Super Template System In Marvel and Beyond

Chapter 283: Meeting Lord of Ten rings



"Poor kid. I almost feel bad for him."

He powered off the tablet and set it aside.

Standing beside him on a nearby seat were ten intricately designed rings—each one humming faintly with energy.

As the jet continued its flight, Dave looked out the window, eyes narrowing with focus.

"Let's see now… just how powerful this comic version of the Ten Rings Lord really is."

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

"Because when he meets me… he'll find out what real power looks like."

High in the Mist-Covered Mountains — The Lotus Summit Grand Hotel

The air was thin. Cold mist curled around the towering peaks, shrouding the luxurious hotel that stood like a hidden fortress carved into the stone. It was the kind of place reserved for shadow deals, war councils, and world-altering decisions.

A private helicopter descended onto the helipad near the summit. The wind from its blades scattered the mist like spirits fleeing. As the door opened, Dave Garcia stepped out in a sleek coat, calm and unreadable.

nside the hotel, the meeting had already begun.

Tony Stark leaned against the bar, a scotch in hand but untouched.

Steve Rogers sat on a leather sofa, arms crossed, tension etched on his face.

And near the grand glass window, the infamous Aizen stood silently, his presence alone drawing unease even from the strongest in the room.

They all turned as Dave entered.

"He's here," Steve said simply.

Dave gave a single nod before his eyes moved to the center of the room—where their host finally made his appearance.

From behind an ornate silk curtain emerged a man clad in dark robes lined with dragon-scale patterns. His aura radiated authority, and each step he took resonated like a war drum in the souls of those watching.

Xu Wenwu—the Lord of the Ten Rings.

But this was no movie version. This was the original, comic-canon Wenwu—a warlord whose very Makluan rings were forged by alien science and sorcery. Each one bore a name and a purpose—deadlier than any cinematic portrayal.

On his fingers, the Makluan Rings shimmered:

Remaker, Influencer, Lightning, Incandescence,

Daimonic, Nightbringer, Zero, The Liar,

Spin, and Spectral.

Power thrummed in the room.

"Dave Garcia," Wenwu said, his voice smooth yet laced with menace.

"I can see why people call you a threat across worlds." He studied Dave carefully, sensing the dense, commanding energy emanating from him.

Dave didn't flinch. He folded his arms with calm confidence.

"Relax. I'm not here to fight—not unless I have to. I just want to know why you're so interested in Project Unity."

That name shifted the entire atmosphere in the room.

Project Unity—a peacekeeping initiative born in the aftermath of the Battle of New York. It had started as an alliance between former Avengers, global leaders, and powerful individuals determined to prevent another alien incursion or superhuman crisis.

Now, it had grown into something much bigger.

A globalized network operating quietly under a single banner, rising in influence across continents. With Aizen as the visionary strategist, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers as operational leads, and a unified purpose: preserving peace and protecting Earth against cosmic, multiversal, or internal threats.

Wenwu's gaze hardened.

"Your little project parades around like it's saving the world—avenging losses, building peace. But in truth, it's become a force that rivals nations."

He walked slowly toward the center of the room, hands behind his back.

"And I don't want to destroy it. I want to control it."

Dave raised an eyebrow, unamused.

"So, what—you want a seat at the table?"

Wenwu nodded, eyes sharp.

"The Lord of the Ten Rings deserves to sit at the table of power. Don't you agree?"

From the corner, Aizen chuckled—a low, knowing sound.

"So you think I'm weak. That's what this is about."

Wenwu's response came swiftly.

"I know you are."

For a second, the room's pressure spiked. Aizen's spiritual force surged—subtle, but chilling—like a sword being unsheathed in the dark.

Dave stepped between them.

"Enough. We didn't come here to posture like warlords."

He stared Wenwu down, voice calm but cutting.

"But… if that is what you want—then you're already lost."

Wenwu frowned, confusion flickering in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Dave didn't answer. Instead, he turned to Aizen with a slight smirk.

Aizen stepped forward silently. The air shifted. His presence deepened like a sudden drop in gravity.

"Show him," Dave said.

Without a word, Aizen raised his hand—and the illusion shattered.

The pristine hotel room melted into darkness. Flickers of black mist curled outward as the world around Wenwu warped. What he thought was the real world began to crumble like paper.

Suddenly, he saw them—dozens of his elite guards lying motionless on the floor outside, collapsed in perfect silence.

Wenwu's eyes widened.

"What… when did—?"

"You've been in my illusion since the moment you entered this room," Aizen said, calmly pushing a hand through his neatly tied hair. His spiritual pressure lingered in the air like a noose, heavy and absolute.

The real Aizen stepped forward—not in his suit, but in his full Hōgyoku-enhanced form, long white coat swaying, eyes glinting with quiet power.

"I don't need to fight you, Wenwu. I already won the moment you underestimated me."

Wenwu clenched his fists as the realization hit. He had never been in control.

Dave turned his gaze back to him, now with less patience and more edge.

"Project Unity doesn't tolerate those who try to seize it for power. You're either part of peace—or you're part of the problem."

A silent moment passed as Wenwu processed the weight of his defeat.

Then, his voice cut through the air—low and cold.

"You should have killed me when you had the chance."

The Ten Rings on his arms flared violently.

A dark green aura erupted around him, thick and ancient. The ground trembled beneath his feet. The Makluan Rings, now fully awakened, responded to his fury. He entered his immortal form—the most dangerous state a Ten Rings wielder could reach.

His body pulsed with alien energy. The air crackled as the power of the rings wrapped around him like a living storm.

This was no longer the Wenwu of history.

This was the eternal warlord, the immortal tyrant—his true form revealed.

From the corner of the room, Dave leaned back on the couch beside Tony and Steve, casually sipping from a glass of water.

He glanced at Aizen and asked dryly,

"You need help?"

Aizen exhaled through his nose, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

"No. But for the first time in a long while…" he stepped forward, his spiritual energy gradually rising,

"…I've met someone who might actually make me break a sweat."

Wenwu's eyes burned with fury.

And Aizen's calm smile only grew sharper.

The tension between immortal alien sorcery and hypnotic spiritual might coiled in the air—two monsters staring one another down.

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