The Guardian Of The Multiverse: A Hero's Burden

From The Heavens I was Sent

(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)

Karito's Pov

This level felt strange the moment I stepped into it. And I don't mean that because it's the creation of Darks but in a conceptual way. This level has the stench of dead bodies everywhere. I know what this level is, but it isn't the level I'm considering.

At first, it resembles the description of Level 231, the Slaughterhouse. The level is a maze-like structure with dimly lit corridors and rooms. The walls are lined with hooks, chains, and other implements used for processing meat. The air is thick with the stench of blood, and the sound of machinery and the screams of animals echo throughout the level. Wait... maybe those aren't just animal screams but human and animal screams.

But I'm not going to think about it. I'm certain that whoever is in charge of this level is using the format of Level 231 to terrify anyone who enters here. Or maybe this place is just a different kind of hell. But this disgusting smell is already making my nose itch, which isn't very pleasant.

Still, I will check to make sure the Darks are using Level 231's format. With that in mind, I continued my walk, using my spider sense as a GPS. Upon reaching a fork in the path, I stopped and looked at the machinery in front of me.

(Toxin) "The stench of blood is awful in this part," he says in disgust.

(Spider-Man) "Yeah. The tile three feet away from me is a trap, so I'm going to break the wall behind this T-section."

(Toxin) "This is the Russian Experiment all over again."

(Spider-Man) "That's a memory I'd rather not recall, thank you very much," he sighs.

(Toxin) "My bad."

As Toxin finished, I flicked my finger, creating a hole the size of my hand. I peeked through it, and with my enhanced vision, I saw inside the dark room behind the trap. To my utter disgust, my suspicion was correct. I saw pits of boiling water filled with human and animal flesh. Imagining how they died, the machine beneath me is a meat grinder. Whoever steps on it is... well, they're grinded and thrown into this boiling water. Disgusting, if you ask me.

Now that I know this is a clone of Level 231, I pretty much know what I'm dealing with. Some spiked pits and other gruesome traps will be around, but my spider senses will automatically help me avoid them. I should thank Broogli for the information I found while browsing YouTube in the Nexus.

(Toxin) "Besides the disgusting level, I feel incredibly uneasy."

(Spider-Man) "I know what you mean. There is someone here."

(Toxin) "But I don't think we should fight them."

(Spider-Man) "Is this because of the SCP's warning?"

(Toxin) "The key word is 'Death.' Why would an SCP say that?"

(Spider-Man) "Knowing the SCP universe..."

(Toxin) "Oh, fuck..."

(Spider-Man) "Oh yeah... we're dealing with a character that's the very concept of death. Nope, I am not dealing with that. I don't care who it is—someone who is the embodiment of Death is literally a death sentence."