In Marvel as a summoning Mage

[Ancient One Yao POV]

Many years back...

In the stillness of her temple, Ancient One Yao sat surrounded by the gentle hum of the universe's fabric, the threads of fate intertwining before her mind's eye. Yet, the tapestry she saw was bleak, drenched in shadows that spoke of an impending doom. The universe was destined for destruction; this was the truth she had come to accept.

She had long ago abandoned hope, even when whispers of a Prophecy One reached her ears. Despite her mastery over the Time Stone, she found herself trapped in a frustrating void. She had searched countless timelines, sifting through the sands of fate for glimpses of this savior. But each attempt yielded nothing. The very essence of the world seemed to conspire against her, blocking her from knowing the one who could change it all.

"What can I do if the world itself won't reveal its secrets?" she thought bitterly. The more she sought, the more elusive the truth became, wrapping her in an ever-tightening shroud of despair.

In her moment of resignation, the familiar voice of Odin resonated her, urging her to glimpse the future of his daughter, Hela. Yao had reluctantly complied, her heart heavy with the weight of hopelessness.

As she focused her power, the visions emerged before her, chaotic at first, then settling into clarity. To her astonishment, she witnessed a scene of Hela—a figure typically associated with death and destruction—radiating a joy Yao had not expected. But there was another presence, one she could not fully see, shrouded in a veil of mystery.

"The Prophecy One…" she mused, her breath catching. Although she could not make out the figure's features, the energy surrounding him was unmistakable. Hela, the avatar of death, had a future intertwined with this savior. For the first time, she felt a spark of hope flicker within her, however faint.

"Perhaps death has its own truths to share," she contemplated, realizing that while life had turned its back on her vision, death revealed fragments of what could be. The connection to the cosmic Death Entity provided her a glimpse of a potential future, a pathway illuminated by the unlikely union of two powerful forces.

With renewed determination, she understood that while she may not live to see the dawn of this new reality, she hoped that the Prophecy One would be the key to Dr. Strange's journey and the universe's salvation.

Yet, upon Ritsuka's arrival, everything she had known began to unravel. The fabric of reality shifted dramatically, reshaping destinies she thought were immutable. Asgard's impending destruction, humanity's loss of freedom under Red Skull, and her own death fate—all were altered by Ritsuka's mere presence.

"What power is this?" she pondered, her mind racing. Each change resonated like the sound of glass shattering; the absolute points of fate were being rewritten, not by destruction, but by creation. His existence brought forth new possibilities, new fates that eluded her grasp.

With the Time Stone in her possession, she could only glimpse the present, unable to catch even the whispers of alternate realities. But the futures she glimpsed were brightened by Ritsuka's involvement—conversations filled with wisdom, strength, and understanding.

(Suddenly after Ritsuka came to the world, She cannot able to see different timelines of Ritsuka fujimaru and the world, she can only see Present Timeline, meaning only one Ritsuka fujimaru)

This person Ritsuka fujimaru is going against fate itself and creating his own fate to this world.

"This is the right path," she affirmed to herself. In Ritsuka, she saw not only a potential savior but a soul worthy of trust and guidance. "I will support him. I will know him personally." Her resolve solidified as she prepared to train him, to unlock the depths of his potential.

In a universe riddled with hopelessness, she had found a glimmer of possibility in Ritsuka Fujimaru—a light against the overwhelming darkness.

"Perhaps, just perhaps," she mused as she gazed into the depths of time, "this universe have chance to survive, after all"

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[Thanos: The Mad Titan POV,]

The time for change was upon us.

The time for the apocalypse, the destruction of this universe.

I had once placed my hopes on the Prophecy One to save what remained, but that was before my home was ravaged by that monster. Before I lost everything: my family, my girlfriend, my siblings, my people. I was forced to runaway, watching the world I loved crumble into dust.

On that fateful day, I witnessed the raw power of a true god.

Through that experience, I learned a bitter truth: the concept of hope is nothing more than a mirage—a word that holds no real substance. Hope only brings destruction to those foolish enough to believe in it.

That is why I abandoned hope. I abandoned the Prophecy One.

Instead of waiting for salvation from a stranger, I resolved to take matters into my own hands. The survival of the universe depended on decisive action, and if the Prophecy One would not come, then I would become that prophecy.

This universe needed me. I was the answer to the cosmic cry of agony echoing through the stars. I was perhaps the only being strong enough to heed that call, to comprehend the sacrifices that must be made, and to ensure the survival of the universe as a whole. I was willing to commit even the greatest sins for the greater good.

"My lord," a voice interrupted my dark reverie. It was Ebony Maw, my most loyal servant, kneeling before me.

"What is it?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the Mind Stone resting in my right hand—the first piece of the six-piece puzzle crucial to the universe's salvation.

"I failed to find the key, my Lord," he admitted, his head bowed in contrition. "I feel I have failed you, and if you so feel like it, my life is yours to take, as it always has been."

A smile crept onto my lips; there was no need for such self-reproach. Ebony was a loyal servant, a son devoted to my cause, and above all, a capable soldier. "No," I said, my voice steady.

"I'm not worthy of your mercy," he replied, still refusing to meet my gaze.

"Do not dwell on this minor setback. Time is what we have; we possess the clues to the key. That is more than enough." I lifted the Mind Stone closer, the gem's glow reflecting in my eyes. "It will come to us. We will claim what is ours."

As I contemplated the path ahead, a fire ignited within me, fueled by my conviction. The universe had no room for weakness. The Prophecy One, if they even existed, had been granted their chance, and now they would watch as I forged a new destiny, a destiny that would eliminate the chaos threatening the very fabric of existence one day.

"If I remember correctly, the first apocalypse will occur on the center planet of our universe—Earth, according to the prophecy."

"Yes, my liege," Ebony Maw replied, his voice smooth as always, attentive to my words.

After contemplating the implications of this prophecy, I made my decision. "I will save Earth. Send a message to my loyal Gladiator. I'm giving him a planet to call home. He must protect it as if it were his own, ruling over it with honor and strength. This is a serious mission. His race must ensure Earth does not meet the same fate as his home planet."

"The dirty planet is at your mercy, my lord. They should be honored," Ebony Maw affirmed, his loyalty unwavering. (A/n: Fuck off pussy lips)

If I could not save a single planet, then I would bring shame upon my people. I had faith in my army. They would save Earth. They must.

With a flick of my wrist, I tossed the Mind Stone onto the ground before my servant. "Tell him to use this stone to avert the apocalypse and establish dominion over the planet under his race's rule. These stones are of no use to us in our greater goal of saving the universe. However, if they can aid in saving Earth from this impending disaster, then they serve their purpose. If other gods appear, let them know who Thanos is. I trust Gladiator knows how to wield this stone."

"Gladiator is our most loyal asset and perfect for this mission, my lord. Of course, he will remove half of the planet's population as one of our morals," Ebony said, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. "And, my lord, I've heard that this planet possesses other stones. Sources indicate that Asgard was the last to see the Space Stone."

I waved a dismissive hand. "Leave them as they are. They are under strong protectors of earth. We could attack Asgard for the Space Stone, but I have no interest in wasting resources on them right now. Instead, I will focus on the more pressing goal: searching for the key."

"As you wish," Ebony nodded, understanding the weight of my decisions before departing the room.

As the door closed behind him, I allowed myself a moment to reflect. This was not merely a mission; it was a step toward a destiny I had long envisioned. The universe had been crying out in agony for far too long, and I would be the one to answer that call.

Earth, with all its chaos and potential, would be my first conquest. If my gladiator could rise to the occasion, then perhaps the prophecy would not be as futile as I once believed.

The time for change was coming, and I would not falter. The future was mine to reshape.

"I will reshape the universe... with perfect balance."

I gazed out at the stars, knowing that my path is set, my resolve unshakable.

(A/N: I showed how strong Thanos is here, I mean ofcourse he is from comic version after all. He didn't even cared for infinity stones. And Yes, he had another great goal and solution. And he is searching the key to reach it and save his Universe in Balance.

He had a important role in future)

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{Heaven realm}

(Webbed Hollow)

The air in Webbed Hollow was thick with the scent of fragrant foods and the sounds of boisterous laughter echoed throughout the dimly lit tavern. Lanterns hung low, casting warm glows that danced across the faces of the patrons, all of whom were cultivators from the Heavenly Realm, indulging in their well-earned respite. The atmosphere was a mixture of celebration and camaraderie, where cultivators shared tales of valor over cups of potent brew.

At a wooden table near the back, Zhu Bajie and Wu Kong sat amid plates piled high with roasted meats and bowls brimming with steaming noodles. Zhu Bajie, his large frame slouched comfortably, swirled his drink, a devilish grin on his face.

"Look at that one over there, Wu," he said, nodding toward a striking spider yaoguai serving drinks. Her iridescent eyes caught the light as she moved gracefully through the crowd. "What a beauty! I think I'll pay her a compliment or two."

Wu Kong chuckled, shaking his head. "Just remember If sister Violet know about this, Bajie, those compliments come at a price. You're not in the fields now."

Zhu Bajie shrugged off the warning, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Violet won't mind me okay and Price? I've paid my dues in the fields! What's wrong with a little flirtation? Besides, I have a way with words!"

As he called over the spider yaoguai, a smirk on his lips, he leaned back in his chair, a feigned air of confidence radiating from him. "Hey there, beautiful! Care to join me for a drink? I'd love to hear your story."

The spider yaoguai approached with a professional smile, but her eyes narrowed as she assessed him. "You again? Didn't I tell you last time that you should leave me and my mother out of your flirtations?"

Zhu Bajie laughed heartily, unperturbed. "Oh, I already did last time. Hey come on! Age is just a number, right? Besides, your beauty is timeless!"

With a frustrated huff, she retorted, "You're incorrigible Pig!" The spider yaoguai turned on her heel, leaving Bajie with his mouth agape as she walked away, her graceful form vanishing into the throng.

Wu Kong burst into laughter, nearly choking on his drink. "You really know how to win a woman's heart, Bajie! Or rather, how to scare them off!"

"Laugh all you want, brother, but I'll get my chance!" Zhu Bajie pouted, grabbing another skewer of meat and biting into it with a vengeance. "You should be taking notes. Women like a man who knows what he wants."

Before Wu Kong could respond, the atmosphere shifted subtly, the air tinged with a sense of urgency. Zhu Bajie noticed it too and glanced around. "What's got you looking so serious all of a sudden?"

In a whisper, Wu Kong replied, "I think we have company."

The two of them fell silent, their eyes darting to the shadows at the edge of their table. There, partially concealed, stood Erlang Shen, his presence commanding yet discreet. His silver hair glinted like moonlight, and the aura of power around him was palpable. "I've come in secret," he said, his voice low but clear.

Zhu Bajie's eyes widened in surprise. "Erlang! You shouldn't be here! If anyone finds out—"

"Enough." Erlang Shen held up a hand, and with a wave of his fingers, the space around them shimmered, a soundproof barrier enveloping their table. "No one can hear us. We have important matters to discuss."

Wu Kong grinned widely, instantly shifting to a more serious tone. "Erlang! What brings you here? Are we in trouble?"

"More like we're running out of time," Erlang replied, "The Jade Emperor has made a deal with Mephisto."

Zhu Bajie nearly dropped his drink. "Mephisto? That cunning demon? Who tried to trick Bull king and got beaten by Wu?"

"Yes," Erlang confirmed. "emperor sent 100,000 low-level cultivators—outcasts, prisoners, failed experiments—toward mephisto realm to aid in his attack on earth. In exchange, Mephisto promised to help the Jade Emperor eliminate Wu Kong."

Wu Kong erupted into laughter, the sound booming through the barrier. "As if that will ever work! The Jade Emperor thinks Mephisto can when win against the prophecy one? That's rich!" He took a swig from his mug, still chuckling. "I seen this coming, Erlang. That demon has no shame, He got his eyes on Prophecy one but I know why That cunning demon got confidence to kill me, hahahaha, he's about to make a grave mistake. His arrogance will be his undoing. That cunning demon thinks he can outsmart us, but the Prophecy One will put him in his place. When this happens I want to see the jade bald emperor face hahaha."

Bajie joined in the laughter, his mouth full of food. "What's the plan then? Let them lose! We'll just toast to their failure! Wahahahahaha"

As Wu Kong and Zhu Bajie laughed over their food, Erlang Shen's expression remained grim. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Then it's true… the Prophecy One has come to Earth, just as foretold."

Wu Kong raised an eyebrow, still chewing on a mouthful of meat. "You thought the prophecy was fake?"

Erlang nodded. "I didn't believe it, not at first. We've heard countless prophecies over the ages, and most of them turned out to be nothing but smoke and stories. But if you say the Prophecy One is real… I trust you, brother."

Zhu Bajie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked. "Told you, Erlang. When Wu says it, it's not a joke."

Wu Kong leaned back in his chair, waving a chicken leg casually. "This one's the real deal. Mephisto's too eager for his own good. He's going to lose."

Erlang's brow furrowed, as if something had suddenly clicked in his mind. "Wait… something else happened recently. I should have put it together sooner." His tone became more urgent. "A few days ago, the Great Protector—the dragon of Ta Lo—fell ill. She's not as strong as she used to be."

(A/n: Ta Lo is also apart of this realm but close to earth layer)

Wu Kong's cocky grin faltered, and Zhu Bajie's jovial attitude instantly turned serious.

"The Great Protector?" Wu Kong set down his food. "She's one of our oldest allies, a guardian of the Heaven Realm."

Erlang nodded. "Yes, her strength has waned for some reason, and she's no longer able to protect Ta Lo as she once did. The Dweller-in-Darkness and the Soul Eaters she once defeated could return if they sense her weakness."

Zhu Bajie slammed his cup on the table, his eyes flashing with anger. "The dragon saved us all once before! We fought together—me, Wu, and the Bull King—to drive those soul-sucking fiends back into the shadows! And now she's in ill?"

Erlang's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "The Jade Emperor has been keeping her illness quiet. He doesn't want word of her weakness to spread. If people found out, fear would grip the Heaven Realm."

Wu Kong stood abruptly, his face now devoid of humor. "This changes things. If the Great Protector is in trouble, we're going to help her. I will go all realms to cure her."

Zhu Bajie nodded in agreement, his jovial nature completely replaced by a look of fierce determination. "Right. The dragon is our friend. We owe her that much."

Erlang Shen glanced between them, reassured by their conviction. "The Bull King has already gone to Ta Lo. He left as soon as he heard. you should hurry, if you want to catch up your brother."

Without hesitation, Wu Kong leapt onto his cloud, the golden strands swirling around his feet. "I'm not letting the Great Protector suffer while we sit around eating and drinking. Let's go."

Zhu Bajie grunted, his body dissolving into a thick cloud of smoke as he prepared to depart. "About time we got some action. I've had enough of sitting still."

In a blur of motion, the two friends shot into the sky, leaving Webbed Hollow behind. The vibrant life of the tavern faded into the distance as they raced toward Ta Lo, where their ancient ally, the Great Protector, awaited them.

(A/N: Wu kong is ruler of Flower- fruit mountain. Zhu Bajie and violet spider are lovers in this life. Wu kong removed the curse after beating the celestials gods mainly the moon goddess and her boyfriend when wu got bored. And something happened to the dragon, And mephisto planning attack, well i don't know....)

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[Avalon, the inner sea of planet]

(Queen Titania POV)

Avalon, the inner sea of the planet, was a realm of breathtaking beauty and ethereal wonder. The air shimmered with a golden luminescence, and the landscape was adorned with vibrant hues of greens and blues. Towering trees with luminous leaves formed a canopy over crystalline waters, creating a tranquil environment where light danced across the surface like playful spirits. Blossoms of every color, some glowing softly in the twilight, filled the fields, while gentle streams wound their way through the valleys, singing sweet melodies as they flowed.

Here in Avalon, many pure gods, majestic dragons, wise spirits, and delicate fairies thrived, coexisting harmoniously with the permission of Gaia. The soft whispers of the breeze carried the laughter of the fairies, their tiny forms flitting about like living jewels. They played among the flowers, their giggles mixing with the songs of birds perched high in the trees. Even humans were welcomed in this sacred space, though Gaia had long since sealed the path between their worlds, weary of humanity's chaotic nature.

Titania, the first fairy born in Avalon, embodied otherworldly beauty. Her hair flowed like spun gold, cascading down her back and shimmering with the brilliance of a thousand stars. Her eyes, deep and wise, reflected the tranquility of the green nature that surrounded her. She wore a gown woven from the very essence of Avalon, adorned with petals that glimmered like dew in the morning light. With delicate wings that sparkled like a prism under the sun, she was both a queen and a mother to all who inhabited this realm.

Titania's purpose had always been profound: to create the Excalibur sword, a beacon of hope for humanity. She dedicated herself to training, forging the sword with love and magic, imbuing it with the strength of Avalon and the essence of hope itself. As she perfected her craft, other fairies began to blossom around her, their birth celebrated as new life sprouted in the lush fields of Avalon. They looked to her as their mother and queen, finding comfort and guidance in her nurturing presence.

In the age of gods, Titania and her fairy children would often venture to Earth, drawn by the spark of human creativity and emotion. However, as they witnessed the darker sides of humanity—their wars, their greed, their betrayal—Titania made a painful decision. She forbade her children from visiting the human world, realizing that their innocent hearts should not be burdened with such sorrow. With the end of the gods' era, the fairies remained in Avalon, their sanctuary.

Today, Titania sat beneath the boughs of a great tree, watching as the newborn fairies played at her feet. They were no larger than her palm, their personalities bursting with childlike curiosity and innocence. Despite the beauty surrounding her, a hint of sadness lingered in Titania's gaze. She searched the horizon, her heart yearning for someone she felt was missing, a presence that had yet to grace Avalon.

One of the small fairies, with wings as delicate as gossamer, noticed Titania's melancholic expression. "Mother, why do you look upset every day?" she asked, her voice a soft chime.

"I feel lonely," Titania replied, her voice gentle. "I am waiting for someone who does not exist."

Another fairy, her eyes wide with curiosity, piped up. "I heard from my sisters! You are waiting for the Great Father, right, Great Mother?"

The other fairies gathered closer, their tiny faces lit with wonder. "Is it real? Do we have father like we do?"

With a beautiful smile, Titania picked up one of the fairies, cradling her in her hands. "Humans have created tales of a Fairy King," she explained. "But naturally, there are no male fairies and no Fairy King. It's all fiction, my dear." She looked into the eyes of the little fairy, her expression warm and reassuring. "And fiction never becomes reality."

A small, inquisitive fairy then asked, "But what if the fictional father became real and came to meet us?"

Titania smiled, a twinkle in her eye. Even though this was merely a hypothetical scenario, she indulged their imaginations. "If the Fairy King were to become real and come to us, then I would show him how many daughters have grown into great, responsible fairy ladies."

Inspired by their mother's words, the fairies chimed in, their voices a sweet harmony. "Then we will become responsible fairy ladies and wait for Father one day!"

In that moment, Titania's heart swelled with love for her children. She was their gentle queen, a loving mother capable of embracing even the most significant of lies with compassion. For in Avalon, hope and dreams danced like the fairies themselves—fragile yet resilient, forever intertwined with the beauty of their existence.

Suddenly, Titania felt an unknown human presence ripple through Avalon. Her eyes widened in shock. "Wait, a human?" she gasped. Instantly, the full-grown fairy ladies and the strong, muscled monkeys rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

"A human in a mask and green dress has come to Avalon!" one of the muscle-bound monkeys exclaimed, his voice booming with urgency. "And he's very strong! He trapped all of us who tried to stop him!"

"How can a human stop you?" Titania demanded, her brow furrowing in disbelief.

A young fairy lady, her voice trembling, added, "Mother, that human is using the same techniques as our older sister, Morgan!"

At the mention of Morgan's name, Titania's expression shifted to one of surprise and sadness. Morgan, one of the fairies born in Avalon, had a tragic history. During Britain's dark age, as the white dragon threatened to destroy humanity, Titania and Merlin had worked together to reincarnate Morgan le Fay as Morganna, the daughter of King Uther, hoping to save Britain. Under Merlin's guidance, Morganna had been trained in magic, destined to be a protector of the realm.

Yet fate had played a cruel joke on her child. King Arthur, Uther's son, had lifted Excalibur, the legendary sword that Titania herself had created. While using Morgan's powers to defeat the white dragon, humanity revealed its cruel nature. They betrayed her, stripping Morgan of her royal status, labeling her a witch, and executing her in cold blood. This betrayal had occurred while Merlin and her human brother were away, fighting other wars.

By the time the conflict ended, it was too late for Morgan to be saved. Resentful and vengeful, Morgan had returned to Avalon as a fairy once more but soon left to seek revenge against Britain. Titania had been powerless to stop her.

Now, a human was using Morgan's techniques and had made his way to Avalon.

Titania's mind raced. Surely, this human was different and had no direct connection to Morgan. If he wasn't created by her, then who was he?

"Where is Hanuman?" Titania asked, urgency creeping into her voice.

The monkeys exchanged glances, then one spoke up, "Lord Hanuman went to meet someone urgently. He learned of a demon named Mephisto."

"Don't say the demon's name here!" another monkey interjected, fear lacing his words. "Or we'll be thrown out of Avalon!"

Just then, the human appeared before them. Titania's gaze sharpened as she took in the sight of new human.

That person stood tall, his presence commanding. He wore a distinctive green tunic that shimmered slightly in the ambient light of Avalon. A mask obscured his features, but his eyes shone with determination, hinting at an intellect far beyond the average human. His stature was imposing, broad shoulders tapering down to a lean waist, exuding a sense of strength and confidence. Dark, flowing robes adorned him, contrasting sharply with the vibrant environment around them, marking him as an outsider yet someone worthy of attention.

All the monkeys and fairies took protective positions, surrounding Titania as they prepared for a potential confrontation.

"Hey," he said in a deep, resonant tone, addressing Titania without hesitation. "Are you Titania?"

Titania, maintaining her calm demeanor despite the tension in the air, replied, "Who are you, child?"

"I'm Doom," he stated, his voice steady.

Before anyone could react, a massive shadow suddenly loomed over them. A creature emerged from the lake behind Titania, its form indistinct yet formidable, casting an intimidating silhouette against the light. A shadow covered them from the sky.

From above, the sounds of a panther's growl and an eagle's cry echoed as the Celtic Beast God Cernunnos, Bast, the panther goddess, and Garuda swooped down, their powerful bodies towering over Doom and Titania.

"where did you went Hanuman?" Garuda demanded, his voice echoing like thunder.

Just then, Hanuman appeared in a flash, landing gracefully between Doom and the assembled deities. "I had urgent matters to attend to," he said, his tone serious. "I received news about a cunning demon planning an attack on Earth."

His gaze fell on Doom, who remained unflinching despite being surrounded by powerful beings. "And who is this?" Hanuman inquired, assessing the newcomer with keen interest.

"I'm Doom," he repeated, unyielding in the face of scrutiny.

The air crackled with curiosity as the beings of Avalon surrounded the newcomer. Bast, the panther goddess, stepped forward, her eyes narrowed as she studied Doom.

"Human," she said, her voice smooth yet commanding, "you bear a dark aura, yet your intentions feel pure. What brings you here?"

Garuda, the mighty bird deity, flapped his wings, glancing skeptically at Doom. "If this human were truly a villain, he would not have reached Avalon," he declared, his voice echoing with authority.

Titania, the Queen of the Fairies, stepped forward with grace, her children and Hanuman's monkeys trailing behind her. "I admire your bravery, reckless though it may be," she said, a hint of respect in her tone. Her demeanor radiated confidence, but beneath it, she felt a twinge of embarrassment as she noticed her children whispering to one another.

Doom remained silent, assessing the group with a calculated gaze. Titania's children exchanged mischievous glances and chimed in unison, "Bad human!" Their tiny voices rang out, and even the monkeys echoed their sentiment, chattering disapprovingly.

Bast narrowed her eyes, clearly annoyed. "If you harbor any ill intentions," she warned, "you will face death. We are powerful here, human."

"We Shouldn't kill anyone in Avalon?" Cernunnos, the Celtic Beast God, interjected innocently, his voice booming with childlike naivety.

"Cernunnos, not now!" Garuda hissed, hitting the beast gently on the shoulder, aware of the gravity of the situation.

Hanuman stepped forward, his divine aura radiating confidence, causing Doom to feel the weight of his presence. "Tell me, human," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "how did you reach Avalon? What is your connection to Morgan?"

"I came here because of my master, Morganna. She sent me to train in blacksmithing under Titania," Doom stated, maintaining his composure despite the palpable tension.

A shimmering barrier surrounded him, a precaution against the powerful beings around him, but Hanuman's aura swept through it effortlessly, halting Doom's attempts to shield himself. Doom could feel the strength difference in power, a realization that sent a chill down his spine.

"You have potential," Hanuman acknowledged, "to rival the Prophecy One. Yet you walk a different path. One is steeped in hope, while yours is shrouded in darkness."

Doom met Hanuman's gaze without fear. "I've heard about the Prophecy One from the prophecies my master told me," he replied defiantly. "I will surpass him and rule this world—not just save it, but protect it under my rule."

Hanuman chuckled lightly, a sound that resonated with the other beings. "Time will tell," he said, "but I will give you one week to train under Titania. Remember, you are only allowed here because Avalon recognizes you."

Titania nodded in agreement but quickly turned her thoughts to her daughter. "How is my daughter?" she inquired, her voice tinged with longing.

Doom hesitated, recalling the blindfold that Morganna had placed over him. "My master placed a chant on me to prevent me from telling you anything about her," he admitted, noting the sadness that washed over Titania's features.

Feeling the weight of Titania's disappointment, Doom turned his attention back to Hanuman. "If I were to fight the Prophecy One, who would win?" he asked, an edge of determination in his voice.

Hanuman's expression turned serious as he responded, "You would lose before the fight even began."

Doom's eyes darkened, seriousness replacing the bravado he had exhibited. He sensed the implications of Hanuman's words, an ominous warning of the challenges ahead. 'I will become strong and powerful than you, prophecy one. And I will save my mother from that demon mephisto. I know I have long way to reach but it's definitely possible to become strongest in the world. I will follow the path to become strongest'

A Rival was born on that day for Ritsuka fujimaru. And a greatest friend too.

With the atmosphere thick with curiosity and expectation, Cernunnos, Bast, Garuda, and Titania exchanged glances. They were intrigued, eager to learn more about this human whose fate intertwined with theirs.

"Tell us your story, Doom," Bast urged, her tone softer now, "for we know little of the human world. In exchange, Titania will train you."

Doom, recognizing the opportunity before him, took a deep breath. "I will pay my debts in the future," he promised, determination in his voice. Then, he began to share his tale, recounting his life and the events that had shaped him, weaving a narrative that would bridge the gap between their worlds.

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{The Beyonder POV}

From My perspective, everything below feels like a grand cosmic play, with each character positioned on the stage, bound to their roles.

"And now," the Beyonder muses, "we wait for the story to unfold."

The intricate dance of ambitions has begun, each individual guided by their personal aspirations. Some seek strength to protect their world, while others pursue power for reasons known only to them.

"There is no good or evil here," the Beyonder reflects. "Merely survival. Everyone fights for their own existence, or for the survival of those they hold dear."

As the wheels of fate turn, the Beyonder knows that only time will reveal who will stand triumphant in the end. But there's an ominous undertone that lingers over this performance.

The first Apocalypse is fast approaching. The stakes are rising, and when it comes, it will reshape the stage and the roles of every character upon it. For now, they march toward their own destinies, unaware of the true scale of what lies ahead.

"Let them clash," the Beyonder whispers to the void, "and we shall see who remains when the dust settles."

The universe waits with bated breath.

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A/N: hello my beautiful Readers,

How is the chapter?

I introduce new characters, personalities etc. did you surprised.

Next chapter we will see what BB, Dantes, Ritsuka lovers are doing? Don't worry we will see Ritsuka fujimaru group in chapter too.

I gave the hint why TOAA made protege gave his powers to Ritsuka in this chapter. Who guessed it. It was very small hint.

Also don't forget to support me with infinity stones guy's 💪🏼.