ALEX HOME
MAY 8,1998(NIGHT)~MAY 9,1998 (MORNING)
ALEX POV
The warm, cozy scent of food drifted through the house, wrapping the living room in the comforting aroma wafting in from the kitchen.
I sat at the dinner table, watching Cara and Shinobu busily preparing something new. The sound of their giggling and playful chatter echoed softly from the kitchen, bringing a smile to my face.
It was peaceful—almost too quiet.
Grandpa Anish and Auron now lived in the house adjacent to ours. I had bought it after Mr. Anish insisted on getting his own place. He was family—he had lived with us until recently. I still didn't understand why he insisted on moving out.
If he were here now, he would've definitely shouted, "You two new couples are goddamn loud at night!"
As Cara gracefully set the dishes on the table, Shinobu walked over to me. She leaned in, placed a soft kiss on my cheek, and then sat beside me, while Cara settled on my right. We talked about our day—what we did, what happened—light, comforting conversation.
Cara, as usual, had been too busy. She had helped me lay down the groundwork across the company. With so many recent acquisitions, we were expanding fast… perhaps a little too fast. We decided to stabilize things first before pushing further.
As we talked and ate, I noticed Cara wasn't touching the food. She simply watched us eat with that warm look in her eyes. She could technically eat… but the food would be wasted. Her synthetic body wasn't made for digestion. She wasn't a clone made of organic tissue.
From the very beginning, she designed her body as a fully operational synthetic physical body to assist me —with, well, certain priorities in mind, including intimacy.
But that didn't change how I felt about her. Not even a little.
She looked at me with those soft, loving eyes—unwavering in their devotion. Unable to resist, I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. A soft, tender kiss.
Then I pulled back and smiled, shifting gears as I resumed eating.
"Cara, have you tailed Victor lately? Where is he now?" I asked casually, popping a piece of salad into my mouth.
Cara, still blushing slightly from the kiss, replied, "He's at the old castle—his family's estate. I don't know why he went there. But… the nanobot we planted on him crashed just as he entered the castle grounds."
I paused, frowning slightly. That wasn't a coincidence.
I nodded slowly, lost in thought. Something about this didn't sit right.
"Is he a problem, Alex? You've been thinking about him for the past two days," Shinobu asked, her voice soft but curious as she scooped rice delicately with her chopsticks.
She had been watching Cara and me talk seriously, and a flicker of concern crossed her face. She didn't want to be someone who simply stayed home—she wanted to help me too.
"Yes… he could be a problem," I said after a pause, turning toward her. "A big problem. If countered properly, he might become a powerful ally. But… if mishandled, he could become the worst enemy I've ever faced."
As I looked at her, I noticed some rice crumbs clinging to her lips. Smiling softly, I reached over and gently brushed my thumb across them to clean it off.
Shinobu blushed slightly and closed her eyes, savoring the small, caring gesture.
"Then… why don't we just take action against him now? Isn't he just a human at the moment?" she asked, setting down her chopsticks into her bowl.
I leaned back, sighing deeply. "It's complicated, Shinobu. This world… it's not like yours. One single action here can ripple into hundreds of consequences later. It could spark disasters I might not be ready to handle. And right now, I'm still too weak to deal with problems of that scale."
Shinobu blinked, eyes widening in disbelief. "Y-You're weak?" she echoed in shock.
Even though Cara had explained the basics of this world and power structures, Shinobu still didn't fully understand. In her eyes, I was the strongest being she had ever seen. Or even imagined. A man who could crush monsters and demons with ease. The idea of me being weak didn't compute.
"Yes," I replied seriously. "The beings in the Stage-1 simulations are only at planetary to stellar level… maybe a bit stronger. There's no point in training with someone who can erase galaxies with a single energy wave."
I saw the disbelief on her face, so I continued.
"The person Inosuke fought in that simulation? He was roughly at stellar level. But that's just the surface. In reality, he's far more powerful—and his potential? It's at the universal level."
I met her gaze as I said the next words slowly.
"If he ever reaches his peak… he'll be capable of destroying entire sections of his home universe with a single punch."
I turned to Cara. "And you've already taught Shinobu the scale of a universe, haven't you?"
Cara nodded solemnly.
Shinobu sat there silently, trying to grasp the unimaginable power levels we were discussing. Her world—the Demon Slayer world—was terrifying in its own right, but this was something far beyond anything she'd ever known.
The dinner table, once filled with light laughter and chatter, now simmered with tension… and the quiet weight of truth.
After dinner, we all went to bed. Of course, before falling asleep, there was a bit of... night-time activity with Cara and Shinobu. The kind of activity that leaves your muscles pleasantly sore and your mind at peace.
Six hours later, I stirred awake.(6:30 AM)
The bed was still warm, their soft breaths steady beside me, but I quietly slipped out without disturbing them. After a quick wash, I teleported straight into the System Space to resume my training.
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SYSTEM SPACE
Third Person POV
In the sterile silence of the System Space, Alex stepped out of the shimmering blue simulation chamber, beads of condensed steam rising off his bare shoulders. His eyes were sharp, focused, but there was a noticeable fatigue laced beneath the surface.
A Spade-model AI robot was already waiting, standing still beside a small utility counter.
Without a word, it handed him a slim, silver bottle of nutrient liquid. Alex took it without hesitation and gulped it down in one go.
"Spade, what time is it?" he asked while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He had spent far too long inside the simulation.
"It's 8:20 AM, sir," the AI replied smoothly, placing the empty bottle onto a sleek tray.
"Hmm…" Alex nodded, running his fingers through his tousled hair. He then opened his System Panel, eyes narrowing as a familiar tab caught his attention—the System Mall.
The shop had just refreshed the previous day. He had already scanned through the options, but needed time to really think about what was worth buying. Even if something looked powerful or useful, wasting SP now could delay acquiring something far more crucial.
Like that damned Golden Page from Library of Heaven's Path—his current obsession. It wasn't just any item; it was a game-changer. And to make matters more urgent, the shop's refresh time had increased from four months to five.
{SYSTEM MALL}{SYSTEM POINT(SP)-16040}
REFRESH PERIOD: MAY 8, 1998 ~ OCT 9, 1998
-Valyrian Steel Sword ×2 – 140 SP
-Omni-language Skill – 1500 SP
-Physical Enhancement Potion ×5 – 1500 SP
-Matter Manipulation (Molecule Level) – 1000 SP (Upgradeable via SP)
-Vibranium (10 kg) – 2500 SP
-Nen Scroll –1500 SP
-True night sky sword [Enhanced](SAO-ALICIZATION) – 2000 SP
-Compass – 0 SP (AN: DONT COMMENT I FORGOT ABOUT THE AMOUNT THE SP IS REALLY 0)
-Pocket watch [5 dial only] – 1250 SP
-Fountain of youth {seven deadly sins} - 3000 SP
[CART – Item Slot 1/2]: Golden Page (LOHP) (200000SP)
Note:You may store only two items in the cart. System Mall will refresh again after 5 months.
Alex studied the list, arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on his face.
AN: See item details at the end of the chapter; I will only explain some that are necessary.
"Hmm… I really gave these a lot of thought," he muttered. "Each item has its merit. Except maybe those Valyrian swords—they're not bad, but let's be honest, I can forge better gear myself now."
He glanced again at the Omni-language Skill. "Sure, it sounds useful… but with my photographic memory and current intellIgence, I can learn any language on my own. Spending 1500 SP on that? Wasteful. Plus, learning languages manually helps keep me grounded. It fills time and gives me something like a hobby to learn."
His gaze lingered on the Matter Manipulation ability. "Now that's useful. The kind of thing that can scale if I invest in it right."
Eventually, with a calm breath, he selected and purchased everything except the Valyrian Steel Swords and Omni-language Skill.
With all things considered, at first I wanted to save the SP, but the items were truly worth it. But if this goes on, I won't be able to buy the page soon. Are HIGHER BEING capitalists?
After doing basic menial activity in the space to understand what the Spades were doing here, I noticed they were experimenting on things like healing potions, stamina potions, training potions, and other equipment meant for battle.
Seeing this, I left them to it after seeing my own research on the blood I got from Akaza. Even though I wanted Muzan's blood, I didn't want to risk it—and it's not necessary. Even Akaza's will do.
I just wanted to know the DNA and other elements that changed them from humans into demons.If he can tap into the regeneration ability of demons, it seems he also needs life force or stamina in his body.
For example, Nezuko was able to heal even without eating humans because she slept a lot to conserve her energy.
As he thought this, he casually swayed his hand.
But now, having the Fountain of Youth... that fierce determination to solve these complex research challenges no longer feels necessary.
I'll research my own blood now—with that, if I can even make a replica of the Fountain of Youth, I'll give it to Cara, Shinobu, and Jean. Well, speaking of that name—Jean—what is she doing right now? I need to meet her. But those damn paranoid baldies might be stalking both of us.
Well... let's go meet Mom and Dad. He thought before teleporting back to reality
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BROOKLYN BRIDGE, NEW YORK CITY
MAY 9, 1998
THIRD PERSON POV
A red SUV swayed gently through the midday traffic atop the Brooklyn Bridge, its glossy surface catching rays of spring sunlight. Inside, tension hung heavier than the city smog.
"I already told you, Ben," Susan Storm said, her voice laced with both concern and frustration,
"Reed and Alex are working on a cure. Why are you so fixated on going out like this? It'll only make things worse—with Debbie, with everything. You saw it yourself—she doesn't even acknowledge you as her fiancé anymore."
She hadn't wanted to go out, but Alex had strictly instructed the team never to let Ben wander off alone, especially in his current condition. So here she was, reluctantly accompanying him on what felt like a doomed mission of the heart.
Ben sat beside her, his massive frame sinking into the seat like a boulder. His rocky hands clenched his thighs, the orange stone groaning softly under pressure.
"I thought she'd understand," Ben murmured, voice gravelly and low, like thunder from a far-off storm. "Thought maybe… maybe we could still work it out somehow. Even if it takes time, I still believe in her…"
His words trailed off, crushed beneath the weight of reality. Susan glanced sideways at him. There was pain in his eyes—raw, human pain that no mutation could mask.
"Don't lose hope," she said gently, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Believe in Reed. If anyone can help, it's him."
Ben gave a small nod, barely acknowledging her, eyes distant.
Suddenly—
From the opposite end of the bridge, a small black car jerked out of its lane. The driver, mid-argument on his cellphone, never saw the biker weaving through traffic until the last second.
SCREEEEECH!
The car swerved violently.
The biker was launched into the air, limbs flailing, a blood-curdling scream ripping from his throat before he slammed into the hood and rolled lifelessly onto the pavement.
Gasps erupted across the bridge.
Metal crashed against metal. Horns blared. One car after another slammed into the next in a violent chain reaction. Flames burst from an overturned SUV. A delivery truck skidded sideways and teetered dangerously over the edge of the suspension rails.
In mere seconds, the Brooklyn Bridge had transformed into a twisted graveyard of steel and fire.
Susan slammed the brakes, the red SUV jerking to a halt. She and Ben leapt out, eyes wide, hearts pounding.
"Oh no…" Susan breathed, stunned.
Ben didn't wait.
The moment his brain registered danger, his body moved on instinct. He thundered down the bridge, massive feet shaking the asphalt with every step.
People screamed, fleeing in every direction. Parents clutched children, strangers trampled over one another in raw panic.
Another screech tore through the chaos—a firetruck barreling toward the edge, brakes howling. One front tire caught a crack in the road, causing the vehicle to spin sideways. The momentum dragged it toward the very edge of the bridge—one wheel already hanging over the open air.
A firefighter clung to the side of the vehicle, white-knuckled, dangling above death.
Ben saw it. And he ran harder.
With a guttural roar, he threw his full weight against the front of the firetruck, slamming both hands into the metal with a force that echoed across the bridge.
His boots carved deep trenches into the pavement, muscles bulging beneath the rocky skin of hi Unstable molecule uniform—one Alex had reinforced specially for Ben, ensuring it wouldn't rip apart during high-impact incidents like this.
Veins of effort pulsed across his granite-like arms. Inch by inch, he pushed the truck away from the edge.
The firefighter collapsed backward in stunned relief, mouth hanging open. "Th-thank you…"
Ben gave only a nod, chest heaving, sweat invisible beneath the stone.
But the danger wasn't over yet.
Another nearby car had caught fire. Flames licked up its side, inching closer to a puddle of gasoline snaking dangerously toward the wreck.
Ben turned—but before he could charge again, a high-pressure jet of water slammed into the flames, extinguishing them instantly.
Susan Storm stood atop a nearby SUV, one hand extended forward, her eyes narrowed in intense focus. For a moment, the air around her shimmered—a translucent ripple fading as her invisible force field collapsed.
Behind her, a cluster of civilians looked up in awe. She'd shielded them just in time.
She leapt down, landing beside Ben with a fluid grace.
"You okay?" she asked, voice tight with concern.
Ben grunted, giving her a tired, thankful nod.
Above them, something streaked across the sky—fire trailing behind it like a comet.
BOOM!
Johnny Storm hit the pavement hard, cracking concrete beneath his feet. Flames rolled off his body like a cloak of solar energy. He grinned like a man born to steal the spotlight.
"Well, well," he drawled. "What do we have here? A rocky rescue mission?"
He and Reed also came in this direction when they get to know that Ben went to his fiancee house.
Ben rolled his eyes. "Not the time, matchstick."
"Relax," Johnny said, waving a flaming hand. "I brought the heat."
Then came new screams—from the other side of the wreckage.
A semi-truck, its windshield spider-webbed, roared forward. The driver inside was slumped against the wheel, unconscious. Worse—he was barreling straight toward a trapped group of civilians.
Too fast.
Too close.
Too late?
No.
The entire middle of the bridge shifted.
Steel twisted like taffy. Asphalt buckled and curved. The truck suddenly slammed into… nothing?
No—something.
Reed Richards stood at the far end, his arms stretched impossibly long, wrapped around a support pillar like living rubber. He'd extended his body to form a barrier just in time.
Veins stood out on his forehead, face contorted in effort.Its not that he got slammed by the truck but the thing he is holding will break that's why he has extra pressure.
"Someone please shut off that engine!" he shouted over the chaos.
Johnny zipped forward, eyes locked onto the semi.
"On it!"
In a burst of flames, he melted the tires into the asphalt, anchoring the truck in place. The screech of liquefying rubber filled the air, followed by a deafening silence.
Smoke wafted above the wreckage.
Slowly, civilians began crawling out of crushed vehicles. Firefighters pulled injured men and women from twisted doors. The chaos settled into stunned quiet.
At the heart of it all stood Ben, Sue, Reed, and Johnny.
Like something out of a comic book come to life.
From the crowd, a shaky voice rose. "Who… who are you guys?!"
Johnny turned, his expression lighting up as if he'd been waiting all day for this moment. He raised both arms like a stage performer bowing at curtain call.
"We're the Fantastic Four," he declared proudly, with extra flare on the delivery.
Ben groaned loudly.
Sue folded her arms, unimpressed. "Johnny…"
He winked. "What? It's catchy."
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BAXTER BUILDING
Third Person POV
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the group of four who had just pulled off their first heroic feat as a team. Tired yet alert, adrenaline still simmering beneath their skin, they stepped into the gleaming halls of the Baxter Building—a structure jointly funded by Reed Richards and Alex.
At first, Reed had insisted on working solo—researching their mutations privately, far from the agendas of Doom Industries. He had argued for independence, claiming they owed no loyalty to Victor or his empire. But things hadn't gone according to plan.
Alex offered Reed something he couldn't refuse: funding, resources, and most importantly, suppor and full control. Unlike his comic counterpart, this Reed wasn't sitting on a fortune built from patents—at least not yet.
His most valuable innovation, the unstable molecule—a game-changer used by heroes, militaries, and governments alike—was now in Alex's hands.
And Alex wasn't wasting it—he was refining it. After doing some more research he will trade it with other org. For better connection and deeper motive.
As the team entered the lab, they found Alex seated on a couch, his head slightly lowered, one hand gently massaging his temple.
Cara sat beside him, legs crossed, expression neutral, though her eyes remained subtly trained on Alex, watching him like a ticking clock.
There was something... off.
Susan, walking in first, immediately picked up on the sadness etched across Alex's features. His usual energy—the confidence that often danced behind his every move—was dimmed. She opened her mouth to speak, but Johnny broke the silence.
{AN: Alex just returned from visiting his parents, and he had to act positively in front of them.}
"Well, well, look who it is," Johnny quipped, casually flopping onto a nearby chair. "The guy who made us run hell drills in his rusty warehouse. What, here to scold Reed for growing a spine?"
The training sessions held in the warehouse-turned-testing ground, created by Alex for his future team, helped test their durability. He even made them fight an advanced SPADE AI unit. Reed, meanwhile, had been developing his own AI called HERBIE, focused on quantum computing and hyperspace calculations.
Alex, keep an eye on this max-intelligence, low-wisdom individual(Reed Richards) before he blows up New York by opening a portal to the different dimension.
Alex didn't even flinch. "Don't make it sound like I chained you up in some basement," he said dryly. "And no, I'm not here for Reed." His tone grew more serious. "I saw what happened on the Brooklyn Bridge."
The mood shifted.
A light but noticeable tension hung between Reed and Alex. Reed awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't take it the wrong way," Alex added, flashing a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I think what you did was right. Sometimes, the moment decides the hero."
'That's what I want from you. If you don't become the Fantastic Four, there might be more problems than you becoming one.Even though I'm getting stronger, I still need time. It's only been about three months since I awakened, and being this strong already is impressive. But this is Marvel—I still need to stay on guard. Especially with Doom. I don't know what he's planning in Latveria.' Alex thought silently.
Behind him, Cara adjusted her glasses and flicked her fingers across a nearby touchscreen. A projection floated mid-air, showing real-time analytics, news coverage, and social media reactions.
The world had seen what happened. And the world was impressed.
The name Fantastic Four was already trending, thanks to Johnny's impromptu self-introduction to a crowd of stunned onlookers.
Reed stared at the footage, emotions swirling inside him. He wanted to help people—but also fix what had happened to them. The guilt of their mutations weighed heavily on him. He wasn't ready to be a hero.
"We're not trying to be heroes," Reed muttered. "We just did what we had to. We don't plan on staying like this forever."
Alex didn't respond immediately. He leaned back slightly and folded his arms, eyes locked on Reed.
"Well, I'm not saying it's all your fault," he said casually. "But if someone were to propose turning you guys into an official team of superheroes, that person might have a pretty convincing argument."
He tilted his head toward the far end of the lab.
Everyone turned.
From the shadows emerged a man in a dark suit, walking with practiced confidence. His calm smile was almost too polite to be natural.
"Hello," the man said, stepping forward and offering a hand to Reed. "I'm Agent Phil Coulson. From... S.H.I.E.L.D."
He paused, the word hanging in the air.
"A government agency operating under the World Security Council," he added.
Reed shook his hand slowly, confused. His eyes darted toward Alex, silently asking, Is this for real?
Alex simply shrugged, as if to say, Figure it out yourself.
Coulson turned toward Alex. "Mr. Alex, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak with them privately."
Alex gave a small nod. "Go ahead. I already know what you're going to say."
He wasn't wrong.
Thanks to his nanobots—small, unnoticed, and all-hearing within certain limits—Alex already had intel on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s inner workings. His conversation with Nick Fury had been enlightening. Unlike the MCU version, this S.H.I.E.L.D. had uncovered far more than expected.
CARA had already infiltrated HYDRA—though only access to files and records, not the hidden projects or initiatives. HYDRA didn't store those digitally.
They both had data on sorcery—thanks to an encounter with the ancient mutant Selene.
They both knew of alternate dimensions, though only one confirmed sighting so far. But they still remained unaware of Kamar-Taj or the Kunlun, but their grasp on reality's hidden layers was broader than it should be.
Alex remained seated, arms resting on his knees, watching as Coulson guided the four deeper into the lab for their "private" talk. His mind drifted back to the bridge. To the chaos. To their choice.
He let out a quiet breath.
"So, they're really stepping into the world now," he murmured.
Cara looked at him, curious. "Does it bother you?"
Alex offered a half-smirk. "Not really. It's their story too. I'm just making sure they get the right script."especially Reed I don't want to see megamind version of Reed.
The only thing Coulson could do now was convince them that the world they lived in wasn't what they thought. There weren't just mutants—but aliens and hidden civilizations. Earth was vulnerable.
Even with valid points, Reed would still do things his way. Not even Alex could control him. Reed was only grateful to Alex for what he'd done for them so far.
The truth was, Reed wasn't sure if Susan or Ben would want to live like this forever. As for Johnny, there was no need to ask—his face already said it all. Even before this, Johnny had made it clear: We should keep these powers.
"Well, Mr. Coulson, the things you discussed with us might be classified—possibly even above the clearance of world leaders," Reed said calmly.
"But even if we use these powers to protect the public or the Earth, we won't serve under any government or military label. Thank you for the talk. We'll help each other as allies, if my team agrees."
Reed's expression was firm. Coulson, still smiling, shook his hand and bid farewell. Once outside, he stepped into his car and called Nick Fury.
"What's the result, Coulson?" Fury asked bluntly.
"They refused, sir," Coulson replied. "But I think they might be open to vigilante activity."
"Well, I expected that. Reed is stubborn. He approached many organizations and governments for funding for his starship project. None helped. In the end, he had to go to Doom. Still... even if the result wasn't ideal, it's good enough," Fury said in his usual serious tone.
Coulson looked puzzled, about to ask something, but Fury cut in
"This gives us what we need for the World Security Council. Proof that metahuman individuals can help protect Earth from outside threats. If the Fantastic Four receives positive public feedback, more hidden metahumans may step forward. That makes passing the Avengers Initiative much easier."
Coulson nodded, understanding as they reviewed the latest reports—especially those on Alex.
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AT THE SAME TIME
THIRD PERSON POV
CLANG.
The hammer struck molten iron, the sound sharp and thunderous in the stillness of the cavern.
CLANG.
Sparks burst outward, lighting the shadows that clung to the stone walls. The flames of the forge danced wildly, as if reacting to the rage and purpose burning in the man who worked the anvil.
Victor Von Doom, shirtless and scarred, his hands blistered and blackened from days without rest, shaped the armor piece by piece. His breath was heavy, his mind fixed on two things—vengeance… and redemption.
Unlike his comic counteraprt, there were no monks to guide him. No sages to whisper forgotten secrets.
All his knowledge— of the arcane—had come from one source.
His mother.
Or what remained of her soul.
Her voice had been soft, but her sorrow shook him more deeply than any scream.
"My son… I am proud of the man you've become. But this power… this armor you forge… is not just for the world. It is for me."
She had taught him the rites, the sigils, the ancient paths of magic lost to time. Science sharpened his mind—but it was his mother's soul that ignited his power.
And then she gave him a single, damning condition:
"Forge your destiny, Victor. Create a vessel that can challenge gods… and when the world kneels, the final key to my freedom will be yours. The ritual must be done on the night of blood and fire."
(An:She told him that her soul is trapped in hell so to escape from their he need to do a ritual)
Her spirit faded into embers that night. And now, each strike of the hammer was a step toward that moment.
CLANG.
He raised the mask.
Steel gray. Cold. Silent.
Its surface was smooth but unfeeling, like the man he was becoming.
His reflection shimmered in the glowing metal—what remained of his humanity… and what he was about to bury forever.
He brought it closer. Closer still—until it seared against his face.
SSSHHHHH—
The hiss of burning metal on flesh echoed through the cave.
But he didn't scream. He didn't flinch.
When the steam cleared, Doctor Doom stood in place of Victor.
The armor gleamed, carved with both mechanical precision and mystical sigils that pulsed faintly beneath the surface. His emerald cloak billowed behind him, untouched by wind. His hands curled into fists.
He gazed forward, into the shadows ahead. And with a voice like thunder rolling over a battlefield, he declared:
"Let the world see the Doom it has wrought. And when it falls… I will walk through Hell itself to bring my mother home."
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AUTHOR NOTE - Are you getting boring i know the plot is something i need to build before fight i cant magicaly convinve heroes to be hero alex is one thing but others are not
• Physical Enhancement PotionA powerful serum that breaks the natural limits of human potential. It drastically enhances physical attributes such as strength, speed, stamina, and reflexes. However, unlike Alex's personal version, this potion does not grant high intelligence or near-photographic memory—its effects are purely physical.
• Matter Manipulation (Molecular Level)Grants the user the ability to manipulate matter at the molecular level. With focus and effort, one can restructure, reshape, or alter the composition of any material, giving immense control over the physical world. The precision and energy required depend on the complexity of the change.
• Nen ScrollA mystical scroll that allows the user to unlock and learn Nen, a powerful energy system from another world. Usage requires sufficient life energy—without it, the scroll will not activate. Failure to meet the requirement may result in physical backlash or death.
• True Night Sky Sword [Enhanced] (SAO: Alicization)
• True Night Sky Sword [Enhanced] (SAO: Alicization)
Forged from the eternal void itself, the True Night Sky Sword [Enhanced] is a pitch-black, indestructible blade that far surpasses its original incarnation. It radiates an overwhelming, silent pressure—like the void between stars, cold and absolute.
This upgraded version not only cuts through nearly any material but also absorbs and devours all physical impact upon it. Blades shatter against its edge. Energy disperses into nothingness. It feeds on more than force—the sword consumes the raw emotions of those it clashes with: fear, anger, hatred—all drawn into its void-like core.
The more the opponent resists, the more the blade drinks in their turmoil, converting that emotional chaos into devastating, uncontrollable power. At its peak, it can unleash that gathered energy in a cataclysmic counterstrike—an eruption of emotion-fueled destruction that tears through even the strongest defenses.
• Compass of FateA mystical compass that doesn't point north. Instead, its needle points toward a destined encounter—be it a person, opportunity, or event. It never reveals what lies ahead, only that it is tied to fate. Highly unpredictable, but always significant.light up when fate detected can be used once
• Five-Dial Pocket Watch (Time Reversal – Multiverse Limited)A silver pocket watch with five time dials. Each dial allows a one-time reversal of time by exactly one day within a single timeline or universe. Not effective against beings that transcend time itself, such as Eternity, The Living Tribunal, and similar cosmic entities.
• Fountain of Youth Elixir (Seven Deadly Sins)A vial containing the same immortal elixir once consumed by Ban. Drinking it grants eternal youth, near-immortality, and resistance to aging, disease, and most injuries. The transformation is permanent and cannot be undone.