Soleil POV
"HULK SMASH!!!"
The Incredible Hulk immediately leaped, grabbed the face of one of the floating Leviathans, and smashed it into a nearby building in the inverted dimension. Like a signal, chaos erupted.
I watched as Loki duplicated himself, his true form turning invisible—even I couldn't sense him anymore. His clones, however, fought heroes and SHIELD agents alike. Three agents already lay dead at his feet, one decapitated.
Another clone was fighting Luke Cage, who proved hard to put down permanently. Loki's sword couldn't fully penetrate his skin, so he shifted tactics—using martial arts to dismantle Cage's defenses before knocking him out with brutal, precise strikes.
That completely rules out this universe as the MCU. MCU Loki never had hand-to-hand feats like this.
So this is the future God of Stories.
Time to turn things up a notch.
I activated my cursed technique and went to work.
Yao, the Sorcerer Supreme POV
The Mirror Dimension
It's not often I am blindsided by major events in this world. Ever since I won the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme from Aged Genghis centuries ago, the Eye of Agamotto—a tool that allows easier use of the Time Stone—has let me observe countless timelines at once.
Yet, I received no warning of the Convergence arriving early. Nor did I foresee Earth nearly merging with another universe—one where gods and demons still walk the land.
This universe isn't merely a variant of my own; it's a completely different worldline, with its own timeline and evolutionary path. On average, its inhabitants are stronger than most here, but they cannot stand against beings like Eternity or Mistress Death.
Already, their presence has changed the world. I reached for the new energy born within me—a personal power born of negative emotion, with a unique expression they call a Cursed Technique.
What a pleasant ability. I've already looked into the future, absorbing all that Krakoa's citizens know: Domain Expansions, barriers, cursed tool creation, cursed energy applications, and my personal favorite—Vows and Restrictions. I went a step further, placing myself in a time loop where three months passed in a second. In those months, I trained to the level of a Special Grade sorcerer.
The main reason I love cursed energy is my technique: Rule Breaker—the ability to sever any known phenomenon. At first, I thought it could only break concepts, but after gazing into futures where Satoru Gojo, Soleil Strider, and Ryomen Sukuna clashed, my understanding deepened.
Techniques can be used abstractly and refined to higher levels. I honed mine until I could selectively exempt myself from the natural rules of the world—even the rules of jujutsu itself. I can make harsh binding vows to increase my power without paying the price, because I am now exempt from the rules. By then, I had already severed my connection to Dormammu—shocking the Dimension Lord greatly.
The only thing that still eludes me is a Domain Expansion, but that only requires the right battle.
Now I face a dilemma.
I have the opportunity to cull the future fallen hero, Soleil, before he walks a dark path—sparing myself the pain of watching my student march to his death. But in doing so, I would cut short the life of one of my most gifted pupils.
I've seen the fondness my future self holds for him, and witnessed his unheard-of talent in the mystic arts. He doesn't need to draw on dimensional energies to wield magic; like all from his Earth, he has a natural mana core—a rarity here, but commonplace there.
I watch as the battle unfolds. Loki's clones transform into Earth's heroes, scattering to sow paranoia—friend and foe indistinguishable.
Daredevil falls victim, stabbed in the back by a Loki disguised as his ex, Elektra. Luckily, Soleil teleports him to a mutant healer at the edge of the battlefield, who promptly works to save his life.
Then I sense them—demonic entities trapped within the Mirror Dimension, moving toward Soleil's corner to join the fight and cause havoc.
"A tale as old as time. The unsung hero. Since that is my role now, I place my trust in you all to succeed. I'll contain the monsters you are not yet ready for."
With that, I open a portal to the nearest horde.
The Slaughter Demon, Raggaviz, leading a demonic legion, stops and stares at me. Anger twists his face into a snarl as he bellows:
"Even here! Even in this dimension, away from your precious Earth, you seek to restrict me!"
I meet his gaze with a disinterested, blank expression.
"It doesn't matter where you are. I will never allow you to have your way. You should have stayed in the pits of Tartarus where you belong… rat."
"I'll flay your skin and use it to wash my ass for a millennium, you bald-headed scum!" He brandishes his giant cleaver and leaps.
"Cursed Technique Extension: Breaker of Gravity."
Immediately, the laws of gravity intensify more than twentyfold—for all but me. Raggaviz crashes into the earth, forming a crater. His horde, less durable, is crushed into paste.
Unfortunately, demons are immortal. They'll reform in Hell eventually. The only way to end them permanently is to erase their soul entirely, leaving not even a sliver to escape.
I glance down at my robes—splattered with demon blood—and frown. What a drag. This is my favorite robe.
I commissioned it from Arachne herself centuries ago, while she still roamed China, in exchange for lifting her curse. It's one of a kind—priceless. Something like this would fetch a hundred million dollars today… and now it's stained with filth.
I turn my eyes back to the struggling demon, studying the contours of his soul with distaste. I'll put this fool down for good—for making me come to this hovel.
The Slaughter Demon has hardly felt true fear in his life. But when his eyes meet the Sorcerer Supreme's cold gaze, he shivers.
For he can no longer tell who the true demon is between them.
"Cursed Technique Reveral: Rule Maker, Soul Trifecta Resonance!"
Ragaviz was drowning in indescribable agony before Yao deemed to snuff his soul out of existence.