MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

→ 20 REVIEWS= 2 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 200 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 400 POWER STONES= 2nd BONUS CHAPTER

CURRENT PROGRESS:↓

– FIRST OBJECTIVE:- 11/20 REVIEWS

– SECOND OBJECTIVE- 70/200 P.S

– THIRD OBJECTIVE- /400 P.S

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Hello Readers, I have an exciting offer. If this week, out power stones reach atleast 550, then I will post five BONUS chapters. So let's see...what happens.

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A few hours later…

The hallway outside Nova's newly constructed office was unnervingly quiet. Celise approached the heavy oak door, a frown tugging at her lips. She knocked — once, then twice, harder.

" Sir!" she called.

Hearing no answer, she knocked on the door.

Once again no answer, then with sharp and irritated, voice she said," SIRRRR!"

Her brow twitched. Not a sound. Not a damn peep. Not even the faint, telltale hum of mana she usually felt when he was inside.

A sinking feeling clawed at her gut.

"Nova, you bastard—" she growled, throwing the door open with a hard shove.

The office was empty.

The scent of ink, fresh parchment, and faint traces of his cologne still hung in the air like a ghost. The chair behind the broad, polished desk was empty, pushed back slightly, as if someone had left in a hurry. Papers were stacked in his usual barely-organized chaos, and the massive bookshelf at the far wall had a few gaps — as though some things had been taken.

Celise stormed in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

"I swear if you're hiding under the desk like last time, I'm going to gut you, you son of a—"

Then her gaze landed on a folded letter, propped neatly in the center of his desk, her name scrawled across it in that maddeningly cocky, looping handwriting.

A cold chill crept up her spine.

She snatched the letter up, broke the seal, and unfolded it.

'To my dear, beautiful, very intelligent, and outrageously sexy secretary,' the note began.

Celise's brow twitched.

'I'm terribly sorry, but a… let's call it an extremely important piece of work just came up. So I won't be available for, um… about six months.'

Her hands trembled.

"Six. Months?" she hissed, the words grinding out between clenched teeth.

Her eye twitched violently as she kept reading.

'If anybody comes looking for me — whether it's the Wizard King, the Black Bulls, or any noble — just say: "Nova is in seclusion." Wait — actually scratch that, nobody here knows what 'seclusion' is. Say… 'Nova is conducting extremely important, groundbreaking research.' Yes. That sounds appropriately mysterious.'

Celise was vibrating.

'Also, in the top drawer of the desk, you'll find a set of the highest-grade spatial storage rings. Take one and deliver it to Yami, along with a pile of those rare resources I stockpiled — tell him it's a gift, and that I'll be 'unreachable' for six months. Don't let him pawn it for beer, wait add a few barrels of highest quality wine in it.

Celise yanked open the drawer. Sure enough — three gleaming storage rings, glittering with dense mana, lay nestled in a padded box.

'Now, those two other rings — yes, the ones identical to what we gifted the Wizard King — one is for the royal family. If anyone from royal family comes, give them one and apologize for my absence. Say it's for the king and the honor of the royal line. You know, the usual diplomatic fluff.'

Celise's face darkened. Her fingers dug into the parchment.

'And the last ring — the most beautiful one, mind you — is for my outrageously gorgeous, endlessly patient, dangerously seductive, and criminally underpaid secretary. That's you, by the way.'

Her hands twitched.

'It's a token of my eternal appreciation… and also a bribe so you don't murder me before I get back.'

Celise practically screamed.

"BASTARD!!"

The letter wasn't done.

'I'll return on the day of the Magic Knights Entrance Exam. Oh — and we'll officially open our artifact business then, too. Big day. Don't miss me too much. Or, you know, do. I don't mind.'

'Love,

Nova.'

By the time she finished, Celise was red in the face, shaking with a lethal mix of rage, exasperation, and — gods help her — reluctant amusement.

She slammed the letter down and snatched up the storage ring meant for her, holding it up to the light. The mana inside it shimmered with ridiculous potency. It was easily worth a fortune.

Cocky, irresponsible, reckless, insufferable bastard…

A sharp breath left her lips. She glared toward the empty chair as if she could murder him through sheer force of will.

"You owe me for this, Nova."

And despite herself… a small, wicked smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

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A Few Hours Earlier…

After a night of unholy debauchery with Celise that left both the room and her body marked, Nova had risen — if barely — to attend to the mountain of paperwork she'd hounded him about for days. Land acquisitions, permissions, licensing approvals, artifact registry applications… tedious, mind-numbing bureaucracy that made him want to gouge his own eyes out with a butter knife.

Still, Celise had been insistent — and her threats, coupled with that wicked mouth of hers, had been convincing enough.

So he scrawled his name across a veritable pile of documents, double-checked a few enchantment orders, and then gathered the resources he asked Celise to prepare, all neatly sealed into his highest-grade spatial ring.

Once everything was secured, Nova leaned back in his chair, kicked his feet up on the desk, and let out a long, satisfied breath.

Then he penned what he personally dubbed "The Great Escape Confession Letter" — because hell if he was sticking around for six months of noble politicking, royal demands, and more paperwork. He carefully placed the letter on the desk, nestled the storage rings in the drawer as planned, and without so much as a flicker of hesitation, vanished from the office.

The world blurred in a flash of warped space and shimmering light.

When it settled, Nova stood on the outskirts of a small, familiar village.

Hage.

A half-forgotten speck of countryside most nobles wouldn't bother spitting on — but it held importance today.

"And now… showtime."

He whispered a spell under his breath, a shimmering veil of Reality Script: Phantom Concealment cloaking him in nothingness. Not even mana detection would catch him now.

He positioned himself at the edge of the Grimoire Tower's clearing — a crude, worn stone structure surrounded by villagers in simple clothes, gathered for a day that would decide the fates of their youth.

Nova watched, leaning lazily against a gnarled old tree, as familiar scenes played out.

The grimoire ceremony began. The old, withered Grimoire Tower Keeper called for the ancient tomes to descend. Books with glowing clover symbols floated down to their chosen wielders — one after another, tomes of varying power.

The villagers cheered as Yuno's grimoire appeared: a pristine, emerald-bound book marked with a Four-Leaf Clover, radiating power and promise.

Nova smirked. There it is. The fated prodigy.

Then came Asta's turn… and nothing.

Not a damn thing.

The murmurs started. Sneers. Mocking laughter. The villagers' faces twisted with contempt.

'He's so loud and useless, no magic, and now no grimoire? Pathetic.'

Nova watched Asta's shoulders tense. The boy masked it with bravado — a wide, toothy grin and a clenched fist — but the cracks showed.

Nova mearly smiled.

And then the villain appeared.

Revchi Salik — that was the chain magic bastard's name. A minor ex-noble, he was expelled from the Magic Knights for using forbidden magic, during a mission that resulted in a scar on his face. 

He stepped from the shadows as the crowd dispersed, cornering Yuno in a side alley. Nova trailed silently, keeping to the edges as Revchi struck.

Chains exploded from his grimoire, wrapping around Yuno's body, pinning his limbs. The four-leaf grimoire was yanked from Yuno's grasp, floating to Revchi's waiting hand.

"Such a powerful grimoire in the hands of a peasant brat?" Revchi sneered. "Better it belongs to me."

Yuno struggled, his mana surging, but the chains suppressed his power.

Nova considered intervening. Just a flick of his wrist and Revchi would've been reduced to a fine, wet smear on the alley walls. But no — this was Asta's moment.

As Revchi gloated, Asta arrived, panting, fists clenched, sweat trailing down his face.

"LET YUNO GO!" the silver-haired boy roared, charging headlong at the chain mage.

Nova chuckled. No magic, no weapon, just sheer idiocy and guts. Classic.

Asta fought, landing a single punch that did little more than piss Revchi off. The older man's chains lashed out, slamming Asta to the ground, leaving deep gashes and bruises.

"You… you'll never be a Magic Knight," Revchi sneered, raising a hand to deliver the final blow.

And that's when it happened.

A strange, heavy pulse filled the air.

The grimoire tower's ancient shelves rattled. Mana surged.

A massive, blackened grimoire burst from the shadows, pages worn, its cover marked with a Five-Leaf Clover, a miasma of ominous power swirling around it.

Just as this grimoire appeared, the demon dweller sword in his hands, trembled.

Then a system notification appeared, causing Nova to curse.

Nova ignored the notification for now and looked at the scene play.

The grimoire dropped into Asta's hands, its cover snapping open.

Asta's fingers closed around the hilt of a massive, rusted broadsword — the Demon Slayer Sword — as it erupted from the book's pages.

Revchi faltered. "W-What the hell is that?!"

Asta's body trembled with pain and exhaustion, but he forced himself up, hefting the enormous blade onto his shoulder.

"Even without magic…" he growled, eyes blazing, "…I'll protect Yuno, and I'll become the Wizard King!"

Then he charged.

Revchi's chains lashed out, but the massive sword cleaved through them like paper. Every link shattered, dissipating into motes of mana. Revchi's expression twisted in horror as Asta closed the gap and, with a powerful swing, sent him crashing through a wall, unconscious.

The chains binding Yuno snapped away, and the boy dropped to one knee, catching his breath.

Nova let out a low whistle.

Asta fell to his knees too, panting, the oversized sword embedding itself in the dirt beside him.

Yuno approached, his expression unusually soft. "Thanks, Asta. You saved me."

Asta grinned weakly. "Heh. Told ya… I'd protect you."

Nova, unseen, crossed his arms, a faint smirk curving his lips.

And so the legend begins.

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