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In the virtual old New York City, on the New York Sanctum's open-air balcony.
Ancient One looked lost. Her eyes, usually so bright, were now sunken, making her appear far older than her age. She gazed blankly at the silent, empty city below, searching for any sign of Kyle.
The once invincible Sorcerer Supreme, who had lived for centuries without aging, suppressing evil dimensions and defending Earth from various threats, now seemed frail and vulnerable.
She looked… old.
No one can escape the ravages of time, not even the most powerful beings. Even Ancient One, Guardian of Earth, and Odin, ruler of the Nine Realms, would eventually succumb to age.
And when that day arrived, it would signal the end of an era in the Marvel Universe, the dawn of a new generation.
It was the cycle of life.
But in this moment…
Standing on the precipice of that cycle, Ancient One refused to acknowledge her own mortality. Then, a faint, unnatural sound reached her ears.
The sound was subtle, yet to her heightened senses, it was jarring, almost mockingly reminding her, "You're getting old."
Ancient One's expression shifted from surprise to realization, then to a quiet sadness, before finally returning to her usual composure.
The dark gray light in her eyes slowly faded, and the veins at the corners of her eyes receded. Without the power of the Dark Dimension, her body felt weak and drained, but a sense of relief washed over her.
She turned towards the direction of that voice.
There, sitting casually with his legs crossed on a sun chair, calmly observing her, was Kyle.
Kyle had not only endured her most powerful attack, but he had also returned to the real world first, anticipating her arrival at the Sanctum.
He knew she would return here.
Kyle had shed the Venom symbiote and was now dressed in his usual casual attire. Though slightly disheveled, covered in dust, and bearing minor injuries, he showed no signs of serious harm.
All thanks to Venom, which had returned to the Card Space as a dormant card.
"How did you do it?" Ancient One asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity.
Her question acknowledged that Kyle had surpassed her understanding.
"It's simple," Kyle said with a faint smile. "As long as my body could withstand the weight and destructive energy of the collapsing city, I just needed to break through the fragile barrier between dimensions and arrive here before you."
Ancient One fell silent. The concept seemed simple, yet its execution would have been incredibly challenging.
Yet, Kyle had accomplished it flawlessly.
"I must admit, you have exceeded my expectations," Ancient One said softly, recalling the young general who had first stood before her.
Back then, Kyle was cautious, brimming with youthful energy, miraculously calming the chaos of World War II.
Now, he had matured, shedding his bravado to reveal his true strength. When he acted, it was with decisive force.
Kyle looked at Ancient One and smiled. "Ancient One, this is the age of the young. There's no need for you to shoulder the burden of Earth alone. If the sky falls, these young heroes will hold it up."
Ancient One chuckled. "And what about you?"
"I'm still young," Kyle shrugged. In terms of his lifespan, he was still young. The lifespans of gods were measured in millennia, and at a little over a hundred years old, he was still in his prime.
Ancient One whispered, "Then… Earth… will be entrusted to you."
Kyle was taken aback.
He understood that Ancient One had finally relinquished her burden. These simple words carried the weight of centuries of dedication and responsibility.
"Alright," Kyle smiled. "Leave it to me."
Ancient One remained silent for a moment, then looked directly at Kyle. "In the final match, after your victory, I was granted a wish. I remember the reward for second place was the ability to make one request."
"That's correct. You can make your request now," Kyle nodded generously.
Even if Ancient One requested an extension of her lifespan or even a star in the galaxy, he would do his best to fulfill it.
Ancient One didn't respond immediately. She glanced at the old city outside with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. Eventually, her gaze returned to the open-air balcony.
On the withered potted plant, fresh green shoots had begun to sprout.
Ancient One said calmly, "I want you to look after Stephen Strange. He is the most outstanding student I've ever had, and he can inherit the Kamar-Taj legacy. But you must not force him to join any faction."
"Is that it?" Kyle looked at her seriously. "You should know that even if you requested more life or resources, I could fulfill it."
"That's all," Ancient One nodded, sticking to her decision.
People aged and died, but their legacies lived on. As long as her legacy endured, she would still exist in this world.
"I admit defeat."
With Ancient One's final words, the virtual old New York City vanished.
"Ancient One admits defeat, and the winner is Kyle!"
The God system announced the end of the superpower competition. The audience, who had been in a state of shock, finally came to their senses.
The superpower competition was over.
But everyone knew that the world would never be the same.
The world order, previously maintained by the threat of nuclear weapons, had been shattered.
Without the threat of mutually assured destruction, a new era would begin.
After this battle with Ancient One,
Kyle was no longer just the Symbol of Peace; he was the true ruler of Earth, surpassing even the gods in the eyes of humanity.
Of course,
This battle had also exposed hidden dangers.
The end of the superpower competition marked the beginning of a new and uncertain era, with unseen forces lurking beneath the surface.
''(End of Chapter)''