Marvel Login System (Rewrite)

Outside the cave, three imposing figures emerged, approaching with firm and determined steps. Arthur immediately recognized each of them: Diana, the Princess of the Amazons; Hippolyta, the majestic Queen; and Antiope, the fierce General.

Hippolyta was the first to speak, standing tall with a serene voice, filled with authority and nobility:

"Lord Arthur, welcome to Themyscira. I am sorry for what happened earlier."

Her steady eyes did not waver, but there was sincerity in her words. It wasn't just the Queen's beauty that drew attention, but the aura of dignity that seemed to surround her every gesture.

Arthur inclined his head slightly in respect, surprised by the personal reception. He would never have imagined that the Queen herself would leave the palace to meet him.

Meanwhile, Diana, standing beside her mother, widened her eyes in confusion.

(My mother... apologizing to an intruder? And she herself came to greet him?) Diana thought, unable to hide the astonishment on her face.

In truth, Diana did not know that Hippolyta had already sent some Amazons after Arthur, but all had miserably failed to defeat him. None had even managed to scratch the strange warrior, which only reinforced the Queen's decision to come personally.

Even Arthur found it all a bit surreal. Who could have imagined that Hippolyta herself would come?

"Queen Hippolyta, there's no need to apologize," he replied humbly, with a restrained smile. "What you did wasn't wrong. After all, I really am an intruder here. It's my responsibility for entering Themyscira uninvited. To be honest... I just want to leave here as soon as possible."

He tried to sound confident, but the truth was he didn't even know how he had ended up in that world—let alone how to get out.

Hippolyta kept her serene expression.

"My warriors have reported your extraordinary combat skills. Therefore, I'd like to make you a request... or rather, a proposal."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, curious.

"I hope you will agree to become Diana's mentor. She still has much to learn, and I believe that under your guidance, she could become an even more complete warrior. And of course, I will personally ensure your safety and comfort while you remain in Themyscira."

The Queen's words echoed through the air like silent thunder.

Diana froze for a second, staring at her mother with wide eyes.

"A mentor...?!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her surprise.

Soon after, an involuntary smile appeared on her lips. The idea of spending more time with Arthur, learning from him, maybe even fighting alongside him... it was too exciting to refuse.

Meanwhile, Antiope, standing beside them, kept her expression cold and closed off. Her tensed jaw betrayed her disapproval. She had not seen the man's strength with her own eyes. All she knew were reports, perhaps exaggerated, coming from Hippolyta herself. And as a general, she did not easily trust strangers—especially men.

Arthur, for his part, let out a resigned sigh. He glanced briefly at Diana, then at Hippolyta. He didn't have many options. He was trapped on that island, in a world completely foreign to him. Accepting could at least guarantee him shelter and prevent him from being attacked at any moment by the Amazon warriors.

He gave a small smile and shrugged:

"Well... what can I do? I accept your proposal."

At least, he thought, he'd have a place to sleep without needing to keep one eye open. He knew well what the Amazons were capable of, and he had no intention of fighting them to the death just to survive.

"You have my thanks, Lord Arthur. Please, follow me."

Hippolyta inclined her head, satisfied, before turning around with all the elegance of a queen.

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As they walked through the island's beautiful natural corridors, flanked by lush trees and marble columns adorned with ivy, Arthur quickly realized he wasn't going unnoticed.

"This is the first time I've been stared at by so many women like this... I feel like a rare animal in a zoo," he murmured quietly, with an awkward smile, as he felt dozens of gazes piercing him from all sides.

The Amazons crossing his path didn't hide their interest—some watched with genuine curiosity, others with veiled hatred, and some... with a predatory look that even made Arthur feel a bit uncomfortable.

He coughed discreetly, trying not to appear intimidated, but it was hard to ignore the oppressive atmosphere surrounding him.

None of this escaped Hippolyta's attentive gaze, who, leading the group, smiled slightly, satisfied. At least, so far, Arthur showed no hostile intent toward her people.

(An honorable man...) Hippolyta thought, with a certain silent relief.

Arthur continued following Hippolyta, accompanied by Diana and Antiope, until they reached the grand palace at the center of the island. The building was a perfect fusion of classical Greek architecture and nature's harmony, with gleaming white columns, hanging gardens, and crystalline fountains.

Upon entering the main hall, Hippolyta raised her hand, drawing the attention of all the warriors present, who immediately fell silent.

"Amazons of Themyscira!" she proclaimed, her voice echoing imposingly through the hall. "From this day forward, this man, Arthur Morgan, will be our guest of honor. Treat him with the respect and hospitality he deserves!"

The announcement caused quite a stir on the island. Murmurs and shocked glances spread among the warriors.

Arthur scratched the back of his neck, unsure whether he should feel flattered or even more uncomfortable.

(What kind of situation have I gotten myself into...)

Diana, beside him, discreetly clenched her fist, containing the excitement and joy at the new opportunity.

Antiope, however, just frowned, casting one last suspicious glance at Arthur before walking away in silence, as if preferring to observe from a distance before trusting him.

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The next morning, the golden sun timidly rose over Themyscira's hills, bathing the island in a warm and serene light. Arthur walked alongside Antiope and Diana, following a trail flanked by marble columns, until they reached the vast Amazon training field. The metallic sound of clashing blades, war cries, and shield impacts filled the air, as dozens of warriors performed their morning exercises with military precision.

"This is our sacred training ground," Diana announced with a proud smile, watching her warrior sisters with admiration.

Before Arthur could reply, Antiope stepped forward, walking with a haughty posture. She stopped in front of him and, without hesitation, extended a gleaming sword.

"Prove your strength to me," she ordered firmly, without beating around the bush.

Arthur looked at the sword in her hands, feeling the weight of the cold steel. He sighed silently. He barely knew how to handle a weapon like that; his strength lay in other skills.

(Looks like I have no choice...) he muttered to himself, accepting the blade with resignation.

Antiope, for her part, drew her own sword and, without any prior warning, lunged forward with impressive speed.

"Hyah!" she shouted, slicing the air with a fierce blow.

However, before the blade could even graze Arthur, his spider-sense went off like an alarm. In an instinctive move, he easily dodged, leaning his body to the side. The attack passed mere millimeters from his face.

Antiope widened her eyes, surprised by the man's agility. But she wasn't shaken. Without giving him time to breathe, she launched a relentless sequence of strikes, spinning, slashing, and thrusting with lethal skill.

Arthur, however, kept dodging, as if every attack was predictable, as if he could see the move even before it happened.

"Impressive…" Diana whispered, watching the scene, marveling at Arthur's finesse.

Antiope, irritated, tightened her offense, striking with redoubled force. Yet, in the middle of an attack, Arthur simply stopped moving. He let her sword come toward him… and grabbed it with his bare hand.

"What?!" Antiope exclaimed, incredulous.

She tried to pull the sword back, using all her strength, but it was useless. The blade seemed rooted in Arthur's hand, immovable like a rock.

"This... is impossible!" she shouted, pulling even harder.

Arthur remained calm, looking her in the eyes, as he slowly released the sword and took a few steps back, maintaining a tranquil expression.

Antiope shot him a piercing gaze, assessing him. In a sudden gesture, she dropped her sword and assumed an unarmed combat stance.

"If the sword doesn't work… then it will be with my bare hands!" she declared, determined.

With a powerful leap, she hurled herself at Arthur, her fist aimed straight at his face. But Arthur, as before, easily dodged and, this time, counterattacked with a light blow, pushing her away.

The fight intensified. Antiope attacked with quick and violent punches and kicks, each move charged with the fury and superhuman strength that characterized the Amazons. Arthur, however, kept evading all the strikes with surgical precision or blocking them with subtle and controlled movements.

The other Amazons, stopping their training, began to gather around the field, forming a silent and attentive circle, curious about this improbable combat.

"He's fighting... as if it were just an exercise..." one of the warriors murmured, wide-eyed.

In a critical moment, Antiope threw a punch directly at Arthur's face. But instead of dodging, he raised his hand and firmly caught her fist, making the impact reverberate with a dry crack that echoed across the field.

Without wasting time, Antiope tried to break free with a precise kick to Arthur's abdomen. Feeling the impact, he released her fist but quickly countered with a precise elbow strike to the Amazon's calf.

Antiope was thrown backward, falling onto the sandy ground. She struggled to get up, rubbing her injured leg, while her eyes burned with fury and wounded pride.

Arthur, meanwhile, dusted off his clothes. He now wore an ancient armor, taken from Antiope's armory—likely a relic from the time of Darkseid's first invasion. His original clothes were practically destroyed, and that armor, though uncomfortable, was his only protection at the moment.

"This should be enough to prove my strength, don't you think?" he asked, with a half-smile, adjusting the armor.

(This is way too uncomfortable...)

Antiope slowly stood up, taking a deep breath, still unconvinced.

"No... that's still far from enough," she replied coldly. "All I've seen is you dodging and striking lightly. I want to see what you're really capable of."

Arthur sighed, already anticipating this wouldn't end anytime soon.

"Very well... then how about this?" he suggested, crossing his arms. "I'll hit you once, with all my strength. If you can't defend yourself, we can consider that I've passed your test. What do you think?"

Antiope looked at him curiously but didn't hesitate.

"Alright. I accept your proposal."

(Obviously, I'm not going to use all my strength… even weakened, I'm still absurdly stronger than they imagine) Arthur thought, preparing himself.

He approached Antiope, assuming a low and controlled stance, like a feline ready to pounce. Antiope watched him closely, her muscles tense, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts: What kind of attack will he use? How strong is he really?

"Ready?" Arthur asked, slightly raising an eyebrow.

"Go ahead!" she replied firmly, raising her arms.

In a movement so fast it was barely visible, Arthur lunged and delivered a controlled punch to Antiope's abdomen.

BOOM!

The impact sounded like a muffled explosion. Antiope felt the absurd force of the blow course through her body before she even realized she'd been hit. Her body was violently launched backward, flying through the air like an arrow until she crashed against a massive stone wall, cracking the structure.

"Ugh… cough... cough..." she coughed, trying to catch her breath as she pressed her aching abdomen.

Arthur remained still, his fist still raised, relieved to realize he had managed to restrain his strength to avoid causing serious injury.

"Are… are you okay?" asked Diana, worried, as she ran to her aunt.

Antiope raised her hand, signaling that she was, as she stood up with effort, still breathless and surprised.

"You… you really are strong," she admitted reluctantly, casting a respectful glance—genuinely impressed, for the first time—at Arthur.

He, in turn, just smirked and shrugged.

"It was nothing..."

The Amazons around them burst into murmurs, some shocked, others admiring, while Hippolyta, observing everything from a distance, allowed herself a small, satisfied smile.

Arthur had passed the test, and more than that, he had earned the respect of Themyscira's most feared general.

(End of the chapter)

"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."