Player 10,000 Year Later (Chainsaw Man ,The Boys) Multiverse later

by xanderzone23

A powerful Gamer MC, the Demon King, descends upon the chaotic crossover world of Chainsaw Man and The Boys, a place where he doesn't belong. With unmatched strength and cunning, he seeks to reclaim his full power—and he fully intends to gather the most captivating women for his harem along the way. Gamer MC . Harem, lemons in the future.

24. Gone international , Multiverse Detour

The atmosphere in Stan Edgar's office was heavy with tension. Seated at his desk, the CEO of Vought International leaned back in his chair, his steely gaze fixed on the skyline of New York City. Yet, his thoughts were far from the city's bustling streets. His mind was preoccupied with a single name: Kang Woo.

The man managed to steal Homelander's powers, Stan thought, his fingers steepled in front of him. Left him with nothing but super strength, using nothing more than a medallion. The scene replayed in his head—the chaos, the mockery. Homelander, stripped of his flight, laser vision, and near-godlike dominance, rendered a shadow of his former self.

And that wasn't the worst of it.

Most of The Seven were incapacitated, having been utterly humiliated in their encounters with Kang Woo and the enigmatic Makima. Edgar's analytical mind raced to piece together the fragments of information they had on her. The Control Devil. He had some understanding of her abilities, her manipulation of others through force of will. But Kang Woo... Kang Woo was a mystery.

"No one knows what he is," Edgar muttered under his breath. "No one knows what he can do." His jaw tightened as he recalled the reports. A man who summoned a chimera bird to taunt Homelander. Who created an army of T-800s—machines straight out of a fictional movie—out of nothing. If it weren't for Starlight's intervention, those machines would have razed New York to the ground.

A knock on the door broke his train of thought. Without waiting for a response, Madelyn Stillwell entered, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Her expression was controlled but edged with nervous energy.

"Sir," she began, "I need to clarify something. This entire situation with Kang Woo and Makima—it was Stormfront's suggestion. The Tournament of Heroes—that debacle was her doing. None of this has anything to do with me."

Stan Edgar's cold gaze shifted to her. "Stormfront is in no position to take responsibility for anything right now," he said, his tone icy. "She's heavily injured. A lightning bolt, summoned out of nowhere, struck her down during her fight with that Devil Hunter... Kishibe." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "And yet, here you are, trying to deflect blame. Playing with forces you clearly don't understand."

Madelyn bristled but maintained her composure. "I only wanted what's best for the company," she said, her voice steady. "The supes we've created have always been... subpar. If we could make devil contracts—"

"Enough." Edgar's voice cut through her explanation like a blade. "I know exactly what you want. You want to capture Makima. To dissect her. To understand more about devils. You think that's the key to closing the gap."

Madelyn took a step back, sensing the simmering anger beneath his calm exterior. Edgar stood, his imposing presence filling the room.

"But you didn't account for the man standing beside her," he continued. "Kang Woo—a man whose power we don't even have the tools to measure. A man who nearly turned New York City into Judgment Day." He gestured sharply toward the reports on his desk. "We are not dealing with something we can control, Madelyn. And if you can't see that, you're more of a liability than an asset."

Madelyn's face paled, but she quickly masked her unease. "I'll make sure this doesn't escalate further, sir," she said, her voice clipped.

"Funny," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "that's exactly what you said during the White Devil Incident. An event we know nothing about, except that it humiliated Homelander by easily dismantling him. What I care about isn't just that, though." His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk. "What I care about is the sudden disappearance of 20 tons of Compound V. And now, this problem. You've already racked up two monumental fuck-ups."

Madelyn's composure faltered, and she opened her mouth to respond, but Edgar raised a hand, silencing her. "You didn't tell me the White Devil just spawned behind Peter January," he continued. "I only recently found out he was at Sage Grove Center, medically dead, and somehow revived—at the top of a pile of corpses in the disposal room. Corpses your grunts tried to sweep under the rug."

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. "And then, of course, there's the truth about Peter January. Starlight's brother, publicly declared dead in a house fire. In reality? Secretly captured by you and your grunts."

Madelyn's heart pounded, and her mind raced. Please don't fire me. Fuckkkkkkk, she thought, the desperation clawing at her composure.

Edgar continued, his voice colder than ever. "What's happened has happened. Whether we win the Tournament of Heroes or not—and let me be very clear, I am extremely fucking sure we'll lose, no matter what supes we throw at Kang Woo—that doesn't change the damage. But this is your secret task now." He pointed a finger at her, his gaze sharp. "Control the media. At the very least, keep Vought's image clean."

Madelyn blinked, her breath catching. "Does that mean… I get a second chance?"

Edgar smirked faintly, leaning back once more. "I have my reasons for not firing you," he said coolly. "But yes, you can consider this your second chance. Now, leave me alone."

Madelyn's relief was palpable as she nodded and quickly left the office, her gratitude tempered by the weight of the task ahead. Once the door clicked shut, Stan Edgar sat in silence, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

He muttered to himself, his voice low and bitter. "Seven more years. Just seven more years, and I'll retire. I'll dump this entire mess on Madelyn."

A faint smirk played on his lips as he imagined the day, but it quickly faded. The storm surrounding Vought and the chaos Kang Woo had unleashed wasn't going away anytime soon. And Edgar knew better than anyone—control was fleeting when you didn't fully understand the forces at play.

Meanwhile, on a snowy plane field deep in the woods of her territory, Santa Claus, the mysterious figure contracted with the Doll Devil, stood alongside her student Tolka. The frosty air was thick with tension as Santa held up a photograph, revealing the image of a man standing beside Makima.

"Our next job," Santa said, her voice cold and deliberate, "is not to hunt wild foxes like we usually do, nor devils. This time, it's to kill the man beside Makima." She pointed to the photo, her tone sharpening. "Kill him. Carve out his heart. That's our mission—live or die."

Tolka, usually obedient and stoic, furrowed his brows. For the first time, his voice broke the silence with something unexpected. "I refuse, Master."

Santa turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "Why, Tolka?" she asked, her tone tinged with both curiosity and irritation.

Tolka straightened his stance, meeting her gaze unflinchingly. "Master, you may not have heard this—or perhaps you've chosen to ignore it—but recently, all of Japan's citizens have been forbidden from harming Makima or the man beside her. His name is Kang Woo."

Santa's expression didn't waver, though her silence urged him to continue.

Tolka inhaled deeply, his tone firm. "Kang Woo is no ordinary man. I've heard whispers about him—rumors that he can speak directly to the Hell Devil, not as someone who requires massive sacrifices to strike a deal, but as though he's a boss commanding a subordinate."

Santa's eyes widened ever so slightly, her composure momentarily slipping. "You're certain of this?" she asked, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

"Yes, Master," Tolka replied, his voice steady. "Unlike us, who must offer so much for so little, Kang Woo doesn't need sacrifices. He commands. And the Hell Devil listens."

Tolka's gaze softened slightly, though his voice remained steady. "However, if you insist, Master, I will still help you. You've always been there for me, and... you only have half a year to live." He hesitated, his tone carrying an undercurrent of sadness. "But—"

Before he could finish, a dark word emerged on the table between them, its presence eerie and unnatural. The letters seemed to writhe as they formed, glowing faintly with a sinister energy. The message was clear:

"Change of deal. Do not try to kill the man beside Makima. Instead, convince him to come to a certain location. I need to speak with him. Whether you succeed or not, you will still receive part of my flesh as promised."

Santa's eyes narrowed as she studied the message, her thoughts racing. Huh... the Darkness Devil is changing the mission? Opting for an easier path and still keeping its promise? She tapped her finger against the table, her calculating nature kicking in. Why would it care so much about Kang Woo? Even primal fears rarely shift their terms.

Tolka broke the silence, his voice quieter but tinged with vindication. "Looks like I was right, Master. He's way out of our league... even for a primal fear like the Darkness Devil to change its conditions."

Santa didn't reply immediately, her mind working furiously. Her expression betrayed no emotion, but inside, a mix of annoyance and intrigue stirred. So, the task is to convince him instead? The Darkness Devil clearly sees him as more than just a nuisance. But how do I approach this without overstepping?

Finally, she spoke, her voice cold but focused. "Let me think. I'll need to devise a way to play my part in this... new arrangement." Her gaze flicked to Tolka. "We'll proceed carefully. If we fail to convince him, the Darkness Devil will still keep its word. But if we succeed, we might learn why this Kang Woo is so important."

In Qingdao City, amidst the calm night in China, Quanxi lay in a state of peaceful sleep alongside her companions, the Fiends who loyally followed her. The stillness was suddenly broken as she stirred, woken by the sharp knock of an officer at her door.

"You've got a job, Quanxi," the officer said as she lazily sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Capture this man—the one always referred to as the 'man beside Makima.' Although, we've started dubbing him 'Makima's slave.'"

Quanxi yawned, stretching before replying, "What did I miss in the news this time? I've always believed ignorance is bliss, but something tells me I'll regret not hearing this."

The officer straightened, his voice steady. "Japan's Prime Minister Kentaro made an official announcement. No personnel, no civilians, no one, is allowed to harm him or Makima. Any harm toward him is considered a crime. And if this man tries to kill you, no Public Safety Devil Hunter nor police will assist you. They've made it clear: you're on your own."

Quanxi blinked, her expression briefly shifting from casual disinterest to mild curiosity. "And why's that?"

The officer hesitated but continued. "Makima has been hailed as a hero for supposedly defeating the King of Devils. Her identity as the Control Devil was leaked, but it didn't seem to matter. However, what caused an uproar was when she announced her resignation as Commander of the Public Safety Devil Hunters. During that announcement, she also accused Prime Minister Kentaro of selling Japan to Vought International."

Quanxi's brow furrowed as she leaned forward, her interest piqued. "She said that publicly?"

The officer nodded grimly. "Yes. It caused nationwide panic, but—strangely—the chaos subsided mysteriously within days."

Quanxi leaned back, crossing her arms. In her thoughts, she recalled the events of the past few days. Bullshit. 'Mysteriously subsided.' I saw the same thing everyone else did. That monster in the sky. It wasn't just in Japan—it covered the skies of China and the rest of the world. Anyone who looked at it was terrified. And the timing... it lines up perfectly. That wasn't a coincidence.

Her gaze sharpened as she addressed the officer. "What's the reward for this job?"

The officer's posture straightened further. "The general has authorized any request to the best of our ability, should you succeed."

Quanxi leaned back, crossing her arms. Her gaze lingered on the officer for a moment before she spoke. "Let me take a closer look at the picture."

The officer nodded, handing it to her. "Here."

Quanxi's sharp eyes scanned the image. Her brow furrowed slightly as she noted something curious: It's not the man following Makima—it's Makima following him. In her thoughts, the realization deepened. The Control Devil, whose identity and methods I've known long before her public exposure, is following this man willingly. A devil capable of eavesdropping through birds or rats... submitting to someone else's lead? That's no slave. This flips the dynamic completely.

She lowered the photo, her tone calm but firm. "How about this: I drop him off at a certain location in Japan, and you do the rest? From what I see, he's not her slave. It's Makima who's following him."

The officer shook his head, his expression unyielding. "No can do. You're one of our personnel. It's your job to do this, and your request will be granted once you've completed it."

Quanxi's irritation flickered briefly as she prepared to argue further, but before she could, one of her Fiends stirred from sleep. Cosmo, her ever-unpredictable companion, sat up and immediately began chanting her single word: "Halloween. Halloween. Halloooooweeen." The repetitive monotone echoed in the quiet room, breaking the tension slightly.

Another Fiend, Pingstsi, rubbed her eyes as she joined the conversation. "I want donuts for the reward," she declared plainly, as if that settled the matter.

Quanxi sighed, shaking her head with a faint smirk. "Alright," she said at last, looking back at the officer. "If I manage to capture this man, my condition is this: give my Fiends basic education and proper human rights. Deal?"

The officer hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I see what I can do. But be advised: if you want us—the government—to assist with an ambush or anything similar, you'll need to participate in an acceptable plan."

Quanxi tilted her head slightly, a faint grin tugging at her lips. " I'll think of something."

After a few hours, Quanxi and her Devil Fiends arrived in the bustling streets of Tokyo, Japan. Or rather, what should have been bustling. Despite it being noon, the capital city's streets seemed eerily empty. The usual lively crowds were replaced by a ghostly quiet, with only a few scattered people walking briskly, avoiding eye contact.

Quanxi's sharp gaze swept over the scene. Something felt off.

Before she could voice her thoughts, a familiar figure appeared further down the street. Kishibe, hands casually tucked into his coat pockets, strolled with his usual nonchalant air. As his eyes landed on Quanxi and her Fiends, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. "Huh," he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Never thought I'd see you back here."

Before Quanxi could respond, Pingstsi stepped forward, her voice cutting through the quiet. "You have three Devil contracts," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "But you're still just an ordinary guy. Let's gobble him up."

Quanxi's hand shot out, firmly grabbing Pingstsi by the shoulder. "We're here to gather information," she said, her tone calm but authoritative. "Not to cause an uproar."

Pingstsi huffed, crossing her arms but staying put, while Kishibe chuckled, his smirk widening. "Still the same, huh? Ever the pragmatist." His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he teased, "So... do I still have a chance?"

Quanxi rolled her eyes, her expression flat. "I'm still into girls, not men. I'm a lesbian, and you know it."

Kishibe shrugged, clearly unfazed. "Doesn't hurt to keep testing my chances."

Quanxi sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Talking on the street like this makes us look like a bunch of idiots. Let's head to that café instead." She pointed to Futamichi Café, a modest establishment just across the street.

Kishibe nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. "Lead the way, then."

At Futamichi Café, Quanxi and her Fiends took their seats, while Kishibe sat across from them. The café was eerily empty—no waitstaff, no other patrons. The silence pressed down heavily, broken only by the faint hum of the lights overhead.

Quanxi leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes fixed on Kishibe. "How are you doing , old dog? Still chained with a collar?"

Kishibe smirked faintly, taking a cigarette from his pocket but not lighting it. "Got promoted. Went from captain to commander. Someone had to fill Makima's spot after she resigned."

Quanxi raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement crossing her face. "Not gonna pull out one of your notebooks to scribble down your cryptic thoughts?"

Kishibe shook his head. "Makima gave her word. Said there wouldn't be any more birds or rats spying on me—or on the people of Japan."

Quanxi's amused expression faded, replaced by a skeptical look. "What? And you believe that? Just like that? Someone like Makima doesn't care about promises like that. She doesn't give a shit about anything."

Kishibe took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly before replying. "Makima's already seen the contents of my notebooks. Not because I wanted her to, but because of the circumstances. When Lucifero—the one you might call the King of Devils—was nearby, I had no choice but to give her my notes. We needed to stay quiet, and makima needed to convey her thoughts by writing ."

He leaned back, a faint grimace crossing his face. "At first, I thought she'd toss them aside like trash, but she didn't. She kept the notebook read parts of it, and return it back to me . She even became aware of my plans to kill her." He chuckled dryly. "Probably joked about it , claiming she's always listening. here's the thing—Makima doesn't care about any of us anymore."

Quanxi nodded slowly, her sharp gaze softening slightly. "I've missed a lot of things."

Kishibe leaned forward, his smirk turning into a faint grimace. "You're probably gonna tell me ignorance is bliss," he said, his voice quieter but laced with a sharp edge. "But this time, you need to hear the news. Danger's not just lurking—it's everywhere."

He lit the cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his face before he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "And if you're after Kang Woo—the guy they're calling Makima's slave, which is a very fucking stupid title—let me warn you. That man is a hundred times more horrifying than Makima ever was."

Quanxi's sharp gaze didn't waver, but a flicker of tension crossed her expression. "I thought we were friends, Kishibe."

Kishibe sighed, leaning back in his chair, his tone softening slightly. "We are. That's why I'm trying to protect you. If you go after him, Quanxi, you won't make it out alive. I've seen enough to know that."

Quanxi glanced at her Fiends, who remained unusually silent, before returning her focus to Kishibe. "Protecting me from him, huh?" she muttered, her tone unreadable. After a moment, she added, "How much of a chance do I have if I plan everything out against Kang Woo? From the way you're talking, it sounds like you know him—like you're drinking buddies or something."

Kishibe chuckled dryly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "It's more like a take-and-give relationship between him and me. Let me correct what I said earlier—you could still make it out alive if you tried something stupid. That's because Kang Woo and I made a deal. One of the terms was that you'd be spared, no matter how reckless or idiotic your attempts to fight him might be, but that's not apllied to your fiends ."

He paused, his voice dropping to a more somber tone. " let me be clear: you've got a better chance of fighting and beating Makima than you do with Kang Woo."

Quanxi nodded slowly, her sharp gaze unwavering. "How many devil contracts does he have, then? And what is he? A Supe? A Hybrid Devil, like me?"

Kishibe shook his head, his smirk returning faintly. "He's none of those things. Not a Supe, not a Hybrid Devil. And as for devils, he commands them like they're his personal bodyguards. Hell Devil, for example—he ordered it to guard me."

At that, Pingtsi slammed her hand on the table, her voice rising in indignation. "Are you lying to Lady Quanxi, huh, old dog?!"

Quanxi raised a hand, her calm voice cutting through Pingtsi's outburst. "I believe him. But I'll need proof."

Kishibe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, Hell Devil. Better show yourself."

From the shadows of the empty café, a grotesque, six-fingered arm materialized, its palm opening to reveal a mouth.

The Hell Devil emerged partially, its deep, guttural voice dripping with disdain. "What the fuck do you want, human named Kishibe?"

The room fell silent. Pingtsi stared wide-eyed, muttering under her breath, "Fucking hell…"

Cosmo, as usual, chimed in with her singular word, "Halloween. Halloween."

Long, less restrained, cursed under her breath. "Motherfucker…"

Kishibe, unfazed by the tension, waved a hand dismissively. "You can leave, Hell Devil."

The Hell Devil growled, its voice echoing unnervingly. "One of these days, I hope the Noble One will sever my status as your bodyguard. I'm tired of this."

With that, the Hell Devil disappeared, leaving the room in a suffocating silence.

Quanxi glanced at Kishibe, her expression unreadable. "That's… convincing."

Pingtsi, visibly unsettled, leaned forward, her voice laced with frustration. "I can't detect that! Why? I can see every contract you've ever made, and not one of them is with the Hell Devil."

Kishibe shrugged, his tone nonchalant. "That's because it wasn't a contract. It was a command—one given by Kang Woo. That's all."

Quanxi's brow furrowed slightly, but she leaned back, shifting the conversation. "Let's change the topic. I heard twenty tons of Compound V went missing from Vought, but I feel it has something to do with Kang Woo. He seems to be at the center of everything lately."

Kishibe chuckled dryly, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. "Didn't you always say ignorance is bliss?"

Quanxi smirked faintly. "I have my own sources. But Compound V... even just 500 ML of it is enough to buy a large piece of land in China."

Kishibe tapped his cigarette against the ashtray, his tone casual but carrying weight. "Kang Woo has fifteen tons of it. Don't ask me where he's keeping it—I wouldn't know. All I know is I only purchased one gallon of it."

Quanxi blinked, her calm demeanor briefly cracking as her eyes widened. "Huh? I'm sorry—what? You're telling me Kang Woo just waltzed into Sage Grove Center and stole their wares?"

Kishibe smirked again, leaning back in his chair. "Pretty much. He didn't just walk in; he heisted the entire place. Fifteen tons of Compound V, gone. And as far as I can tell, Vought has no clue how to even begin recovering it."

In her thoughts, Quanxi weighed her options carefully. Maybe I can find a peaceful resolution—and still get my reward if I manage to secure at least one ton of Compound V. Her expression hardened slightly as she spoke. "Where is Kang Woo now?"

Kishibe shook his head. "Don't know. He disappeared with Makima, took some devils with him, and—as usual—Aki and Himeno followed him. Wherever Kang Woo walks, they seem to trail behind."

Quanxi stayed silent, deep in thought, until the door to the café suddenly creaked open.

Aki and Himeno entered, carrying a suitcase between them. Himeno's cheerful voice broke the silence as she announced, "What did I tell you? Selling that gold gave us fifty million yen!"

Aki rolled his eyes but grinned. "Himeno-senpai, if I do become your husband, is this how I'll have to pay you back after you helped me with my revenge? Am I doomed to be a househusband?"

Himeno laughed, nudging him playfully. "Yep! Aki Hayakawa, you'll be my househusband while I lead as the head of the family."

Kishibe chuckled, shaking his head. "Funny how, whenever I want to search for something, it just walks through the door instead."

Himeno's gaze shifted to Kishibe, her face lighting up with recognition. "Ooh, sensei, you're here! What brings you to a place Kang Woo just bought?"

Quanxi's sharp eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at Himeno. "Bought?"

Aki nodded, placing the suitcase on the table. "Kang Woo just bought Futamichi Café. Signed the papers yesterday, apparently."

Kishibe let out a dry laugh, glancing at Quanxi. "Speaking of Kang Woo and his purchases, I bought one gallon of Compound V from him for fifty-eight million yen."

Quanxi's expression shifted into disbelief. "That's a ridiculously cheap price for Compound V."

Kishibe shrugged, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Yeah, but that's how it went down."

His gaze turned to Himeno and Aki. "Before we go further, let me introduce you. This is Quanxi, my old partner. She's here to meet Kang Woo. Now, where is he?"

Himeno leaned casually against the counter, tilting her head. "He and Makima just left to save another universe from some guy who lost his lover."

Quanxi blinked, her tone tinged with frustration. "Does everyone here just casually lose their minds now?"

Aki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "What Himeno-senpai is trying to say is... Kang Woo and Makima aren't here. They're not even on this planet."

Quanxi's eyebrow twitched. "You mean to tell me they're in Hell now?"

Aki shook his head, his expression growing more exasperated. "Ah, it's a lot more complicated than that. They're not in Hell. They're... somewhere else, handling some mess. They'll show up when they're done, . Some bald-headed peeper gave them the job."

Quanxi leaned back, her arms crossed as she processed the absurdity of the situation. "This Kang Woo guy sounds more like a walking disaster than a man."

Kishibe chuckled. "That's an understatement."

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Meanwhile, on Earth-91233, Kang Woo, Makima, and Kobeni stood at the top of the ancient temple known as the Lost Library of Cagliostro. The air was heavy with an otherworldly energy as the trio gazed at the intricate carvings and mysterious glyphs etched into the temple walls.

Kang Woo, without hesitation, extended his hand. Activating his King of Chaos, the reality around them rippled as the floor beneath their feet warped and folded into itself. Within moments, a spiraling staircase materialized, descending into the depths of the temple.

Makima, standing calmly beside Kang Woo, glanced at him with a faint smile. "One of these days, you'll have to teach me how to use reality warping. Especially since I've just gained Magic Creation."

Kang Woo smirked slightly, his tone teasing. "My reality warping isn't mana-based. It's not even magic. It's a completely different power source."

Makima's expression didn't waver. "Then you'll have to teach me that too."

As they descended the stairs, the dim light from above faded, replaced by a faint glow emanating from the bottom of the staircase. They reached the floor below, where a man in long, flowing robes stood waiting, his eyes narrowing as he observed them.

The man's voice echoed in the vast chamber. "Another strange visitor wearing strange clothes."

Makima opened her mouth to respond. " it's modern—"

But Kang Woo raised a hand, cutting her off. "My name is Kang Woo," he said firmly, his crimson eyes glinting. He gestured to the women beside him. "This is Makima. And that's Kobeni. We'd appreciate it if you used our names. We're not here to be addressed as 'Sorcerer Armani' or whatever nickname you might think up, like you do for Stephen."

Kang Woo's gaze remained steady as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "You must be O-Bengh. Or is it Cagliostro? They're both your names now, aren't they?" He smirked slightly, his tone turning sharp. "I'm here to borrow the book that contain Gateway to the Dark Dimension."

The robed man, O-Bengh, inclined his head slightly, his expression calm but guarded. "Cagliostro is my title," he corrected. "But you may call me O-Bengh. As for the book you seek... it was borrowed some time ago by Sorcerer Armani ."

Kang Woo's crimson eyes narrowed, his smirk fading into a cold expression. "And you're aware that Strange is on the verge of breaking an absolute point in time?"

O-Bengh's serene demeanor didn't falter. "I am aware."

Makima, standing at Kang Woo's side, folded her arms as her yellow-ringed eyes glinted. "And you're just going to let him do it? Like Kang Woo said, breaking the absolute point in time will kill everyone in this supposedly 'wonderful' universe."

O-Bengh exhaled softly, his gaze flickering with a trace of unease. "I do not condone his actions, but I cannot intervene. The balance of this universe—of all universes—hinges on decisions like his. Meddling with them risks more than you can comprehend."

Kang Woo's gaze remained unyielding as he considered O-Bengh's words. After a moment of silence, he exhaled sharply. ". Makima's quest in her head is optional anyway. Can you show us?"

O-Bengh nodded, his movements fluid and deliberate. "Of course. Follow me."

He gestured toward a large, ancient door, its intricate carvings glowing faintly as it creaked open. Beyond the threshold lay a vast library, its towering shelves lined with countless books. Some were neatly arranged, while others floated mid-air, tethered by chains that clinked faintly in the still air.

As they entered, O-Bengh glanced around, his expression shifting to mild exasperation. "Looks like Sorcerer Armani forgot to tidy up after himself. Could I trouble you to help me organize?"

Kang Woo chuckled, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Time Sovereign—Rewind."

A wave of energy rippled outward from him, the floating books glowing faintly before gently returning to their places on the shelves. Even the chains retracted neatly into their mounts.

O-Bengh observed the display, his composed demeanor giving way to genuine surprise. "I'm impressed. And all without a Time Stone."

Makima folded her arms, her golden-ringed eyes glinting with pride. "My husband is capable of many things. Though, I admit, some tasks still require a bit more... effort."

Before O-Bengh could respond, a thunderous explosion echoed through the library, shaking the very walls. The glow of the glyphs dimmed momentarily as a powerful force surged through the space.

Boom.

Kang Woo sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with an inconvenience rather than a disaster. "I suppose this is the first time Doctor Strange summoned a being without realizing it's a beast. Figures."

As the group moved toward the summoning room Stephen Strange had prepared, the faint sounds of chaos echoed through the corridor, a mixture of crashing debris and muffled incantations.

Makima glanced at Kang Woo with a faint smirk. "Looks like this is my first eternal adventure."

Kobeni, trailing nervously behind, clutched her hands tightly. "Kang Woo, what kind of being is Armani—uh, Strange—trying to summon?"

Kang Woo's expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Knowing Strange? He's probably summoning a tentacle monster. Used to be called the Champion of Hydra back in some circles."

O-Bengh raised an eyebrow, his tone measured but intrigued. "It seems you're well-versed in what the Sorcerer Supreme has been meddling with, Kang Woo."

Kang Woo smirked, brushing off the comment. "I'm not a sorcerer, O-Bengh. Just a local demon making the rounds."

As they stepped into the summoning chamber, a chilling sight greeted them. In the center of the room, arcane sigils glowed faintly, their light dimmed by the oppressive shadow of the being towering above them. Partial manifestations of Cthulhu loomed ominously—tentacles as large as buildings writhed and coiled, dripping with a viscous, otherworldly ichor. Its form defied logic, an amalgamation of impossible angles and dark green, slimy flesh that shimmered faintly in the dim light. Several glowing, unblinking eyes scattered across its form seemed to pierce into their very souls.

In the middle of the chaos, Doctor Strange was flailing like a ragdoll, one of the massive tentacles wrapped tightly around his waist and hoisting him into the air. His attempts to cast counter-spells were met with futility, the creature's overwhelming presence disrupting any semblance of control.

Makima tilted her head slightly, observing the scene with an unreadable expression. "Kang Woo, from what I see, that's definitely not what you'd call the Champion of Hydra."

Kang Woo exhaled sharply, his tone now tinged with irritation. "No. That's not Hydra's Champion. That's a fucking Cthulhu."

Kang Woo's eyes narrowed as he raised his hand, his voice calm but laced with authority. "Authority of Extinction."

The room quaked as the monstrous Cthulhu began to writhe violently, its tentacles shredding into countless pieces before disintegrating into fine dust. The oppressive weight of its presence lifted instantly, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

O-Bengh stood frozen, his composed demeanor cracking slightly as he processed what had just happened. "That... that was Lucifer's power. Extinction. Are you his champion?" His voice trembled ever so slightly. "If so, I'm sorry for the burden you carry. Lucifer was a horrifying demon."

Kang Woo smirked faintly, cutting off O-Bengh before he could continue. "Lucifer is in no position to be anyone's burden. I killed him and absorbed his being. He's dead—deceased status, as you'd call it."

O-Bengh blinked, his thoughts racing as he stared at Kang Woo. Someone killed the legendary Lucifer? The implications of such a feat were almost incomprehensible to him.

Meanwhile, Kobeni cautiously moved forward, kneeling beside the crumpled form of Doctor Strange. She hesitated briefly before placing her hands on his chest to check his vitals. "He's alive," she said, her voice tinged with relief, "but... it looks like a lot of his ribs are broken. He's unconscious."

Kang Woo approached, glancing down at Strange with a mix of amusement and pity. "I really wanted he's got amnesia after being smacked around like that. Would save us all some trouble."

O-Bengh regained his composure, stepping closer. "We can continue this conversation once we tend to him. His condition might worsen if we delay."

Makima nodded in agreement, her golden-ringed eyes flickering as she turned her attention to the summoning circle Strange had used. She crouched, inspecting the intricate markings and glyphs. Her thoughts churned as she analyzed it. My king, the Demon King himself, is going to need an army soon. There's no denying that.

As if sensing her thoughts, Kang Woo reached out and gently patted her head. "I don't need an army right now," he said casually. "I prefer going solo in combat. Always have."

Makima smirked faintly, tilting her head to meet his gaze. "Shame. We could use manpower, but... it's your call."

Kobeni stood, brushing off her hands, her expression a mix of relief and tension. "What's next, Kang Woo?"

Kang Woo's smirk deepened, but he remained silent.

Makima, observing him closely, thought to herself, That smirk… it either means he's about to do something incredibly stupid or something terrifyingly brilliant.

Meanwhile, in O-Bengh's dimly lit bedroom, Doctor Strange lay on the bed, his body wrapped in cloth to stabilize his injuries. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open, only to find Kang Woo's crimson gaze staring down at him.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake," Kang Woo said, his tone dripping with mock gravity. "Tried to cross the border of life and death, huh? Just like my group over there."

Makima sighed, already familiar with Kang Woo's antics. She stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. " Kang Woo, don't embarrass me too."

Strange groaned, his gaze shifting to O-Bengh, confusion clouding his features. "What… what happened?"

O-Bengh, standing at the foot of the bed, spoke calmly. "Mystical beings do not bargain their powers because their powers are not meant for man. And yet you summoned one, knowing the cost."

Strange's expression darkened as he pushed himself up slightly, wincing from the pain. "The library… it's not enough. Those beings… they have what I need."

O-Bengh's calm demeanor wavered ever so slightly, his voice carrying a note of sadness. "Is she worth the pain? From what I've seen, your intention is to bring back someone you love. A man does not suffer like this for his own glory."

Strange's tired eyes burned with determination as he replied, his voice steady despite his condition. "Every moment of it."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. Makima observed Strange carefully, her expression unreadable, while Kang Woo's smirk faded into something more thoughtful. For a brief moment, even Kobeni seemed to sense the depth of Strange's resolve, her usual nervousness giving way to quiet contemplation.

O-Bengh stood quietly for a moment, observing Strange with a gaze that carried both wisdom and weariness. Finally, he spoke, his tone calm but heavy with meaning. "There is a fine line between devotion and delusion. Love can break your heart, but it can also shatter your mind."

Strange, still defiant despite his weakened state, managed a faint smirk. "Ah huh. And where'd you learn that? Some ancient text buried in this library?"

O-Bengh paused as he turned to leave, glancing back over his shoulder. "No book, Sorcerer Armani. Life taught me that. And don't forget to thank this trio—they're the ones who saved you from your problem."

Strange's gaze shifted to the group, his expression softening slightly. Before he could speak, Makima stepped forward, her golden-ringed eyes gleaming with confidence as she took the lead in introductions.

"This one," Makima began, gesturing toward Kobeni, " is Kobeni. Still shy, but she's on her way to becoming one of my husband co-wives."

Kobeni froze, her face turning a deep shade of red as she stammered incoherently, clearly caught off guard by Makima's words.

Makima ignored her reaction and pinched Kang Woo's cheek lightly. "And this one is my husband, Kang Woo. He sometimes drives me mad, always throwing away things he deems useless."

Kang Woo smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief but said nothing.

Finally, Makima straightened her posture, placing a hand over her chest. "And I am Makima, the savior of universe."

Kang Woo burst into laughter, a sharp and amused "Puh-hu," escaping him.

Makima's expression shifted slightly, one eyebrow arching as she shot him a questioning look. "What's so funny, Kang Woo?"

"You really like this multiverse travel, huh, Makima?" Kang Woo teased, his tone playful yet knowing.

Makima smirked faintly, leaning closer to him. "And you don't?"

Kang Woo shrugged, his grin widening. "I didn't say that. But the whole 'savior of universes' thing? A bit much, don't you think?"

Makima's eyes narrowed, though her smirk didn't waver. "Just wait until I actually save one. Then we'll talk."

Strange, finally sitting upright despite his lingering injuries, looked toward Kang Woo. "Thanks for your help, Kang Woo," he said earnestly, his voice subdued but sincere.

Makima tilted her head, a teasing glint in her yellow-ringed eyes. "Not me ?"

Strange offered a faint smile, shrugging slightly. "Although I didn't see much due to my... predicament, I'd guess your husband was the one doing the heavy lifting to save me."

Kang Woo grinned mischievously, turning toward Makima and sticking out his tongue. "Blehhhhh."

Makima's expression shifted into an exaggerated pout, and she playfully swatted at Kang Woo's arm. "You're such a child sometimes," she muttered, though her faint smile betrayed her amusement.

After a moment, makima calmed herself, her tone softening as she glanced back at Strange. "I was once like you—willing to do anything for the sake of love. It didn't work out."

Her words hung in the air for a moment, leaving Strange thoughtful as he watched her turn toward the exit.

Kang Woo, now standing at the doorway with Makima and Kobeni, gestured for them to follow. Makima glanced over her shoulder one last time. "Good luck with your quest, doctor Strange," she said, her tone carrying a note of finality.

In the main library of the Lost Library of Cagliostro, Kang Woo, Makima, and Kobeni were seated amidst countless shelves filled with ancient, glowing tomes. The soft hum of magical energy filled the air, lending an otherworldly stillness to their surroundings.

Kobeni, gently flipping through a book about beginner spellcraft, looked up with a wistful smile. "I really like this environment," she said softly. "It reminds me of what it might feel like to be in college... if I ever had the chance."

Kang Woo leaned back in his chair, smirking warmly. "I'm glad you like it, Kobeni-chan."

Nearby, Makima's sharp yellow-ringed eyes scanned a tome titled Mystical Arts of Portal Creation. She glanced toward Kang Woo and asked casually, "Kang Woo, in that head of yours—or your shop inventory—do you have a sling ring?"

Kang Woo shook his head, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Nope, not currently. Sorry to disappoint."

Makima sighed, her lips curling into a faint smirk as she returned her gaze to the book. "Wish I could make portals like you do."

Kang Woo chuckled softly, gesturing to her book. "Well, you've got Magic Creation now. Maybe you'll figure it out soon enough."

As Makima delved deeper into her tome, Kang Woo opened the Book of Cagliostro, the same one Doctor Strange had borrowed before. His eyes scanned the intricate runes and notations, his thoughts racing. Looks like there's no direct gateway to the Dark Dimension unless I bring it here myself, he mused, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Closing the book, he moved his hand in a subtle, deliberate motion.

Suddenly, a glowing hologram appeared in front of Makima. The words "Infinity Sling Ring: Purchased 1x" floated in shimmering golden letters. In an instant, a beautifully crafted sling ring materialized before her. Unlike a normal sling ring, this one bore a unique design. Embedded on each side of the ring were the faintly glowing Reality Stone and Time Stone, their energies pulsating softly.

Makima's sharp gaze fell on the sling ring as a smirk played on her lips. She turned to Kang Woo, her expression amused yet curious. "I thought you didn't have a sling ring, my king," she teased, her voice carrying a playful edge. "Or were you just waiting to surprise me?"

Kang Woo leaned back with a lazy grin, his tone effortlessly smooth. "I said I didn't have a sling ring. I never said I didn't have an Infinity Sling Ring."

Makima shook her head slightly, her smirk widening as she examined the artifact. "There will come a day when I can do what you do," she murmured, her voice tinged with determination.

Kang Woo's grin softened. "That day will come. But remember, this Infinity Sling Ring is just a tool—a focus for your potential. The real power lies in what you'll create with it."

Makima tilted her head, her yellow-ringed eyes meeting his gaze. "Thanks, Kang Woo," she said softly, slipping the sling ring onto her finger.

Kobeni, who had been quietly observing, turned her gaze to Kang Woo, curiosity filling her voice. "Kang Woo, how will Armani—or Strange—deal with the Absolute Point in time? I'm still confused about what it is and why it's such a big, horrifying event."

Kang Woo leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "An Absolute Point is an event in time that must occur—no matter what. It's a fixed moment in the Multiverse Flow, something that cannot be undone without catastrophic consequences. For example, Strange has likely gone back in time about a thousand times using the Time Stone, all to prevent Christine's death. And every time, he's failed. Christine always dies, no matter the scenario. Even if he locked her in the safest bunker imaginable, she'd fall sick or something else would happen."

Kobeni's eyes widened, her nervousness evident. "Right now he's... trying to break it?"

Kang Woo nodded. " Strange is seeking more power, absorbing beings from other realms, all in an attempt to break this Absolute Point in time."

Makima folded her arms, her tone turning dry as she remarked, "We should've let him die the next time he failed."

Kang Woo chuckled lightly. "If you did that, Makima, your mission would fail. Remember, the Watcher wants you to convince him to abandon this goal—not to let him die."

Makima sighed dramatically, her smirk returning. "It's going to be hard. That man will probably accidentally blow up the world first before breaking an Absolute Point in time," she said, her voice laced with mock exasperation.

Kang Woo shook his head, a sly grin forming. "You both still seem confused about what the multiverse really is. I guess it's about time I explain it."

Makima folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. "About time? I've been dragged into this mess without any proper briefing. It's nice to finally get the background of the problem instead of being outright kidnapped."

Kang Woo smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming mischievously. "The Control Devil changes her tune just like that. From clinging to me, now it's suddenly 'I've been kidnapped,' huh?"

Makima narrowed her yellow-ringed eyes at him, her tone mockingly sweet. "It's your fault for corrupting me, Kang Woo, my narcissistic Demon King."

Kang Woo laughed, shaking his head as he reached out and took both Makima's and Kobeni's hands in his. Kobeni, visibly flustered, stammered, "Uhh, should I really join? I think Makima is more suited for this role..."

Makima leaned over and kissed Kobeni gently on the forehead, her tone soft yet decisive. "You are more than worthy to become the second wife of the King himself."

Kang Woo pressed both Makima's and Kobeni's arms gently, but what followed was anything but ordinary. Their astral forms were flung from their bodies, floating momentarily in a shimmering higher plane of existence. The experience was brief yet profound before they snapped back into their physical forms.

Kobeni gasped, clutching her chest as if she'd just surfaced from deep water. "K-Kang Woo, that was terrifying!" she stammered, trembling.

Makima, however, wiped away a single tear trailing down her cheek. Her yellow-ringed eyes glimmered with awe as she whispered, "Is that... what I think it is? Unlimited possibilities... The multiverse truly means there are limitless worlds out there—so many things to discover."

Her voice softened, revealing a rare vulnerability. "That eternal adventure I mentioned before... It's real. It's going to happen."

Kang Woo's crimson eyes sparkled with amusement as he spoke. "That was just a taste . Now partial power from the Space Between Time mixed with the King of Chaos." With a motion of his hand, he encased the group within a translucent, shimmering sphere. The air crackled with energy as he warned, "Please don't blink."

The sphere flung them into another realm—the quantum dimension. Colors danced in chaotic harmony, twisting and bending reality itself. Time and space seemed fluid, stretching moments into eternity and compressing hours into mere seconds. Within moments, they found themselves in the heart of the multiverse's endless possibilities, the fabric of reality itself rippling around them.

Kang Woo's voice cut through the awe-inspiring silence. "Most people think they know how the world works. They believe this material universe is all there is. But what is real? What mysteries lie beyond your senses? At the root of existence, mind and matter meet. Thoughts shape reality. You're universe is just one of an infinite number—worlds without end."

Makima's soft laughter grew louder, spilling into uncontrollable joy. "AHAHAHAHA! For centuries, I searched for something as simple as hugs and love. And you gave me that, Kang Woo. You hugged me, loved me, and made me whole. For that, I am grateful beyond words."

Her laughter settled into a warm smile as she gazed at him. "I used to think we'd grow bored one day. That once you regained your power and became the rightful ruler of our world—which I'll make sure you do—there'd be no more challenges. No enemies. No purpose."

Makima's gaze softened. "When I spoke of eternal adventure, it was just to soothe my fears about those quiet times. But now... Now I see eternal adventure isn't just wishful thinking. It's real. And you've made it possible."

She stepped closer, her voice resolute. "The bonus of my journey? It's far more valuable than my original goals of hugs and love. But the fact that you fulfilled those too... makes you the most important part of all of it."

Suddenly, the sphere flung them into yet another realm—the Dark Dimension. Shadows swirled like living entities, their malevolence palpable. Monstrous forms lurked at the edges of their vision, hungering for something unseen.

Kang Woo's voice resonated deeply. "Other realms are filled with malice and hunger. Dark places where powers older than time lie... ravenous... and waiting."

Kobeni's voice wavered as she asked, "Kang Woo, what is our world compared to other universes?"

Kang Woo smirked, his tone blunt yet reassuring. "They'd obliterate your world without hesitation if I weren't there, at least."

Makima's expression darkened in thought. "Our world is truly lost before the fight even begins. The cruel reality of it all... No wonder you said negative energy is low-tier. Most of these universes probably wield magic like it's second nature."

Moments later, the sphere returned them to the familiar stillness of the Lost Library of Cagliostro. The overwhelming sensations of the multiverse faded into a distant hum as Kang Woo dispersed the energy.

"How does it feel," Kang Woo asked, "seeing what the multiverse has to offer with your own eyes?"

Makima's smirk widened, her tone laced with gratitude. "The bonus... It's too much. Far more rewarding than I ever imagined. To think I spent years as a corporate slave, chained to obligations and limits. You freed me from those chains, Kang Woo. And now? Now, I'm paid in eternal adventure—a reward tenfold greater than I ever expected."

Kang Woo smiled subtly, the corners of his mouth curving into an amused expression. His voice carried a calm authority as he said, "Aren't you going to join us in the conversation, Doctor Strange? You can stop hiding in the Mirror Dimension."

A moment later, a sparkling circle of mystic energy appeared, forming a portal. Doctor Strange stepped out, his cloak billowing slightly as he regarded the trio. "Another being from a different universe, walking into this one," Strange said, his tone measured. "And the funny thing is, Kang Woo—you don't even belong to the universe where your wives originate from. Let me guess, the Ancient One sent you to stop me?"

Kang Woo's smirk deepened. "Nope. I have my own agenda for coming to this universe."

Strange raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Wonderful. But let me ask you this: are you predicting that I'll kill everyone if I succeed in saving Christine? It's like you're judging me—condemning my methods as inherently wrong."

Kang Woo's crimson eyes glinted as he responded evenly, " The point is ?"

Strange stepped closer, his tone sharp. "You don't know that. You haven't even tried to understand. I saved this world—this universe—from Dormammu. Mordo warned me there would be consequences after I used the Eye of Agamotto. But it's been years, and I've been just fine. The same applies to breaking the Absolute Point in time. You don't know what will happen because you haven't seen it through."

Makima's yellow-ringed eyes locked onto Strange, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Are you truly trying to save Christine? Or are you trying to prove to yourself that you can do the impossible? Those are two very different things, Doctor Strange."

Strange's confident demeanor faltered for a moment, his jaw tightening. "I can do both."

Kobeni hesitated, wanting to offer her own advice, but Kang Woo gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice calm yet firm.

"Everyone has their own ideals. I have mine. Do as you wish, Strange. Anyway, if this universe blows up, the three of us will just ditch it." Kang woo tone carried an air of detachment, but there was an underlying sharpness that suggested he wasn't bluffing.

Makima, however, didn't break her gaze from Strange, and he reciprocated, the tension between them thick and unyielding.

Kang Woo glanced at Kobeni. "Kobeni-chan, let's leave them to their staring contest." Kobeni nodded, and as they stepped aside, Kang Woo casually snapped his fingers, pulling up a holographic display of Makima's stats in front of her.

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Name: Makima (Control Devil)
Title: Demon King Executioner and First Wife
Level: 52

Awakening Traits:

First Awakening Traits: Represent Concept of Control (Rank: SS) (Not fully realized yet)

Second Awakening Traits: Soul Dominion Enchantment (Rank: SSS)

Third Awakening Traits: Loved By Mana [Blessings] (Rank: S)

Abilities:

Telekinesis (Usually activated with the command "BANG")

Controlled Abilities (From individuals or devils she has brainwashed)

Hellblaze (Rank: S) (Obtained via Commandment)

Darkness Manipulation (Rank: S) (Obtained via Commandment)

Commandment of Piety (Rank: S)

Blacklight Biomass (Rank: S)

Skill Hunter( Rank: A )

Magic Creation (Rank: Varies)

Voiceless Incantation Magic (Rank: A)

Controlled Luna (Rank: SS)

Stats:

Strength: 120

Dexterity: 70

Health: 110 (High-ranking demon regeneration via Commandment)

Mana: 1400 (Obtained via Commandment)

Negative Energy: 1300 (Boosted via Commandment)

Intellect: 120

Wisdom: 150

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Makima's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she studied the display. In her thoughts, she reflected on her progress: The powers bestowed by Kang Woo, like Blacklight Biomass and Skill Hunter, have proven fruitful. But the Watcher's reward—especially Loved by Mana—has been invaluable.

Her smirk widened. It's enough to beat this doctor and make him my doggy.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind—Kang Woo's telepathy breaking through her thoughts. Yeah, about that. Stephen Strange is way stronger than you are, and he can kick your ass if you pick a fight with him.

Makima's eyes narrowed slightly as she responded through telepathy, her tone annoyed yet curious. Did you just sneak into my head right now, or do you always hear my thoughts whenever I have ideas?

Kang Woo's mental voice was smug. That Commandment of Piety feeds your thoughts and vision directly to me. Have you tried 'incognito mode'? It's nice to have privacy, especially since your thoughts are always such long-winded dialogues.

Makima's annoyance simmered, but her tone softened as she turned toward him. Without warning, she leaned in and bit Kang Woo's neck—not hard, but enough to catch him off guard.

Kang Woo chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "We've got a vampire here, huh? You planning to turn into a bat anytime soon?"

Makima smirked, her earlier irritation fading as she leaned closer. "Only if you're ready to be my property , my Demon King."

With a snap of his fingers, Kang Woo summoned a holographic panel in front of Makima, this time displaying the stats of Doctor Strange.

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Name: Stephen Strange
Title: Sorcerer Supreme, Bargainer Against Dormammu
Level: 60

Traits:

Genius-Level Intellect (Rank: S)

Gifted in Mystic Arts and Magic (Rank: SS)

Deep Connection to Other Dimensions (Rank: SSS)

Abilities:

Mystic Arts Magic

Dark Dimension Magic (Rank: SSS)

Mirror Dimension Magic (Rank: SS)

Time Manipulation (via Eye of Agamotto and Time Stone)

Telekinesis

Stats:

Strength: 70

Dexterity: 45

Health: 50

Dimensional Connection: 2000 (immense)

Intellect: 280

Wisdom: 140 ( halved )

(Note: Half of another Strange self is somewhere else , but still formidable. Wisdom is halved means his magic output is halven aswell )

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Makima scanned the stats carefully, her gaze narrowing slightly. Through telepathy, she asked Kang Woo, "Is mana or dimensional connection more significant?"

Kang Woo's mental voice was calm and direct. "Dimensional connection. It's like drawing power from entire realms—essentially other worlds. Far more potent than ordinary mana."

Makima nodded subtly, still gazing at Strange. "Between him and Lucifero, who would win?" she inquired via telepathy.

Kang Woo smirked in her mind. " Strange. He'd trap Lucifero in the Mirror Dimension, and Lucifero would be completely Fucked ."

Doctor Strange, though unaware of the specifics of their telepathic exchange, sensed Makima's scrutinizing gaze. "Have you finished gauging what magic I can do?" he asked, his tone carrying a mix of confidence and irritation.

Makima's smirk widened, and she replied mockingly, "Still lower than my husband."

Kang Woo shrugged casually, a teasing grin on his face. "I'll leave you two to your ideological clash. Let's go, Kobeni-chan."

Kobeni, standing nearby, gave a nervous but obedient nod. "Yes, Kang Woo."

As Kang Woo turned to leave, Makima's voice stopped him. "Kang Woo," she began, her tone curious yet tinged with playful teasing, "if somehow Doctor Strange reached his strongest form—what they call Strange Supreme—could you win with your current strength?"

Kang Woo paused, his grin never faltering. "Strange Supreme? He killed everyone in his universe because his power was ripping it apart. That kind of destruction would be... problematic."

Makima smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "would you lose, my Demon King?"

Kang Woo scoffed lightly, his voice filled with confidence as he responded. "Nah. I'd win."

With that, he walked away, Kobeni following close behind. Makima chuckled to herself, her laughter soft yet filled with amusement. "Uhuhuhu... What a narcissistic Demon King he is. And yet, there's no one who could ever replace him."

Doctor Strange's gaze flicked between Makima and the retreating Kang Woo, his irritation evident. "You two talk like I'm planning to destroy the universe just because I want to save Christine," he said dryly. His tone carried a faint edge of defensiveness, though he didn't deny the possibility.

Makima, with a faint smirk, lifted her hand and conjured a dark chair using her Darkness Manipulation, the material swirling into existence beneath her. She sat gracefully, crossing her legs as her piercing yellow-ringed eyes locked onto Strange. Meanwhile, Doctor Strange, with a flick of his wrist, conjured his own chair using mystic arts and seated himself opposite her.

Makima leaned back slightly, her demeanor shifting into the poised and commanding stance of the Control Devil. "I'm surprised, Doctor Strange, that someone like you would want to talk to me. Especially since you've been staring at me like you're demanding answers."

Doctor Strange's expression remained neutral, though his gaze was sharp. "You always address me as 'Doctor.' You've got a lot more respect for me than your husband. But from what I've observed, it seems like you care more about this universe than your husband, Kang Woo."

Makima raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening slightly, but her response was merely a low hum. "Mmm, hmmph."

Strange tilted his head, studying her more closely. "You become a different person when he's not around," he remarked. "Almost like a commander. Someone leading an organization."

Makima's smirk softened slightly as she replied, her voice steady but carrying a weight of authority. "I have a lot of experience as a commander. Back in my world, I led the Devil Hunters before I resigned ."

Doctor Strange leaned forward, his tone curious yet cautious. "Mind telling me why you said you were once like me? That you sacrificed everything for love, but it didn't work out? Does that mean I am like you, Makima?"

Makima's smirk wavered for a moment as she regarded Strange carefully. After a pause, she said, "Before we continue this conversation, what can you tell me when you look at me and when you look at Kang Woo?"

Strange didn't hesitate, his words cutting through the air with conviction. "You were an evil person—at least until your husband entered your life. From what I see, he changed you so much that you've become a better person. Also, you're not human. And lastly, your husband is immensely powerful... but I suspect that isn't even his full power, is it?"

Makima's smirk returned, her gaze steady. "You can call my species 'devil.' I am the Control Devil. Normally, I use negative energy. My power grows with the number of living beings I control and the amount of fear directed at me. But now, thanks to Kang Woo, I can also use mana—which is likely lower than the magic you currently wield. However, mana comes from inside the body and soul."

Her expression softened as she added, "My husband's species is a demon. A Demon King, to be precise. And in my world, he stands at the very top of the food chain.".

Doctor Strange observed her closely, a flicker of intrigue crossing his face. "Alright, back to the topic: what makes us similar?"

Makima leaned back in her chair, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing slightly as she continued. "In my world, there was a devil called the Chainsaw Devil. My sisters, the Weapon Devils, and I confronted him, but my goal wasn't to kill him. It was to control him. You see, the Chainsaw Devil has a unique ability: when he eats a devil, that devil—and the very concept they represent—disappear. For example, he devoured the Nazi Devil and the Nuclear Devil. As a result, those concepts ceased to exist entirely."

Doctor Strange leaned forward slightly, considering her words. "That's... an extraordinary power. But I can relate in a way. Before this, I bargained with a being beyond the concept of time—a vast, sentient force called Dormammu. I annoyed him enough that he ultimately surrendered to my terms."

Makima's smirk deepened, her tone carrying a mixture of amusement and gravity. "That's even more confirmation. Without Kang Woo, if the apex entities from this universe were to invade our world, our world would be annihilated almost instantly. He accounts for 99 percent of our firepower now."

Doctor Strange raised an eyebrow, his expression curious yet skeptical. "You make it sound like your world hangs on a knife's edge."

Makima's smirk softened into something reflective and resigned. "It does. And that's why Kang Woo's presence changes everything. He doesn't just balance the scales—he shifts them entirely. Without him, there wouldn't even be a fight."

Doctor Strange tilted his head slightly, contemplating her words. "In my world, demons and devils are the same. But in yours, it seems they're fundamentally different."

Makima nodded, her yellow-ringed eyes glinting. "You're right. The devils in my world only empower themselves through fear of their respective concepts and by harnessing negative energy. In my husband's eyes, they are invalids, insignificant. Demons, however, are like nobles and lords in my world. They're an entirely different class of being."

She leaned back, her tone more contemplative. "Most devils and humans never even meet demons. I had never seen one myself until I met Kang Woo. And not just any demon—he's a Demon King."

Doctor Strange chuckled softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You're one lucky bastard, then. Kang Woo meeting you and promoting you to become a demon? That's quite the turn of events."

Makima smirked, raising her hand as a dark flame Hellblaze swirling together in a mesmerizing display. She let the fire flicker for a moment before dismissing it with a simple flick of her fingers.

Her gaze locked onto Strange, and her smirk deepened. "That Ph.D. of yours doesn't lie, does it? You are very smart, Doctor Strange."

Strange smirked back, his eyes glinting with intellect. "I'll take that as a compliment, Control Devil. But let's not forget, intelligence doesn't always guarantee victory."

Makima raised her hand slightly, her yellow-ringed eyes gleaming as she leaned back in her conjured chair. Her voice took on a tone of casual reflection. "For half a century, I searched for the Chainsaw Devil in Hell. I didn't find it. Then, finally, I turned my attention to the human world—this planet you call Earth, and probably this universe does too."

She paused, her smirk faintly softening. "I started working for the Japanese government—specifically, the Public Safety Devil Hunters. Essentially, I was a corporate slave. Whenever something went wrong, I took care of it. And in exchange, I gained a contract—something akin to immortality. Per my agreement with the Prime Minister of Japan, any action perceived as an attack against me would be transferred into appropriate illnesses and accidents among Japanese citizens."

Doctor Strange raised an eyebrow, his tone half impressed and half skeptical. "That's... neat, but it's a cheap way of gaining immortality. Do you still have that contract?"

Makima smirked, leaning forward slightly, her voice laced with confidence. "I resigned, remember? That contract is gone. Besides, the Commandment that Kang Woo implanted inside me is worth a million times more than the lives of a mere hundred million Japanese citizens."

Strange blinked, his expression shifting between curiosity and unease as he processed her words. "A commandment, you say? And this... Kang Woo—you trust him that much?"

Makima leaned back, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing slightly as her smirk deepened. "I'm getting there, Doctor. Be patient," she said, her tone calm but commanding.

She paused for a moment, her gaze shifting to the faint flickers of her conjured dark flame, before continuing. "I usually never paid attention to human faces. To me, they were all blurred—indistinct. I differentiated them by their scents, which was far more efficient for me. But then, I met Kang Woo."

Her smirk softened as a flicker of something almost nostalgic crossed her expression. "His scent was different. It was distinct in a way that no human's ever was. And, surprisingly, I could see his face clearly—something I'd never experienced before. To clarify, until that moment, I'd assumed Kang Woo was just another human with unique gifts that forced me to see his face. It wasn't until he told me himself that he was a Demon King that I truly understood how unique he was."

Makima's gaze returned to Strange, a faint glint of curiosity mixed with scrutiny in her eyes. "Since then, I've started to pay attention to faces—to individual details. And especially in this universe, where the power dynamics are so vastly different from my own. You, Doctor Strange... you've become someone I notice. You're on the brink of becoming an apex entity in this world."

Strange leaned forward slightly, his expression a mix of intrigue and caution. "Please, continue. I want to hear more," he said, his voice steady despite the weight of Makima's words.

Makima's smirk shifted, her tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "The end of my goal was to use the Chainsaw Devil—by erasing all devil concepts, or at least the malicious ones—and create my own utopia. A place where I could experience equal love and familial love with others. I craved it for so long. The reason I even had that goal is because humans fear devils, and other devils—including my sisters—are complete pieces of shit."

She exhaled softly, her gaze flickering with faint bitterness before continuing. "I searched for the Chainsaw Devil for what felt like an eternity. That is, until I met Kang Woo. He teased me endlessly, and unlike everyone else, he didn't fear me at all. In fact..." Makima smirked again, a touch of amusement returning. "I tried to control him."

Doctor Strange interrupted her, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "You tried to control your own ruler? The Demon King? That's even crazier than my bargaining with Dormammu."

Makima chuckled, her tone laced with dark humor. "It seems this Dormammu is quite powerful, to the point where a Demon King is just another enemy you believe you can handle. I must say, your confidence is impressive, Doctor Strange."

Her expression softened slightly as she continued. "Although Kang Woo knew the reason I tried to control him and sought his weakness that day, he didn't get angry or fear me. Instead, he gave me a Commandment to safeguard me. I was confused. Why would someone give something so valuable to their enemy—which, at that time, was me? I lashed out at him in anger, demanding to know why he was kind to me."

Makima's voice dropped, the faintest tinge of warmth creeping in. "And then, he hugged me. No one had ever done that before. He kissed my forehead and said nothing more. I left the café, still the cold person I had always been, because the Prime Minister had assigned me a task. I left him alone at the café. To this day, I'm embarrassed that I lashed out at my ruler—the King himself."

Her tone hardened as she moved to the next part of her story. "Now, the second part. After I left the café to handle a primal devil—Baba Yaga—I didn't expect to be betrayed. The Prime Minister planned to make me a martyr, severing me from my contract of immortality. They wanted to eliminate me."

Doctor Strange leaned back, a dark chuckle escaping him. "If I were you, Makima, I wouldn't have just resigned. I'd have dumped them all into the Mirror Dimension."

Makima's tone remained sharp as she pressed on, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing slightly. "Even with the Commandment beside me, I wasn't prepared for what happened."

Doctor Strange leaned back, an eyebrow raised. "Commandment beside you? I thought it was some kind of power Kang Woo implanted in you."

Makima let out a faint chuckle, shaking her head. "You'd better ask Kang Woo yourself. It's his power, and I still don't fully understand it. But we're not here to talk about that."

Her voice softened momentarily, tinged with something darker as she continued. "Baba Yaga destroyed my heart—literally. I had a hole in my chest. I bled out, and as I lay there, memories flashed before my eyes. I made a confession, thinking it would be my last. And then, like some goddamn meteor, Kang Woo appeared, clearing out everything in his path."

Makima paused, her smirk tinged with amusement as she reflected on the absurdity of her past experience. "He scooped me up—princess style, no less—and I made my confession again, thinking I was about to die. I had bled too much. But instead of comforting me or mourning, that crazy Demon King healed me in secret, restored my health completely, and handed me a trophy labeled 'Best Actress 2012.'" She chuckled softly, her tone laced with both pride and exasperation. "It was the most absurd, roller-coaster moment of my life. I've never felt more alive."

Doctor Strange blinked, his expression shifting between disbelief and morbid fascination. "That sounds... dramatic, even for you."

Makima smiled faintly, leaning back with a mixture of pride and reflection. "You have no idea. There's a third part to the story, if you're curious. But that's not the point of our conversation."

Makima voice grew sharper as she leaned forward, her yellow-ringed eyes locking onto Strange. "You wanted to know why I'm not so different from you? The answer is simple. You've sacrificed—what? A thousand times?—to save Christine, right? And as Kang Woo said, you've already traveled through time countless times, trying to save your lover from impending doom, only to fail."

Her tone grew sharper, her words cutting like a blade. "I've failed too. The difference is, when I took a detour, I found something else—something more rewarding. Meanwhile, you're still stuck, about to cause accidental damage that will drag everyone down with you."

Doctor Strange folded his arms, his expression tightening as he processed her words. "Your problem isn't failure. It's that you couldn't find what you truly wanted—until you did. Kang Woo, he's what you wanted, isn't he?" His voice grew firmer as he defended his position. "Mine isn't stuck, nor is it failure. I've found a way. Breaking the Absolute Point in time will give me the power to bring Christine back. I'll take it, no matter the cost."

Makima's smirk remained, but her gaze grew colder, her voice edged with a hint of pity. "To be truthful, my husband doesn't give a shit about anything in this universe. He's here to grab what he needs and leave. But there are two beings who know you better than you know yourself. One is my husband—but, as I said, he doesn't care enough to intervene."

She paused, her expression darkening as she leaned forward slightly, her piercing yellow-ringed eyes fixed on Strange. "The second? A cosmic entity. In your language, you might call it a Watcher. This being knows how your story ends. And it begged me—not to save your universe, but to save you from your own foolish goal. That said, this universe still needs to be saved, and the decision rests on you—whether you pursue this path or not."

Strange's jaw tightened, his voice filled with defiance. "You might have heard that from someone else, but I've tried everything to save Christine. I've kept her away from danger, left her alone, done everything imaginable—and yet the same outcome happens. There's only one way left: breaking the Absolute Point. I'll take it, even if it costs me everything."

Makima's thoughts churned as she listened, her face a mask of cold amusement. This man… is he arrogant or just a guilt-driven masochist? But she kept her musings to herself, letting her piercing gaze convey what words didn't.

Strange, sensing the weight of her silence, asked pointedly, "Makima, are you going to stop me?"

Makima leaned back in her conjured chair, her smirk returning, this time tinged with something darker. "I'm not the type of person who likes to pick a fight when the result is me losing," she said plainly, her tone sharp yet calm.

Suddenly, a table crafted from mystic arts magic appeared between Makima and Strange, its intricate designs glowing faintly with arcane energy. Makima raised an eyebrow, her smirk not fading. "Is this your doing, Doctor?" she asked, her voice calm but curious.

Strange shook his head, his expression puzzled. "Nope, not me."

Before either could say more, O-Bengh stepped into view, carrying a tray laden with refreshments—tea and an assortment of other drinks. His serene expression carried a faint trace of amusement. "I just thought I'd join the conversation between two people with such contrasting ideals. And, of course, I brought drinks."

Makima's smirk widened, her tone taking on a teasing edge. "More like you're lonely and just a little happy that this library is finally seeing more visitors. I'd wager it's been a long time since anyone wandered in."

O-Bengh chuckled softly, setting the tray on the newly conjured table. "Perhaps. But I do enjoy the presence of intellectual minds. This place has been far too isolated for far too long."

Strange rolled his eyes but reached for a cup of tea, taking a small sip. "Well, at least you have excellent timing. We were on the verge of a tense moment until you stepped in with your ice-breaking style."

O-Bengh chuckled, his tone warm and lightly self-deprecating. "I may have been alone for a long time, but I like to think I've retained some of my social skills." His gaze shifted toward Makima, his expression thoughtful. "That said, the resigned Control Devil—you haven't shared your personal goal yet. Strange here has been quite forthcoming about his."

Makima's smirk deepened as she leaned back, crossing her legs. "Huhuhu, Sorcerer Armani for Doctor Strange, and me as the 'resigned Control Devil.' No wonder my husband insists on saying his name directly when he introduces himself. You do have a fondness for nicknames, don't you, O-Bengh?"

O-Bengh smiled serenely, nodding slightly. "I have my own style. It makes conversations a bit more lively, don't you think?"

Makima tilted her head, her smirk unwavering. "Lively, perhaps. Though it seems like a subtle way to keep things less formal—if not downright playful."

She continued, her tone measured but laced with a touch of pride. "My personal goal? It's simple: to accompany my husband for as long as it takes. My second objective, however, comes from some bald-headed peeper from a nexus reality—his little quest to save your universe, Doctor Strange. That one, however, is optional. After all, you're quite determined in your own mission, and I won't stop you... at least not right now."

Makima's smirk softened slightly as she added, "Besides, I've already received payment just for accepting this mission. And if I succeed, I'll get closer to catching up with my husband's strength. He's incredibly powerful and very unpredictable."

Strange raised an eyebrow, his tone thoughtful. "From what I can see, you have the potential to catch up with him. The way you've adapted to his Commandment—it's like you were born to wield it. You're... very talented."

O-Bengh interjected, his tone calm yet probing. "I need to interrupt for a moment to confirm something, Control Devil. Kang Woo's power right now—this isn't his full strength, is it? Is he weakened but regaining his power at an unusually fast rate?"

Makima glanced at O-Bengh, her smirk unwavering as she replied. "That's true. My husband, Kang Woo, is incredibly adept at manipulating everything he has. He hoards his enemies, twists their efforts into his own gain, and even creates entirely new powers from what he absorbs. But let me assure you, he won't hoard this place. He has his own goals, and this time, it's not about power. It's about something he lost."

Strange nodded, his tone casual. "Not clashing with my goal anyway, so no problem."

O-Bengh inclined his head, his serene expression unwavering. "Your words are enough, Control Devil."

Makima smirked, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing slightly. "You both place such trust in someone you've just met. That's probably this universe's unique trait."

Strange's gaze sharpened as he tilted his head, his tone carrying a hint of accusation. "Makima, are you trying to learn about my magic power? Prolonging your stories, allowing O-Bengh to intrude—it's all been very convenient for you. Buying time, weren't you?"

Makima chuckled softly, her smirk deepening with amusement. "What a shame. I've been found out . Anything else I should know about your degrees other than Ph.D , Doctor?"

Strange leaned back, his smirk matching hers. "I've also got an Mh.D. And, of course, the title of Sorcerer Supreme."

Makima's smirk widened as she teased, "Let me know if you earn a fourth degree. I'd find that amusing."

As she spoke, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The faint shimmer of a thin, dark cocoon enveloping the space became visible for a brief moment before Makima waved her hand dismissively, dissolving it entirely.

Strange's expression turned cautious, his tone even. "And? What were the results of your little scan or probe?"

Makima leaned back in her conjured chair, exhaling softly as she replied, "None. This was the first time I've attempted something like this, which is likely one reason it failed. The other? Your magic and mine are fundamentally different. It's like trying to learn a completely new language from the ground up."

Strange's gaze remained steady, his voice a mix of curiosity and respect. "At least you're honest about it now. But I'd recommend being cautious when experimenting with the unknown—it doesn't always play nice."

Makima leaned back in her conjured chair, her smirk unwavering. "Said the guy who almost killed himself by summoning something unplanned. If Kang Woo hadn't interfered, you'd probably be seeing Christine in the afterlife—which, ironically, is the easiest way to reach her."

O-Bengh chuckled softly, his tone light and teasing. "Sorcerer Armani, please don't destroy the library. At least, not while I'm still alive."

Doctor Strange rolled his eyes, creating a glowing portal with his signature circular gestures. The edges of the portal sparkled as he prepared to step through. "Noted. I learn from my mistakes. I succeeded in becoming a doctor, saved the world from Dormammu, and I'll succeed in breaking the Absolute Point in time."

Before he fully stepped through, Makima's voice cut through the room, calm yet piercing. "Before you leave, Doctor, I have a question. Let's say you succeed in saving Christine—perhaps even resurrecting her—but the universe is destroyed in the process. What will you do? Not as the Sorcerer Supreme or a doctor, but as Stephen Strange. What will you say to Christine—and to yourself—about the aftermath?"

Strange paused mid-step, glancing back at her with a faint smirk. " You and the Ancient One are both skilled at twisting words. It's like being schooled by her all over again. But I'll succeed. You're all overreacting about this idea that breaking an Absolute Point in time will destroy the universe."

He hesitated for a brief moment before adding, his smirk turning sharp, "And, Makima—the resigned Control Devil—how about you reach my current level first? Then we can talk as equals about the magic of this universe."

With that, Strange stepped into the portal, and it closed behind him, leaving Makima and O-Bengh alone in the quiet library.

Makima leaned back, her smirk softening into something contemplative. "Strange is right. I'd better understand this magic more."

O-Bengh poured himself a cup of tea, his expression calm as he watched her. "And here I thought you already had everything figured out."

Makima's smirk widened slightly, and she glanced at the Infinity Sling Ring on her finger, its embedded Reality and Time Stones gleaming faintly.

O-Bengh's gaze lingered on it, his expression thoughtful. "Is that what Kang Woo usually does? Discard powerful artifacts or casually hand them out as trinkets to his wife?"

Makima chuckled, her tone light but carrying a hint of exasperation. "He calls it the Infinity Sling Ring. And yes, he has a habit of throwing around absurdly powerful things like they're nothing. Last time, he threw a Power Stone at a starship and made it crash land."

O-Bengh raised an eyebrow, letting out a soft chuckle. "It's no wonder you and he seem so out of place here. You're not just from another universe; you're likely from an entirely different multiverse. That's why it's so challenging for you to grasp mystic arts and dimensional magic—this multiverse operates on entirely different principles."

Makima's smirk shifted, a flicker of curiosity lighting up in her yellow-ringed eyes. "And what's your solution to that, O-Bengh?"

He set down his cup of tea with deliberate care, his expression serene but purposeful. "Come with me. There might be another way."