Marvel : Strongest Siblings

The Next Day

Matt found himself standing in a strange world. The entire land was bathed in red—the sky, the ground, everything had a crimson hue. In this vast emptiness, there was only one structure: a massive, ominous tower stretching endlessly into the sky.

"The Monarchs are here," Frost Monarch said as he stood beside Matt. "This is where they reside for now since the Dragon Monarch has yet to descend on Earth."

Matt cracked his knuckles. "Well then, let's go hunting."

It was the Monarchs World where he has come to hunt the other Monarchs.

Frost Monarch nodded but hesitated. "Master, do you want us to wipe them out?"

Matt shook his head. "Yes, Don't kill anyone with potential though. After all here we are to grow strong."

Both Frost Monarch and Qursha exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.

As they began walking toward the massive tower, countless monsters appeared in their path. The entire area surrounding the tower was like a fortress, filled with monstrous armies belonging to the various Monarchs.

From colossal beast-like creatures to twisted abominations of decay, the entire battlefield was crawling with the forces of destruction.

Matt smirked. "Looks like they came prepared."

Frost Monarch stepped forward, ice swirling around him. "Then let's make them regret it."

"Master leave them to us, You just walked towards the Tower" Said Quresha as she bowed towards him.

Matt nodded as his other monsters emerged from behind him. "Let's go," he commanded, and everyone followed.

As they approached the tower, the monsters guarding it noticed them, but upon seeing Frost Monarch and Qursha, they hesitated. Believing them to still be allies, they didn't attack.

"Well, well… I guess this will be a lot easier," Matt muttered as he casually walked toward the tower's entrance.

Upon stepping inside, they arrived at a grand throne room, where the remaining Monarchs sat around a massive, circular table. At the center, slightly elevated above the rest, was the strongest of them all—Antares, the Monarch of Destruction and the King of Dragons.

As Matt entered, flanked by Frost Monarch and Plague Monarch, Antares slowly lifted his gaze, his piercing red eyes landing on Matt. His expression was calm, indifferent, as if he saw no threat in Matt's presence.

"Hmm? Who are you?" Antares asked, his voice relaxed but carrying an undertone of authority.

Matt met his gaze, immediately assessing him. Your Destruction vs. My Time… I wonder who will win.

Around the table, the other Monarchs also turned their heads, their gazes heavy with curiosity and caution.

Seated among them were:

Yogumunt, the Monarch of Transfiguration, the King of Demonic Spectres.

Tarnak, the Monarch of the Iron Body, the King of Monstrous Humanoids.

Antares, the Monarch of Destruction, the King of Dragons.

There were originally nine Monarchs, but the Monarch of Darkness, Ashborn, had abandoned them. Baran, the Monarch of White Flames, had been slain and imprisoned by Ashborn, and Rakan, the Monarch of Beasts, had been killed by Matt.

Now, with Frost Monarch and Quersha submitting to Matt, the power balance had shifted dramatically.

Matt took a step forward and spoke calmly.

"My name is Matt, Ruler of Time and King of Humans." His gaze locked onto Antares.

The Dragon Monarch chuckled. "Oh? So, are you here to beg for Earth's survival?" His voice was filled with amusement.

Matt smirked. He chuckled as well, mirroring Antares' tone.

Antares' smile immediately faded—his expression turning serious as the atmosphere grew tense.

His mana descended like a storm, shaking the very space around them. "Why did you laugh?" he asked in a heavy voice.

Matt, unfazed by the pressure, simply grinned.

"No," he said. "I lack a proper mount. And the King of Dragons seems like the best one for the job, don't you think?"

A dead silence filled the hall.

The Monarchs stared in shock.

Antares' eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I see… so you're here to entertain us," Antares said, standing up as his massive sword materialized in his hand. His eyes burned with destructive energy. "I will see just how strong the so-called King of Humans is."

Without warning, he vanished, reappearing in front of Matt in an instant. His sword came down with terrifying force, aiming to cleave Matt in two.

Matt grinned, unfazed.

A golden sword formed in his hand, clashing against Antares' destructive blade. The impact sent a shockwave across the room, shaking the very air.

"Not bad," Matt said, effortlessly deflecting the strike.

Antares smirked and attacked again, his blade a blur of raw destruction. Matt parried smoothly, countering with his own swift strikes.

The battle began.

Their swords clashed at speeds too fast for most to follow, their movements a blur of gold and crimson. Each strike shattered the ground beneath them, filling the air with the sound of metal ringing against metal.

Meanwhile, Frost Monarch (Silad) and Plague Monarch (Qursha) calmly took their seats at the Monarchs' table, watching as the battle unfolded.

"Who is this human?" Tarnak, the Monarch of the Iron Body, asked, his eyes narrowing as he observed Matt holding his own against Antares.

The old and wise Yogumunt, Monarch of Transfiguration, also watched intently, stroking his beard.

"He is exactly what he said—a Ruler of Time," Silad replied.

Tarnak turned to him, raising a brow. "You're praising a human? Never thought I'd see that happen."

Silad remained calm. "We have submitted to him."

Tarnak's eyes widened before he suddenly burst into laughter.

"HAHAHAHA! How low you have fallen!"

But before he could continue mocking, Silad released his mana.

A crushing wave of ice-cold energy suffocated Tarnak, freezing the very air around him. His laughter died instantly.

"Impossible!" Tarnak gasped, struggling under the pressure. "How have you grown stronger?!" He stood up, pointing at Silad in shock.

Silad's gaze remained steady. "Ruler of Time."

Tarnak hesitated, his expression shifting to uncertainty.

He turned to Matt, watching him clash with Antares at equal strength.

"Is it true?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Yogumunt, too, looked toward Matt, his confusion evident.

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