I leaned back in the chair of Kamar-Taj's library, my fingers brushing the spines of tomes older than any civilization in this dimension. Books fluttered to life at my touch, pages whispering secrets in languages long dead, waiting for someone clever enough to understand them.
I was clever. Too clever, really. Hundreds of years of Merlin's knowledge, spanning countless realities, pulsed in my mind. Political intrigue, battlefield tactics, magical theory, forbidden spells, divine bargains—I had it all, sorted, indexed, and ready to deploy at a whim. My boredom was a curious thing: even infinite knowledge could not cure it.
So, I played.
The Eye of Agamotto rested around my neck, its Time Stone shimmering faintly. A toy, really. I could manipulate time better than the stone ever could, yet it had value: a boost to magical energy, a conduit to manipulate dimensional threads with precision.
I opened the Book of Vishanti next. The white pages radiated infinite potential. With barely two weeks of study—a mere afternoon by my standards—I had completed it. I absorbed its essence, and the surge of magic nearly made the air tremble. Each type of energy I possessed—the Fate mana, the Harry Potter magical core, the BBC Merlin sorcery, and the Marvel dimensional energy—fused in me, a storm contained in mortal form.
I was untouchable.
The Vishanti had granted me power enough to rival any Sorcerer Supreme that would ever exist. I could live forever, travel anywhere, command the multiverse itself if I wished. And yet… boredom lingered like a persistent shadow.
I considered my options, and a faint, amused smile touched my lips.
Offer my soul again?I laughed softly. What a quaint notion. I'd seen beings of such "power" before—they demanded obedience, claimed ownership of essence—but what was my soul to them? A tool I could discard, hide, or shield behind an infinite web of magical constructs.
Stay mortal, but immortal by skill?Practical, yes. I could live, heal, regenerate, hide in Avalon if something ever became dangerous. But that was dull. Survival was a game I had already mastered.
Become a Dimension Lord myself?Now this intrigued me. Avalon could be my personal plane, a nexus of possibility and power. If I became a lord of a dimension, no one—no Vishanti, no cosmic entity, no trickster god—could claim me. I would exist beyond even their reach. Now, that was fun.
I stood, the library doors swinging open with a subtle gesture. Outside, the sunlight—or some approximation thereof—danced across the marble floors. The monks glanced at me. Polite, obedient, mortal creatures. Delightful in their simplicity.
"Perhaps," I murmured to no one in particular, "it's time to make the rules."
A portal formed with a flick of my fingers, leading to a dimension I had yet to explore. The threads of reality bent around me. Dimensional energy hummed, a symphony of countless realities converging under my will.
Avalon beckoned. My personal plane. My future fortress. My experiment in everything possible.
I stepped through.
In Avalon, the skies were not bound by Earthly rules. Rivers flowed upward. Trees shimmered with energy drawn from hundreds of realities. Dragons—real ones, not illusions—circled lazily above mountains of crystal. I smiled. This would be my playground. My chessboard. My laboratory. My kingdom.
I began to build. Not walls, not simple fortifications. Entire ecosystems of magic, each calibrated to my whims. Leylines humming, dimensional rifts folding, energy pools that could store infinite power.
And as I did, I realized something… delicious.
I was free. Completely. Boredom could be conquered, danger avoided, omnipotence refined. The multiverse was mine to toy with. Even the Vishanti, in their infinite wisdom, had underestimated me.
And oh, how I loved to prove them wrong.
I raised my hands, summoning a sphere of light filled with swirling energy: Fate mana, BBC sorcery, Harry Potter core, dimensional energy. It shimmered like a galaxy in miniature.
"Now," I whispered to myself, "let's see what fun looks like when nothing can stop me."
And the universe, vast and infinite, waited.