I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon (Last Chapter -- 706). (https://www.patreon.com/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

"It was too fast."

Everything unfolded in the blink of an eye.

By the time the others on the battlefield reacted, Kaecilius was already lying on the ground with a gaping hole burned through his chest by golden flames. Despite the power of the Dark Dimension coursing through him, he was beyond saving.

Kyle walked past Kaecilius, extinguishing the flickering golden flame on his finger. He glanced at the two Dark Sorcerers standing beside Kaecilius.

Like mice spotting a cat, the two Dark Sorcerers trembled in fear. In Kyle's presence, they didn't even entertain the thought of fleeing; doing so would only lead to a quicker and more painful demise.

Instinctively, the two Dark Sorcerers dropped to their knees, bowing their heads to the dirty ground.

They were terrified— deathly terrified. Otherwise, they wouldn't have fallen to the Dark Dimension. And Kyle... he was the very embodiment of death itself.

"How to deal with them is up to you," Kyle said, shifting his gaze from the two kneeling Dark Sorcerers to Strange and the others ahead.

"Yes, Mr. Kyle," Wong was the first to respond. He stepped forward, intending to capture the Dark Sorcerers alive and bring them back to the New York Sanctum for answers regarding the wounded Sorcerers there.

"Mr. Kyle," Strange said, approaching him with a heavy heart. "The Ancient One... she..."

"I know," Kyle replied calmly, walking up to him and giving Strange a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "She entrusted everything to you. From now on, the path you take is yours to decide. But as for Earth, even if the sky falls, I will be the one to hold it up."

Once Kyle finished speaking, his double-star energy surged again. He transformed into a brilliant meteor, speeding away from the streets of Xianggang, and heading toward the western horizon.

His magical cloak fluttered in the wind, and Strange stood frozen in the street, realizing he needed to think carefully about his next steps.

With Kyle powerful enough to stop Dormammu's invasion, was there still a need for the Sanctum?

Behind Strange, Mordo remained silent. He turned and left the scene alone, his thoughts a mystery to everyone around him.

The Kamar-Taj Sorcerers had lost a Sorcerer Supreme that day, ended a mission, and mourned many lives.

Where the remaining Sorcerers would go from here was uncertain. They would have to find the answers themselves.

A streak of light cut across the night sky. Kyle didn't return to the Carl Kingdom or the Watchtower; instead, after crossing the vast ocean, he landed on a bustling street in New York City.

Before landing, Kyle pulled out a Venom card and slightly altered his appearance to avoid being recognized. His presence in the city at that moment would surely cause a stir.

Walking casually down the street, Kyle bought a bag of apples and eventually stopped in front of an apartment building at a crossroads.

He approached the door and rang the doorbell.

"Coming, coming," A frail voice called from behind the door after a moment.

The door slowly opened, revealing an elderly one-eyed man with graying hair, an apron around his neck, and withered hands. He stared at Kyle with a piercing gaze from his right eye.

"What brings you here?" The one-eyed man asked.

"If you can come here, how could I not?" Kyle smiled, gesturing to the apples in his hand. "Won't you invite me in for a seat?"

"Come in then, and have some dinner," The old man chuckled, reaching for the apples and leading Kyle inside.

As Kyle stepped into the house, Venom transformed his shoes into slippers. He looked around at the simple, natural furniture and decor, nodding in approval. "This place is nice."

"Right? Loki found it. It gets a bit noisy during the day, though."

The one-eyed old man placed the apples on the table, motioned for Kyle to sit, and then went to the kitchen to bring out half a roasted lamb and some wine.

"Looks like you're doing pretty well on Earth," Kyle remarked.

Sitting at the dining table, Kyle gazed at the sumptuous roasted lamb, golden-brown and fragrant with seasoning.

"I knew you'd be coming, so I prepared this. I don't usually eat this kind of food," The one-eyed old man laughed, sitting across from Kyle and pouring wine into his cup.

"It's really good," Kyle said with a calm smile. He rolled up his sleeves, tearing off a large piece of lamb and taking a big bite.

The one-eyed old man raised his glass and took a sip of wine.

If any beings from the Nine Realms saw this scene, they would surely be stunned.

The Guardian of Asgard, the galactic champion, and Earth's ruler Kyle, sitting at a humble table in New York with Odin, the Supreme Ruler of the Nine Realms, the All-Father, and the King of Asgard, sharing a meal like ordinary people.

After finishing a leg of lamb, Kyle downed his wine in one go, exhaling contentedly as he looked at Odin. "If I'm not mistaken, Loki must've placed you here, right? He's probably disguised as you right now, enjoying his time as the King of Asgard."

Odin didn't respond, continuing to sip his wine.

"I've always had a question, and after my battle with Vision, it's only grown stronger," Kyle said, curiosity evident in his voice. "Why did you choose me to be the Guardian of Asgard and even let me take the Eternal Flame?"

Odin replied calmly, "Didn't you inherit the power of the previous Fire God?"

"No, that's not it. Back then, you must have known that I held the true power of the Fire God within me," Kyle shook his head. Even now, with his heightened sensitivity to different energies, he could tell. Odin, who was still overseeing Asgard at that time, must have been aware.

Looking back, it seemed like Odin had purposely devised a reason to make him the Guardian of Asgard and grant him the Eternal Flame.

"You'll have to figure that out for yourself. For certain reasons, I cannot tell you the truth directly." Odin refilled both of their glasses. He raised his cup slightly and said, "Let's have one last drink together."

Despite the many questions swirling in his mind, Kyle smiled helplessly, took his glass, and clinked it with Odin's.

'Ding—'

The glasses met, producing a clear, serene sound, as though it had pierced through the ancient passage of time...

A hint of nostalgia flickered in Odin's murky right eye, but it quickly vanished. He drank his wine, and in a cold, almost dismissive tone, said, "You should leave now. We don't need to see each other again."

Since Odin didn't want to speak any further, Kyle didn't press the matter. He finished his drink, set the cup down, and turned to leave Odin's home.

After Kyle left, Odin sat alone in his chair, staring at the roasted lamb on the table and his empty glass. Like an old man, he sat quietly in a daze.

After a long while, he muttered softly to himself, "I really didn't want you to see me like this, so old and on the verge of death."

''(End of this chapter)''