The Guardian Of The Multiverse: A Hero's Burden

Interest

(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/Adriel Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)

...

Author's Note:

I've had to fix this chapter like 5 time because whenever I saved and closed Wattpad and returned to continue where I left off, the writing just becomes crazy. The narration is separated, disorganized and all over the place for some reason. This is the first time happening and holy shit, it's annoying. I'm not sure what Wattpad did but I can't save it unless I want my writing to just break. I had to copy and paste it before it gets broken so I could publish it how it's supposed to look. If anything look's weird or out of place, let me know. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

...

Welcome to Madan no ou to Vanadis.

The moment the Guardian's presence was noticed on the battlefield, the clash of steel and cries of war came to an abrupt halt. Soldiers from both sides ceased their battle, turning their heads toward the massive crater where the mysterious figure lay unconscious.

Among them, Eleonora Viltaria was the most intrigued. She couldn't help but feel drawn to the enigmatic man who had, in what felt like a mere second, turned the battlefield into the aftermath of a nuclear explosion test site. The sheer magnitude of his arrival defied logic, and that only made her more curious.

While she examined the fallen stranger, a commanding voice broke through the stunned silence.

"This man will be taken into our custody."

It was Prince Ludwik of Brune, who had wasted no time in asserting his authority. With an air of confidence, he stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Eleonora.

"His intrusion has cost both sides significant losses. For that reason, I propose a ceasefire."

He spoke as if he expected her immediate agreement—as if his decision was final.

But Eleonora merely scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk.

She saw right through him.

To her, it was obvious—the prince wasn't concerned about fairness. He merely saw an opportunity to claim something—someone—far beyond his understanding.

Her gaze hardened, her stance unwavering.

"You actually think I'll allow you to take this otherworldly man into your hands?" she challenged, tilting her head slightly.

A confident shake of her head followed before she delivered her verdict:

"No. I don't think so. If you want a ceasefire, you will let me have him. He's mine."

A tense silence fell between them as their gazes locked in a battle of wills. The prince, however, remained undeterred.

He smirked, as if he had already won.

After all, his army still outnumbered hers by an overwhelming margin.

Even before the battle, the Brune forces boasted a staggering 25,000 soldiers, while Zhcted's forces had barely 2,000 warriors. A massive disparity in sheer numbers—a gap so wide it was almost laughable.