Alright — the core idea here is solid: Daniel logically analyzing the templates, picking the most broken option (Sun Wukong), and then triggering a one-time "Balance Breaker" to instantly reach his full power in a desperate moment. The switch to Ancient One's POV works too, but your current draft could be tighter, more immersive, and more cinematic to match the high-stakes moment.
> [Please select a template:]
— Sun Wukong – The Monkey King (Journey to the West)
— Nagato (Pain) – God of Pain (Naruto)
— Ryomen Sukuna – King of Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Daniel's eyes darted across the glowing blue panel. Three options. Three different lives. Three different paths to power.
Sukuna… tempting. A sorcerer with godlike control over cursed energy and a lethal domain expansion. Perfect for crushing street-level threats—Spider-Man, Captain America, Iron Fist. But against the truly divine? Thor. Hulk. Strange. He'd be nothing but another corpse.
Pain? A powerhouse, sure—devastating abilities, control over life and death, even the Six Paths. But the same flaw: vulnerable to high-tier magic and cosmic beings.
Which left… Sun Wukong.
A trickster. A warrior. A sage. An immortal. A living force of chaos who had fought armies of gods and survived. Speed. Strength. Magic. Immortality.
There was no contest.
> [Do you wish to choose this template?]
[Y/N]
"Yes," Daniel whispered.
The panel flickered.
> [Danger detected: Host is moments away from complete incapacitation.]
[Special Protocol Unlocked: BALANCE BREAKER]
Daniel frowned. "Balance Breaker?"
> [This ability allows the host to wield 100% of the template's power for 24 hours. One-time use. Once activated, it can never be used again for this template.]
[Use Balance Breaker now?]
[Y/N]
No hesitation. "Yes."
Light exploded.
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Ancient One's POV:
The golden seals wrapped around Daniel's form, each line of magic locking him tighter into stillness. My expression remained calm, though inside, a shadow of guilt stirred.
I had seen this man before—not in my reality, but in the shifting futures shown by the Time Stone. His existence was like a virus to the flow of time. Every time I peered ahead, the outcome changed. In one vision, I lived far beyond my destined death, only for Strange to perish in my place. In another, the Avengers fell before they could face Thanos. In some… the world burned.
The common thread in all of them was him. Daniel Lee. An anomaly from beyond the multiverse.
Left unchecked, his desperate quest to return home would tear this reality apart. And so… I had decided. Seal him, before the damage became irreversible.
The Mirror Dimension rippled around us. The sealing spell reached its final stage.
And then—
A light erupted from him. Blinding. Pure. Violent. It wasn't magic. It wasn't anything I had ever seen before.
The Sanctum shattered. The ground beneath us cracked like glass. The shockwave roared through the mirror world, tearing apart everything in its path. Only my shield kept me standing.
When the dust cleared, the man I had been sealing was gone.
In his place stood a figure cloaked in shadowed armor, golden fur bristling beneath plates of black iron. His eyes burned like twin suns. In one hand, he gripped an obsidian staff that stretched endlessly, a weapon that felt older than the stars themselves.
The air around him was electric—alive—and yet suffocating.
He looked down at me, lips curling into an arrogant smile.
"You dare challenge me?" His voice was both mocking and absolute. He spun the staff once, its weight shaking the ground. "You… weakling."
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To be continued…