Marvel : Strongest Siblings

Vorith - Void Wyvern (SS Rank)

Deep within a dimensional rift, Matt encountered the Drake, a creature of lesser dragon species. After subduing it and unleashing his Evolution ability, it transformed into Vorith, the Void Wyvern. With wings that shimmered like an endless galaxy and eyes that burned with cosmic energy, Vorith was a master of spatial manipulation, capable of opening void portals and unleashing devastating attacks that distorted space.

Thrynn - Iron Titan (SSS Rank)

Within a mountain stronghold, Matt faced a towering Iron Golem, an A-rank dungeon guardian. After evolving it into Thrynn, the Iron Titan, the golem transformed into a hulking giant, its metallic body glowing with runic etchings that pulsated with an inner light. The Iron Titan's strength was unmatched, capable of reshaping the battlefield with every swing of its massive arms, and its impenetrable defense made it a living fortress.

Zyra - Abyssal Harpy Queen (SS Rank)

In a shadowy, cliffside dungeon, Matt encountered a Dark Harpy Matron who ruled over a flock of lesser harpies. Once evolved, she became Zyra, the Abyssal Harpy Queen. Her wings were now cloaked in swirling shadows, and her voice carried a haunting melody that could charm or terrify. Zyra excelled in aerial combat and subterfuge, wielding dark magic to sow chaos among enemies.

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Matt stood outside his latest dungeon, the cool wind whipping through his hair. The Infinite Eater Dimension swirled with chaotic energy as he summoned his new recruits. One by one, they appeared before him, their forms exuding raw power and loyalty.

Alrahzar stepped forward, his hollow eyes glowing crimson. "The legions of the dead are yours to command, Master."

Lyre slithered with regal poise, her sapphire scales catching the light. "We await your orders, Master."

Vorith spread his vast, shimmering wings, his deep voice resonating. "Where you lead, the void shall follow."

Thrynn rumbled, his massive frame casting a long shadow. "None shall stand against your will."

Zyra hovered gracefully, her shadowy wings swirling. "The skies are yours, Master."

Matt looked at them and commanded, "Go inside and bring me the boss of their dungeon."

The monsters all nodded, rushing away with determination, each hoping to impress him by being the first to succeed.

Matt watched them intently, a smirk tugging at his lips as he muttered under his breath, "You fools, work together."

Shaking his head at their competitiveness, he turned and sat down at the side.

"Damn, this is one boring world," he muttered, wondering when he could return. He was here only to gain the power of the Monarchs, and then he would leave.

Though it would take time, it felt like it was stretching into a year, testing his patience.

After a moment, the five returned, dragging a monster. From the looks of it, it was an Orc Shaman, wearing a tattered cape and holding a staff. Its face was twisted in fear and rage as they forced it to kneel in front of Matt.

Without saying a word, Matt placed his hand on the creature and began the evolution process.

As Matt began the evolution process, the Orc Shaman's body trembled violently. A dark cocoon of energy formed around it, pulsating with raw power. The others watched in silence, a mix of awe and anticipation etched on their faces.

"This one has potential," Matt muttered under his breath. "If it evolves properly, it could rival even the Naga Empress."

The cocoon glowed brighter, cracks forming along its surface as the transformation reached its peak. Finally, with a deafening roar, the cocoon shattered, revealing the evolved form.

Standing before them was a towering figure cloaked in shadows. Its once-fragile frame had transformed into a muscular, imposing body. Its staff was now a twisted, blackened scepter adorned with glowing crimson runes, and a dark aura radiated from its form.

[Orc Warlock – SS Rank]

The creature knelt before Matt, its glowing red eyes filled with newfound intelligence and loyalty.

"Master," the Orc Warlock rasped, its voice deep and reverent. "I am grateful for this gift. My power is now yours to command."

Matt nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Good. You'll prove useful in the battles ahead."

He turned to the others, who were still staring at the Orc Warlock in disbelief. "This is why teamwork matters. If you had fought among yourselves and failed to bring it here alive, you'd have missed this opportunity."

The group exchanged guilty looks but nodded in agreement.

Matt sighed and gestured toward the Infinite Eater Dimension portal. "You've done well, but there's more to learn. For now, rest and recover. Warlock, go inside and await further orders."

The Orc Warlock bowed deeply before stepping into the portal.

"You guys go too. I'll call when the time comes," Matt said as they nodded and stepped into the Infinite Dimension.

After taking care of the dungeon, Matt exited and called Brian. "Tell me, have you taken care of the building and other stuff?" he asked, his tone sharp and businesslike.

On the other side, Brian's voice came through the communicator. "There's a bit of a problem," he said.

The scene cut to Andre, a towering giant of a man, sitting leisurely with a smirk on his face. Behind him stood five S-rankers, all waiting for his commands. Their tension was palpable, their eyes darting toward Misty and Leon—two other S-rank fighters who were circling like predators, ready to engage at any moment. The SS-rank Oni, Gachk, was also present, trying to mediate and keep the situation from escalating further.

Matt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What kind of mess are you in now, Brian?" he muttered under his breath.

"The Guild Master of the Scavenger Guild is here to meet you," Brian said quietly.

Matt frowned. "Hm, I'll be coming," he replied, cutting the call. He stood, stretching slightly before grabbing his coat and heading toward the new Guild building.

Meanwhile, Thomas Andre, the Guild Master, looked at Gachk with interest. "You're not human, are you?" he asked, his sharp gaze fixed on the SS-rank Oni.

Gachk shook his head. "I am not. I am a servant of my master," he replied humbly, bowing slightly.

"Oh! It seems your Guild Leader is quite the man if he can command such a being," Thomas said with a grin, sensing the immense power radiating from Gachk.

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