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92.92% MARVEL: GAMER PATH / Chapter 274: CHAPTER 261

Chapter 274: CHAPTER 261

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[Thor Odinson POV]

I wonder how stories will depict me.

I doubt as a hero, not anymore at least. In my quest to save the nine realms and their people, I had so far done many terrible things. I didn't regret any of them, not really, if anything, I lamented that the ignorance of others had pushed me to do things I would've never done in the first place.

Necessary evils, like my brother says.

It's impressive how things change. I used to enjoy fighting, and killing my opponents without thinking of the consequences, now, the actions that once brought me joy now bring me sorrow.

I guess I was blissful in my ignorance. Playing like a child, the game of a hero.

I still saw myself as a hero, the difference now was, I was aware of the consequences of my actions, because I knew more.

I had grown more in the time I have been with Alex, my sworn brother, than I ever did by myself.

I could now appreciate the weight he carried very clearly. I admired him, and not because of his powers, but because of his character, and unwavering determination.

I aspired to be like him where it mattered. 

I used to think, before meeting him, I was the man, the pinnacle of what everyone should aspire to be, the mightiest of them all.

But, in reality, before meeting him, I was a kid.

His actions made me see that being male was simply a matter of birth. While being a man was a matter of choice.

He made me understand that a man knows his limits, but a real man can overcome them.

For that, and much more, he was my brother.

His actions had shown me that a true hero does not always get love and ovations, but hate and misunderstandment.

"Why would you do this?!" a Vanir guard asked, anger coloring his eyes as he laid on the ground wounded, "Our King trusted you!" 

"Your King was a fool," I replied, my tone even, "His pride would've been the end of Vanaheim, and all of its people."

"Liar!" the Guard shouted.

"I am many things, but a liar am not," I replied, grabbing the blood covered crown from the King's head, "I know you don't believe me, and I don't need you to. We, no… I am trying to protect the nine realms from a threat I can't possibly match."

"The people of Vanir will never follow you!" the Guard growled, a small smile on his face.

"I don't need them to," I replied, smiling sadly at the thought.

"Then why did you kill my uncle?" I heard someone ask in the back, as the creaking doors of the throne room opened.

Turning around to meet this unknown, I saw a woman and a few guards, arms at hand, ready to die for their people.

"Would it really change your mind?" I asked, pointing at her sword.

"Answer the question," She pressed defiantly, her eyes burning.

I sighed, "Magical territory. By taking control over Vanaheim, my brother can control, so to speak, who enters and leaves the planet, making it really difficult for the enemies that are about to come, actions such as invading the planet."

"You lie!" One of the guards behind her spat.

"Who is… this enemy you speak of?" She asked, shutting the guard behind her with a look.

"Knull," I replied, my eyes resting on Vanaheim's crown, as drops of blood from the previous King fell into the floor. "I doubt any of you know of him. He's far older than our universe, and was defeated before the nine realms came to be, but rest assured, he's very real, and he's coming for everyone. He's a monster without allies, without compassion, his only goal is to destroy all in creation, to usher a new era of darkness, true darkness, without life, without death, a universe of nothing."

"If that… monster is as old as you say he is, then how did you come to know of him?" She asked.

"I know someone nearly as old," I replied with a smile, as technically my brother was as old as the universe, even if he didn't remember it. "You may know of him as the newest prince of Asgard, most recently King."

"You gave your birthright to him?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Of course," I nodded, "As I told your uncle many times before the outcome you see in front of you, I lack the power to defeat Knull. My brother, the King once prince of Asgard, is vastly stronger than me, and even he is not sure if he can defeat him. So painfully aware of my own weakness, I decided to give him all the nine realms, temporarily, to avoid them falling into Knull's hands."

"I don't believe you child," I heard a new voice scoff, as someone entered the room. An old looking man, covered in scars, his entire posture and demeanor screaming he was a seasoned warrior, "Your story feels like a fairy tale."

I guffawed at his comment, "You are right, it does sound like a fairy tale, but believe me, it's the truth. Once this war ends, all the realms will return to their people completely, believe me, I don't want to rule, Hel! I don't even want to rule Asgard, why would I expand?!"

"Enough talk let us dispose of him!" The guards growled, their voices coming as one.

"No," The woman who had first entered said, commanding her troops to stand down. "He has the power to kill us all, fighting against the All-Father is a futile endeavor."

"But Lady Amelista!"

"You can't be suggesting we bow to him?!"

Amelista, I like that name.

"No, she's suggesting we give him the benefit of the doubt, at least before we throw our lives away fighting him," The old man replied, eyeing Amelista.

"Indeed, general Adrek, for now, I will trust his words to be the truth," Amelista nodded, before narrowing her eyes on me, "That, however, doesn't mean Vanaheim will forgive what you did today. We will seek unyielding retribution after the war with Knull, even if that means the end of our people, so when the time comes, you will have to decide between paying for your crimes, or killing us all."

"I do not intent to run from my actions, Lady Amelista," I replied, my tone firm, without a shred of doubt, "When the time comes, I will face the consequences of my actions like a true warrior should, but be warned, you might have to get in line to get a piece of me, my crimes as you describe have barely just begun, and others just like you will seek retribution."

"Very well," Amelista replied, her voice cold, "For now, we will play your game."

"When does this Knull comes?" Adrek asked.

"That, we don't know. We only know it's very soon," I replied with a sigh.

"Then, we require to speak with this… Alex you speak of," Amelista said, or rather ordered in a commanding tone, I liked her, sadly, the sentiment wasn't shared.

"Sure," I nodded, "I will tell him to come, after I finish my mission."


Chapter 275: CHAPTER 262

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[Sif POV]

I thrusted my blade forward, sweat glistening around me, as the air in front of me seemed to burst in a silent explosion, perforating a hole of about thirty inches in a wall one hundred meters away from me.

"Not enough," I panted, my hands bleeding ever so slightly as I got into position once again. I was far from over.

"Impressive," I heard the distinctive voice of Hela in her child form chuckle as she entered my personal training room.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, continuing with my training.

"Nothing really," Hela replied, grabbing one of the wooden training blades that lay on the floor, "But now that I see you, I might as well help you out."

I frowned, gripping the handle of my blade so hard my hand was turning stark white, "I do not require of your assistance," I replied, keeping my tone even.

"Under normal circumstances, you would be absolutely right," Hela replied without missing a beat, "But right now, we can't be too picky, can we?"

I sighed, glancing at the sweat/blood-covered ground around me. It pained me to admit it, but she was right, "What do you seek Hela, and please go straight to the point."

"To be completely honest darling, I'm no longer sure what," Hela replied, dangling the wooden sword around her hands as she looked down with a neutral smile. "But I suppose, I seek to help everyone this time around, as unbelievable as that sounds."

I looked at her and sighed. I didn't trust her at all, considering her not deserving of redemption, but at times I found myself asking if that was merely out of spite, because of her blatant pursuits for Alex's attention.

She had done way less than Loki, at least to us, and yet, I entertained the idea of Loki's redemption more than hers, perhaps it was because I had known Loki all my life, and her I barely knew.

At least that's what I told myself because I didn't want to even consider the possibility I was letting something so pathetic, as petty jealousy steer my judgment, setting a glaring bias in my reasoning.

"Very well," I nodded, head high as a tired sigh escaped my lips. "As much as I don't like you, your experience speaks for itself."

Hela grinned, glancing at me, "Flattering, but not entirely accurate, at least, not anymore. In my time, wars were fought against armies, and strategies, now… things are gaining a new shade I didn't expect." she chuckled, "I might be stronger than you, without the seals Alex put on me, of course, but I fear in the face of what is about to come, I am just as inexperienced as you."

I chuckled, baring a challenging grin as I pointed at her with my blade, "Are you sure you are still stronger than me?"

"Without a doubt darling, I might be a lot of things, but a fool I am not," Hela replied without missing a beat, bearing a confident smile, "If I learned anything during my many fights and wars, was how to gauge someone's power in regards to mine."

"Then let's test how accurate you are," I replied, deciding to tell Alex to break her seals, I didn't trust her, but, a warrior of her caliber would be of great help during the war coming up, and as things were, we didn't have the luxury of keeping able hands out of this.

"Darling, if my childlike appearance wasn't enough of a giveaway, I must remind you, my powers are sealed," Hela replied, before immediately grinning in realization, "You plan to ask Alex to free me, don't you?"

"Not quite, I plan to ask Alex to put you on parole," I replied, my eyes fixed on her, "While it's true I don't trust you, at all. We need every able warrior to assist, and you alone have the power of an army."

"My, my, so many compliments in a day," Hela replied.

"Don't push your luck," I replied, hurling my blade towards a wall behind me, lodging the blade deep in the wall, leaving nothing but the handle out.

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[Alex Walker POV]

I pushed myself off the ground, scarcely dodging the attack of a demon before lunging at the beast with Serenity in blade form, cutting the demon in half.

[Abaddon's Servant slain. 78974541 EXP gained.]

"Fuck," I panted, sweat dripping down my forehead, as I dropped to the ground with one knee.

Soon after I had crafted Serenity, I had decided to train, for the sake of familiarizing myself with my new weapon, discovering soon enough how physically taxing Serenity was.

Serenity's description as an item had said nothing about it, so I hadn't expected such developments, but I suppose in hindsight it was to be expected, the weapon itself doubled all of my stats by simply equipping it, creating a strain on my body.

Nonetheless, the strain Serenity was putting on my body made no sense. If I considered prior experiences, I had, after all, had bigger increases in stats before base-wise, without pushing my body at all, which brought me to my second guess, energy consumption, and affinity.

I had gotten Serenity a day ago, and since I had started my training with it, I had come to learn a few things, one, Serenity used a lot of MP, like a lot, to put into perspective, twelve hours ago I was only able to use Serenity for three minutes before running out of MP.

Two, the handling of Serenity was considered a skill of its own by my power, one that had taken twelve hours to appear since I started training.

[Serenity - Weapon Skill - Passive - LV 57 =

Allows the user to freely handle Serenity better. 171% increase in energy consumption efficiency.

Affinity LV 1 = +1% increase to all weapon buffs.]

Right now, I was able to use Serenity, constantly, for eight minutes and twelve seconds before running out of MP. Which was exactly a 171% increase in efficiency compared to where I started, in terms of time and energy consumption at least.

Another curious thing I had discovered was that the weapon skill was evolving, so to speak, with the affinity part of the skill only coming after I had reached LV50 with the weapon skill, as well as increasing the skill efficiency multiplier from 2.5% per weapon level skill to a 3% per weapon level skill.

I think it was safe to assume every fifty levels or so with Serenity's weapon skill, things would get better.

My point being, that this explained the energy part of my strain, but it didn't explain the physical part of it, at all.

I knew the difference between physical strain and energy strain, and I was sure I was feeling both.

"I guess I will learn as I go," I muttered, wiping the sweat from my face with a hand.

However, before I could stand up, something about the size of a car shot toward me at a blinding speed. Biting me on the arm. Fangs sunken in my flesh, I cursed in pain under my breath before slamming the creature on the head, pulling my bloodied arm out of its grasp, before morphing Serenity into an M1851 Wolfsbane Magnum, and shooting at the beast in the head from point-blank, erasing the creature in a blast.

[Abaddon's Hunter slain. 89171741 EXP gained.]

"Fucking demons," I muttered, shaking my injured arm a bit as it healed. The worst part of this dungeon wasn't that the monsters were around my level, but that they had the ability to cloak themselves out of my minimap, which at times, fucked my reaction time.

But it is what it is.

I needed to train, and this seemed like the best possible dungeon to do so, considering Knull's theme.

I wonder if Asmodeus' dungeon will be like this?

I guess I will see after this one.

I wonder how the demons these dungeons are based of, would feel if they knew these simulations were infinitely stronger than them, I mean, the real Asmodeus was level 202, while his dungeon was level 2015.

I chuckled, putting Serenity on my inventory as I walked to the next zone within the dungeon.


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