.
In her mind it might seem logical to ally with her but in reality things are different when the person you want to deal with is someone she had tried eliminating so bad.
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Two hours after his encounter with Charys, Niklaus found himself alone in his lab, his thoughts swirling around the implications of his recent revelation.
The space stone floated gently in front of him, its glow casting eerie reflections on the walls.
Niklaus reached out and grasped the stone, his mind racing.
The idea that he might be some sort of multiversal response—something created to counteract cosmic threats—didn't shock him as much as it might have before.
In fact, it made a certain kind of sense.
His entire life in this world had felt like a series of unlikely events, like he was playing a role he didn't fully understand.
As he examined the stone, a question bubbled up in his mind.
If he was a multiversal response, why did he have limits? The answer came swiftly, almost as if the multiverse itself was whispering it to him.
The multiverse had given him power, but it had also placed constraints on him.
It was like how nations keep dangerous criminals under control, only utilising them when absolutely necessary.
He wasn't the right person for a multiversal war; his instincts were more about preserving his own safety and protecting those he cared about, not engaging in cosmic battles.
Niklaus's lips curled into a bitter smile. It was a cruel irony.
He was designed to be a countermeasure, a check against universal threats, yet he was so fundamentally inadequate.
He thought of his father, a man who had faced death head-on without ever flinching.
That kind of bravery felt like a distant ideal, something he could never fully embody.
He stared at the space stone, feeling its weight, not just in his hand but in his soul. "Fucking Disappointment," he muttered to himself.
"I could never be half the man he was. I can't even muster the courage to face what's coming."
He knew he had a purpose, but it seemed to be a purpose that required more than just raw power.
It demanded a kind of bravery and resolve that he struggled to summon.
After all he was never hero.
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You know some people have noticed how I've crafted the charachter of Mc to be something so eerily similar and worse than Homelander in some cases but none of the people have picked on the subtleness of how much I've made it similar.
Like nobody has yet to notice how he images his father the same way Homelander does.
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