Marvel : Strongest Siblings

Both Monarchs looked at each other before kneeling.

"We will submit to you," they said in unison.

Matt raised a brow. "Hm? Where is your pride as Monarchs?"

"Pride?" Frost Monarch scoffed. "We were nothing but playthings, created by an Absolute Being. We were puppets whose strings were cut by the Rulers when they killed our creator."

Plague Monarch nodded. "Yes, we never had any pride. Submitting to the strong is the way of nature."

Matt stared at them for a moment before nodding. "Very well."

He pointed at them. "Are you willing to become my monsters?" he asked.

Both Monarchs nodded, thinking it was just a verbal agreement—one they could break the moment they got the chance. They fully intended to betray him the second an opportunity arose, ideally when the strongest Monarch, the Monarch of Destruction, arrived to kill Matt.

Matt smirked, already sensing their thoughts.

Placing his hands on theirs, he activated Beast Evolution, pouring an enormous amount of mana into them. The Beast Evolution skill not only evolves one but also make them absolutely loyal to him.

A surge of power erupted from his body, engulfing the two Monarchs. Their forms trembled as they felt something forcefully binding them to Matt's will.

Matt narrowed his eyes as he observed the process. "Hmm… more than 50% of my mana, huh?" he mused, watching how much energy it took to evolve them.

Both Monarchs gasped as the realization hit them.

They weren't just submitting.

They were being claimed.

They tried to resist, but it was already too late.

Matt's mana reached deep into their very cores, invading their essence and binding them to him. The process had already begun—no amount of struggle could change that.

Both Monarchs let out agonized roars as Matt's overwhelming energy flooded their bodies, forcefully rewriting their existence. Their bones cracked and reformed, their genetic makeup was being rewritten at a fundamental level, and their very souls howled in pain.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a thick cocoon formed around each of them—a swirling mass of black, green, and white energy—sealing them inside as their transformation continued.

Matt watched the two cocoons with mild curiosity. "They sure are taking their time," he muttered, leaning against his car.

The swirling energy of the cocoons pulsed rhythmically, showing signs of a slow but powerful metamorphosis. "I guess Monarch evolutions take longer than expected," Matt mumbled to himself.

With nothing else to do, he sat down and closed his eyes, focusing on his mana breathing technique while he waited.

A Few Days Later…

CRACK!

The sharp sound of breaking shell snapped Matt out of his meditation. His eyes opened as he turned toward the cocoons.

Cracks spread like lightning across the surfaces of both cocoons, thin at first but rapidly widening.

Then, with a sudden burst, both cocoons shattered completely, releasing a wave of powerful energy into the air.

From the first cocoon emerged a tall, regal figure—a male high elf, the new Frost Monarch. Unlike the Ice Elves of old, his skin was no longer blue, yet his aura had grown immensely stronger. His frost energy was purer, colder, and more refined than before. Matt observed him with interest.

From the second cocoon stepped Qursha, her transformation even more noticeable. She was now even more stunning, her curves more refined, her body exuding an almost intoxicating allure. Her long, emerald-green hair cascaded down her back, her striking green eyes gleaming with newfound power.

Matt smirked as he observed the results.

Matt's voice snapped them out of their thoughts, and both immediately kneeled before him.

"Master," they said in unison.

Matt nodded in approval. Suddenly, a wave of energy surged through him as the system delivered a notification.

[Host rank has increased to High-Class Monarch.]

He smirked, feeling the newfound strength coursing through his veins. "Good," he murmured.

Turning to the two Monarchs, he waved his hand, opening a swirling black portal—the entrance to his Infinite Eater Dimension.

"Go inside and wait for further instructions," he ordered.

The Frost Monarch nodded without hesitation and stepped into the portal. However, Qursha remained standing, her gaze lingering on Matt.

"Do you need something else?" he asked.

Qursha hesitated before speaking, her voice softer than before. "Master, as the Plague Monarch, I was the weakest among the Monarchs. To compensate, I used insects to replace and fortify my body, molding myself into something stronger." She looked at him directly, her emerald eyes glowing. "But now… I have been reborn. I have regained my true body."

Matt raised a brow, waiting for her to continue.

A small smirk played on Qursha's lips as she reached for the strap of her dress, sliding it off her shoulders. Her clothes fell to the ground, revealing her bare body.

"Master, now you can see… this is my real form," she whispered, taking Matt's hand and placing it against her smooth, flawless skin. "No more insects. No more decay. Just me."

Matt let his hand linger for a moment before nodding. "Hmm. It's real."

Qursha leaned closer. "Then… may I serve you, Master?"

Matt exhaled and shook his head. "Not for now," he said, snapping his fingers. In an instant, Qursha's clothes reappeared on her body, covering her once more.

She pouted slightly but bowed. "Understood, Master. But I will be waiting."

With that, she turned and entered the Infinite Eater Dimension, vanishing into the void.

Matt rolled his shoulders, pushing away lustful thoughts as he turned his focus to the Beast Monarch's corpse.

"Now, let's get your power," he muttered.

He extended his hand, black fog seeping from his palm and engulfing the fallen Monarch's remains. The energy was absorbed into him, transferring the raw strength, instincts, and abilities of the Beast Monarch into Matt's own body.

[Host rank has increased to Peak Monarch Level.]

A powerful surge of energy exploded within him.

"Haah~~" Matt exhaled deeply, his body trembling with excitement. The rush of power was intoxicating, an overwhelming feeling of dominance and strength. His golden eyes blazed with radiant mana as he clenched his fists, testing his new strength.

"This… is truly exhilarating," he muttered.

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