Marvel DxD: The New Sorcerer Supreme

Just wanted to say to please donate me some power stones, it would be a huge help and serve as a motivation for me.

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After testing quite a few more times, I came to realize that I'm now ten times stronger than before.

Both my body, mind and soul are enhanced and different.

I should be happy I guess? Though I miss home still, this experience has benefitted me a lot, and besides, I know and am sure that someday, I'll find myself back home.

Looking around me, the previous peaceful place is now littered with scattered specks of dirt and pebbles, as if some kids have decided to play here.

Saying my farewells, I grabbed my ass and started walking back to the main road.

I may or may not hitch a ride from ongoing carts, hopefully, kindness is more rampant in the past compared to the future or I might have to walk for entire weeks just to get to another civilization.

As much as I want to join Serafall in whatever mission she's currently doing, I have to go on my own way, find some way to get back home, and maybe, get stronger on the way.

This world is littered with Gods and alike, I might need strength as my ride.

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"ChamCham?" Entering the dilapidated building where she last left Chamber, Serafall, covered in small bruises and blood that weren't hers, looked around inside, searching for her new friend.

"He's not here?" Serafall muttered to herself, feeling quite disheartened to see him gone.

'Hopefully, we'll see each other again. We will, right?'

***

Meanwhile, the main suspect of Serafall's downcast just met with a few interesting people.

"Alright pretty boy, you're quite far from Mama, aren't you?" Standing in front of me were a bunch of what I would call, medieval times bandits.

They don't look bad and I would like to applaud their on-time appearance!

What else is the best way to practice something other than real people?

Don't get me wrong, I don't justify killing but in my line of work as a sorcerer, killing is a must if necessary.

Ever heard of exorcist? Yeah, it was actually us, Sorcerers who deals with possessions and such things.

After all, sorcerers were created to battle otherworldly enemies, including devils possessing mortals, aliens, and such.

"Hey, kid? You okay? Where is your mind going off to? Look, you might be new to this kind of thing, so just hand everything you have and you can pass." A man with two scars on his face, who I assumed to be their leader, stepped forward with a kind look on his face.

Does he think I'm a helpless child with no idea of the world's cruelty?

Huh, amazing. I wasn't expecting bandits from the past to be this kind to children.

And here I thought pedophilia was legal during medieval times.

"I'm sorry mister, but as you can see, I don't have any, I just got here." To prove my words to him, I inserted my hands into my pocket and pulled it out, showing its emptiness to them.

"Sigh, look kid, it seems you don't know what you're in yet. We're bandits, you know, what your mama always used to tell you about?" The leader with a scar sighed and explained, it was as if he wasn't acting like a bandit.

"I know what you are, but what do you want me to do then? Like I said earlier, I have nothing with me." Once again, I sighed, repeating the exact same words I just said earlier.

Was the education system so backward during this time that the man in front of me couldn't even understand that I didn't have anything to give him?

Not to mention, how can he even expect a 'kid' like me to carry a valuable item? Like the man said, I'm just a 'kid', right?

No wonder this guy resorted to being a bandit.

As much as possible, I don't want to cause any bloodshed, especially since I just got here and I have no idea how mythical beings in this world work.

I don't want to be careless and reveal my inhumane capabilities, only to meet an angel brandishing his sword to my neck the very next day.

"…Brothers. Rough him up." The bandit leader, squinting his eyes at me, issued a command to his subordinates behind him.

Sigh. This is going to where exactly I think it is, right?

Right as the nearest bandit came up in front of me with the malicious intention of pulling me upside down in hopes of miraculously dropping cash, I made my move.

I was stunned to notice that the man's movements were slow, too slow.

As if even a newborn baby could react to this.

Much to the man's surprise, the 'kid' he's underestimating, dodged to the side, avoiding his punch.

With a swift move of my fist, it was already embedded in the man's face. Despite my small stature compared to the muscular man in front of me, my punch not only inflicted pain on the man but also threw him backward, crashing toward his companions like a bowling ball.

"How is this kid so strong?" The leader shouted in shock, his earlier confidence slightly wavering.

With just a single punch, five of his men were already down.

Meanwhile, for me, I was staring at my own fist in surprise, not expecting such strength to come from me.

Is this how strong devils around the Mid-class are? If so, I can't imagine the strength of the High-class devils and those above like the infamous four Satans.

Just thinking about it made me shiver inexplicably.

I should keep a low profile until I can find a way to increase my strength.

Staying as a Mid-class devil is a big no-no.

Should I maybe ask Serafall or Ajuka on his to get stronger? Maybe devils have their ways to get one.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized that the leader had already issued a command to his comrades.

"All of you go! Take him out, he's alone!" Thinking that overwhelming me with numbers would get the job done, I mused at his strategy.

Don't get me wrong, It's a good tactic, but a bit dumb also as it won't work on someone like myself.

I'm trained to handle things like this you know.

The first three who were faster than the others quickly arrived in front of me, their fists cocked back, prepared to deliver their strikes.

All of these movements were caught by my eye, as if I was equipped with the legendary Sharingan from the world of Naruto.

Not only they're so slow, but my brain was also calculating what I should do in retaliation.

By the end of almost 10 seconds in my own perception of time, I finally calculated the most suitable action.

I don't need to use any of my repertoire of magic spells and skills, within just a single blink of an eye, the first man was already down on the ground, his nose bleeding.

Another blink and the other two joined the first.

The leader, blinking his eyes repeatedly, couldn't believe what he just watched.

He rubbed his eyes, assuming that he was just hallucinating.

After all, how can three grown men get themselves knocked out by a child who looks no older than fifteen?

Not to mention, it only took two blinks for it to happen.

"This…" Gulping his saliva, he looked at the rest of his men and saw that there were just the five of them left.

'Now what you are gonna do?' I thought to myself while squinting my eyes at the man.

He brought this upon himself so obviously, he should take responsibility and face the consequences.

To my expectations, the man was forced to charge himself.

"Hahh!" Screaming at the top of his lungs as if it would help increase his strength, the bandit leader proudly and bravely ran towards me, brandishing his sharp blade.

His men behind him, perhaps touched by his courage and bravery, also brandished their blades and followed suit.

To be honest, I was surprised by this outcome, I was expecting something cliche like the leader running away with his tail between his legs or using his remaining companions to buy himself time to escape.

But instead, they charged towards me with unyielding will and determination.

'Is this how bandits act during this era? I was expecting them to be a bunch of cowards who are only bold when they have the advantage in numbers.' While muttering to myself, the leader has already arrived in front of me, bringing down his blade towards me with the intention to kill.

Resisting the urge to put my defense to the test by doing nothing, however, that would simply be too reckless.

I'm not even sure how durable I am.

What if I'm just twice as durable as a normal human? I would still find myself hacked to bleed by the blade.

So I dodged to the side and watched as the blade sliced the ground instead.

Stepping forward and stomping on the blade, locking it in place, I delivered a punch to the man's face, forcing him to crouch on the ground out of pain. I could see his nose bending sideways, blood seeping out of his nostrils.

Damn, that was just a casual punch from me and I already inflicted such damage?

At the same time, I conjured a simple wind spell that broke through the ranks of bandits behind him, causing them to feel a strong push on their chests and fall to the ground.

Finishing the job, I gave the bandit leader one last look before deciding to give him a second chance in life.

Hey, who knows, maybe someday we'll meet again and he will be a changed man by then.

Walking past the defeated bandits groaning in pains, a voice interrupted my leave.

"W-Who are you?" Still clutching his nose, the bandit leader mustered a chance to ask me a question.

His questions resonated within me.

Who am I?

Sure I could say that I'm Chamberlain Blake but does it really matter? I'm in a new world once again and if I want to, I could take on a new identity.

Should I start calling myself Ancient One in this world? But I'm not ancient and old, I don't have the experience and knowledge of the Ancient One herself.

I'm just someone who was banished from two of my previous worlds.

That's when it finally dawned upon me.

I was indeed banished from both my original world and the Marvel Universe.

I think I finally have a name suitable for myself that serves as what I experienced and new identity.

So with a smooth turn of my head behind, I stared directly at the bandit leader's eyes and uttered.

"You can call me, The Tarnished." And with that, I resumed my walk and left.

Maybe someday once I'm old enough, I will change it and start calling myself the Ancient One.

Too bad that would be hundreds of years in the future.

Unbeknownst to me, a strange yet enigmatic look appeared in the bandit leader's eyes.

***

The journey ahead me was, how do I say this. Fascinating? Its like I was living in one of those adventure like world.

Its been two days since my encounter with those bandits and I finally came across a settlement.

Though it is more like a village, despite the small territory, it was still bustling with people and activities.

Caravans passing in and out, people going on their own days and several shops selling what I assume to be ornaments and wooden carvings.

Maybe it is this village's specialty? Sculptures and carvings.

Thankfully the gates of the village wasn't like the ones depicted in fiction where I have to pay some sort of fee to enter.

Maybe its because the village is small and in need of tourists to enhance their economy so they would rather take as much visitors as possible instead of forcing a payment for entry which would just sway them to leave.

As soon as I entered after giving a nod of greet to the gate's guard who looks more like a farmer but with a dull sword, I was met with the vibrant streets of the village.

I could see some notable buildings like taverns and stables to house tourists' horses.

Obviously, my first destination is the tavern. I haven't got a food and drink yet since arriving in this world.

And besides, what else is the best place to gather information but the tavern itself?

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[Next Chapter: Ch. 9 - Encountering a kind old man]

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