MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

MASS RELEASE CHAPTER → 5 (LAST)

This is the last chapter of the mass release. Also, down below is the objectives for bonus chapters:-

→ 20 REVIEWS= 2 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 150 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 300 POWER STONES= 2nd BONUS CHAPTER

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After clearing out the entire dungeon — the one fate had once marked for Yuno and Asta — Nova stretched his arms and leaned against the cool stone wall. He flicked his wrist, a simple enchanted pocket watch appearing in his palm, gotta act like a true wizard with the accessories. The needle-like hands pointed just shy of dusk.

"Tch, night's creeping in.

He grunted, slipping the watch away. Not eager to trek through unknown ruins in the dark, Nova pulled out a packet of preserved rations, a blanket, and a compact bedroll from his inventory. He set up camp right there in the vault chamber's corner, eating in silence while the faint, eerie glow of his floating light orb kept the shadows at bay.

When morning came, Nova awoke to the familiar damp scent of old stone. After a quick meal, he packed his things, dusted himself off, and retraced his steps through the winding corridors. More than once, traps long reset tried to catch him — darts, crumbling tiles, sudden jets of flame — but Nova handled each effortlessly, disarming or bypassing them with practiced ease and the flick of his Reality Script spells.

Finally, the light of the surface greeted him as he stepped out of the dungeon entrance and into the open air. The sun hung high now, the sky a pale, cloudless blue.

Nova took a breath, enjoying the clean air, before pulling out his magical compass.

The needle no longer quivered between two points. Only one marker remained: a golden-red glow, pulsing softly in the direction of the north. The pure gold mark had vanished entirely — his previous prize claimed.

He studied it carefully.

"Red for danger… Gold for opportunity. I'll have to be careful with this one," he muttered, pocketing the device.

Half a day's travel through winding forest paths, across ridges, and down into a lush, mist-covered valley led Nova to the marker's location. What he found wasn't a ruin or ancient doorway — it was a lake.

A perfectly ordinary, mirror-still lake.

Nova frowned, glancing at the compass. The needle pointed dead center to the water's heart.

Nova opened his four-leaf grimoire, the enchanted pages glowing softly in the dim light of the forest clearing. The surface of the nearby lake shimmered under the sunlight, its stillness broken only by the occasional ripple. He knew the waters concealed more than just fish and weeds — afterall the entrance of a place containing legendary rank treasure that is filled with death traps or more.

With a calm breath, Nova began casting his spells in careful succession.

First came Impervious, a protective charm that wrapped his body and clothes in an invisible film, repelling water, dirt, and plant matter. He wouldn't have to worry about the cold chill of the lake or its murky residue clinging to him.

Next, he muttered the incantation for Heat Signature Removal, feeling a faint shimmer as his body heat dispersed, making him invisible to anything lurking beneath the surface that might detect him by warmth.

A quick flick of his fingers, and a Smell Removal spell followed, stripping away his scent entirely — a necessary precaution in case any spirit beasts in the water relied on more than just sight.

Then, with a precise motion, he cast a Sound Removal spell, the world around him dulling to a hush. The gentle crunch of earth beneath his feet, the soft rustle of his clothes — all vanished into silence.

Finally, Nova focused his mana into the last spell. Invisibility. The air shimmered briefly before his form disappeared, leaving no sign of his presence save the faint disturbance in the grass where he had stood.

He closed his grimoire with a soft snap, tucking it safely away before stepping toward the edge of the lake. The dark, glassy water stretched out before him, and without hesitation, Nova dove in — a silent, unseen figure slipping beneath the surface.

The water was icy cold, clarity giving way to gloom as he swam deeper. It didn't take long for him to spot something unusual — a jagged cave mouth near the lakebed. Dark, yawning, unnatural in its geometry.

Nova stopped and then he reached into his inventory and summoned the Demon Dweller Sword. The weapon appeared in his hand in a swirl of dark light, its obsidian blade faintly visible even in the dimness.

Nova plunged the sword into the water beside him, and instantly, it began to frantically absorb the dense water mana saturating the depths. Tendrils of brilliant blue energy spiraled toward the blade from every direction, converging around it in a radiant whirlpool of light. The Demon Dweller Sword drank in the power greedily, the glow around it intensifying with each passing moment.

The lakebed around him lit up in pulses of vibrant blue, the sword's aura reflecting off the nearby stones and silt, bathing the cave entrance in its shimmering light. Nova could feel the weapon's hunger, the hum of water mana resonating through his arm as the sword continued its furious absorption.

He kept at it, focusing his will, allowing the sword to draw in as much mana as it could hold. Only when he felt the distinct resistance — the subtle, tightening pulse within the blade that signaled it had reached its limit — did Nova finally pull the sword back.

The Demon Dweller Sword now glowed with an intense, saturated blue light, its magic thrumming in his grip.

Putting the sword back in the inventory, Nova swam toward the cave, slipping through the narrow entrance. The passage sloped upward slightly beneath the water, and after a few minutes of careful swimming, he surfaced into a vast, dimly lit cavern. Moist air clung to the walls, and faint motes of mana drifted lazily through the open space.

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Nova moved silently through the enormous cavern, his steps leaving no sound against the damp moss underfoot. The spells he'd layered upon himself still held firm, muffling any hint of movement, hiding his heat, scent, and presence as if he were little more than a ghost passing through the underworld.

The place was far larger than he expected — not just a hollowed-out chamber but an underground forest of sorts, ancient trees rising tall with thick canopies that shimmered faintly with residual mana. Vines hung like ghostly curtains, and bioluminescent plants cast an eerie, pale light across the sprawling expanse.

The air here was heavy, thick with moisture and old magic, the mana here is countless times denser than outside.

Nova's eyes followed the natural rise of the terrain ahead, where a colossal stone altar stood, half-swallowed by tangled roots and overgrowth. Massive stone steps led to its platform, upon which strange, rusted sigils faintly glimmered in the dim light.

His sharp gaze tracked upward, following the slope of the land to where an enormous stone altar rose out of the mist and foliage. Massive stone steps led up to the platform, weathered with age, the carvings faded and overgrown with roots and hanging moss.

As he approached, Nova's eyes swept the ground — and narrowed.

Deep claw marks.

Massive, jagged gouges tore through earth and shattered stone, as though something colossal had raked its talons through the ground in violent fury. The grooves were fresh enough to glint in the pale light, cutting through stone like butter. The sheer size of them made Nova's skin prickle.

He slowed his pace, his invisible form weaving between ancient roots and fallen branches as his senses strained ahead.

Then he saw it.

A vast, sinuous figure lay half-curled around the base of the altar. Scales of dark purple-black shimmered dully in the gloom, their surface marked by thick, branching black scars and unnatural, foul-looking symbols carved into the flesh like ancient brands. Thunder mana hung around it like a storm on the verge of breaking — heavy, suffocating, and charged with a tension that made the hairs on Nova's arms stand on end.

It was a dragon.

A true, ancient beast of thunder. Its massive body was coiled loosely around the altar like a guardian, though from the sickly dull gleam of its scales and the heavy, slow pulse of its mana, Nova could tell it was old… terribly old. Whatever power remained in it had long since begun to turn inward, eating away at itself.

He could see thick chains winding around its neck and forelimbs, disappearing into the stone beneath it. Faint traces of foul energy clung to them, ancient black markings glowing softly against the beast's corrupted scales.

The massive head rested against its forearms, eyes closed. But even sleeping, the oppressive weight of its power made the air thick, the mana in the space warping ever so slightly around its bulk.

Nova's hand hovered near his inventory.

"A Thunder Dragon… ancient… sealed… no wonder the compass was showing danger."

The way those black markings still pulsed faintly made it clear: this thing wasn't dead. It was sleeping, bound to this altar for gods-knew how long, and it reeked of something foul that clung to its once-proud magic like rot.

He glanced up at the altar platform behind it, sensing rather than seeing the faint fluctuation in space — the gateway had to be there. Whatever lay beyond, this guardian was its final lock.

Nova's fingers twitched toward his inventory. "Level one rookie… meet level one hundred boss." He smirked dryly, though his pulse quickened.

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CHAPTERS:-

17- THE ALIEN FRENZY & THE SECRATARY

18- THE SEXY SECRATARY

19- THE WIZARD KING

20- THE SURPRISED WIZARD KING

21- THE STEAMY MORNING (R-18)

22- THE GREAT ESCAPE CONFESSION LETTER

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