Kyle's actions and commands beca the very laws of this universe. Without a single ability activated, he soared beyond Earth's atmosphere. Reaching near space, he gazed down upon the blue planet, a cradle of nascent human civilization.
After observing for a long while, he vanished in a flash, hurtling towards the boundless expanse of the cosmos. With a single thought, he traversed tens of millions of light-years, reaching the edge of a nascent realm.
The Marvel Universe was divided into Nine Realms – nine distinct worlds. Kyle had indeed structured the cosmic foundation in this manner, mirroring the form of the World Tree.
These Nine Realms were:
Asgard: Ho of the Aesir gods, residing at the universe's zenith.
Vanaheim: Ho of the Vanir gods.
Alfheim: Ho of the light elves.
Jotunheim: Ho of the frost giants.
Midgard: Ho of the humans.
Nidavellir: Ho of the dwarves.
Svartalfheim: Ho of the dark elves.
Niflheim: A realm of frost, ice, snow, and mist.
Muspelheim: A realm of fire, ho to the fire giants.
Why divide a vast universe into just Nine Realms?
Kyle hadn't fully comprehended it initially, but through the act of creation, he gradually realized that without such divisions, higher beings like the giants would dominate, leaving weaker lifeforms like humans and dwarves no chance to evolve, thrive, or even survive.
Therefore, the environnt within the human realm was relatively benign, isolating the giants and elves from the weaker worlds.
However, as the days turned into years, Kyle journeyed across the Nine Realms, witnessing scenes of destruction and despair. Slaughter and war had erupted across every corner of the universe.
The powerful giants and elf races breached the fragile barriers, ruthlessly invading other worlds, and decimating the native inhabitants. The Nine Realms descended into chaos, with the once peaceful human world transford into a battleground for the cosmos.
Countless stars were obliterated, their debris scattered across the universe. The powerful races reigned supre, while the weaker races struggled to survive, clinging to existence in the cracks of shattered planets.
"If there is a Creator, then that Creator must have gone mad, creating such a hopeless world."
Wandering through the chaotic and desolate Nine Realms, Kyle encountered this sentint of frustration echoed across the cosmos.
"In the end, it was all a failure…" Kyle floated at the universe's core with a bitter smile gracing his lips. He could undoubtedly restart this universe, even eradicate the strong and cruel giant lifeforms. But what would be the point?
Would that truly be the Marvel universe he had envisioned?
"Right, Asgard." Kyle's mind fixated on the final shred of hope, and he teleported directly to the highest point of the Marvel universe.
But upon arrival, he was t with a scene of utter devastation.
Asgard, the sacred realm ant to nurture the gods, had been razed to the ground, consud by the invading giants. Only a desolate fragnt of its forr glory remained, a desolate wasteland floating amidst the wreckage of the cosmos.
This ravaged landscape could no longer give birth to powerful gods.
"What aning does this space-ti coordinate hold, leading to this specific world and location?"
Kyle descended onto the desolate wasteland. Life was absent, replaced by scorched earth and the remnants of a once-glorious civilization, now overrun by malevolent undead creatures.
Sighing, Kyle prepared to depart. But then, he heard the faint sound of combat emanating from a distant corner of the wasteland.
"Hmm?" Kyle materialized above the source of the sound. In the lifeless wilderness, a ten-year-old child, resembling a human, wielded a sword against an undead monster far surpassing him in size and strength.
The undead monster stood three ters tall, a grotesque parody of a tiger, its fangs and claws razor-sharp, its body pulsating with malevolent energy.
Even its growls sent tremors through the air. anwhile, the child, clad in tattered rags and wielding a broken sword, possessed minimal energy, barely a match for the monstrous creature, teetering on the brink of oblivion.
Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, the child fought with unwavering determination. He fell repeatedly, but each ti, he rose again, battling the undead monster with all his might.
Kyle was deeply moved.
Despite the insurmountable odds, despite the hopelessness of his situation…
The undead monster's claws tore through the child's abdon, while the child's sword pierced the creature's skull. Both combatants collapsed onto the barren wasteland.
A few seconds passed. The undead monster, with the sword embedded in its skull, slowly rose to its feet. Its red eyes fixated on the child lying in a pool of blood.
"Was it always like this? Father, mother, the clan was right. No matter how hard we try, we can never overco the flaws of our race…" The child clutched his mortal wound, unable to move, gazing at the undead monster as it opened its massive, blood-stained maw. A strange sense of relief washed over him.
Weakness was a curse in this world. Or perhaps, the very existence of this world was a curse.
Weakness was the original sin.
The child closed his eyes, accepting his fate. But instead of being devoured, he found himself staring into the eyes of a silver-haired young man.
"Get up." The silver-haired youth commanded.
"I'm severely injured. How can I get up…?" The child questioned, but then froze. He found himself standing, his wounds miraculously healed, his tattered clothes restored.
The child stared at him in disbelief. "Who… are you?"
"You can call God," Kyle replied with a faint smile, eting the child's gaze. He then posed a question, "If you were to beco the most powerful being in the cosmos, what would you do?"
The child hesitated, the gravity of the question weighing heavily on his mind. He realized this was his only chance to alter his destiny.
Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists and declared solemnly, "I want to bring peace back to this universe, to unite the chaotic Nine Realms. I want to ensure that powerful races no longer oppress the weak, and that weaker races can overco the invincible and arrogant giants through their own strength and ingenuity. I want to restore the peace and hope that this universe once possessed, a peace lost to war and darkness!"
"Alright." Kyle smiled. "The strength you require, I shall grant you." He waved his left hand, and an Ability Card materialized, rging with the child's body.
It was an Ability Card of divine origin, sothing Kyle could create at will.
"My body…" The child was stunned, overwheld by the surge of power coursing through him, an unprecedented surge of strength!
"And these," Kyle waved his left hand again, and three objects materialized before the child: an eternally burning golden fire disk, the materials and thods for forging the Eternal weapons, and a blue Tesseract containing a spatial crystal.
"God. What is the cost?" The child inquired calmly, gazing at the extraordinary gifts before him.
"The cost is… never forget your original intention," Kyle replied, turning to depart. He paused, facing away from the child, and posed a final question, "What is your na?"
"I… I am…" The child began to answer, but Kyle interrupted him.
"Forget it!"
"From now on, your na is Odin."
With a final step, Kyle vanished from the desolate wasteland.
The child stared blankly in the direction Kyle had disappeared, then turned his gaze towards the extraordinary gifts before him. The gravity of the situation slowly dawned upon him. He knelt, bowing his head in reverence.
"I, Odin, humbly bid farewell to God."
(End of this chapter)
I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon (Last Chapter -- 706). (/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.
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