Falling in Marvel

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The wreckage of the Helicarrier loomed in the distance, half-buried in the uneven terrain of the Void. It leaned precariously, creaking under its own weight as if threatening to collapse at any moment. Its exterior was scorched and riddled with jagged holes evidence of countless battles and scavenger raids. Whatever treasures it once held were likely long gone, taken by desperate survivors or swallowed by the unforgiving Void.

Darius approached cautiously, his boots crunching against the brittle, lifeless ground. The air was still, save for the distant howls of Alioth a grim reminder that he wasn't truly alone in this desolate place.

"This thing's been picked clean," he muttered, scanning the husk of the once-mighty vessel. "Figures."

He stopped at the edge of a gaping hole in the Helicarrier's side and peered into the shadowy interior. The faint light from the Void's swirling skies barely penetrated the gloom, but there didn't seem to be any immediate threats lurking inside.

Satisfied, he stepped back and let out a sharp exhale.

The events of the past few hours weighed on him. Betrayal. Survival. Chthon. His mind swirled with questions, but one thought stood above the rest:

'I have power now. Real power.'

A grin spread across his facea sharp, almost feral expression as he began to laugh, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence.

"Ha… ha ha… finally!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing in the empty expanse. "I have something. Something to defend myself with. No longer will I be at the mercy of others. Never again!"

Darius clenched his fists, feeling the chaotic energy coursing through his veins. It was raw, untamed, and intoxicating. He could feel the potential it held, but also the danger. The Mark of Chthon on his chest pulsed faintly, a constant reminder of the deal he had made.

Determined, Darius extended a hand and focused, willing the energy to respond. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, crimson sparks began to crackle around his fingers, forming a swirling vortex of unstable magic.

"Yes!" he hissed, exhilarated.

But the energy quickly spiraled out of control. The crimson vortex expanded wildly, striking a nearby piece of debris and exploding in a burst of chaotic force. Darius stumbled back, clutching his chest as the Mark flared with searing pain.

"Damn it," he growled, panting. "I can't even control it."

The pain subsided, leaving him shaken but undeterred. He stared at his hands, determination hardening his features.

"No. I'll make this mine. I'll master it. And when I do… I'll destroy this place. Every last one of them."

His gaze drifted toward the scattered remnants of other survivors in the Void. "They're already dead. Just waiting for it. This place… this godforsaken place… I'll burn it all down."

As the chaotic energy settled, Darius's mind began to race. He needed a plan, and he needed it fast.

"First things first," he muttered to himself. "I have to figure out how this power works. Training comes first."

He glanced back at the Helicarrier, recalling its history and the stories he had read about its advanced technology and equipment.

"Second," he continued, "I need to figure out when I am. The TVA stopped pruning regular people and started focusing on threats to the timeline after Loki's sacrifice. That means Loki isn't the God of Stories yet… but he's on his way."

The realization sent a chill through him. "Good. One less nightmare to deal with for now."

His expression darkened as another name surfaced in his thoughts.

"Kang," he muttered. "That bastard and his time manipulation. How the hell do you even fight someone who can manipulate time?"

He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. "That's a problem for later. Right now, I need resources. If Kasandra has the Sling Ring, I might be able to figure out how to use it and more importantly, what magical artifacts she might poses or were pruned here."

His thoughts turned to the infamous cart filled with Infinity Stones the one he had seen in the serie wen loky tried to escape and the guards pruned Casey's cart in the process .

"The TVA pruned that cart, didn't they?" he mused aloud. "If it's here in the Void, then maybe, just maybe, I can find it. Even if the Stones are useless in the TVA's realm… they might be useful here. And if I'm really going to outsmart Chthon one day, I'll need every advantage I can get."

Darius turned toward the Helicarrier, his determination renewed.

"One step at a time," he said. "I'll survive this place. I'll master this power. And when I'm done there won't be a TVA left to stop me."

With that, he stepped into the darkened wreckage, ready to begin his search for the tools and knowledge that would shape his destiny.

The wreckage of the Helicarrier groaned under its own weight as Darius stepped inside. The faint light of the Void's swirling skies barely illuminated the cavernous interior, casting long shadows across the scattered debris.

He moved cautiously, his eyes scanning for anything useful. A weapon, a piece of tech anything that could help him survive. The air was heavy, stale, and thick with the metallic tang of rust and decay.

As he searched, he focused inward, willing himself to summon a thread of Chaos Magic. The energy was unpredictable, erratic, and untamed. He stretched out his hand, closing his eyes to better feel the power coursing through him. Crimson sparks flickered at his fingertips, weaving together in an unstable strand that shimmered and pulsed like a living thing.

"I can do this," he muttered under his breath, concentrating harder.

The thread grew more stable, its chaotic movements slowing as he guided it with sheer will. But just as he began to feel a glimmer of control, a sharp, searing pain flared from the Mark of Chthon on his chest.

"Ahh!" he cried out, clutching his chest as the thread of magic unraveled, dissipating into the air. The pain was unlike anything he'd ever felt a deep, burning sensation that felt as though it came from his very soul.

He staggered back, gritting his teeth and leaning against a crumbling wall for support. "Damn it…" he hissed through clenched teeth.

The Mark pulsed faintly, the pain subsiding but leaving a lingering ache that gnawed at him.

"Why?" he spat, his voice echoing in the hollow chamber. "Why give me this power if it's going to hurt every time I use it?!"

His mind raced, frustration and anger boiling over. And then, through the haze of pain, a chilling thought took root.

'He wants me to fail,' Darius realized.

The weight of the revelation hit him like a punch to the gut. He sank to his knees, his hands trembling as he stared at the floor.

'If he wanted me to succeed, he wouldn't have made it like this. He wouldn't make me suffer every time I use the power he gave me.'

A bitter laugh escaped his lips, hollow and filled with anger. "He's toying with me," he muttered. "Giving me just enough hope to think I can win… and then watching me fail."

The realization turned his frustration into fury. His fists clenched, and his teeth ground together as his mind raced to understand Chthon's motives.

'He could have possessed me from the start,' Darius thought. 'Taken my body and been done with it. So why didn't he? Why go through all this trouble?'

The answer was as infuriating as it was clear.

'Because he enjoys it. Watching me struggle, watching me fall into his trap. I'm not just a pawn… I'm his entertainment.'

His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling as his anger surged. The thought of being manipulated, of being used, made his blood boil.

"This is going to be harder than I thought," he said aloud, his voice low and laced with resolve.

He forced himself to his feet, the ache in his chest a constant reminder of the pact he had made. He wouldn't let Chthon break him. No matter how much pain he had to endure, no matter how steep the cost, he would find a way to master this power and turn it against the Elder God.

Darius looked around the ruined Helicarrier, his jaw tightening. The fight ahead was daunting, but he wasn't about to give Chthon the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.

"Alright, Chthon," he muttered, his voice filled with defiance. "If you want to play games… let's play."

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Well back again

Do Stones do somthing ?

Don't really know the mechanics of webnovel I hould appreciate if someone could explain it to me .