When the Supreme Observer weakly opened his eyes, he saw Malrick Stark and Waqtu gazing down at him.
"Are you… going to kill me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. His body was shattered, Heat Vision having finished what injuries remained. The blue in his eyes flickered dimly, like a decades-old incandescent bulb.
"Why… why didn't I see your strength, or anticipate this…" he murmured.
Malrick placed a reassuring hand on Waqtu's shoulder, letting him step forward. Waqtu looked at his mentor, thoughts whirling.
"You've been an Observer too long, Mentor," Waqtu said softly. "You've grown used to looking down on everyone, seeing them as mere stories or fleeting shadows. That's why it's hard for you to imagine something beyond your knowledge, something you've never encountered."
The Supreme Observer turned his head slowly, eyes clouded with confusion.
"So… Waqtu, how… how did you foresee this?"
His arrogance had always been absolute. He had never fought, never believed anyone could oppose him, and assumed he knew everything. Yet today, he had been defeated—defeated by Malrick, a being he thought had no secrets, wielding power beyond his comprehension. His worldview was collapsing.
"I foresaw this because I learned from the people I value," Waqtu said, seizing the moment. "Mentor, if you set aside your prejudices, lower your stance, and truly engage with the Multiverse, you can learn from every corner of it."
The Supreme Observer stared blankly, then looked at Malrick.
"So… I was wrong? Is the Cult wrong too? And Malrick Stark… will you kill me, just like you killed Thanos?"
Malrick smiled calmly. "No. You are Waqtu's mentor. He would be saddened if you died."
"That is not our way," Waqtu added firmly.
"Way?" The Supreme Observer was stunned. "Even now, after seeing us prepare to execute you, you still honor the Cult's oath?"
"I never forgot it," Waqtu said. "Everything I am comes from your teachings. What I do now is repay that guidance. Mentor, you must understand: observing only scratches the surface. True comprehension comes from engagement, from practice."
"Comprehend… how? How do I… comprehend?" the Supreme Observer murmured.
"To comprehend, you must act, you must experience," Waqtu said, glancing at Malrick.
Malrick nodded. "Exactly. And there's no better practice than this—saving the Multiverse. At the end of this cosmic era, even if you survive until the next Multiversal rebirth, will you still uphold the same oath? Immortality does not guarantee timeless doctrines. It's time to adapt."
He looked at the three Supreme Observers. A subtle, hidden challenge gleamed in his eyes. Malrick's intent was clear: he wasn't just saving the Multiverse, he was recruiting the Watchers' Cult. Not for the Multiverse alone, but for the sake of mastering strength itself.
From the day he awakened his superhuman bloodline at eighteen, Malrick's goal had always been simple: grow stronger, day by day. Now, with his world intact, with those he loved around him, he had reason to save it—and to bring others into his cause.
Waqtu nodded repeatedly. "Yes. Now is the perfect time. Mentor, the Cult must evolve. Join Malrick, and learn to truly comprehend."
He extended his hand toward the Supreme Observer. Silence fell over the Observer Realm. The three Supremes stared, hesitant. Jarvis and Black Strange were equally stunned. They had never witnessed such a persuasive, audacious recruitment.
Then, with a decisive slap, the Supreme Observer's hand met Waqtu's. Supporting each other, the three Supremes rose to their feet. Under Malrick's watchful eyes, understanding passed silently between them.
Jarvis and Black Strange remained speechless, unable to process the scene. Malrick, however, laughed heartily. "Welcome to the TVA."
In the Marvel Universe, some heroes and villains never yield, even against impossible odds. But there are those supreme beings who understand the truth of strength: when defeated, they recognize right from wrong, and are willing to change course.
Led by the three former Supreme Observers, the Watchers' Cult joined the TVA. Each possessed super-singularity level power, far beyond their former passive observation roles. With them now assisting, the Multiverse's relocation accelerated, Earths queued outside the God-Kingdom Universe like never before.
A new day dawned.
Malrick held a ceramic teacup, watching the timelines shrink on the massive screen. "So fast," he murmured. With the Watchers now part of the TVA, each day felt like a victory.
"Another beautiful day," he added, a small smile spreading across his face.
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