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'Another uninvited guest?'
The exact second the sparkling golden gateway tore through the air, Rosh's focus snapped right to it. His eyes narrowed a fraction as he calmly studied the swirling energy. Classic orange Eldritch sparks danced along the rim of the portal.
Then, a figure slowly stepped through.
She wore a simple, mustard-yellow sorcerer's robe that caught the crisp mountain wind. Her head was completely shaved, and despite standing right at the edge of a freshly leveled wasteland, her face was as serene as a still lake. There was no hostility radiating from her. No panic. Just absolute, quiet composure.
Rosh recognized her instantly.
The Ancient One. The Sorcerer Supreme herself.
For the first time since he'd dropped out of the sky today, a rare spark of caution flared in Rosh's mind. This woman wasn't just another magic user; she was one of the very few genuine powerhouses on this planet actually worthy of his full attention.
"So, you're leaving already, Manager Rosh?"
The Ancient One offered a gentle, knowing smile as she looked at the lingering golden light humming around his shoulders. Her voice was warm and entirely relaxed. Honestly, she sounded like an old friend who had just bumped into him during a casual afternoon stroll. There wasn't an ounce of judgment or blame in her tone.
If she had just stayed quiet, Rosh could have easily turned back into a beam of light and flashed away without a second thought. But since the literal Sorcerer Supreme had gone out of her way to greet him face-to-face, completely blowing her off and flying away would just be bad manners.
The golden glow around Rosh slowly dissolved, the rogue photons melting back into his body as he returned to his regular, solid self. He gave her a polite nod.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ancient One."
His voice was perfectly even and respectful, without a single trace of fear or arrogance.
The Ancient One didn't seem surprised at all that Rosh already knew her title. Instead, her gaze calmly drifted past him, taking in the apocalyptic sight of the missing mountain peak. She stared down at the scorched, black glass and smoking rubble that used to be a rogue fortress.
For a few long, quiet seconds, she just stood there, absorbing the absolute devastation. Then, a soft, heavy sigh escaped her lips.
"Kaecilius truly possessed an extraordinary gift," she murmured, a genuine wave of regret coloring her words. "Out of all the students I've trained over the centuries, very few had his natural instinct for the Mystic Arts."
She slowly shook her head, looking away from the crater.
"But sadly... he picked the wrong path. The moment he let that dark ambition twist his heart, an ending like this became unavoidable." Her eyes lingered on the ruins for one last beat before locking back onto Rosh. "It's always a tragedy to see that much potential thrown away. But every choice has its price. Today, he simply hit the bill for his own decisions."
Rosh listened quietly, a faint, amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he raised an eyebrow.
"So..." he started, keeping his tone completely light and conversational. "I'm guessing you didn't track me down to demand a refund or make me pay for breaking your former student?"
He tilted his head toward the smoking, melted crater below them.
"Because if Kamar-Taj is looking to collect a debt... I'd say his account has already been closed permanently."
For more than two years now, Rosh had been building his life and his business in this universe. In that time, he had sold well over a hundred Devil Fruits, completely shattering the original MCU timeline into unrecognizable pieces. The butterfly effect was in full swing. Because of that massive cosmic rewrite, even Rosh couldn't be one hundred percent sure about the Ancient One's true motives today.
Had she simply followed the magical breadcrumbs Kaecilius left behind to this mountain? Or... had she engineered this entire encounter just to get a face-to-face with the mysterious storefront Manager?
The answer wasn't immediately clear.
"Actually, no," the Ancient One said, letting out a soft, melodic chuckle as she gently shook her head. "It's quite the opposite, really. If anyone owes anyone a thank you today... it would be me."
She took one final, lingering look at the massive, smoking crater before locking her eyes back onto him.
"Kaecilius had become one of Kamar-Taj's most dangerous hidden liabilities. He was brilliant, impossibly patient, and entirely willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to achieve his goals. For years, I've had to split my focus, keeping one eye constantly trained on his movements. Even while defending this planet from massive multiversal threats, I could never completely ignore the terrifying possibility of him striking from the shadows."
Her peaceful smile returned, softening the heavy mood. "So, by permanently taking him off the board... you've actually done Kamar-Taj a massive service."
Rosh grinned faintly, shrugging his shoulders with an easygoing charm. "Well, in that case..." He spread his hands out wide. "Let's just call the account officially settled."
The Ancient One gave a small, approving nod, falling silent for a moment. She quietly studied the young merchant standing across from her, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of his relaxed posture.
"Our paths haven't truly crossed until today," she finally said, her voice dropping to a thoughtful tone. "And yet, fate has a funny way of putting people exactly where they need to be." She folded her hands neatly inside her long yellow sleeves. "If you aren't too busy... would you care to accompany me back to Kamar-Taj? I think a proper conversation would do us both a world of good."
"I'd love to," Rosh answered immediately, without even a split second of hesitation.
To him, this wasn't a trap; it was a goldmine of an opportunity. Whether the Sorcerer Supreme wanted to propose some kind of partnership or just wanted to size up the mysterious businessman who had turned her reality upside down, dodging her invitation wouldn't solve anything.
Besides, his Observation Haki had been subtly sweeping over her the entire time they were talking. Everything his advanced senses picked up confirmed his gut feeling: there wasn't an ounce of hostility in her. She was deeply curious, sure, and maybe a little cautious, but that was totally fair.
The Ancient One's smile widened just a bit. Without saying another word, she lifted her arm and elegantly swept her wrist through the air.
Instantly, a spectacular shower of bright orange sparks erupted into the space between them. They spun wildly, weaving themselves into a flawless, glowing circular portal. Through the swirling gateway, Rosh didn't see another barren wasteland. Instead, his eyes landed on a peaceful, quiet room lined with dark, polished wood. The furniture was simple, elegant, and entirely free of flashy decorations.
Even with all the massive changes he had brought to this timeline, that room looked exactly the way he remembered it from his past life's memories. It was the Ancient One's private quarters, tucked deep within the hidden heart of Kamar-Taj.
"After you, Manager Rosh."
The Ancient One stepped slightly to the side, extending a welcoming arm and inviting him to take the first step. Rosh gave her a polite, respectful nod before crossing the threshold of the glowing gateway.
The moment his boots cleared the portal, the view of the ruined mountain range vanished instantly. The smell of ozone and melted glass was replaced by the warm, earthy scent of old wood and faint incense. His feet landed softly on polished timber floorboards.
Just like that, he was in Kamar-Taj.
"Please," the Ancient One murmured, gesturing toward two simple, woven cushions resting on the floor opposite one another. "Make yourself comfortable."
Rosh didn't stand on ceremony or act nervous. He calmly dropped onto the cushion across from her, crossing his legs and settling in with total ease.
The room was incredibly peaceful. Golden sunlight filtered lazily through the grid-paned windows, throwing warm squares of light across the wooden interior. It felt completely disconnected from the violent battlefield they had been standing on just sixty seconds ago.
The Ancient One looked at him, her eyes crinkling with a gentle smile. "Tea or coffee?"
The question was so normal, so incredibly casual, that she sounded less like the legendary Sorcerer Supreme who guarded the planet from cosmic horrors, and more like a friendly neighbor welcoming a guest over for a chat.
"Tea would be great," Rosh replied.
"Good choice." A small, amused smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I don't actually keep coffee here anyway."
She picked up a delicate porcelain teapot, her movements fluid and practiced. Slowly, she poured a stream of fragrant, amber-colored liquid into a matching teacup, sliding it gracefully across the low table to rest in front of Rosh.
Rosh blinked, a little impressed. 'Wow, okay. Talk about a smooth host.' The Sorcerer Supreme definitely knew how to set a vibe. Suppressing a grin of his own, he picked up the warm porcelain cup and took a slow, measured sip.
The tea wasn't magical. It wasn't some legendary, mystical brew that was going to instantly unlock hidden powers or blast open his energy pathways. It was simply... a really, really good cup of tea. It was rich, smooth, and deeply comforting.
Rosh gave an appreciative nod. "Excellent flavor."
"I'm happy it's to your liking," she replied warmly.
Rosh set the teacup back down onto its saucer with a soft click. For a couple of beats, neither of them said a word.
Then, the air in the room subtly shifted. The physical warmth remained, but the meeting's casual tone evaporated, replaced by a sudden, heavy gravity.
The Ancient One folded her hands neatly inside her wide yellow sleeves, her expression turning serious. "To tell you the absolute truth, Manager Rosh... I've been watching you since the exact day you first arrived in this world."
Her voice stayed calm, almost conversational, but every single word dropped into the quiet room with immense weight.
"The very millisecond your presence entered this universe, I felt the ripple." She leaned slightly forward, locking her sharp eyes directly onto his. "You aren't originally from this reality. Am I correct?"
Even though she framed it as a question, her tone made it crystal clear that this was a fact she had already proven to herself a long time ago.
For the first time in a very long time, Rosh was genuinely taken aback.
As expected of one of the absolute strongest entities in the Marvel universe, he thought to himself, a mental whistle of respect echoed in his mind. 'She actually detected the exact moment I crossed over? That is honestly insane.'
After a tiny pause, he let out a helpless, amused chuckle. "You're making this afternoon tea feel awfully dangerous, Ancient One." He casually lifted the cup back up to his lips. "At least let me finish my drink before I have to start mapping out a tactical escape route."
His voice was light, injecting a bit of casual humor to break the mounting tension.
The Ancient One naturally picked up on his playful tone. She offered a soft smile but didn't play along with the joke. Instead, she kept her focus steady and calmly continued.
"Kamar-Taj exists for one primary reason: to protect the boundaries of this reality. One of our most sacred, ancient responsibilities is preventing external beings from other dimensions from messing with the natural flow of our universe." She held his gaze, her eyes entirely devoid of anger or malice. "So, from the moment you set foot here, you were naturally placed at the absolute top of my watchlist."
There wasn't a hint of accusation in her voice. She was just stating a plain, simple truth. From where the Sorcerer Supreme stood, tracking Rosh had never been a personal vendetta. It was just another day on the job.
The Ancient One continued, her voice maintaining that same calm, steady rhythm that made it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
"However... even though you dropped into our reality out of nowhere, you've never actually acted like an invader." She looked at Rosh, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You haven't tried to conquer the planet. You haven't tried to enslave humanity, and you're not angling to blow the world to pieces. Honestly? You've simply... changed it."
Her gaze drifted toward the window, looking past the ornate frames and out toward the snow-capped peaks of Kathmandu.
"I won't deny that the Devil Fruits you've introduced have brought their fair share of chaos," she admitted freely. "There have been brutal conflicts. There have been deaths. A lot of people have had their lives completely upended forever." She turned her focus back to him, her expression soft. "But let's be real, every massive turning point in human history has come with a heavy price tag. When I compare what you've done to the bloody revolutions and chaotic upheavals of mankind's past... the changes you've caused are surprisingly restrained."
A faint, genuine smile graced her face.
"In fact, you've actually given people opportunities. Regular, everyday individuals who used to be completely powerless now have a fighting chance to grab the steering wheel of their own destinies. The world is evolving, Manager Rosh, and despite the current disorder, that evolution isn't necessarily a bad thing."
She folded her hands back into her sleeves, leaning back slightly.
"So, after personally keeping tabs on you for the past two years, I've officially reached a conclusion. There is absolutely no need for Kamar-Taj to treat you as an enemy, and there is certainly no reason for us to try and banish you from this universe."
Rosh listened quietly, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he raised an eyebrow. "So..." He took a lazy sip of his tea, keeping his tone lighthearted. "Does this mean I should be thanking the Sorcerer Supreme for graciously letting me keep my shop open?"
His words were playful, but beneath the casual banter, Rosh knew exactly what she was leaving unsaid.
The Ancient One hadn't threatened him. She hadn't even tried to pull a power move to intimidate him. Yet, the absolute confidence radiating from her words was undeniable.
She didn't need to bark orders or flash her magic. The message was loud and clear: If you ever actually become a threat to this universe, I am fully capable of handling you. It wasn't coming from a place of unearned arrogance, either. It was the quiet, unshakable certainty of someone who knew exactly how much cosmic weight they could throw around.
Deep down, Rosh silently admitted the truth to himself.
Right now, at this exact moment... I'm still not strong enough to completely overpower her.
On paper, his physical stats were already off the charts. He had shattered the limits of ordinary human biology by an astronomical margin. Thanks to his constant training and adaptation, his raw strength had grown several times beyond the Glint-Glint Fruit's baseline potential. Against 99% of the heavy-hitters in this world, he was an absolute nightmare.
But the woman sitting across from him wasn't part of that 99%. She was the Ancient One, a centuries-old master of the Mystic Arts who could literally fold reality like origami and trap gods in mirror dimensions. Facing an opponent who could rewrite the rules of space and time on a whim, Rosh knew he still had a ways to go before he could claim total supremacy.
But that realization didn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, it kind of excited him.
Unlike the sorcerers, the mutants, or the gods of this universe, Rosh didn't have a ceiling. The Ancient One's power, no matter how staggering, was ultimately bound by the natural laws and magical limits of this reality.
However, his power wasn't. As long as customers kept walking through his door, as long as people kept buying Devil Fruits, and as long as Origin Points kept flooding into his system, his strength would just keep skyrocketing. Without limits. Without an end.
It wasn't a question of if he would eventually surpass the Sorcerer Supreme. It was strictly a matter of when.
The Ancient One seemed to catch the flash of unshakable confidence hiding just behind Rosh's relaxed expression. Her smile widened into something deeply knowing as she slowly lifted her own teacup.
"Gratitude isn't necessary, Manager," she said softly, her voice carrying the quiet echo of centuries of wisdom. "Everything that happens in this life begins and ends with the choices we make. What we receive, what we lose, and where we eventually end up... they are all just the natural consequences of the paths we choose to walk."
She looked at him over the rim of her porcelain cup, her eyes bright.
"The fact that you are sitting here today, sharing a peaceful cup of tea with me, isn't because I allowed it to happen, Rosh. It's because your own choices were powerful enough to bring you to this table."
The room fell back into a comfortable, easy silence.
Outside, a gentle mountain breeze stirred the colorful prayer flags hanging around Kamar-Taj, making them flutter softly against the sky. Inside, two completely extraordinary individuals sat face-to-face. One was the ancient guardian of the old world; the other was a cosmic wildcard whose boundless future had only just begun to show its true colors.
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