Marvellous Black Bull

Prologue:

The battle raged on in the land of Black Clover, where Asta—the boy with no magic—had become a legend. He had fought countless foes, from powerful mages to dangerous devils, always rising to the occasion. But one fateful day, something changed.

A tragic accident, a rift between worlds, and the boy who had defied fate was lost. His body disappeared in an instant, leaving only the faint echoes of his last moments. His grimoire, still pulsating with the faint traces of Liebe's anti-magic, was the only clue that remained. The world believed him dead, and the mourning spread throughout the Clover Kingdom.

Little did they know, Asta had not perished. Instead, he had entered a dimension far beyond his comprehension—the Void.

Part One: The Void's Embrace

Asta's body drifted in the formless abyss, a place where time had no meaning, and existence itself was both a birth and a death. Here, in the heart of the Void, he was neither alive nor dead. His form, stripped of all but the most basic life force, pulsed with a strange rhythm as if the dimension itself was absorbing him.

Within this realm, Asta fought in his mind, struggling to retain his identity. Liebe, the devil bound to his grimoire, shared his fate. At first, the two fought, the dark energy of Liebe clashing with the nothingness of the Void. But over time, they learned to coexist. Liebe, who had once craved destruction and domination, adapted to the essence of the Void, just as Asta did.

Together, they endured, their powers changing, evolving. Liebe's dark power began to merge with Asta's very being, transforming into something else entirely—something greater. And as Asta's body reshaped, adapting to the Void, his very soul seemed to be sculpted by the Void's chaos.

In the silence, Asta's consciousness flickered in and out. The Void System—the system that governed this strange existence—began to form, a binding force that locked Asta in a state of perpetual transformation. The system was a part of him now, just as the Void and Liebe were. But he remained in a comatose state, struggling between death and rebirth.

Part Two: The Ancient One's Watchful Gaze

In the farthest reaches of the Marvel Universe, the Ancient One, master of the mystic arts, meditated. Her mind stretched across the multiverse, ever vigilant. It was in this moment of focus that she sensed a disturbance—a rift forming between realms, a ripple that threatened to reshape the very fabric of magic.

She had witnessed many strange occurrences in her time, but this was different. Asta's presence was an anomaly—an all-encompassing void that even she could not fully comprehend. Her mystical senses told her that the boy had been consumed by something far beyond his control. Yet, she knew that he had the potential to shape the future of both this and many other worlds.

The Ancient One, intrigued by this boy's unimaginable power, knew she had to intervene. Using the combined powers of the Vishanti and the Dark Dimension, she attempted to bind Asta's essence, to save him from the Void's consuming pull. But as she began the ritual, something unexpected happened—Asta's body resisted.

The Void fought back, unwilling to let go of its new "host." The Void, much like Asta himself, had grown sentient. It began absorbing the Ancient One's magic, stripping her attempts of their power. Even the Vishanti, the ancient deities of magic, could not force the boy from the Void's embrace. Dormammu, the master of the Dark Dimension, offered his power, sensing the threat this boy posed. And from the Chaos Dimension, an unknown force stirred, feeling the shifting tides of destiny.

In a final, desperate bid, the combined might of these cosmic forces merged into a single, overwhelming ritual. The Void fought them, but in the end, it was consumed. The Void and Asta were bound together, forming the Void System—an intricate matrix of power and life, both living and dying, existing and not. And with that binding, Asta's form was reshaped, his powers now connected to the very essence of the Void itself.

The Ancient One, drained and battered, withdrew from the ritual. She had succeeded—barely. But in doing so, she had expended nearly all her energy. As she retreated to her own universe, she knew that Asta would one day awaken, but not as the same boy he had been before.

Part Three: The Awakening

Months passed.

In a hidden chamber deep within the sanctum of Kamar-Taj, Asta lay comatose. His body had changed—his hair now pure white, his body lean and fragile, as if he were a child reborn. But it was not just his body that had transformed; his very being had fused with the Void, and with it, the Void System that governed his existence.

And then, it happened.

Asta's eyes fluttered open, his gaze unfocused at first. He had no memory of who he was. Only a name lingered in his mind—Asta. The Void's power hummed in the background, but he had yet to fully comprehend it.

Asta slowly sat up, looking around the room with confusion. The world around him seemed... distant. He felt disconnected from everything—his past, his identity, his very soul. And yet, something within him urged him forward. He stood shakily, instinctively reaching for the two swords that were now part of him.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence.

"Asta…" The voice was calm, but ancient, filled with wisdom. The Ancient One stepped into the room, her presence overwhelming yet gentle. She had been waiting for this moment.

"You are awake," she said softly. "But you are not the same as you once were. You've been changed."

Asta looked at her, his expression blank. He did not recognize her, but the name "Ancient One" seemed to resonate deep within him. The Void System, bound to his soul, pulsed in response to her words, an echo of forgotten memories stirring inside him.

"I… I don't remember," Asta whispered, his voice faint. He could feel the power within him—the Void's essence, raw and unrefined. But his mind was still foggy, his memories locked away.

The Ancient One studied him closely. "The Void has merged with you, Asta. You have become something… new. Something beyond the comprehension of even the highest beings in this universe."

Asta stood tall, his body feeling strangely at ease, but he still felt like a stranger to himself. The Void System activated, pulling data, analyzing, absorbing. Slowly, his powers began to manifest—spells that felt foreign yet familiar, anti-magic and Void energy blending into devastating attacks.

But just as Asta began to understand his new form, a chilling presence filled the air. A shadow fell over the sanctum, and a voice that resonated with pure malevolence echoed through the room.

"I sense a disturbance. A boy, bound by the Void… YOU. How curious."

A dark figure appeared in the doorway—tall, cloaked, and exuding an aura of pure chaos. The Big Bad, an ancient being who had existed before time itself, a force of pure entropy—Eonox, the Devourer of Worlds.

"You are the key, child," Eonox's voice hissed. "You and your Void System. But you are not meant to exist in this form. I will consume you, Asta. You will be mine."

Asta's hand instinctively gripped his swords, the Void System activating. His body thrummed with energy—anti-magic and Void power coursing through him.

"I don't know who you are," Asta said, his voice filled with calm defiance. "But I won't let you take what's mine."

End of Chapter