Marvel: Dragon King

"Checkmate," Sona Sitri declared, placing her queen in a position that left her opponent with no chance of a comeback.

"As expected of my fiancée," Diodora Astaroth said, a friendly smile gracing his lips, though his eyes held a glimmer of amusement, unfazed by his defeat. "I think even Lord Serafall would have a hard time winning against you."

Sona rose from her seat, a hint of amusement in her eyes, and started walking towards the door. "Fiancée? I think you've got it wrong, Diodora. Since I defeated you, you're not worthy of being my fiancée," she stated. A laugh stopped her in her tracks.

"Hahahaha! Do you think a chess game would break our engagement?" Diodora's eyes widened with a sarcastic grin. "Don't kid yourself, Sona. Even if you win, our engagement is decided by the heads of our families," he said, his gaze lingering on Sona's form, a smirk playing on his lips. 'You can't escape me,' he thought.

Sona frowned, feeling the weight of Diodora's gaze on her. She turned around, a glint of defiance in her eyes.

"That's where you're wrong," Sona said, pushing her glasses up with her index and middle finger. "Our engagement is influenced by the Satans' decisions to connect our families. But now that I defeated you, it only proves you lack Lord Beelzebub's intelligence. It means the engagement is for nothing. I won't marry someone who isn't more intelligent than me." Sona gave Diodora a soft smile, enjoying the darkening expression on his face. 'That was easy,' she thought, feeling a sense of liberation.

Just as she was about to leave, a blue screen appeared in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. The words on the screen glowed brightly.

[Do you want to be a Satan? Do you want to be stronger than your sister? Do you want to open a rating game school? Do you want to solve your father's sleep disease?]

[Join the Omniverse Chat Group System]

[Yes/No]

Sona frowned, glancing at Diodora, suspecting he might be behind this. But he was still consumed by anger, his face twisted in frustration. Her frown deepened as she looked at the choices. She was about to choose 'No,' the chat group seemed too suspicious.

Just as she was about to answer, something crashed to the ground. She turned around to see Diodora had flipped the chessboard off the table.

"Do you think it will just end like this?!" he roared, glaring at Sona. He wouldn't let her get away with insulting him so easily. He started walking towards her, his demonic energy crackling around him.

Sona took a step back, but she was ready to fight. After all, she was strong enough to defend herself. "Think a—" She was about to try to reason with Diodora, but someone was faster.

"Yes, it will end like this, Diodora Astaroth" a woman's voice said, cutting through the air. Ice erupted from the ground, separating Sona and Diodora. Footsteps echoed in the room.

"Lev—Lady Leviathan," Diodora stammered, unsure if his trembling was from the icy chill spreading through the room or from the fear facing a Satan.

"I said, Do you have a problem?" Serafall, standing beside her sister, glared at Diodora, her voice as cold as the ice.

"I—I was thinking for both of our families, after all. You and Lord Beelzebub were the ones who recommended it," Diodora tried to explain, his voice even faltered. But then he remembered that there was another Satan in their family.

Serafall frowned, sensing the threat in Diodora's words, a subtle warning not to act impulsively. "Do you think I care?" she asked coldly. The engagement had been suggested by Ajuka and Serafall. She knew she could have prevented her family from marrying Sona to other families, so she thought it was better for her sister to marry her friend's family. But now, seeing how determined Sona was to break the engagement, Serafall had decided to support her.

"Please think about this care—" "Enough," a man's voice cut through Diodora's words. He turned toward Serafall, a slight smile playing on his lips, before turning to Sona.

"Congratulations," Ajuka said, not even angry that his nephew had been defeated.

"Thank you, Lord Beelzebub," Sona replied, bowing her head. But her mind was elsewhere. 'They couldn't see it, not even the Satans,' she thought, a wave of shock washing over her. She refocused her attention on the blue screen, her thoughts swirling with new possibilities.

"Looks like you don't have to worry about your sister for a long time, Serafall," Ajuka said, a smile touching his lips as he glanced at his friend. He knew how distressed Serafall had been when her sister took over the Sitri family by force after their father fell into a deep sleep due to the sleep disease.

"I'll take my nephew away first. I'll see you later," Ajuka said, nodding slightly to Serafall. A magic circle spread from his feet, encompassing both him and Diodora, and they disappeared, not even giving Diodora a chance to speak.

"Isn't your sister so great, So~tan!" Serafall exclaimed as soon as Ajuka vanished. She threw her arms around Sona, a wide grin spreading across her face.

"I know, I know," Sona replied, attempting to pry Serafall's arms away.

"Mou~don't you like your sister anymore?" Serafall whined, burying her face in Sona's neck. Sona could hear a faint whimper, and she felt a pang of concern.

"But I know what you like, it's me, Levia~Tan," Serafall declared, producing a wand from who-knows-where. She spun around, and her clothes transformed into a magical girl outfit.

Sona stared at her sister blankly, before turning and walking towards the door.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't leave!" Serafall shouted, jumping after Sona. They tumbled to the floor in a heap.

"Onee-sama," Sona sighed helplessly, looking at her sister who was now rubbing her face against Sona's stomach. 'Yes,' Sona answered the system, her heart feeling lighter. With her sister by her side, she felt invincible.

Then, Sona's face darkened as she felt Serafall's actions becoming increasingly outrageous. "Onee-Sama!!!"

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Meanwhile in another world, beside a small shack, a young boy named Huo Yuhao was diligently roasting fish over a fire. When he saw the fish was cooked to perfection, he hurried inside, carrying the steaming catch to his mother's bedside.

"Mom, I got you some fish," Huo Yuhao said, gently helping his mother to sit up in bed.

"Thank you, Yuhao," Huo Yutong replied, her voice weak but filled with love. She caressed her son's hair, fixing a stray strand with a loving, but weary smile. "If your father could see you now, he would be so proud of the man you've become."

"Why do you keep mentioning him?" Huo Yuhao asked, anger flaring in his eyes. "We're in this situation because of him and his wife!" His mother had fallen ill after the Duchess, driven by malice, had targeted their family, leaving Huo Yutong weakened and Huo Yuhao awakening a level 1 Spirit due to severe malnourishment.

"Shh, don't talk like that," Huo Yutong said quickly, glancing around nervously. Even though they were in a humble shack, she couldn't risk anyone hearing her son's words, knowing the Duchess's cruel and vindictive nature.

"Don't hate your father, Yuhao. Your father—" Huo Yutong began to plead, trying to convince her son, but a fit of coughing seized her.

"Okay, Mom, it's enough. I won't hate my father," Huo Yuhao said, hastily handing her a cup of water. He gently supported her back with his small hand.

Huo Yutong couldn't help but offer a loving smile. She knew how good her son's heart was. Despite the repeated hardships they faced at the Duchess's hands, she had raised him right.

"Mom, you should eat," Huo Yuhao urged, his eyes welling up with tears. He saw the genuine happiness in his mother's smile, but knew her body was weakening with each passing day. He felt helpless, unable to do anything to ease her suffering.

As if sensing his thoughts, a chat group system invitation appeared in front of him.

[Do you want to get stronger? Do you want to heal your mother?]

[Join the Omniverse Chat Group System]

[Yes/No]

Unlike the others who had received invitations, Huo Yuhao didn't hesitate for a single moment. 'Yes,' he answered instantly, his mind focused solely on his one goal—to heal his mother.

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A girl with blonde hair, Astrid, swung a huge axe, bigger than her own body, with fierce determination. But she was too young and inexperienced. She stumbled, tripping over her own feet and falling to the ground.

"See, like I told you, you're too young to hunt a dragon," her mother, a seasoned Viking warrior, said, helping her daughter up.

"But they were already training!" Astrid protested, pointing towards Snotlout, who was also attempting to swing an axe, but kept falling flat on his face.

"He's a boy, and you're a girl," Astrid's mother replied, taking back her axe and rubbing Astrid's head affectionately. She looked towards the setting sun, a frown creasing her brow. "Now come on, it's about to get dark. Those pesky dragons will be coming." She took Astrid's hand and led her back towards their house.

"It's unfair!" Astrid complained, pouting as she watched Snotlout. 'I can beat him easily,' she thought, but her spirits were dampened.

The sound of a bell rang out across Berk, a signal that the sun was about to set and for the villagers to gather their children and prepare for the nightly dragon attacks.

"Make sure you hide," Astrid's mother instructed, pushing Astrid inside the house and slamming the door shut. She grabbed her axe and rushed towards the blacksmith to sharpen its blade.

Astrid peered out through a crack in the door, observing the adults preparing for the dragon onslaught. 'I want to be like them when I grow up,' she thought, imagining the villagers cheering as she successfully hunted a dragon.

Then, the roars of dragons echoed through the sky as they descended upon Berk. Astrid peeked out again, watching the villagers fight back, the dragons breathing fire and destroying houses. She tried to figure out the dragons weaknesses, but her attention was caught by a large dragon with red scales. It landed directly in front of their house.

Astrid's eyes widened as she saw the dragon look at her. She stumbled back, fear gripping her heart. She turned and ran towards her room, but fire erupted in front of the house, and the dragon smashed through the door.

Astrid looked around her room, desperately searching for a weapon. She found an ordinary dagger and turned to face the dragon. Though her legs were trembling, she pointed the dagger at the Monstrous Nightmare.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Astrid shouted, defiance ringing in her voice. The dragon opened its mouth wide, preparing to unleash a torrent of flames. Just as Astrid was about to jump to the side, a blue screen appeared in her vision, freezing everything around her – the flames, the shadows, the dragon itself, all seemed to be frozen in time.

"What in Odin's name is this?" Astrid wondered, looking around at the frozen world. She focused on the words written on the blue screen.

[Do you want to get stronger? Do you want to kill the dragon? Do you want to be the best warrior of Berk?]

[Join the Omniverse Chat Group System]

[Yes/No]

Although filled with doubt, Astrid knew this wasn't the time to hesitate. She chose 'Yes,' knowing that this mysterious blue screen might be her only chance of survival.

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At the same time, Ragnar was locked in a fierce battle with his father, Elliot, over the last piece of apple pie. Ragnar, a master of sneakiness, was using his spoon to pilfer bites from Elliot's plate. Unbeknownst to him, Elliot had been watching his every move with amusement. Just as Ragnar was about to sneak a spoonful of apple pie into his mouth, Elliot let out a loud shout.

"Hey, that's mine!" Elliot exclaimed, startling Ragnar. The boy choked on the stolen pie, and suddenly, the Chat Group System appeared in front of him.

[Loony Lovegood has Joined the Chat Group]

[Shitori Sona has Joined the Chat Group]

[Son of Plane has Joined the Chat Group]

[Viking Warrior has Joined the Chat Group]

Ragnar's eyes widened, his hand still clutching his throat. He never imagined that people from different worlds would join the chat group so quickly.

[Loony Lovegood]: Can anyone here tell me where I can see a Crumple-Horned Snorkack?

[Shitori Sona]: Interesting. Can I ask who are you guys, and what is a Crumple-Horned Snorkack?

[Son of Plane]: Can anyone here heal my mom?

[Viking Warrior]: Help!

The group members started chatting , although Ragnar wanted to welcome them, the only thing he said in the chat group was unreadable words.

[Wyrmling]: Aahck

[Shitori Sona]: ????

Before Ragnar could even try to explain, his vision began to blur but finally a glass of water appeared in front of him, and he frantically drank it down.

Sicilia, his mother, patted his back, looking at her husband with disbelief. "Really? You just had to do that?"

Elliot shrugged, a smug grin on his face. "It's not my fault he's a greedy little dragon," he said, contentedly enjoying his apple pie.

Ragnar didn't bother to argue with his father. After finishing the water, he patted his chest and jumped out of his seat, racing towards the stairs. "I'm going first!" he shouted excitedly.

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A/N: I choose Astrid as the last member of the group, she was the second pick other than raven. There is only one character in each universe so it's either Raven or Lucifer, you guys can think about it on the next invitations.

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