In Marvel as a summoning Mage

As Ritsuka sat on the rooftop bench, the moon hung like a glowing pearl in the midnight sky, casting its gentle light over the small garden below. The flowers looked almost ethereal, their colors muted yet shimmering under the silver beams. Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the soft footsteps behind him.

"Senpai?" The familiar, gentle voice made him turn. Mashu stood there in casual attire, looking adorably different from her usual armor. Fou perched on her shoulder, eyes bright as he surveyed the scene. Ritsuka quickly wiped a stray tear from his cheek and smiled at her.

"Mashu," he greeted, waving her over. "You didn't interrupt anything. Come, sit with me."

She nodded, sitting down beside him as Fou hopped to her lap. Together, they gazed at the moonlit garden, bathed in silence. The quiet peace felt almost surreal, with the blossoms glowing softly under the moon's embrace.

After a while, Mashu spoke up. "Senpai, this is so… peaceful." She looked down, her voice softening. "Now that I'm just me, I mean—my own power, without Heroic Spirit Galahad. I still have his shield, but… I'm no longer fused with him. I can't feel his power anymore."

Ritsuka gave her an understanding nod. "I see. I never got a chance to talk with him much, you know? But it's hard to think of you without him… still, you're Mashu. That's more than enough."

The silence lingered, deep and comfortable. Fou, however, had enough of waiting. "Fou, fou!" he barked impatiently, hopping up to tap Mashu on the head as if saying, Get on with it already!

They both chuckled at the little creature's antics. With a final "Fou fou!" he scampered off, muttering something about finding Fenris and cake.

When Fou was gone, Mashu took a deep breath. "Senpai… I'm sorry. I know you've grown so much stronger, and… I'm still… weak. Even in the past, as your first Servant, I was never strong. In fact, I've only grown weaker."

Ritsuka shook his head firmly. "You're wrong, Mashu."

Mashu bit her lip, glancing down. "No, Senpai. Back then, I realized just how… powerless I was. A dropout of a Servant. You suffered so much, and I just… I could never compare to the other Servants, or… to the others who love you." Her voice shook. "Good for nothing, that's all I was. And now, with you so powerful… you don't need me anymore."

Ritsuka watched her, his eyes soft with understanding, and called out gently, "Mashu…"

Hesitantly, she lifted her head, her eyes brimming with sadness. "Yes?"

Without warning, Ritsuka leaned forward and tapped his forehead to hers—a sudden, playful headbutt. She gasped, blinking in surprise.

"Back then, we were both dumb, right?" he teased. "But no, you were even dumber!"

"Senpai!" Mashu protested, cheeks flushed.

"Look, Mashu," he continued, "you keep putting other Servants on a pedestal and then putting yourself down. But you know what? You're kind, hardworking, and… honestly, you're amazing." He smirked, adding, "Not to mention your chest is… pretty impressive too!"

Mashu's face turned beet red as she stared at him in shock, but Ritsuka went on, undeterred. "If it hadn't been for you on that first day, those skeletons would have taken me out. I'm only here because you were there with me, right from the start."

He reached over, gently taking her hand in his. "I'm glad you were there. Really… thank you, Mashu."

She looked at him, teary-eyed but smiling. "Senpai…"

He squeezed her hand a little tighter. "You call yourself a replacement, but you're not. No one could ever replace you."

"But… I'm still so weak," she murmured.

Ritsuka shook his head. "What's wrong with that? You've seen me at my worst, remember? Back then, I was barely managing to summon shadow Servants. I was weak too, flawed and far from perfect. But I kept moving forward, and you were always by my side, cheering me on."

He smiled warmly. "Just having you call me Senpai… that's more than enough for me. You're irreplaceable, Mashu. Believe me."

A soft wind blew around them, rustling the flowers in the garden, and the moonlight caught on Mashu's face as her sad expression slowly melted into a radiant smile. Tears filled her eyes, but they were no longer sad; they shimmered with joy.

"You're my hero, Senpai," Mashu whispered, her voice filled with admiration.

Ritsuka winked, giving her head a gentle pat. "Right?"

She chuckled through her happy tears, leaning into his touch. Then, with a sudden flash of boldness, he found himself blurting out, "Also, Mashu, I think… I think I can finally say this… Mashu, I love you."

He felt his face heat up, and a brief, nervous silence settled between them. But he didn't have long to wait. Before he knew it, Mashu leaned forward, her lips meeting his in a soft, tender kiss. She pulled back, her face radiant with happiness, eyes still wet with joyful tears. In that moment, they knew—they had finally opened their hearts to each other, embracing the love they'd both kept hidden for so long.

In the hall behind them, Ritsuka's lovers watched, some cheering, others clapping quietly, touched by the moment. Mashu and Ritsuka, oblivious to it all, continued to gaze at each other, the world around them fading away. For now, it was just the two of them under the gentle light of the moon, together at last.

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(Few hours before)

Karna strolled down the streets of New York, the crisp city air brushing against him as he adjusted the black sunglasses on his face. It was strange, really—he wasn't used to taking a day off, especially one forced upon him. But, apparently, Ritsuka and the others had insisted. He could almost hear their words again, ringing in his mind: "Take a break, Karna. Enjoy yourself!" And so, here he was, wandering through the lively streets of a foreign world. It felt… unusual.

He couldn't quite figure out why he had been so reluctant to leave the battlefield, even for a day. But no sooner had he started walking than a familiar voice chimed in his mind, cutting through his thoughts like a sharp blade.

"Honestly, Karna," the Phoenix's voice echoed, tinged with her characteristic bite. "You're hopeless. Taking a break isn't going to kill you. Or… maybe for someone like you, it's actually harder than facing battle?"

Karna blinked, almost stopping in his tracks. "Phoenix?" he asked quietly, tilting his head slightly. "It's unusual to hear from you like this. But… yes, I suppose a break is just… different from what I'm used to."

The Phoenix sighed, a bit impatiently. "Only you would need to justify taking a break. But whatever—just… try to enjoy it, for once. Pretend you're not the Hero of Charity for a few hours."

A small smile played at Karna's lips. "If you insist. Though I don't quite understand why this is necessary, I'll do my best to... unwind."

They continued on in silence, Karna taking in the city's sights with a calm expression, oblivious to the admiring glances cast his way. He noticed people looking at him, some even approaching to compliment him, but he brushed it off as a quirk of this strange new world. A group of women walked by, giggling as they asked if they could take a picture with him. Another asked for his number, to which he simply responded, "I work at Fou's Delight Bakery; you're welcome to visit anytime." He even handed out a small stack of bakery flyers, proudly promoting the little shop.

The Phoenix's voice grew louder in his mind, laced with a hint of irritation. "Are you seriously not seeing what's going on? All these women fawning over you? Have you really no idea?"

Karna tilted his head, puzzled. "I thought it was… normal for people in this world to take photos with strangers?"

"That's not the point!" The Phoenix practically huffed, though her voice was tinged with exasperated affection. "Honestly, do you even look at yourself, Karna? You're… you're… you're a fool! Do you have any idea what those sunglasses are doing?"

Karna stopped, peering down at his shades curiously. "They're simply a disguise… aren't they?"

The Phoenix scoffed. "You're calling that a disguise? You're drawing more attention with those than if you'd just walked around without them! And you—handing out numbers to random strangers? Are you completely dense?"

Karna simply chuckled, oblivious to her growing frustration. "I suppose I didn't realize it. If it bothers you, Phoenix, I can stop." He removed the sunglasses, folding them neatly and tucking them away.

A long silence stretched between them, Phoenix simmering with irritation but uncertain how to express it. After all, it wasn't Karna's fault he was so hopelessly… dense. But, that didn't mean she had to like it.

"So… is something wrong?" Karna asked, finally noticing her silence. "You seem… upset."

"Upset? I'm not upset!" she snapped back. "It's just… the nerve of those women! Walking up to you like that, asking for your number… you're mine, not some… some city spectacle! I mean my host, don't misunderstand okay!"

Karna blinked, processing her words carefully. "I see. Then I'll refrain from giving my contact information to others if it makes you uncomfortable." He tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. "I appreciate your concern, Phoenix. I wouldn't want you to feel… what did master Ritsuka call it? Jealous."

"W-What?! Jealous? Who said anything about jealousy?!" The Phoenix spluttered, a pink hue coloring her words in his mind. "I just… well, I just don't want you looking like some... some fool out there, getting swarmed by random women, that's all!"

"Ah, I understand now." Karna nodded. "Then, I'll do as you say and avoid such behavior in the future. Your guidance has always been wise, after all."

The Phoenix was silent for a moment, taken aback by his earnest response. She wanted to retort, to insist that he'd missed the point entirely, but… perhaps he hadn't missed it. Perhaps, in his own strange way, he understood exactly what she meant. Her frustration melted, replaced by a sense of fondness she couldn't quite put into words.

"Well… good," she muttered, her voice softening. "Just… don't make a fool of yourself out there. That's all I ask."

Karna smiled gently. "Then, I promise, I'll be more careful. Thank you, Phoenix."

As they continued their walk, the Phoenix found herself in quiet admiration of his simplicity. She knew that, to him, this was just another way to bring happiness to those around him, to make others smile—even if it drove her to the edge of frustration. But perhaps that was what she… admired about him.

And, as they walked through the bustling streets of New York, a quiet understanding settled between them—one that needed no words, only the quiet company of two souls, each in their own way, learning to walk together in this strange, bustling world.

Karna strolled through the lively streets of New York, Phoenix's voice in his mind still echoing with mild irritation. But before he could respond to her latest comment, he caught sight of something unusual at the edge of the street: a masked man, holding a gun and threatening a frightened woman clutching her purse.

Phoenix's voice sharpened in his mind. "Karna, don't even think about using your powers here. The last thing we need is to draw attention."

Karna nodded, his expression calm. "I don't need powers to handle this," he replied, his voice soft but resolute. With that, he stepped forward and called out to the thief.

"Excuse me, but it would be wise to leave the lady alone."

The thief spun around, his eyes wide with alarm. "Stay back!" he barked, raising the gun and firing a shot at Karna. But Karna moved with effortless grace, dodging the bullet without breaking a sweat.

Karna let out a casual remark, hoping to seem less intimidating. "Oh, I was lucky I dodged that."

Phoenix groaned in his mind, exasperated. "Lucky? Really? Do you think he's going to buy that, with your awful acting?"

The thief's hand shook as he tried to fire again, only to realize the gun was empty. He panicked, looking for a way to escape. But before he could make a run for it, Karna stepped forward and delivered a light slap—not enough to hurt, but just strong enough to knock the thief off his feet. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Karna turned to the woman and offered a reassuring smile as he helped her up. "Are you alright?"

The woman nodded, relief washing over her face. "Yes, thank you… thank you so much!"

A few moments later, the sound of police sirens filled the air. A police van pulled up, and officers stepped out, taking in the scene. The woman introduced herself as Joan Jameson, wife of J. Jonah Jameson, the well-known editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle. The officers quickly took control, apprehending the unconscious thief.

At the police station, Karna and Joan gave their statements to the officers. About an hour later, a tall, gruff-looking man burst into the station. Karna recognized him from some of the newspapers he'd seen in town. It was J. Jonah Jameson himself, his expression full of worry as he hurried over to his wife.

"Joan! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asked, his usual bluster softened with concern.

"I'm fine, Jonah," Joan reassured him, placing a hand on his arm. "Thanks to this young man here."

Jameson turned to Karna, sizing him up with a scrutinizing look before a grudging respect appeared in his eyes. "You… you saved my wife. Not everyone has the guts to step in during something like that."

Karna's expression remained humble. "I only did what anyone would do in such a situation."

Jameson snorted, though there was a hint of admiration in his voice. "Kid, nobody does what you did. There's bravery, and then there's stupidity, and you got both in spades." He shook his head before clearing his throat. "Listen… I owe you one. How about I give you a little something for your trouble? Call it a reward."

Karna held up a hand, politely refusing. "Thank you, but I can't accept payment for something like this. I didn't do it expecting any reward."

The police officers raised their eyebrows, exchanging surprised glances. J. Jonah Jameson himself looked taken aback, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "You're telling me you saved my wife without wanting a single cent? You're a strange one, kid."

In his mind, Karna heard Phoenix's voice, her tone softening with a hint of amusement. "Stubborn as ever. But even you, Hero of Charity, deserve to accept a gift now and then."

Karna considered her words before nodding thoughtfully. He looked at Jameson. "Actually, there is something I'd like, if you're willing."

Jameson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Name it. I'm the head of the Daily Bugle, after all. There's not much I can't do in this city."

Karna smiled. "My boss runs a small bakery—Fou's Delight. It would mean a lot to me if you could promote it in your paper."

For a moment, Jameson simply stared, his face shifting through a series of expressions—from disbelief to reluctant respect. Finally, he let out a deep laugh, clapping Karna on the shoulder.

"A bakery promotion, huh? Well, kid, you've got guts—and a heart, it seems. Alright, consider it done. I'll make sure everyone in New York knows about Fou's Delight."

Joan smiled warmly, and even the police officers nodded in appreciation at Karna's humble request.

Phoenix's voice rang softly in his mind, a gentle but approving murmur. "Maybe not all mortals are so bad. But you… you're something else."

Karna simply nodded, feeling a warmth that came not from recognition, but from a simple, profound gratitude—for the chance to help, and to share that kindness with others.

His frist leave day ended up becoming another great help to his master.

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On a bright, calm morning, Ritsuka kept his promise to take Hela, Archetype: Earth, and his daughter Karen out for a day together. Keeping their destination a surprise, he ushered them through a shimmering portal, casting an illusion spell so they wouldn't attract any attention on the other side. As they stepped out, they found themselves in the bustling wonder of Destiny Park—a theme park brimming with joy, colors, and the hum of excitement.

Karen's eyes sparkled as she looked around. "Papa! It's Destiny Park!" she squealed in excitement, hugging him tight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Ritsuka smiled and ruffled her hair. "I'm glad you're happy, Karen. This day is for you all to have fun."

Archetype: Earth gazed around the park, her expression curious. "So this is how humans gather to enjoy themselves? It's… intriguing." She stepped closer to Ritsuka, her golden eyes shining with wonder as she took in the laughter and festivities around them.

Hela, though composed, glanced around with a hint of fascination herself. She was more accustomed to realms of shadows and death, not places like this filled with light and laughter. But as her eyes landed on a stall selling strawberry-themed sweets, a glint of anticipation flashed across her face.

Ritsuka noticed and chuckled softly. "We'll get to the sweets soon, Hela. I've got just the place in mind."

They spent the day enjoying rides, playing games, and indulging in sweets. Karen laughed wildly as Ritsuka took her on every ride she wanted, and Archetype Earth seemed genuinely engrossed in the human activities she observed, occasionally asking Ritsuka about things she found curious. Hela, however, was thoroughly absorbed by the confectioneries—particularly the strawberry treats, which she devoured with relish. As the Goddess of Death, she had no fear of a sugar rush, and it seemed she was intent on savoring every flavor.

Once the day wound down, they made their way back home, each of them filled with new memories and shared smiles. Karen turned to Ritsuka, her eyes still wide with excitement.

"Papa, Destiny Park was amazing!" she said, hugging his leg. "But… I want a park, too! A special one, just for us."

Ritsuka smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He knelt down to her level. "That's a wonderful idea, Karen. But before we think about that, why don't you go and tell your mom, Morgan, all about what you saw today?"

Karen's face brightened. "Okay, Papa!" She grabbed Hela's hand, dragging her toward the kitchen. "Come on, Auntie Hela! Let's go get some more cake!"

Hela followed with an amused grin, eager for more sweets. She gave Ritsuka a glance over her shoulder, clearly savoring the opportunity to indulge.

Once they were gone, Ritsuka turned to Archetype: Earth. "Princess," he began, his tone thoughtful, "I was wondering—does this world have any… dinosaurs?"

Archetype tilted her head, surprised by the question. Closing her eyes, she focused, feeling the earth's pulse through her connection to it. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, a hint of surprise in her gaze. "Yes, Ritsuka. There is a place, hidden from the rest of humanity—it's known as the Savage Land. A land lost to time, untouched by modern civilization, where dinosaurs still roam free."

Ritsuka's eyes widened slightly. "The Savage Land… so it's a hidden paradise."

She nodded. "It's protected by natural illusions formed from pure adamantium that lines the island's core. This metal acts as a veil, concealing it from the outside world. But…" She paused, a faint sadness crossing her face. "The island's days are numbered. A massive volcano there is becoming increasingly active, and in a few years, it may destroy the entire land."

Ritsuka's expression shifted to one of determination. "Then we should visit it soon. Maybe there's something we can do to protect it."

Archetype Earth looked at him, her eyes softening. "Always the protector, aren't you? The Hero of Humanity." She took a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you truly wish to save it, I will lend you my strength. But you should know… I want my reward, Lets spend your time with me whole day."

Ritsuka met her gaze with a warm, grateful smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Princess."

Ritsuka smiled at Archetype Earth. "But before that, I have a few things to take care of. I'll be back before dinner." He leaned forward, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. She gave him a quiet, serene look, her calm gaze following him as he opened a portal and stepped through.

Moments later, he emerged in Tony's living room. The sudden arrival startled Bucky and Yinsen, who were lounging on the couch, enjoying a glass of juice while watching TV. Both jumped, juice spilling as they gaped at Ritsuka.

"Sorry about that," Ritsuka apologized, trying to suppress a smile.

"Next time, use the door, Fujimaru!" Bucky grumbled, grabbing a napkin.

"Yeah, man," Yinsen chuckled. "You're going to give us heart attacks one of these days."

Jarvis's calm, warm voice welcomed him. "Good afternoon, Ritsuka Fujimaru."

Ritsuka nodded in response, "Afternoon, Jarvis," then headed straight toward the workshop, where he found Tony and Da Vinci Rider fully engrossed in a chess game. They looked up as he entered.

"Ah, look who's here! Welcome, 'Wolf!'" Tony greeted him with a smirk. "You know, I loved how you exposed Ross for the power-hungry tyrant he really is. I've always wanted to see his reputation in the gutter. You did the world a favor."

Ritsuka shrugged. "Well, don't count on him staying down for long. Ross is never satisfied. Whatever he wants, he won't stop until he gets it."

Tony nodded, "You're right, he's tenacious. But at least we've bought ourselves some time."

Tony then made his next chess move, capturing Da Vinci's last knight, and grinned victoriously. "Checkmate! And that's game."

Da Vinci laughed and shook her head. "Congratulations, Tony. Though I'd say it's your turn to lose next time. Anyway, Ritsuka, you've come at the perfect time. We've just finished working on something you might find… familiar."

Ritsuka raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Tony led them all to the center of the workshop. Sitting on the table was a small chip, which he picked up and placed against his chest. Suddenly, a transparent shield materialized around Tony, shimmering faintly.

"This," Tony announced proudly, "is a shielding technology we based on your skill—Evasion."

Ritsuka's eyes widened slightly. "You modeled it after my Evasion?"

Tony nodded, impressed with his own work. "After watching you dodge like you're stepping out of time itself, I got curious. So, I studied how mana affects physical matter, even at an atomic level. With the dragon heart embedded in my arc reactor, I've been able to tap into mana myself, learning how to control it in small bursts. Da Vinci helped me ofcourse And I remembered how you saved me and Yinsen that day… I figured, why not? I fused mana manipulation with atom-level matter and created shielding layer, and here it is."

Da Vinci stepped in to add, "The shield primarily draws mana from the atmosphere around you. However, it also uses a minimal amount of electrical energy to reinforce it, giving it physical presence. With just a tiny bit of power, this shield can last for days, because the mana in the surroundings does most of the work. In essence, it's an endless shield when used efficiently."

Ritsuka stepped closer, watching the shield flicker and shift with Tony's movements. "It's incredible work," he said, nodding in admiration. "A shield powered by mana and electricity… I never would have thought it possible."

Tony grinned. "That's what we do here— also remember I'm Tony stark who makes the impossible possible."

Tony removed the chip, adjusted the shield's form into a circular disc, and threw it to Ritsuka. Ritsuka caught it mid-air, and Tony grinned. "Go ahead—give it your best shot."

Ritsuka focused, channeling his telekinesis. With a burst of energy comparable to a B-rank Noble Phantasm, he unleashed an attack. The shield held firm, absorbing the impact without even a crack. Da Vinci smiled, clearly impressed.

"This is just the first generation," she explained. "In time, we'll refine it even further."

Ritsuka nodded thoughtfully. "I see… I have a place where this tech could really be useful. Come with me."

He opened a portal, gesturing for them to follow. Both Tony and Da Vinci exchanged a surprised look but quickly stepped through. As they exited on the other side, they found themselves bathed in warm sunlight, the air thick with an unfamiliar, almost primal atmosphere. Ritsuka quickly cast a magic barrier around them, just as they heard a distant rumbling.

Tony squinted, seeing a massive volcano smoldering in the distance. "Wait, where exactly did you bring us? I don't remember hearing about any volcanic activity lately."

Da Vinci looked around, intrigued. "This place feels… different. The magical density here is high, and there's a primal energy I can't quite place."

Before Ritsuka could explain, a massive T-Rex burst from the dense jungle, charging directly toward them. The barrier held firm, stopping the dinosaur in its tracks. Tony and Da Vinci stood frozen in shock, eyes wide as they took in the sight of an actual, living dinosaur.

Tony broke the silence first. "Uh… okay, Ritsuka, you want to fill us in on why you just dropped us into Jurassic Park?"

Ritsuka chuckled, keeping his eyes on the T-Rex. "This world has a hidden place, almost like a lost relic from another time. Here, dinosaurs still roam freely. But that's not all—there's something else."

He raised his hand, using his telekinesis to pull a small stone from the ground. Catching it, he held it out to them. "This metal here—it's called adamantium. One of the strongest materials in this world, and it's naturally abundant here. This metal helps shield this island from the outside world, acting almost like a natural cloaking device."

Da Vinci examined the metal, her eyes gleaming with scientific curiosity. "Incredible… so it's not just the island's isolation but also the metal itself that hides it."

Ritsuka nodded. "But take a look at that volcano." He pointed toward the massive peak in the distance, smoke pouring out. "It's due to erupt in a few years, which will destroy this entire ecosystem. The dinosaurs, the adamantium… all of it will be submerged beneath the ocean, becoming a lost treasure."

Tony took the metal, examining it closely. "So, you're saying… all this will be gone soon?"

Ritsuka nodded. Ritsuka turned toward Tony and Da Vinci, his eyes sharp with purpose. "Yes, we can save everything here. You see, Tony, I want to create a park using the dinosaurs."

Both Tony and Da Vinci stared at him, their brows furrowing in disbelief. Tony raised an eyebrow. "A park? With dinosaurs? Ritsuka, how would anyone believe this? Dinosaurs went extinct billions of years ago—how would you even explain this to anyone?"

Da Vinci nodded thoughtfully. "And governments won't just sit back and let something like this slide. They'll want to get their hands on all the information, one way or another."

Ritsuka smiled slightly. "That's where you come in, Tony. In this world, everyone knows you're a pioneer in technology, right? So we'll tell them that you and Da Vinci developed gene technology, allowing you to bring dinosaurs back to life by using their genetic code from ancient specimens, and implanting it into other animals. You know, like creating 'modern-day' dinosaurs from animal genes. Then, I'll create a theme park around it."

Tony's eyes gleamed. "From gene technology to bringing dinosaurs back to life? That's a fantastic cover-up idea. You're making it sound like it could be plausible."

Da Vinci raised an eyebrow. "That's one way to sell it, but if we're really going to bring them here, we need to make sure everything is safe. If we relocate these creatures to a different place, we'll need to protect the island. Having creatures from an era millions of years ago will come with its own challenges, and we can't just dump them anywhere. The ecology needs to be balanced—no government's going to allow that without raising serious questions."

Tony tapped his fingers on his chin. "Well, maybe we should just buy an island for the park. That could be easier to manage, right?"

Ritsuka shook his head, a sly smile on his face. "No need for that, Tony. I've already got a place in mind."

Tony and Da Vinci exchanged a confused glance. "What place?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ritsuka's tone turned serious. "I'm going to take over Genosha."

Tony's eyes widened in shock. "Wait—Genosha? Isn't that the mutant island? The place full of criminals and radicals?"

Ritsuka nodded, a determined look on his face. "Exactly. It's time to correct that place. Genosha is a perfect location to keep the dinosaurs safe and away from prying eyes, and we can use the island's isolation to our advantage."

Da Vinci raised a hand, clearly agreeing. "That makes sense. It's remote, and we can contain the whole operation without interference. But we'll need a plan to secure it properly and First we need take over the Genosha."

"Don't Worry, I will take over Genosha by summoning other servants"

Tony exhaled slowly, the idea settling in. "If you're sure, Ritsuka, that could work. But we're going to need to handle this carefully, We cant make governments see what's happening in Genosha."

Ritsuka nodded. "I will take care later. Da Vinci, I need your help with another project. I want to create a cure to reverse mutations in mutants. I've been thinking about this for a while now. We need to help them lead normal lives, without the risks their mutations impose on them."

Da Vinci blinked, surprised by the new direction. "Reverse mutations? That's ambitious… but I agree. It could make a world of difference for mutants.

Tony nodded, his face now serious but focused. "Alright, We'd need biologists, maybe even geneticists to take care of dinosaurs. I'll get Pepper involved in making the necessary arrangements, also I want to know more about this adamantium." He said looking at the stone in his hands.

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(Few hours later)

Genosha

A sharp BANG echoed through the air, the sound of a bullet tearing through the chaos that surrounded the island. The smell of blood thickened the air, and the ground was littered with lifeless bodies. Amidst the carnage, the figure of a man in his thirties stood tall, blonde hair gleaming under the sun, his sunglasses reflecting the scene of bloodshed. He calmly took a drag from his cigarette, observing the aftermath of his merciless destruction.

The man, with a twisted grin on his face, spoke with an air of indifference as he flicked the cigarette away. "Heh... how frail..."

He watched as a young mutant gang member, a boy no older than twenty, groaned, crawling on the ground with blood staining his hands. His clothes were torn, and he looked like he had seen his last moments.

"Please, have mercy!" the mutant cried out, his voice shaky, almost pleading.

The man glanced down at him, his expression cold. "You didn't show mercy when you and your gang killed innocent humans. You didn't care when you robbed lives. So why should I? You had your chance."

The boy trembled, his eyes widening in horror as the man raised his hand, summoning a divine Mask.

The man manifested before them, towering and powerful. It was Tezcatlipoca, the chief god of Aztec mythology, clad in the dark and ominous power of his realm. His human flesh glistened like molten metal under the sun, his jaguar-shaped mask grinning wickedly as he surveyed the scene.

"Don't worry," Tezcatlipoca spoke in a voice that seemed to echo through the heavens. "As long as you obey, there won't be consequences."

But before the gang member could respond, Tezcatlipoca raised his weapon, aiming directly at the boy. A single shot rang out, and the boy's skull exploded, sending his body crumpling to the ground lifelessly.

Tezcatlipoca lowered the weapon with a smirk. "But I never said I'd take you under my protection, fool."

The remaining gang members watched in fear, trembling at the sight of their so-called 'supreme leader.' Tezcatlipoca stepped over the body, turning his gaze toward Vlad III, who had been watching the entire scene from a distance.

Vlad Tepes, the infamous vampire king and Lancer of Black, strode forward, his cold eyes glinting with purpose. "Stop playing around, Tezcatlipoca. We're here to take over Genosha, as the master has commanded."

Tezcatlipoca chuckled darkly, glancing back over his shoulder. "Heh… not bad. This world is quite enjoyable. But I do as I please, not for some 'command.'"

Vlad's eyes narrowed but he said nothing further. He knew better than to challenge Tezcatlipoca's behavior, and he respected his strength. Together, the two of them quickly began to take over Genosha, their power overwhelming the island's defenses.

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Later, inside a darkened room, Tezcatlipoca sat comfortably, enjoying his new surroundings. The room was lavish, decorated with trophies from his conquests and remnants of the previous rulers who once claimed dominion over the island. A low, dark laugh rumbled in his throat as he spoke to his master through a cell phone communication.

"Master", he said, the tone in his voice one of mockery and amusement, "this is the hellish world you summoned me to. It's... amusing. But be warned, I may form my own faction here. Don't worry, you have my back. Just call me when there's any trouble, and then I will solve it for you, of course, for a price! And Yeah you can send the dinosaurs when you want and i will make the place for them."

With that, Tezcatlipoca disconnected the cell phone, smiling to himself. He was fully aware of his master's grand plans, but he didn't feel any particular attachment to them for now. To Tezcatlipoca, power and dominance and tradition were the only things that mattered. He acknowledges his master as his superior and believes hierarchy must be respected. He will even shoot his family members if they don't respect the hierarchy above them. However, it does not mean he will be forever by his master's side the whole time.

Also Tezcatlipoca understood his master was grown up very well.

Vlad Tepes had entered the room by then, observing the Aztec god's antics. "Tezcatlipoca," Vlad spoke, his voice steady but hinting at underlying tension. "I'll stay with you for now, but know this: the prophecy is coming. We need strength more than pleasure."

Tezcatlipoca glanced at Vlad with amusement, the jaguar mask hiding the glint of mischief in his eyes. "Heh… you worry too much, Vlad. You're nothing but a fool who can't even control his own bloodlust. Focus on eliminating Dracula, and let me have my fun."

Vlad's cold eyes remained fixed on Tezcatlipoca, but he didn't respond. He turned and left, knowing the god had little concern for their shared cause.

Tezcatlipoca, for his part, sat back in his seat, his mind wandering. He could feel the pulse of power surging through him, and the world was so ripe for taking. With his influence already growing, it wouldn't be long before the world was in his grasp.

"Given with my master's servants, it won't matter if I was there or not," Tezcatlipoca thought to himself. " The fate of this world, of my new world, is already sealed. My path was chosen long ago, and Might as well enjoy this world at my own pace. Enjoyment is my privilege now. Let the world burn, for it is already doomed. And the fact that fate was destined to be that way, master won't be able to escape it, just like how he completed the Grand Order."

The god laughed to himself as his influence spread, his plans unfolding as easily as a cat's paw batting at a mouse. The future of Genosha was in his hands now.

With his mind set on enjoyment, Tezcatlipoca reveled in the chaos that would follow.

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Note: sorry guys for late upload. I'm busy with my college works. I think next 2 days I won't get a chance to write again. Also the r18 chapters are postponed to next Sunday. I'm very sorry but please understand it.

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