Marvellous Black Bull

### **Chapter 4:

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**Prologue:**

The **cosmic fabric of the multiverse** had been irrevocably altered. The mere existence of **Asta**, a boy without magic now bound to **The Void**, had set a chain of events into motion that no one could have predicted.

Though still young in form, his power had become an unimaginable force, and the chaos he had unleashed was now rippling through worlds far beyond this one. From the dark recesses of the multiverse, entities of unimaginable power watched, knowing that the boy would one day become something beyond the comprehension of even the mightiest.

In the aftermath of the battle with **Dormammu**—a fraction of his original self, no more than **5%** of his full strength—**Asta** had done something no one thought possible. He had absorbed Dormammu's essence and, in doing so, bent the very **dimensional fabric** of Kamar-Taj to his will, creating an isolated pocket dimension that only those who were worthy could enter.

But with his victory came consequences. **Asta's energy** was still unstable, and the Void inside him was still trying to assert dominance. He had collapsed once again, and now, as the remnants of the battle settled, his future—along with the fate of the multiverse—hung in the balance.

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### **Part One: Waking the Giant Within**

**Kamar-Taj** was quiet for the first time in what felt like ages. The sacred halls of the Sanctum Sanctorum had been transformed into a battleground, one where **light** and **dark** had collided, and the universe itself had shifted. **The Ancient One** stood before the glowing, mystical barrier that Asta had unwittingly erected around Kamar-Taj, now suspended in a dimension of his own making. She sensed the boy's power—still volatile, still *alive*, but not yet fully conscious.

Her gaze softened as she watched over him, her thoughts turning inward. **Asta** had done what no one could have expected. He had fought off the **fragment of Dormammu**, absorbed it, and then separated Kamar-Taj from the rest of the multiverse, an act that none of the sorcerers could fully comprehend. It was a new **dimension**, created by the boy himself.

But at what cost?

She turned, and **Kacelius**, who had been standing at her side, appeared uneasy. The battle had taken a toll on everyone, but there was something else—something that pulled at him, deep inside.

"I… I can't shake it," Kacelius muttered, his voice rough. "That power, it's still there. And when he protected us… when he created that barrier, it felt like something… *familiar*."

The Ancient One nodded, her expression grave. "It was his will, yes. But it's more than that. **Asta** is becoming something else, Kacelius. Something greater… or more dangerous."

Kacelius grunted in agreement, his eyes narrowing. He had lost his son years ago, and when he saw **Asta** defend him, protect him as if he were his own child, something inside him broke.

"Asta…" Kacelius whispered under his breath. "How did you…?"

But just as he spoke, a pulse of energy emanated from Asta's body, and the boy's eyes flickered open. **Asta** blinked groggily, his head spinning from the chaos of the battle and the residual energy inside him. He rubbed his eyes, then suddenly sat up, his small hands gripping the side of the cot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Asta yelled, his voice still childlike, but filled with unexpected determination. "That was one heck of a nap! I feel like I've been asleep for a century!"

Kacelius, still recovering from the battle, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the child's irreverent attitude. "A century? You barely managed to stay asleep for a few hours, kid."

Asta grinned up at him. "Well, it felt like a century! And hey, *sorry* about that whole dimensional breach thing! Didn't mean to trap everyone in here with me. But hey, at least we're safe, right?"

Kacelius' lips twitched. He had been expecting Asta to be disoriented, to have no memory of the events that had just transpired. But the boy's cheerfulness was unshakeable. It was almost… **normal**. He was still just a child.

"I think I've lost control of the situation," Kacelius muttered to himself.

Asta tilted his head. "What do you mean? You're not mad, are you? I did protect you and everyone else. I'm not the best at controlling my magic, but hey, I'll get there!" His expression was full of genuine excitement.

Kacelius looked down at Asta, seeing a faint glimmer of something in his eyes—**hope**. And it reminded him of the son he had lost.

"I… I won't lose you too," Kacelius muttered under his breath. He didn't even realize he had spoken out loud until Asta looked up at him.

"You mean like a dad?" Asta asked innocently, his big, round eyes full of confusion.

Kacelius froze, his heart tightening in his chest. The boy had unknowingly **reached him**, and for a brief moment, all the walls he had built around himself crumbled. He couldn't stop the surge of emotion, nor could he push away the overwhelming feeling of connection to Asta.

"I…" Kacelius began, clearing his throat. "Yeah. Like a dad."

Asta grinned broadly. "Well, in that case, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused! I promise I'll be the best kid ever!" His energy was infectious, and for the first time in a long while, Kacelius found himself smiling.

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### **Part Two: The Weight of Power**

As **Asta** continued to recover, his connection to the **Void** remained. It was undeniable. But it was also still **chaotic**. The System inside him was *trying* to stabilize, but there were still too many unknowns. The energy that had once belonged to **Dormammu** had fused with Asta's being, and the boy was unknowingly learning to harness this new, volatile power.

As he sat cross-legged, his mind was drawn to a strange feeling—**fragments of memories** he couldn't fully place. He saw images of a **village**, of **a nun**, and of a **black-haired boy**. He saw a **huge skull** looming over him, and the name **Hage** echoed in his mind, but the details were fragmented, blurry. He couldn't remember what it meant, but the name **pulled at him**.

The System interface flickered to life, and Asta saw the familiar blue text again.

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**Void System: Memory Recovery Progress**

- **Memory Recovery**: **5%**

- **Name**: Asta

- **Age**: 5 (Biological Age)

- **Race**: Human (Bound to The Void)

- **Current State**: **Stabilizing (Energetic Overload)**

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**New Skills Unlocked:**

1. **Anti-Magic/Dimensional Breach Barrier (Unlocked)**: A new spell formed from the chaos of the Void and Anti-Magic. Allows the creation of a barrier that nullifies magic and distorts dimensional boundaries.

2. **Void Resonance (Active)**: A passive ability that amplifies the power of the Void within Asta, allowing him to absorb and channel dimensional energy with greater control.

3. **Dimensional Shift (Unstable)**: The ability to manipulate dimensions, but still highly unstable. Excessive use can cause catastrophic results.

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Asta blinked at the new skills listed in front of him. He was still trying to process everything when suddenly, the door to the chamber opened, and **Mordo** stepped inside, his expression full of determination.

"Asta," he said, his voice firm, "I've seen you fight, and I've seen what you're capable of. I will **train** you, whether you like it or not. Because I will never let a child—especially one with that kind of power—go untrained."

Asta raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what? You're gonna train me now? But you *don't* like me!"

Mordo scowled. "I don't like what you've done, but I respect what you can do. And, I won't let you destroy yourself because you don't understand your own power."

Asta chuckled. "Geez, what's with all the adults wanting to train me? But hey, I guess it's cool. I could use a little training!"

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### **Part Three: The Meeting of Worlds**

Elsewhere, a **cosmic shift** was taking place. The **Vishanti**, along with **King Odin**, the **Chaos God**, and **Dormammu**—a remnant of his former self—had gathered for an emergency council. They had been watching Asta for some time now, as his actions had rippled through the multiverse.

The **Watcher** was also present, observing the unfolding events with an air of solemnity. His role was to witness, not to interfere. But even he knew that the boy—Asta—was something beyond the ordinary.

"You all feel it, don't you?" King Odin spoke gravely. "This boy, **Asta**… he is no mere child. He is the har

binger of something greater. His power will shape the multiverse in ways none of us can predict."

Dormammu's voice, filled with dark satisfaction, echoed in the chamber. "Yes… and it is clear to me now that the boy **will be the key** to either our salvation or our doom."

The Ancient One, standing by the side, did not speak. But she knew—**Asta** was now a force that could not be ignored.

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### **End of Chapter 4**