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Chapter 29: Desert War Part 5

Götterfunken

The Divine Spark

Puente Antiguo

Jeanne Dark

It was safe to say; shit had gone sideways really quickly. Heck, I didn't even want to involve myself with the destroyer battle, but things were already going differently. Cases like that are "Do or Die", and I chose to Do.

But then two fucking Servants showed up... Fou wasn't with me to allow Merlin to properly warn me and my own detection skills didn't do shit apparently….

But guessing by what I was seeing, that was understandable. My magic was feeling off as soon as I arrived, and scanning over the one servant explained it.

Caster Ascension 1

True Name:Goyaalé (Geronimo)

STR C+ (750)

VIT D+ (400)

DEX B+ (1400)

INT C+ (750)

WIS B+ (1400)

CHA D+ (400)

LUK C+ (750)

NP B: Tsago Degi Naleya (Anti Army)

Current spells: active bounded field (Mana Suppression)

….A bounded field that Suppressed Mana apparently. I could confirm it due to the fact that my flames began to flicker as soon as he arrived...It was my fault honestly. I didn't know of any American servants, but conceptually it was always a possibility. To think that Geronimo would appear here…Now that I think about it, who was his friend?

I activate my Mystic eyes once more and also realize that my magic isn't strongly affected by the bounded field but rather the Mana generation in my body is. The Arc reactor humming beneath my chest plate was working without issue, but my body was not. What it meant for me was that I needed to conserve MP in the coming battle. Once used, I wasn't getting that MP back until I escaped the field.

Archer Ascension 1

True Name:William Henry McCarty (Billy the Kid)

STR D+ (400)

VIT E+ (50)

DEX B+ (1400)

INT E+ (50)

WIS E+ (1400)

CHA B+ (1400)

LUK B+ (1400)

NP B: Thunderer (Anti Unit)

An archer whose stats were all over the place. I wasn't sure how strong his attacks were, but he certainly won't be able to take that much damage himself. A glass cannon then.

My inspection was noticed and the archer prepared the rifle that was previously only loosely slung over his shoulder. My grip on my own weapons grew tighter and Thor also prepared himself for combat.

Geronimo however studied the God and held his hands in a non-threatening manner, "We have no qualms with you warrior. We hunt this witch for her ill intentions for humanity. She wishes their destruction!"

Thor stares at me incredulously as I roll my eyes at their comment, "Their kind have been hunting me for a decent while and their master has them convinced of my supposed 'Evil'".

Thor can't really see much of my expression due to the veil concealing it. So he can't read my face but chooses to look behind me instead. He looked at the people I had gone out of my way to save. I didn't do it for any visible reward after all (to his knowledge at least. Extra reputation points aren't something he would imagine after all) so he would probably assume an altruistic reason.

My thought proves correct and he gives me a small nod as he turns back to the two servants, "Her actions would speak against this. What proof do you have, stranger?"

The Caster servant lowers his hands in response as he too readies his stance, "...We have no proof other than our word. This is not your fight."

Thor swings his Hammer in preparation, "I owe this woman a debt, so you are making this my fight!" The air crackles with electricity as his voice booms out his answer.

I smile under my veil at his response. Archer smiles with glee as he pulls up his repeater, destroyer lights up with energy and Geronimo unsheathes a knife.

He states with a groan, "Well, this went as well as expected... Keep up Archer!"

He suddenly rushes towards me as the knife lights up with magic.

I grin under my veil with a single thought going through my head

'Let's Dance '


Phil Coulson

Agent Coulson...was not having a good day. The issues with Penning were annoying enough on their own. But then an alien god got involved, magic hammers, space portals and now a showdown of the aforementioned in a small town in the middle of nowhere….

And he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do….Though what he will do after this, was thank Penning for what she had done to help. Civilians had been completely evacuated and even if the city was levelled, they would all be safe.

Except for Jane Foster's team. The group would have died had it not been for Penning protecting them. The sudden appearance of the armour was also something unexpected. But it showed something else.

That armour was fitted to her body. And her body was different to her usual shape, meaning that this form was what she truly looked like. Her concealed face was further proof of that. This was a proper lead to her identity… except that they promised to let things be in order to work together.

While both he and Fury agreed to this, there is a chance that the Higher-ups might not. Especially if they are infiltrated by the Hydra sleepers.

Things were getting more and more complicated. But for now, this little skirmish had to be resolved. As soon as the fight started, Coulson realised how outmatched they were.

The first person to attack was ironically the young man dressed as a cowboy. He had whipped out his revolver with shocking speed and fanned the hammer. Coulson was certain he had heard only a single shot, but based on the three bullets he saw embedding themselves into Moira's armour, he was clearly wrong.

After that opening salvo, everyone sprang into action.

The armour, the one that had started this little encounter by flinging "Thor" around was next. The beam attack shot out towards the two. Thor was able to dodge the attack but Penning, who had been startled by the bullets, was caught directly in its area of effect. The beam blasted her backwards, her heels tearing the asphalt beneath her apart.

Coulson wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was quite relieved when he saw her guarding against the beam with her… Flag-spear? The piece of fabric had come undone and now showed the head of a black dragon in fine embroidery. It certainly wasn't something he recognized, but that was hardly important compared to the blasts of energy it was withstanding.

He had quickly ordered his men to position themselves on the rooftops. He had snipers and riflemen as he knew that any close-ranged agents would not survive a melee so vicious it caused the very ground to tremble..

Thor had thrown his hammer at the native-American while tackling the armour right after. The Shaman clearly didn't expect the attack and blood flew from his mouth when the hammer impacted his chest. However, one had to give him credit as he was back on his feet in moments. With his knife at the ready, a strange circle around him formed. The circle shattered and a plume of smoke suddenly covered the entirety of the street.

"I need thermal imaging ASAP! I need an eye on that street!" Coulson yelled into his radio as his vision of the battlefield faded.

"Don't think that will help much, Coulson. Other than the Blondie and the armour, I was barely able to track them." Hawkeye states from behind.

Coulson gave him a frustrated stare before going back into cover on the rooftop. He certainly expected more sounds of… well magic. All they could hear was the roaring sounds of metal smashing against metal and flesh. They came from Penning's blade slicing all around and the cowboy's gun firing throughout the area.

A sudden boom echoed out from a nearby road-crossing which blows away all the smoke in the area to reveal the Shaman seemingly preparing another spell. To his bad luck, the flag spear flew out of the smoke heading straight for him. He had seen the spear in time but couldn't escape its strike unscathed. The spear pierced his arm. It was a mortal wound if Coulson ever saw one, but the man in question did something he had never seen before.

Penning was sprinting towards him in a fearsome fashion. The asphalt beneath her feet fractured with every touch of her feet. She was gripping her sword with both hands in preparation for a swing.

Just as she was about to land her attack, the man pulled to the side, his arm ripping off and shattering into bright specks of light. Penning herself was surprised by that kind of strength of will and was too late to counter as his remaining hand rammed his knife under her armour plate. It was a strike that would have gone straight through her liver and could have punctured the stomach. A lethal wound.

"Open fire on the-" Coulson's words are cut off by an arrow speeding past him and heading towards the shaman. Before the arrow could pierce the man's back, however, a bullet shot out of the smoke and slammed the arrow off-course.

Barton grabs Coulson by the collar and slams him to the ground. Less than a second later, bullets whiz past their heads.

"Sir, we don't have a clear shot! How should we pro-" His radio buzzed alive before he quickly turned it off.

A sudden gust of wind ruffled through their hair and they saw the cowboy suddenly appear before them with a repeater rifle readied in his hands. He must have jumped onto the roof with an impossible speed to have caught the both of them off guard. Barton was notching an arrow, but knew he wouldn't make the shot before the kid made his…

At least that was what should have happened. What happened instead, was a small white-furred rabbit or cat jumping over the roof, glowing with blue energy. The energy enveloped Coulson and Barton before teleporting them to another rooftop across town.

The two quickly get up and focus on the battlefield once more, especially as they didn't know what the hell just happened.

"Well, hasn't this become quite the mess?" A voice states with a jovial tone from behind the two agents.

The two had enough ambushes for a day and spun around with weapons drawn. The sight that greeted them was...a white-haired man wearing shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, aviator sunglasses while sitting in a folding chair. It was something you would see in a tropical resort rather than the middle of the desert. He was horribly out of place and the strange wooden staff resting on his legs just added to that.

"Don't mind me. I'm here to make sure "Penning" doesn't get herself killed anytime soon….Though I'm pretty sure she has this handled."

A plume of blue fire shoots out from the other side of town as if on cue.

"Yeah, she has this handled." the man says after leaning back further into the chair as a cocktail suddenly appears in his hand.

Coulson looks back at the battle before staring at the man again. The strange creature that had rescued them earlier was now attempting to scratch his feet, but its paws were phasing through him for some reason. For now, the two agents could at least tell that this man was on their side or at least on the side of Moira.

"And who are you exactly?" Coulson asks with an exhausted tone.

The man has his glasses vanish before looking at the pair, "Merlin of Camelo-...well that doesn't exist anymore, but you get the point." He states before taking a sip of his drink.

Barton was the first to break the silence in response, "What the actual fuck is today?"


Jeanne Dark

The fight was going….better than expected all things considered. I was very dependent on my magic after all, so I was happy to see that minimal magecraft and my own skills were actually quite decent.

Currently, I was hiding behind a counter in a deli due to the giant knife lodged in my stomach. Ripping it out was painful as expected and just as I was gonna pour a potion on the wound, Geronimo's noble phantasm broke through the building and started cooking me in my own armour. It was a phantasmal coyote at first glance that channelled the sun's rays into one hell of a laser.

I considered this a good time to use magic and covered myself in cold air to draw away the heat before jumping out of the building. I needed to go on the offensive again. I was able to catch the caster of guard earlier, but the archer wasn't letting up.

Speaking of which, three bullets ripped through the air and raced towards me once more. I was in my servant form, so one would expect me to be able to dodge the average bullet, but these were shot by an archer.

So while I could evade 2 of them, the third chipped off another part of my armour. I jumped out of the way and into the next building which happened to be a bookstore I visited at the time. Shame to know that it would get destroyed next.

What I needed was a different game plan...or a proper dance partner. I focus my senses and spare some mana for my mystic eyes to locate Thor. He was a few blocks away from me and was duking it out with the destroyer armour. I expected Thor to make quick work of the Golem as he did in the movie...But things didn't seem to be going that well.

Something was up with the armour. It was moving with actual battle stances, using blocks, jabs and actual martial arts. It meant that Loki was either making a far greater effort at this, or someone else was controlling the armour.

Even so, we need to shuffle things up. Weaving through windows, backstreets and storefronts isn't the easiest with both constant gunfire and weaponized sunlight trying to kill me. I do eventually reach the area of battle and launch my battle flag forward. I was rather decent with throwing it actually and I could afford to mess up as the weapon would always return to me.

It was something that proved invaluable as the spear broke through the plating on the armour's side and lodged itself within it. While the damage was minimal, it proved something integral. The armour wasn't made of Uru metal. It did make some sense as the golem was made by Asgard rather than the dwarves of Nidavellir.

It also meant that I could try something out that could break this bastard really easily.

"Thor! Let's swap dance partners!" I yelled as I ran past the blonde man and proceeded to drop-kick the armour in the chest, letting it skid back quite a bit, although it didn't get knocked on its ass as I had intended.

It quickly recovered its stance. The way it did it was less like you would expect from Loki but more from an experienced warrior. Or wait...he was a decent warrior though, right? So why was he so garbage with the armour?.

Speaking of which.

The armour raised its fists while rushing forwards. I was quick to dodge the jabs it made and stabbed it with my sword. The blade slinked between its plates and lodged itself by the crossguard. but did not damage in any fashion. But I knew I wouldn't be damaging it.

This job requires extreme blunt-force and my weapons weren't suited for that. So I opted for a different plan. My Mana was nearly at full capacity even if the regeneration was busted, so magic wasn't out of the question. It meant that if I was smart about this, I had a chance to win.

With the blade lodged between the armour plates, I began casting my spell. It was time to bust out Supreme Ignithurgy. The idea, for now, was to channel a condensed flame directly at the armour with the sole purpose of being as hot as possible. And I could use the blade to channel it as well.

Blue flames quickly fill the interior of the Hollow armour. The concrete cracks from the heat. Tires melt, windows explode, and the wind picks up. Just as quickly as I created the flames, I snuff them out. I had already let go of the sword as the armour tried swiping me during the initial attack. It was a decent distance away and now had one hell of a grin on my face.

The armour wasn't made from Uru, meaning that it didn't require the heat of a freaking neutron star to be melted down. It was something little old me could do. The armour was glowing red hot. It wasn't enough to completely melt it or to stop it, but it was more than enough for what I needed. My next spell was a bit unexpected but just as important.

Good and simple Water magic at LV 39.

Cold water spills from within the armour and cools it rapidly. Steam enters the air as the liquid splashes against the scorching metal. The hissing of evaporating water soon stops and I find myself conjuring flames once more. I did this while still keeping my distance. The armour was distracted from the effects and couldn't tell that my sword was the reason I could target it from within. Blue Flames bellowed out once more and heated the metal until it glowed. The right heat was reached and I switched to conjuring cold water once more.

I believe it was at this point that the armour realised what I was up to.

Heating up metal just before it melted and rapidly cooling it was a process required to harden it. The issue was that if done too often, the metal would turn brittle and become easier to break. It wasn't the best plan, but it would definitely work. The armour went back on the offensive and tried blasting me with its beam attack. Nimbly dodging it I continued with my plan.

The armour was heated and cooled multiple times within a minute and soon enough, I could see cracks forming on the plating. The armour had trouble moving as more and more pieces of itself came loose to the ground. I was no Thor, but I still packed a punch. And now it's time to show them off. I rush off into a sprint directly at the armour. It tried attacking me as I did before, but it was slower, weaker than before.

Before it could hit me with another jab, I successfully jumped and drop kicked it right in its face. The helmet splintered apart with a ferocious roar and I couldn't help but grin at it all. As I land on the ground I quickly turned around to see the armour stumbling about, which was a rather funny sight. That was until he turned towards me and started glowing with orange energy. The beam attack was unfocused, divergent, and outright chaotic. It blasted in all directions and wrecked the street we were in. I got off lucky and avoided most of the attack, but it still managed to nick me in the shoulder.

It wasn't enough to save it though. I sprint forward once more and grab the sword lodged between its plates. It wasn't the sharpest and it wasn't the strongest but it was essentially an extension of my soul. And that was all the strength it needed.

I roared in exertion as I twisted the blade and sliced up words through the plating. It wasn't a clean attack. It was rough and crude as my sword pushed and broke through the armour. As I was still pulling through, the Destroyer's arm shot out and grabbed my own. Its other arm was hanging limply so this was the last thing it could do. I could feel my bones break under the pressure but I did not let up.

The blade continued through the metal and soon, I had bisected the wretched golem. The construct fell apart before me and the metal plates that made up its body clattered onto the ground. My arm hurt and my heart was pounding beneath my chest. None of that mattered however, I was alive, and that's the important part.

During the final moments, I felt the bounded field dissolve and put all my magic into reinforcing my arms. Otherwise, I would never have been able to do what just happened. I will admit I felt some pity for those servants. Going after me is one thing but I doubt they expected to fight an actual god. Geronimo was already wounded by the time he began fighting so I can guess who died first.

Billy the Kid would be next. Too bad that he had the same idea.

I was exhausted, injured, and too distracted by the battle that I hadn't realised he had snuck up on a nearby roof. The gunshots rang out after they had hit me. Three bullets pierced my arm and tore through what little bone was left. The limb hung limply as I turned around and pulled out my own gun. Aiming it with my left arm was not ideal, but it would have to do. My eyes were reinforced just as my arm. I shot as quickly as my hand allowed. The gun was Enchanted after all, and even Billy's speed was not enough to dodge all of the bullets.

He quickly heads beneath the roof and drops down. I was quick on his heel and intercepted him in an alley. Just as I entered, I saw Thor enter from the other side, effectively trapping Billy. As much as I don't want to jinx it, I was certain we had won.

"Huh, I guess this is it then. Can't say I expected it damn it was a ride. He turned to look at me. You definitely confuse me lady. On the one hand, you saved civilians, have been helped by others and made some really powerful friends." He said while gesturing to Thor.

"So I got a wonder now. Have I been duped? Be honest with me now. What is it you really want?"

I ponder the question for just a moment before discarding my battle-ready stance. "What I want is peace and freedom. Freedom to enjoy my life, peace to live it without fear. Your master has endangered that like so many others. And just like them, I will kill him. He wishes me to die because I know what he is and what he wants. Hidden dangers in my own life and my goals. Therefore we are destined to clash.

That is why he sends you. To try and kill me. Ironic, that the greatest heroes of mankind are forced to work for its greatest danger."

Billy's grin finally fades from his face and his eyes gain a certain clarity. "Dammit, I was guessing something was wrong and I really didn't want to be right. This period of time has honestly astounded me. Humanity has come so far and I hate to see for it to fail now. If I'm supposed to be the one who brings it down then there is honestly only one thing I can do."

Just as Billy finished talking, black veins showed on his entire body. It was the same thing that had happened to Anastasia. I recognised it and quickly pulled out my gun. The gunshot that rang out was quickly followed by silence in that lonely alley. To everyone's surprise, it wasn't my weapon that fired. Billy's head had jerked to the side, his revolver falling down the ground, leaving its place in his hand which had aimed it at his temple.

It honestly shocked me. To see a heroic spirit end his life like that. He knew what was happening to him and he would not give up control. So he ended it before the evil god could do it for him. I was unsure what to say. Seeing that... Affected me., I was a heroic spirit too, just like them. Seeing this happen to them... Was painful.

As his body faded, I saw that his gun would not. The repeater lost its colouring and its magic. It was a normal gun apparently... But the revolver was also still there. It resonated with power and I felt that it was more than just a catalyst. This was him leaving behind something on purpose. This was a gift for me... My respect for the "Archer" only grew. In my mind, I think I made something of a promise. Once this business with Angra Mainyu was over, I would be bringing many servants to this world and showing them the beauty it holds.

+76,000,000 Xp

Level up x 27

I quickly pull up my new status after that.

Jeanne Dark Lv 180

Class= Magus (Thaumaturgy)(Maxed out ) / Avenger

Sub class = Engineer Lv 80

Engineer class. Grants 2 INT per Level. Triples experience gain of all technological skills.

Race= Demi-servant

Title= Lucky Gamer LUC +30

Lv= 53 (8,200 /480,000 Xp)

Hp= 7,560,000 HP (LV x VIT x 100)

Mp= 8,172,000+ (500,000 ARC) MP (LV x INT x 100)

Hpr= 756,000 HP/m (LV x VIT x 10)

Mpr= 1,699,920+(1,000,000 ARC) MP/m (LV x ((INT/2) +(WIS x 2)) x 12)

Money: Cash =( 229.250$ )

Stats(128)

Strength = 600

Vitality = 420

Dexterity = 200

Wisdom = 280

Intelligence = 454

Charm = 170

Luck = 170

My Mana levels were improving amazingly now and I was now actually capable of using one of my Noble Phantasms if I recall. This...This was good.

I left the alley after pocketing the revolver. Stepping out into the streets of Puente Antiguo, I was essentially hit by whiplash. My immersion was...broken one could say.

Things had gone back to what was scheduled. Thor spoke with Jane, shield, as well as his friends from Asgard in the same matter as in the movie before all of them were sucked up by the Bifrost.

I felt disconnected from reality in that moment. Just a minute ago, I was fighting for my life. Now, the movie was just continuing. It felt unreal. Even with all the things that are different...all the things I have changed as well...Is the timeline yet unchanged?

Isn't that what you wanted?

I thought your whole plot with Vanko and Assasin was literally because of that?

'I mean….System, that may be right, but it still doesn't make sense. Time is malleable and things can...or should be able to be changed. The fact that things were more or less the same now...it felt unreal, almost artificial.

I was quickly shaken out of that when I saw a certain mop of white hair. He was dressed completely different, but his identity was unmistakable.

I groan out as I pinch myself at the bridge of my nose. "Merlin... Why the fuck are you here?"

His response came in the form of a smug grin. He didn't say anything and simply evaporated into a swarm of white and pink petals. All that was left was Fou, who then proceeded to climb up my body and nozzle against my neck. My right arm was healing slowly and I could barely move it so I couldn't exactly Pat him as he was standing on my left shoulder. Instead, I nuzzled him back with my own cheek." Sorry, you had to go through that again Fou. I know he is an insufferable dick at times."

I was only interrupted when Coulson approached me. He was giving me a look of interest and apprehension. It made sense as this was the first time that he saw me in this form.

" Penning... I've got to say, you never stop surprising me. When you said you're a witch, I was expecting pointy hats, a wand and staff. Not armour, swords and even guns." he said with a slight smirk on his face.

"Fou! Fou!" The little creature barks out as it sees Coulson.

Coulson gives the little guy an interesting look before saying, "Oh right. 'Merlin' was something very different to what I expected. I was thinking more old man with a beard rather than...that."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his response, "Well Coulson, can't expect us to remain in the Stone Ages. People have to adapt and that is what we... Some of us, have done. Not most, but a... Decent amount...Well just me really. Most mages still use wands and dress like that."

A smile grows on his face before he looks and my messed up arm, "Jokes aside on stereotypical witches and wizards, shouldn't you be taking care of that?"

I look down at the lingering wound on my arm and also give a look at my HP.

Hp= 4,886,321 / 6,426,000

All things considered, I was doing quite well. The servants were at their first ascension as well and even had the home advantage due to this being the region of their legend...Well, that is technically the case for all servants coming after me, but one gets the meaning.

Yup Yup.

Indeed.

Now then. I was still in my servant form, but with the Arc reactor working and my Mana regen now in working order, I could sustain it indefinitely.

I start the spell to heal my arm when something very wrong happens. Something "Off-script" as one would say. Just minutes after I had wondered if another shoe was going to drop….

The Bifrost opened again. Jane looked at the beam now hitting the centre of the street with hopeful eyes. To her dismay, any hopes of it being Thor were quickly dashed when a very unknown figure emerged.

The man was shorter than thor and definitely leaner, but that isn't what stood out. Of all the Asgardians, this one actually looked like a proper Viking. He wore no shirt, leaving his tattoed body exposed to the elements. He had a full beard that was braided with small ornaments.

Oh yeah, he was also clearly Baldur, Brother of Thor. The issue is, that he wasn't the whacky one from the marvel comics with a helmet that gave Galactus a run for his money and a personality more two dimensional than the thinnest sheet of paper.

No no...This was Baldur from God of War...That frightened the shit out of me. He took in his surroundings before focusing on our group. His bare feet began moving and he slowly made his way towards us.

I took this chance to scan him.

Baldur Odinson: Level 982

Norse God (Odinforce-empowered Asgardian)

Title: God of Light/ Baldur the brave/ Baldur the immortal

Rep (27)

Obe (0)

Thoughts about you: I̴͔͍̿̒n̴̖̥̫̙̾̊̑̕a̵̛̝̞̲̎̋̕͜͝c̷̟̯͔̀͑͠ć̷̘͈͒̃̚e̷̼̭̔̔s̷̛͇̖͍̘̽̓͒a̷̢̠͓͕̙͒͜͝b̷̮̣̖̞̃̒ͅl̵̟̤̳͖͛̌͌͐͘e̴̡̙̲̯͊

Thoughts: I̴͔͍̿̒n̴̖̥̫̙̾̊̑̕a̵̛̝̞̲̎̋̕͜͝c̷̟̯͔̀͑͠ć̷̘͈͒̃̚e̷̼̭̔̔s̷̛͇̖͍̘̽̓͒a̷̢̠͓͕̙͒͜͝b̷̮̣̖̞̃̒ͅl̵̟̤̳͖͛̌͌͐͘e̴̡̙̲̯͊

Affiliation: Asgard (Disgraced)

Strength =7301

Vitality = I̶̠̠̣̋n̴̡̈́̄͜͝c̶̨̮̗͑͝a̸̤͂̄̕l̸͓̲͕̎̉͐c̵̯̦͂̕͘u̸̬̮̞̇̔̋ĺ̵̹̣͆ã̷̗͚̪b̶̦̆̈́l̵̬̓̉e̵̩̝͗̄̚

Dexterity = 5678

Wisdom = 950

Intelligence = 1345

Charm = 70

Luck = 30

Unique Skills:

Near absolute invulnerability.

Sensory deprivation

Elemental Seidr

Muscle atrophy (Physical stats have been significantly decreased)

yup...This guy was going to kill me if I played this like an idiot...Too convenient that I have exactly what I need to take him down.

Opening up my inventory, I pull out the small branch I had gotten not long ago. The branch of mistle-toe. Even with it, it will only take away his invulnerability. It will do nothing against his power and natural regeneration…..I will have to fight that on my own somehow.

I step next to Coulson and whisper in his ear, "If this guy is hostile then we don't have a chance for a fair fight" his eyes widen as I shove the branch into his pocket "Get this to Barton and make sure he can shoot it. We don't have anything else to fight him other than that."

I finish and quickly step forward. My armour was a bit singed, but it was intact. The veil was still covering my face...and I think my arm was also almost healed.

Looking at the limb, I briefly consider using the Command seal adorning it. Summoning Assassin to me now...would possibly help...But my long-term goals would be ruined. Especially as the expo is taking place today…

I had to handle this on my own.

The man looks at me and a small smile settles on his face. I had a positive reputation score with him, so there may be a chance that he likes me...or that maybe he is thankful for my help with Thor? These thoughts were dashed when he was just across from our group and began to clap.

"I have to see, this was quite the show you gave...I was expecting my little brother and the armour, but not you and the other two spirits. That was quite the….pleasing surprise" He lulls the last words as if he was drunk, but I knew he was as sober as he could be.

What I focused on was the fact that he referred to the others as spirits and maybe meant me as well. Could he know about what I truly a-

"No need to worry your pretty head about it... I know what you are woman." he chuckles while giving me a stare.

I seize up under my armour as he wanders closer," How could Asguard not. Ages ago, we sought your strongest warriors of mankind upon their passing to take them to Valhalla...But they weren't there. They had been whisked away to that realm of yours. We know what you are, but this is the first time ever seeing your kind.

A Ghost Liner. A being preserved by the history of humanity. A legend in your own….And I must say, this was quite fascinating. Asgardians have a habit of being rather arrogant when comparing themselves to mortal humans, but they never witnessed the humans of old. The heroes on villains of Midgard that cleaved their place in history...I had long sought to find one like yourself, but that reality was barred from all but the Allfather. What luck that I find myself encountering one of you on my own!"

He breaks out into laughter as I eye him with a tinge of anger. He apparently know what I actually was and it was in earshot of the group. I didn't know what else he knew, but I decided to cut him off before he could blab anymore. I take a sure step forward and say, "What do you want God of Light?"

His reaction was to stare at me with mild shock before bursting out into laughter, "Hahaha! No one has called me that since I stopped wearing shirts!... But you wanted an answer yes?" He slurred out after a short pause.

He looks past me and as I turn, I see that he was focusing on Dr Foster. He chuckles a bit more after taking in her features, "So this is the mortal that has proven my brother's fancy. Not someone I would be interested in... but to each their own."

He moves past me as he states," How do you think he will react...When he comes back, only to see his little muse butchered by my hands "

I quickly raise my spear and block his path at those words. I quickly ask, "What purpose is there in torturing Thor like that?"

He moves back a step as he observes the polearm, "I have my reasons spirit. Same as you, I imagine. But it would seem that we are to be enemies no? If anything you will be an adequate warm-up for Thor's return...I've always wanted to face your kind after all." His tone grew sharp and he quickly grabbed the spear and flung it away...with me flying away with it.

The sheer amount of force surprised me to no end. I had believed with his muscle atrophy to have progressed this much that he would be weaker or equal to Thor at the very least...But this was not the case. My only guess was the fact that Asgardians grow stronger with their age and experience. I'm guessing that he was the greatest example of this.

I was able to right myself in the air and skidded on the road as I landed. My feet were quickly embedded into the ground and I pulled out the Automag pistol once more. Might as well give it a try before completely getting rid of it.

Baldur focus was split between me and Jane, but that was quickly directed at me after a bullet slammed against his shoulder and fell to the ground, a small red mark appearing on the spot of impact afterwards….

Even with my enchantments, this was all it seemed capable of doing…

Well, it was worth a try at least, right?

'Sorta' I answer in my mind as I chuck the gun back into my inventory.

Thinking about it, in my servant form, I stood a decent chance against him.

Enhanced parameters:

Strength = 6000

Vitality = 4200

Dexterity = 2000

Wisdom = 2800

Intelligence = 4540

Charm = 1700

Luck = 1700

To sum things up, even with my power, I was slower, weaker and less durable. I was better in magical stats, but that isn't really something relevant to him. If I recall, he was a very physical Fighter who used fire and ice magic on occasion. Though looking at his skills, I was guessing there was more to it.

All in all, I think my best bet should be in the noble Phantasms at my disposal. Right now, Any damage I did would be healed with ease and I didn't match him in that unless I used healing magic…

But I needed to keep him busy anyway. And I needed to charge my noble phantasm as well. La Grondemont no Haine needed to absorb and redirect the attacks of my foes and added a bit of its own flair to the attack.

For now though...I was going to stall him until Barton could do his job.

I grab hold of my two weapons and rip them from the ground, "Well, you wanted a fight then you got it! I went through the effort of protecting these people and I'm not going to let some Drunk fuck show up and kill them anyway. So as cliche as it is and even though I'm standing on the other side, You will have to go through me first!"

After yelling that out, I quickly got into position. I squared my feet and gripped my weapons tightly.

"Well, it isn't as if I wasn't looking forward to this. Show me what you can do Ghost." He says with a small beckon. He slowly approaches me, indicating that he wasn't willing to go all out against me just yet…

I needed to prolong this as long as possible, but if I waited too long then he would grow bored and attack anyway….I could try to cripple him now that I thought of it. Healing factors are great and all but against certain types of attack, It has a chance to be irrelevant.

So he slowly approaching me was not going to do him any favours.

With quick focus, I cast hellfire which quickly engulfs his body. He didn't scream and one couldn't see any change on his body, but with inspection via my mystic eyes, the reason for this quickly became clear. The flesh of his body was burning away, but it was healing even faster. So it seemed as if his skin was actually unaffected.

The flames didn't stop his stride so I decided to switch things up. Before starting my new plan I wanted to yell out to the group but quickly stopped as I saw none of them. Foster and her group had run into a nearby building and Coulson off somewhere as well. This meant they wouldn't be blinded by what I was about to do.

The nature of the flames changed to something far more mundane, but just if not more lethal. The fire changed from a cold blue to a blinding white as Hellfire was transformed to a Magnesium fire burning at over 3000 degrees celsius.

It also had the feature of blinding everyone in the vicinity, including Baldur. It wasn't going to damage him, but enough distraction to hide the massive amounts of water I was conjuring.

The water soon coalesced and slammed into him, forming a sphere with his body at the centre. The intent was to drown him. Stats are not everything and with him distracted by the fire still burning, his lungs would be full of water before He could properly defend himself.

That was my plan...a plan that would inevitably fail obviously, but it was better than getting into a fistfight with him. The sphere of bubbling water and blazing lights soon came to an end when the entire body was flash frozen.

I cut of my supply of mana and the flames disappeared as Baldur's angered visage is revealed. The ice around him cracks and shatters as his arms swing around him.

"Are parlour tricks like this all you can do, spirit!?" He scoffs with a grin on his face. He was already having a bit of fun. Better than expected as I thought he would be bored...though this does mean that he might take me more serious...

Nevertheless, I do answer him "Not really, but I might as well try it before it's rendered completely useless. One should always use everything in their Arsenal. You never know what's actually effective before you try it."

His response comes in the form of a small chuckle, "Now who would have expected that from you of all people... That is an admirable quality, one when I myself actually follow. So forgive me if I now do the same." as the last words leave his mouth, he races forward.

Red flames gather at his fists and I barely find myself dodging the first blow as it scrapes past my armour. The second lands directly in the centre of my armour and shatters the glass and circuitry built on the surface.

-566,000 HP

The attack Knocks the air out of my lungs but the flames did not travel. I was still holding my spear and I had already started casting the Noble phantasm. It wouldn't be effective and I haven't even started the incantation, but it was already absorbing good portions of the damage.

He was a bit confused at the lacking effect of his magic, leaving him distracted for my own attack. With him now in close range, I swipe at him with my sword and easily slice through his arm...until it gets caught between his muscles. I let go of the blade and kick him in the chest, jumping away to a considerable distance.

He rips the blade out of his forearm and the injury heals in moments. The arm was sliced in two and is now perfectly fine after such a short time. Rather than attack, he inspects the sword, making me quickly summon the weapon back to my hand. It was my noble Phantasm after all, so it was intrinsically a part of me. It would obey my command.

He looks up after the blade disappeared with an annoyed look, "Please tell me there is more to the fight than you biting and running like some small beast. Aren't you meant to be more than that?"

The words strike a chord with me...I had my irrational pride too and he was proding at that. Might as well go at it like an idiot then. I just needed to buy more time right now.

I rematerialise the blade in my hand and launch myself forward. He Kicks up some of the melted water that had formed into a puddle at his feet and braces himself for the coming impact. Whatever attack he had planned with his cryomancy would hardly work as I was just a tad faster. He barely flinches as the sword pierces through his ribcage and pierces through to the other side while my spear brutally rips up his shoulder.

I wanted to try something similar to before. Let go of the weapons before he could grab hold of me and simply rematerialise them. The issue is that he was no idiot.

I found my hands stuck to the grips and quickly realised that the water he had splashed on me was now freezing my gauntlets stuck to the hilts. Before I could properly try to escape, His forehead slammed into my face and cracked the headpiece adorning it.

-1,166,000 HP

I see stars as I recoil from having my nose broken. Blood starts dripping down my face and I rip at my arms in order to break free. This ice was the work of a god though..and I found it quite difficult in breaking out as he was still supplying it with his magic. I amtoo late as I eventually feel his hands grab hold of my neck and squeeze.

-211.000 HP

The pain was immense and I could feel the bones in my throat crack under the pressure he applied. I grow desperate from the damage and come up with a rather stupid plan

-211.000 HP

With my arms stuck, I channel magic into my legs and the blue hue of Hellfire bursts from my feet. Leaning backwards, I'm able to unbalance him with the weapons still lodged within him. With a quick movement, I jump up with both feet and steady myself with my armaments as I kick his face with all the force I could muster. I grin with a devilish smile as I see his skull bend backwards to an unnatural degree. It was clear that his own neck was broken from that attack.

The momentum practically flings us apart, my weapons ripping out of his body in a guttural motion. I land on my ass and quickly envelop my hands with fire to remove the ice keeping them locked.

-50.000 HP

It may have been overkill to use hellfire on myself, but it got the job done at least. I rip to my feet and look over to Baldur. The removal of my weapons had exposed quite a few of his organs, but they were healing already. His spine was righting itself and he was already steadying himself on one knee.

I look down at the spear in my hands…It was practically pulsating with power now. I had collected more than enough damage. Considering that I only got a portion of the damage I should have gotten, I consider the possibility that I might have even died if not for it. But I can't dwell on something like this.

Right now was the time to unleash what I had.

"Fuck it" I say as I rip the cloth free from its bounds and reveal the flag to all onlookers. I stab the back of the spear into the ground and begin my Chant.

"All evil is here."

Baldur was already back on his feet and his eyes widened as he realised that my current chant was for something considerably more powerful than I usually used. He breaks into a sprint and barrels right towards me.

"The time for revenge has come!"

As his fist closes in for another strike, I grip the pole-arm even tighter as I close my eyes to focus. The ear-shattering Sound of his fist being repelled by my noble phantasm brings a sense of absolute joy. The power swelling within the polearm increased.

"This is the roar of my soul that was polished by hatred..."

I opened my eyes to see him punching the barrier once more and following up with another. With every strike of literal god-like strength, The power only increased and I was almost afraid that the noble phantasm could break under the sheer amount of energy it now contained.

But I was done with the incantation.

I take my sword and throw it with a reinforced arm directly at the god. The doesn't pierce his body on account of it spinning in the air, but the grip does slam into his hip, unbalancing him in the process and even pushing him back to a degree. It was all I needed to finish this.

I rip my Flag-spear from the ground and sprint right next to him. I didn't need to be near to him for this, but this way, the only thing behind him was an empty street and the desert sands of New Mexico.

I scream as loud as I possibly could and unleashed the power that had been building up in one fiery attack

"La Grondement Du Haine!"

A chaotic swirl of red, purple and blue flames cascade outwards and hit the Norse god with all the force he had employed to fight me and more. He held up his arms in defence, but it hardly did anything when the flames hit him. Even when he tried to freeze the air around him, it didn't work. The street and buildings around him began to burn and what didn't catch flame melted into a puddle. He was faring barely any better. I could practically see the skin melting from his bones and couldn't help but smile as black spears materialised beneath him.

He was Impaled by the weapons and the flames congealed into a small sphere with him at the centre before exploding. The shockwave destroys any windows in the area and breaks the concrete beneath our feet.

When the dust cleared, I saw what was left of the great Baldur. All that I could say was the charred husk of a man, blackened beyond compare. Pieces crumbled from his lifeless fingers...Which were then raised in a slow movement.

His head raised to stare at me. It was a charred skull without eyes or flesh which opened its mouth as its almost skeletal hands begin clapping. The mouth moved as if he was laughing and as the colour of flesh slowly returned, so did the noise of his laughter as well. His vocal cords were already regenerating. He was still impaled by the spears, but they were slowly dematerialising themselves.

I had used up 5 Million units of Mana with that Attack...and I'm just utterly shocked that he was still...alive.

"I knew facing a servant like yourself would be something else, but I never expected this! You have my heart ablaze like no other warrior spirit! No one has ever inflicted so much upon me!" He said as he began breaking the spears holding him up. The summoned weapons crumbled with ease as i could only watch.

My legs felt like they were going to give out. Sure I would be fine with HP and MP in a few minutes...But I didn't have a few minutes.

So as the last spear breaks and the god who now only looked like a third-degree burn victim gets up to his feet once more, I reinforce my throat and scream as loud as I could, "Barton! If you can hear me then TAKE THE SHOT NOW!

Baldur only stared with confusion, but that quickly turned to understanding as we both saw an arrow arching over the city and racing towards him. It was only a few feet away from Baldur's back as his eyes finally focused on it. We both saw it, our reflexes and speed allowed for it after all. It means that Baldur could very well attempt to dodge the arrow….but in the end...he doesn't. Wasnt even sure he could have. I guess that's a point to Hawkeye for shooting an arrow that was able to catch even a god by surprise.

As the green piece of wood pierces his skin, I couldn't help but breathe out in sheer relief. I did consider myself unlucky that it didn't pierce his art or anything, but it pierced him nevertheless.

Baldur soon grew surprised as the tattoo's on his chest began to glow. His skin was practically healed, but patches of raw skin were still visible. He slowly touched those parts as his other arm pulled the arrow from his pack. He grunted with a slight yelp from the sensation.

"I...I felt that...I actually felt it!...Hahaha" He inspects the arrow in his and the pain that was now ripping through his body, "I can feel this! All of it. My skin, my flesh! I can feel the very air upon my skin! The sun shining down on me! The heat! The blood flowing down my back! HAHAHAH!" he breaks out into wicked laughter.

I shrug my shoulders once and rematerialise my weapons in my arms...Though they felt heavy in my arms. I let them clatter to the ground, the sound getting Baldur's attention.

"You! To think you could do what the greatest minds of all of Asgard could not! How! How did you do it! Frigga never knew why her enchantment couldn't be broken, How is it that this small thing, devoid of magic or power was able to do it?" He faced me with a gleeful stare.

I roll my shoulders and take up a close courter's stance as I answer, "She sought the vows of all things to never do harm to you. From heat to swords, this included many things...But one little thing she forgot was the Mistle-toe. A plant not quite capable of making such a vow in her mind, but it was still one she should have sought. That is why it was the only thing capable of breaking the enchantment, or the only thing keeping it intact." I stated.

Obviously, I had no clue how it actually worked. My mystic eyes were kinda garbage with divinity apparently so I had to improvise based on what I remembered from the game and glancing interest in the subject. Did it fit with all the different iterations involved here? No idea.

Did it distract him as I let my regeneration do its thing? It most certainly did.

Baldur raises his brows in interest, "So that's the kind of spirit you are then… Not a being of open battles but schemes in the shadows yes? I generally despise your kind, but I do hold respect for you. On account of your actions and willingness to fight in the open when tasked with it. Not bad at all for a hero of Humanity."

I was glad he began talking himself, even if it bought me less than a minute. Even so, using more magic now could undermine my servant form. And fighting him with bare fists was not an actual option…

Realistically...only one option remained.

"Baldur...With the enchantment gone...Is there still any reason for us to fight?!" I ask as I grip the sides of my armour. Let most sections except for the headpiece and the Chestplate dissipate. Right now it would only wear me down if i was being honest. For the combat encounters in the future, I needed something more as it really didn't cut it anymore.

Baldur laughs as he slowly approaches me again, "While I admit that you are somewhat correct, It would leave quite a bad taste in my mouth to leave this unfinished. And I take that very seriously as I've just regained taste after all. You fought to such a vigorous extent so it is only fair I do the same. Besides, you can always seek revenge in your next incarnation" He stated.

Negotiations failed, but I wasn't counting on him. Hell, I was hoping for them to fail even. Because at the end of the day, I wanted him dead. I wanted the reward for killing him and I wanted to get back at him for all the fear I felt in his presence. He didn't get to walk away from this.

I slowly walk forward and pull something special from my inventory.

"Isn't that a bit unsuitable for this girl? That weapon is far too large to be even called a sword."

I could only chuckle at the fact that he made an accidental reference with that...or perhaps it was fate, "The hand of God"...Either way, I didn't care anymore. I was done with this.

"Baldur….if you survive this, then you will have actually earned my death...Because I don't have anything else left."

I raise the Giant blade with one arm and assume the stance. I breathe out and yell out with steady breath, "Nine Lives: Ignis Alter!"

With blue flames all around me, I race forward.


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The battle going on in the desert of America was being viewed by many being across the cosmos, but to a select few, it was of greater importance.

In the mountainous region of Greece, within a realm of the earth but not quite a part of it was Olympus. There was Zeus, the father of the Greek gods who looked on in interest as the Heroic Spirit battled against Baldur. He had been surprised at this development. To See a heroic spirit isn't something that has ever truly happened and to witness them battling one of the strongest gods in existence was also quite the spectacle.

But when Baldur lost his immortality and the spirit revealed that blade, the onlooking gods quickly realised the nature of this threat.

The girl raced forward with the massive blade in hand and within a single instant, Baldur had been bisected 5 times. He died in an instant, not at all expecting such a fate. Baldur the brave...Had found his end in Battle. Not against a god, but against a human entity.

The gods of Olympus stared on in shock. Heracles was affected more than others and quickly left the chamber. Other gods assumed this was due to shock as he himself had battled Baldur many times, but a select few noticed the concern and panic etched on his face. He knew something that others did not after all.

Across the confines of space stood Asgard. With the Chaos going on between Thor and his brother Loki, no one was focused on what Baldur had left to do. But when Frigga felt the magic of his enchantment dissolve, she was already fearing the worst. It was moments later when Odin returned, tears trailing down from his one eye and told them of Baldur's demise.

Loki had already been lost to them. Not in body but in mind. He was currently in the cells beneath Asgard. Thor and Odin had convinced him to stop his destruction of Jotunheim, but the rage within him endured. Loki was quiet, dwelling on the secrets he had learned..and the death of his brother.

The family was undergoing enough issues...and with Baldur now gone as well. THings would not return to Normal.

Loki for one was not going to be imprisoned by those that had lied to him for so long. He would not be treated in the same manner as Baldur was.

He was awaiting trial and hadn't been properly processed. Meaning that the cell he was in was not properly secured to deal with him. He escaped the cell with ease while leaving a copy of himself within. It will be quickly unravelled as deception if inspected, but it would do for now. |

He snuck through the underbelly of Asguard and soon found a rift in space that would take him to Vanaheim. It would do for now, but his final destination...Was Midgard...He wasn't sure if he wanted revenge for Baldur… They hadn't been close in ages, but he still owed him. At the very least, he could make the effort to retrieve his body. It was more than what Asguard would be capable of doing for quite some time…

Another group of viewers came in the form of the Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj. They had been focusing on the region since Thor had arrived, but their interest was split when the presence of Jeanne was noticed. The creation of a Demon in the hospital and the magic she employed in the battle were very disconcerting. To such a degree that the Ancient one had properly realised that Kaecillus was in all probability compromised and that there was more to Jeanne than she expected at first. She had decided that a confrontation with Jeanne had to happen as soon as possible.

The viewer who would cause the greatest change was probably Kevin Johnson. He was a simple Shopworker at radioshack who had missed the evacuation on account of taking a nap in the storeroom with his headphones plugged in. The tremors of the battle were enough to eventually wake him. When he saw the destruction and danger outside, his first instinct was not to run for safety...but rather to record whatever footage he could of the battle and then to upload it on the internet soon after. Before SHIELD even knew of this, it had already spread far and wide.

When mainstream media started covering the story, the MACUSA eventually learned of the events as well...With a public showing of magic to that degree, but also the involvement of what were technically aliens, new opportunities and threats were available.

A god was killed. And the world would change.

Jeanne herself had found herself exhausted after the battle to an unprecedented degree. The body of Baldur was quickly placed in her inventory and a few words were shared with Coulson before she left the state of New Mexico altogether.

SHIELD counted her as an ally now, whether or not that was a good thing….only time would tell. The battle had some unforeseen consequences here as well. The destroyer armour was recovered and would be reverse-engineered. Energy readings were taken and samples were recovered. Among them, was blood belonging to both Baldur, but also to the woman who killed him.

It was an oversight she had made in her exhaustion and would surely regret it. Even with SHIELD agreeing to her deal, they couldn't resist learning her secrets nevertheless…

But this was an Issue, that Jeanne would not have to handle in quite some time.

Because when she had returned to her home, she was quickly surprised by a portal opening beneath her feet. She fell onto her back as she found herself in the mountains of the Sanctum Sanctorum once more.


Due to System complications,

Changes to the game could not be shown in realtime

Log:

Quest completed

The one worthy of Mjölnir

Objective 1: Help Thor to become worthy of Mjölnir (completed)
Reward: +10 Reputation with Thor; +5 Reputation with Odin; +5 Reputation with Sif; Grimoire: Lightning Elemental Magic

Objective 2: Help Thor defeat Loki's Champion (completed)
Reward: +10 Reputation with Thor; -10 Reputation with Loki; Destroyer Armor Blueprint; Catalyst: Rider

Hidden Objective: Defeat/Kill Baldur
Reward: +(-10) Reputation with Thor, +(-20) Reputation with Odin, +(-30) Reputation with Frigga, +(-40) Reputation with Loki,

Grimoire of divine enchantment,+200,000,000 XP

XP Total: +981,000,000 Xp

Level up x 231

Jeanne Dark Lv 180 - 411

Class= Magus (Thaumaturgy)(Maxed out ) / Avenger

Sub class = Engineer 80 - (maxed out)

Secondary Sub class = [] LV 211

Engineer class. Grants 2 INT per Level. Triples experience gain of all technological skills.

Race= Demi-servant

Title= Lucky Gamer LUC +30

Lv= 53 (8,200 /480,000 Xp)

Hp= 7,560,000 - 17,262,200 HP (LV x VIT x 100)

Mp= 8,172,000 - 20,303,400 + (500,000 ARC) MP (LV x INT x 100)

Hpr= 756,000 - 1,726,220 HP/m (LV x VIT x 10)

Mpr= 1,699,920 - 2,863,437 + (1,000,000 ARC) MP/m (LV x ((INT/2) +(WIS x 2)) x 12)

Money: Cash =( 229.250$ )

Stats(128) - (359)

Strength = 600

Vitality = 420

Dexterity = 200

Wisdom = 280

Intelligence = 454 - 494

Charm = 170

Luck = 170

Log End


Kamar-taj

Jeanne Dark

Finding myself in front of an entourage of sorcerers was not how I wanted to spend the rest of my day, but these guys apparently thought it right to do this anyway.

I quickly got up to my feet and was about to ask what they wanted when I saw what was really around me. They were armed with artefacts and magic which was already cast. I also noticed that I myself was standing in a magical circle of sorts.

"I can imagine you are rather surprised right now Jeanne, but do know that it is with good reason." The voice of the Ancient One echoes out and I quickly focus on her strained face.

"I will admit that i hold the blame for this as well. I should never have let you out of the reach of this compound when you were first taken here...But I didn't. And the Demonic energy within you has exploded in power. To such an extent that you now hold dominion over demons and use their magic with reckless abandon. Innocents are going to be hurt in the path you have laid out Jeanne and we have stopped this before it could proceed anymore."

She steps away to reveal the demon I had summoned in New Mexico. His body was a rotting husk, but i know it was his. Things were not looking too good.

"These things could have perhaps been mended with time and effort...But then I saw your noble Phantasm.."

I knew where this was going and scoffed in annoyance as I inspected the circle around me. Feeling around with my hands revealed it to be a sort of barrier keeping me in here, but nothing more. If I play this smart, then I can still get out. And if not, I could dump all the new stat points I got into a stat. After all, I had just killed someone with a level nearly 7 times bigger than mine.

This wasn't technically a combat situation so doing that isn't outside the realm of possibility.

"That spear was fueled by hatred and Despair Jeanne. It was an unholy power so far from anything you would have used. What could have possibly caused this?" She asked…

It was the kind that had driven me to the edge so often...but this time, It didn't bother me. I had accepted it as part of who I was after all. And it was time that she did the same.

"My soul was altered by Gilles before his death. His work is the only reason I am even alive. I knew who I was from the beginning but I lied to you when we first met." I answer with a slight grin on my face.

The wrinkles on the Sorcerer Supreme's face deepened with every word as I continued, "I am not the saint you met centuries ago. I am an avenger. While I resist my nature, at the end of the day, I am a spirit of vengeance. That is a simple fact of my being and it is not something you can ever change...no matter how much you or I try to do so…."

Her eyes held sadness as she learned what I had become, but I at least saw no questioning of what I had said. She believed me….

Before anyone could do anything else, I dumped all of my Stats into my Luck. I considered Intelligence at first, but that wasn't really gonna help always.
I gave it 20 points though, and that always helped.

The sudden increase of my magical presence was noticed by the sorcerers around me. The ancient one herself began a spell of some kind as the others supported her, "You were my friend once Jeanne...But that cannot prevent me from fulfilling my duties to this world. You are a being that cannot remain here anymore. Kaecillius will be taken care of and anyone else that you may have corrupted will as well. Know that this is not easy for me, but I must do it all the same." She says as her hands begin to shine….with a green light. As the necklace's emblem on her neck opens up, a sense of Panic shoots through my body. This bitch was using an infinity stone on me!

Jeanne! Please tell me you can get out of this!

I quickly activated my servant state once more for the sake of benefiting from the newly increased intelligence. My arsenal was badly suited for a defence against time manipulative attacks...Even if I broke out of this trap, I wouldn't be able to evade that

Therefore my plan had to be an escape for now. And the best means to do that lay in the sling ring I quickly pulled from my inventory. The first portal I made was blank and to my dismay, this was due to not being able to connect to any location outside of this dome….

Let's fix that for now. A servant's body was phantasmal to a degree, so launching myself at the barrier with the sword in hand easily broke through it. In the moment I escaped though, a green beam from the Timestone shot out towards me and I created a portal between it and myself in order to escape. The goal was to leave towards Los Angeles. It wasn't my home but it could give me a headstart. Especially if I made it to Lucifer.

Before I made it through The blast reached the portal, prompting me to freeze in my tracks. I quickly try to destroy the portal and summon another...A new portal opens up in place of the previous….But the old one didn't dissipate.

Green blasts of lighting and energy blasted around the portal as it shattered and overlapped with the other. The colliding portals started sucking everything around them. A bird was the first victim to be taken by the magical reaction...the next thing was naturally me.

I had been right next to it after all.

As my vision is fried by swirls of green and golden energy, I think that I really should be getting a break.

Chances looked slim as reality within the portal was….rather strange. It reminded me of a kaleidoscopic view that was ever-changing in every conceivable way. I saw planets turn to microbes, Electrons became stars. I was one hell of a trip and It ended as abruptly as it began.

Soon enough, I found myself flung into cool air with sunlight shining down on my skin. I crashed and tumbled through a decent patch of plants and dirt, leaving behind a decent crater.

Looking around and sensing no immediate danger...other than maybe being licked by a cow, I let my body relax into the dirt as I simply began breathing in and out…

I could relax for now. After all, I was in some meadow in the middle of nowhere. I should have at least 10 minutes before the next Bullshit encounter started. It could have been worse though. I could have ended up in the vacuum of space or some other terrible place. Just the fact that i was probably still on earth was honestly a blessing.


Kamar-Taj

The Ancient One looked at the closing portal with a small look of dissatisfaction. Did she succeed in putting the tainted soul of her old friend to rest?

Frowning the Ancient One decided to use the Time-stone to look forward in time to see if Jeanne returned during her lifetime. Almost immediately the Ancient One fell on her knees though as every single timeline she was watching showed her only one thing.

Humanities or even the entire Earth's destruction!

Horrific visions appeared before her eyes.

Millions of Timelines in which Earth was covered in black Mud that made all the beings on Earth go insane and slaughter each other, Timelines in which a purple-skinned Alien with several Infinity Stones killed her or Steven Strange before taking the Time-Stone, Timelines where the entire Planet died from a Celestial bursting from its surface, Timelines where other-dimensional beings like Shuma-Gorath or Dormammu destroyed the planet, Timelines where a robotic being called Ultron destroyed the Planet and Timelines where the great Beast of Apocalypse Trihexa 666 suddenly appeared and destroyed Humanity.

No matter which Timeline she was looking at, the Ancient One couldn't find a single Timeline where Humanity managed to survive. What was happening? She had seen some of these events happening before but Humanity triumphed more often than not. What had happened that caused this shift...

With a look of horror, the Ancient One looked at the spot where she maybe had killed the Reincarnation of one of Humanity's greatest Heroes. Every single Sorcerer in Kamar-Taj snapped their heads towards the Ancient One when she let out these words:

"I...I may have made quite the mistake."


Author's Note:

What's up Fuckers! This is the final chapter for this fic. Now then. Do not worry about this being the complete end of the story as it really isn't.

Simply put, I have had quite some motivation issues with continuing this fic and decided a while ago to simply finish it. The issue lies in the Gamer Mechanics. As much fun as it is to read a gamer story, making one can be a giant pain. And it has been getting worse and worse for me.

So the sequel to this fic will have a more simplistic system or the gamer mechanics will only be mentioned in passion rather than having me slave away at stat sheets and all that.

But enough about my complaints.

What happens now?

Well, I have had 2 projects. One is to obviously start a sequel fic with the ideas I've mentioned. This will take a while to even start though. Because right now? I really don't feel like it.

The other idea is to have Jeanne travel the multiverse in a grand old Omake adventure. This is probably what I would be working on first. It allows me more flexibility while also allowing me to implement some dumb ideas I had here and there.

I thank all the readers and supporters of this story and hope you continue reading my fics in the future. Have a wonderful week and if I don't see you again, A Merry Christmas and a Happy Newyear!

PS: Billy the kid's true name was taken from Fate. It's an amalgamation of his real name and alias, so don't complain about that. Complain to the nasuverse if anything.

PPS: This chapter is going to be beta'd again, but I wanted to post it once for now.