Conclusion to World War II

It is the year 1944, early October. A group of soldiers, including men and women, were sailing on a white yacht. They were celebrating the victory of the Allies in the middle of the day.

The evil organization Hydra, which ravaged the European region, was wiped out. The leader of the organization executed in private instantly.

In the same month, the German army lost its manufacturing facility, becoming seriously injured financially. They had no choice but to retire from the front line of the war on a large scale.

This became the epitome of Germany's announcement of surrender; shortly, the rest followed.

One main reason for such an easy surrender was the emergence of Kyle, who controlled the enemy's nightmares. Without a will to fight, things quickly ended, with Germany especially having to pay for damages.

This change in power propelled the British, but even more so, American global agendas.

This led to a swift victory over other German associations and organizations until the economy collapsed.

The situation became so dire that the Führer und Reichskanzler committed suicide. Jokes are even made of his death, some calling him the "Little dick dictator."

This vital news report was sent back to the United States and immediately triggered a grand carnival. Countless hospitals released their staff and soldiers who returned to the battlefield to celebrate.

However, to personally celebrate the MVP of the Allies, a more controlled party was held on a fleet of yachts in the Pacific Sea. Of course, it was understandable since that man was someone who brought light to the darkness, even earning him a big promotion.

"Cheers to victory! Cheers for Major General Kyle, Captain Steve!"

"Cheers to our hero! I know the world will usher in an era of peace."

In the bar on the boat, all kinds of cheering were heard. Everyone on board was looking toward Kyle, who wore a two-silver star badge.

An extended version of the luxury yacht steadily drove behind. As a host, Howard invited the primary guest and then picked up the girls in another boat, leaving another boat for Kyle. Howard thought this was the best way to avoid competition.

When Kyle thought of this, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Howard's way of thinking.

"Truly genius! Howard, you, my friend, know me." Kyle told Howard a couple of days ago during the planning of the celebration. They both laughed and had drinks before entering their separate yachts.

Many beautiful women with long legs were flirting with Kyle in luxurious tube-top dresses. Most called him handsome or tall, and Kyle couldn't help but not disagree.

Their advances were blatant, and Kyle just enjoyed the celebration while being fed shrimp by the woman. Kyle was, after all, a famous man.

As a new Major General, he filled the news reports.

Half a month after the war ended, the preliminary report the news had was about the exploits of Kyle during the war. Parents even called Kyle a superhero their children should have as a role model.

Public opinion for Kyle was such high parades all over America were conducted since the news of victory came.

The financial and emotional support given to Kyle was endless, allowing him to retire temporarily from military activities. Even President Roosevelt approved this due to having no choice in refusal.

Taking this moment to relax, Kyle decided to go to another country to set up a private home. Leaving Steve and the others to clean up the leftovers of World War II, Kyle would take off in a few days. For his new adventure.

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One week later, in a populated city in Nepal called Kathmandu. It was a hotter day than usual.

The bright midday sunshine fell on the city, the clear sky pierced by the high plateaus.

These plateaus surround the home of countless citizens that live here.

Kathmandu, officially the Kathmandu Metropolitan City, is Nepal's capital and the most populous city. It is located in the Kathmandu Valley, a large valley in the high plateaus in central Nepal.

In the city lies an isolated community home to sorcerers and mystics.

Inside a building lies the community leader, who can't help but be swept in the conversation of the recent World War with her student.

The student's name was Chris Rama. He had shoulder-length dark hair and a frail physique. The only thing that made him unique was his white eyes. They were utterly blind, and the cataract made his eyes look hollow.

The man cupped his hands and requested, "Master, as our all-knowing, would you divine the danger level of this unknown factor? By your grace, we can predict the threat of The Calamity."

She was the Ancient One, the leader of this place known as Kamar-Taj. Many called this woman the Sorcerer Supreme and the leader of the Masters of the Mystic Arts.

The Ancient One protected Earth from supernatural threats and dedicated herself to helping others in need by educating them in the magical arts to give them new hope.

With a sigh, the Sorcerer Supreme told her student, "The Calamity and Captain America got in touch with the US military base before the outside forces were out of control. For now, we must continue spectating until the time is right..."

When she paused, she couldn't help but rub the ancient relic around her neck, which was in the shape of a necklace.

Her student, Chris, looked frustrated as he thought, 'Still, it does not change the fact that a world-ending weapon exists in this world in an unknown place! We must do our best to clean up the remnants of war! No. I must calm myself before the Sorcerer Supreme.'

"If I may request, if this man causes any danger to the Sanctum, allow me to purge him," Chris said as he clenched his fists tightly.

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As Christ said this, a woman dressed in a robe came and whispered something in the Ancient One's ears with haste. A messenger came to pass a report to the Ancient One.

When the Ancient One heard the news, a smile formed on her face as she told her student, "Chris, it appears the man you just asked to purge may want to join our sanctum. He must be a smart lad, so be sure to make friends."

Chris could not help but cough a couple of times, staring at the Ancient One with widened, hollow eyes.

Seeing how he was acting, the Ancient One touched her necklace one more, thinking, 'It's no longer about finding time, but rather making it. Now, let us find a way to make time together, Dimension Calamity.'

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Author Note:

(That's the end of Volume 2. Looking back, I have to thank you for the support and feedback. All of it has been helpful. To celebrate, I'm going to take a couple of days off and try to catch up on LOTM.)

Enjoy the future chapters; thanks again for the support.

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