Chapter 38: Ascension

The vast expanse of the spotted dimension shimmered before me, as if every inch of this black, glitching space was alive with potential. The Heart of the Galaxy floated just ahead, a pulsing, crystalline sphere of cosmic energy. It called to me, like a distant whisper vibrating through the fabric of reality. My body, though unstable, surged with the power I had absorbed, but this, this was the final piece.

My form, pitch black, crackling with white glitching lines, was disintegrating and reforming with each second, yet I no longer feared the instability. I had become one with the spotted dimension, a master of its chaos, and now I would bind this power to my will.

As I reached out, my hand brushing against the surface of the Heart, a surge of pure, unfiltered agony tore through me. Every nerve in my body screamed in protest, my glitching form fracturing and rebuilding faster than I could comprehend. The power of the Heart was overwhelming, vast beyond anything I had ever encountered. My body twisted, breaking apart, dissolving into nothingness, only to reform again with each passing second.

I clenched my jaw, focusing my mind to endure the excruciating pain. My vision blurred as the world around me melted into a blur of white-hot light and endless darkness. My black skin, once unstable, began to dissolve and reconstruct itself continuously, as if reality itself was fighting to tear me apart and rebuild me over and over. The white lines that coursed across my form crackled violently, glitching like broken data, but I held on, my mind refusing to let go.

This was the price of ultimate power, the price of becoming more than just a being tied to one reality. I was becoming something else entirely, a force that could not be bound by the limitations of any universe or timeline. But that process, it was agony, the kind that ripped through every fiber of my being. I could feel myself being torn apart and reassembled, as if the universe was unsure whether I should exist at all.

But I would not be undone.

I screamed, the sound echoing through the endless void as my body convulsed. My arms, my legs, even my very essence broke down, dissolved into a void of raw energy, only to reform with each second, stronger, more complete. The spotted dimension bent to my will, but it was the Heart of the Galaxy that would allow me to fully transcend. The pain intensified, white-hot bolts of energy ripping through my mind, my skin, everything.

Then, with a final, agonizing pulse, my body began to stabilize. The glitching stopped. The endless disintegration halted. And there, floating in the void, I was whole.

The white portals that once flickered erratically across my skin now flowed smoothly, calmly. My black form had taken on a new, serene stillness. The chaos of the spotted dimension had finally yielded to my control. I was no longer glitching, no longer bound by the instability of this place.

I stood, breathing in deeply, feeling the infinite power of the Heart coursing through me. My mind expanded, connecting with the multiverse itself, allowing me to see everything, every timeline, every reality that had ever been or ever would be. I had done it.

The spotted dimension itself seemed to calm. The once broken, chaotic landscape now shifted back to normal, a surreal, stable reflection of reality. The random portals that had plagued the battlefield disappeared, the cracks in space and time mended. Balance had been restored.

I flexed my fingers, watching as the portals danced along my skin. This new tranquility felt almost alien to me after the chaos that had defined my power for so long, but it was beautiful in its own way. There was no longer any need for struggle. I was beyond it now.

And now… I wanted to see.

With just a thought, I opened countless crystalline white portals around me, each one revealing a different reality, a different timeline.

The first world I glimpsed was one ruled by Rune King Thor. His immense form stood at the center of a cosmic storm, his eyes glowing with the knowledge of gods and runes that no mortal could comprehend. His power was absolute in this universe, and as he gazed across the cosmos, his eyes briefly flickered, he knew someone was watching.

But my gaze shifted to another world, where Superior Iron Man stood tall in a shimmering white suit of perfected technology. His smile was one of confidence and arrogance, as he addressed a city of worshippers, people who adored him not as a hero, but as a god.

A flicker of light caught my attention, and I saw Superior Spider-Man, a version of Peter Parker where Otto Octavius had taken over his body, swinging through a city where he enforced his brutal, authoritarian sense of justice. His intellect was unmatched, his control absolute, but his soul… twisted.

In another reality, Tony Stark had failed to snap the Infinity Gauntlet in time. I watched as Thanos crushed him, the universe falling to the Mad Titan's will. This world had become a dark, brutal dystopia, where life existed only at Thanos' whim.

My gaze continued, drifting through countless other worlds. One where an evil Doctor Strange had fallen into darkness, ruling his world with an iron fist of black magic. Another where Venom had consumed Earth, turning every hero into monstrous symbiote avatars. In one universe, the Civil War between the heroes had escalated into total destruction, with Iron Man and Captain America leading opposing factions into mutual annihilation.

I smiled, watching as the Council of Reeds, a gathering of countless versions of Reed Richards, debated the next move in their quest for ultimate knowledge. Each one from a different universe, yet all bound by the same intellect, the same ambition to solve the mysteries of existence.

A universe where Doctor Doom sat on a throne, his world completely under his control, his face cold and calculating as he ruled as a god.

A strange sight caught my attention: a young man in the Marvel universe wielding the Omnitrix, the alien device that allowed him to transform into beings of unimaginable power. He was a hero here, fighting off cosmic threats that even the Avengers couldn't handle.

And then… my gaze fell upon something familiar.

Through another portal, I saw another version of myself, another Spot, his body glitching similarly to how mine had been before the Heart. He was engaged in battle with a young Spider-Man, a version of Miles Morales. This was no ordinary fight. Miles was dodging and weaving, his spider-sense guiding him as he moved through the portals, trying to outmaneuver my other self.

It was captivating, watching this young hero fight with such determination. He wasn't just fighting for survival, he was fighting for his world, his universe, for the people he loved. It reminded me of something distant, something I had long since buried.

But that feeling faded as quickly as it came.

I had ascended. I was no longer bound by the rules of any one world or any one version of myself. I had become more than a mere entity tied to a single reality. I was the master of the spotted dimension, the overseer of the multiverse.

And now… I would decide what came next.

With a flick of my wrist, the portals closed, and I turned back toward the infinite realities before me.

The multiverse was vast, but it would soon know my name.

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End of the first Arc: The birth of the spotted monarch.

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Me and my team will take a break to prepare for the next arc, so be prepared, as this is only the beginning...

...Of a Masterpiece...