MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

→ 20 REVIEWS= 2 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 200 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 400 POWER STONES= 2nd BONUS CHAPTER

CURRENT PROGRESS:↓

– FIRST OBJECTIVE:- 11/20 REVIEWS

– SECOND OBJECTIVE- 97/200 P.S

– THIRD OBJECTIVE- /400 P.S

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The Next Morning — Hage Village Church

The soft glow of morning light spilled through the high, cracked windows of the old church. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams, and the scent of fresh-baked bread from Sister Lily's kitchen clung to the air. The world outside was still waking, but inside, the sound of childish laughter rang out like bells.

And then — with a familiar shimmer of warped space and a muted flash of light — Nova appeared in the middle of the room.

"Yo," he drawled.

The church's orphanage children froze for a half-second… then erupted.

"NOVAAAAAA!!"

A shrieking horde of tiny bodies swarmed him, faces bright with glee. Arms wrapped around his legs, two kids clambered up his back, and another tugged insistently at his cloak.

"Did you bring us toys?!"

"Where were you yesterday?!"

"Tell us the stories about the capital!"

" So you see any magic knights?"

Nova grinned, letting them hang off him like monkeys on a tree. "Calm down, calm down — one question at a time. And yes, I did bring toys. Top-shelf magic toys, thank you very much."

Gasps.

Even the usually-shy Aruru peeked out from behind the pillar, eyes going wide.

Nova reached into his spatial ring, bright shimmer of mana burst from his palm as he pulled out a small, floating treasure chest — intricately carved, softly glowing with enchantments.

"Alright, brats. Feast your eyes."

He flicked the lid open with a finger, and a dozen tiny, enchanted figures burst into the air: miniature knights with glinting swords, dragons spewing harmless sparkles, a tiny floating mana ball that zipped around the room.

The children screamed in delight, chasing after them.

"Dibs on the dragon!"

"I want the knight captain one!"

A tiny enchanted construct of the Wizard King flew by, doing a loop-de-loop before being tackled by a giggling child.

Nova laughed, watching the chaos unfold. He dropped a hand to ruffle Aruru's hair when she timidly approached.

"For you," he said, holding out a delicate, flower-shaped pendant imbued with a soft light magic charm. "Keeps nightmares away. And glows in the dark."

Her eyes sparkled. "Thank you, Nova!"

Sister Lily appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of bread and milk. She sighed fondly at the sight of her church's holy place turned into a battleground of flying magic toys and shrieking children.

"Nova… you're spoiling them again."

He shrugged. "Someone's gotta. Besides, these kids deserve better than hand-me-down sticks and pebbles."

Her lips twitched despite herself. "At least stay for breakfast."

"Deal."

He plopped down onto a bench, pulling a few more toys for children and telling them about his adventures, all good ones only.

As the kids played and laughed, and Sister Lily dished out simple, warm food, Nova let himself relax for a moment.

Of course, peace wasn't meant to last. A voice like a cracked bell shattered the calm.

"NOVA! I GOT A GRIMOIRE!!"

Nova winced as the shout practically ruptured his eardrums.

A moment later, his vision was filled — not with sunlight, not with sparkles or toy knights — but with an old, battered, ominous-looking grimoire practically shoved against his face.

A five-leaf clover.

"See?! SEE?!" Asta's grin was blinding, eyes sparkling like a kid who'd just won the universe's lottery. "Told you I was awesome! Look at this thing! It came flying outta nowhere and chose me! ME!"

Nova blinked, then slowly, very deliberately lowered the grimoire from his face.

"Congratulations," he drawled. "You've acquired the most cursed-looking book in the kingdom. It even smells ominous."

Asta was too euphoric to care. "Isn't it amazing? I mean — LOOK AT THIS THING! I'm gonna be the Wizard King for sure now! Right, Yuno?!"

Nova's gaze flicked past Asta to Yuno, who stood nearby with his arms crossed, his expression the same infuriating calm as always. But there was a faint, reluctant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Tch. Don't lose to me, idiot," Yuno muttered.

"Ha! I won't!" Asta jabbed a thumb at his own chest. "I've got a crazy-strong grimoire now. Wait till you see my sword! It's HUGE!"

Nova arched a brow, smirking.

"Careful, kid," he teased. "Running around bragging about how big your sword is — people'll start asking questions."

Yuno snorted. Asta, oblivious, just laughed.

"I don't care! I'm awesome! I'm gonna kick everyone's butt!"

Nova gave a slow, half-amused shake of his head.

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After breakfast — a loud, messy affair of sticky bread, mana-fueled toy duels, and Asta showing off his new grimoire to anyone within a three-mile radius — Nova finally decided it was time.

He stood, stretched, and with a single word, teleported himself and Asta out of the church.

The world blurred, the scent of fresh bread and children's laughter vanishing in an instant.

They reappeared at the edge of a secluded hill, overlooking Hage Village. The morning sun painted the horizon in soft gold, the grass whispering in a lazy breeze.

Asta blinked around in confusion. "Uh… Nova? Why'd you bring me way out here? Also— that magic was way too cool! Teach me that spell, please!"

Nova sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Gods, this is going to be a headache.

He wasn't even looking at Asta. His gaze was fixed on the invisible screen floating before him — the same notification that had slapped him in the face yesterday.

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[DING! SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

IT IS DETECTED THAT HOST IS CURRENTLY IN POSSESSION OF AN ARTIFACT THAT DOES NOT RIGHTFULLY BELONG TO HIM.

OPTIONS:

1) RETURN THE ITEM TO ITS ORIGINAL OWNER.

2) TRADE IT FOR SOMETHING OF EQUAL VALUE.

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When it had appeared, Nova had nearly cursed all eighteen generations of the system.

"What do you mean it's not mine?! I risked my life for that sword — crawled through a dungeon,cleared all the traps, claimed it fair and square!"

But no — the system had been maddeningly clear. On pressing for an explanation, it dumped this into his vision:

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[SYSTEM PROMPT]

→ Host may claim ownerless artifacts. However, artifacts with fated or destined owners must be purchased, earned, or traded. Even if found in a dungeon, fate-bound relics remain tethered until rightful ownership is resolved.

Explanation: Certain high-tier artifacts are intrinsically bound to bloodlines, grimoire lines, or soul signatures. These relics recognize a destined owner through a latent ownership clause, remaining in stasis until their rightful inheritor awakens.

For example:

The Demon Dweller Sword is an artifact belonging to the Five-Leaf Clover grimoire line. Whoever possesses a Five-Leaf Clover grimoire gains instant, exclusive ownership of all related swords. Even if Host finds and temporarily claims one, the artifact will revert to its rightful master upon their emergence.

This is a grimoire-bound relic, and system restrictions will enforce its proper ownership.

However, not all rare items are tethered in this way.

For contrast:

The Scroll containing the Wind Spirit Sylph is an unowned artifact. It possesses no bloodline bond, no grimoire tether, and no soul-lock. While fate might intend it for a particular individual in the narrative progression, the system recognizes it as free loot — available for Host to claim, bind, sell, or use without consequence.

Summary:

• Grimoire-bound relics → Fate-enforced ownership

• Free artifacts and spirits → First come, first serve

Host is advised to discern between the two. Certain treasures are chained by fate, others are fair game. Misappropriating fate-bound relics may result in penalties, ownership loss, or system intervention.

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Nova had grumbled for a solid ten minutes afterward. So, moral of the story? If it's got a book-bond, a bloodline, or a destiny clause — don't touch it unless you like cosmic slapdowns.

Now, standing here on the hill, he sighed again and turned to Asta.

"Okay, see this, kid," Nova said, pulling Demon Dweller Sword from his system inventory and planting it in the grass with a heavy thud.

Asta blinked, staring at the sword Nova had just planted into the ground. His eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity flaring.

"Eh…? This old sword… it feels kinda like the one from my grimoire," Asta muttered, stepping closer. As if responding to his words, his battered five-leaf grimoire floated up beside him, pages fluttering open.

A dark, heavy sword shot out from it — the one he'd used yesterday against that chain bastard.

Asta compared them both, frowning. "Wait… they're different, but there's this weird… feeling. Like they're connected or something."

Nova smirked faintly. "That's because they are. The one from your grimoire — that's called the Demon Slayer Sword. Big, mean, can cut magic like it's paper."

Asta's grin widened. "Hah! Yeah, that one's mine for sure!"

Nova gestured at the sword stuck in the grass. "And this one here is called the Demon Dweller Sword. Similar, but different. It can cut magic too — but it can also absorb magic from spells and people nearby and fire it back."

Asta's mouth hung open slightly. "Seriously?! That's badass!"

Nova gave a small nod. "And there's a third one too. It's out there somewhere, and when it finds you, you'll know."

Asta's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop. "Wait, wait… then this one—" He pointed to the Demon Dweller. "Is this mine too?"

Nova crouched, resting an elbow on his knee as he explained, "Technically, it belongs to your grimoire — which means its yours."

Asta looked between the sword and his grimoire, suspicion creeping onto his face. "Then… why do you have it?"

Nova shrugged. "Found it in a dungeon. I claimed it because it had no owner at the time — or so I thought. Turns out fate had other plans. The moment your grimoire chose you, this thing's ownership tethered to you. And now the damn universe wants me to hand it over."

Looking at Asta's confused expression, Nova just sighed," Basically this Demon Dweller Sword is yours. But I don't wanna give this sword, as it's very useful for me. So how about a trade?"

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