Unknownfate

Chapter 113

“So, I admit I didn’t expect Pepper to call me about some guests today, less so for my guest to be the queen herself.” Stark greeted as soon as he arrived, the nervous Pepper Potts stood by his side, not sure what to think at all.

“Well, I was in the neighbourhood, and figured I might as well pick up Mordred, lest she ends up causing you more problems than you can handle.”

“She seems to take joy in causing me problems, but she is just a kid; she can’t cause an...

Chapter 112

Arriving at Stark’s home should have been easy enough; I knew where it was — heck, I knew the special coordinates to open a spacetime gate into his home.

Now, I might not be headed to his home in Malibu, but instead to the Stark Tower he was building — or had built — just still working to get everything done.

So it really should have been just a small drive.

So why the fuck was I in this situation?

The first hint of trouble wasn’t a high-speed chase or...

Chapter 111

Inside, the house was simple but sturdy, clearly built with care and attention to the brutal conditions of the Outback. Thick stone walls kept the heat at bay, and wide windows let the golden light in without allowing it to burn.

The living space was sparsely decorated: a few shelves filled with worn books, a battered sofa that had seen better days, and an open kitchen where Gilgamesh moved with surprising domestic ease, brewing coffee like it was second nature.

I couldn’...

Chapter 110

This really wasn’t how I expected to be greeted once I arrived in Australia.

I mean, here I come, the queen, or rather the king of Albion, surely I should be greeted with honors upon arriving in a former member of the Commonwealth.

Or at least be greeted as I had in Idia, as just another tourist, one rich enough to skip the normal procedures. Because if there was one thing I had learned after becoming a ruler in this modern age, it was that money was big.

Like if yo...

Chapter 109

I decided to take a normal plane to India rather than teleporting us. And while it was a private plane, it was still a long trip. But it did allow me to get to know the two Eternals better.

And it gave Sprite the time she needed to fully convey her desire for my reward to Sersi. Having lived together for so long, Sersi was aware of it.

But it was highly likely that she didn’t fully understand it.

How could she?

Sprite wasn’t a child, despite her looks. She w...

Chapter 108

“I still can’t believe you are some kind of what-if version of Arthur, like, what if Arthur was a smoking hot babe. I mean, damn, that one thing can change that much?” Sprite said as I told them a bit more about the situation.

And I hardly blamed her, given she had been around on Earth for the last few thousand years, far longer than even I, she had likely thought that she had seen all there is to see.

And then I come along, telling them about entirely different timel...

Chapter 107

Sersi and Sprite could hardly believe their eyes when they entered the city of Camelot; it was truly an unbelievable sight. And they had seen a lot.

Yet no place on Earth could compare with this place.

It was a strange fusion of theme park charm and real city life. Home to hundreds of thousands, Camelot buzzed with the vibrancy of a metropolis reborn. The streets teemed with merchants hawking food and handcrafted wares beside towering walls and towers, it had the look of an...

Chapter 106

Mordred once called me a paper king.

She said it with a grin, of course—mischievous, proud, mocking. Tossed the words over her shoulder like it was some grand joke.

I had smiled at the time, too. But now, with the sun low in the sky and a stack of unsigned decrees taller than a longsword, I found myself wondering if she’d been more right than she realized.

No battles. No blades. No galloping steeds or clashing armies. Just parchment, ink, and the endless ...

Chapter 105

“What do you mean it’s impossible!?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice as I was once more given bad news.

Before the throne, the royal adviser of technology cowered. “Please, forgive me your majesty, but… it can’t be done, that element, it can’t be made, it is simply impossible.”

The Alter part of me screamed to just blast this fool into dust, but the rest of me held that impulse back. “Tony Stark did it alone, within three weeks of knowing the element'...

Chapter 104

The alarms went off at 6:07 AM.

Red lights flared in the security hallways. Upstairs, students scrambled out of their dorms in confusion. Logan was already halfway to the hangar bay with claws extended, while Cyclops and Storm coordinated a lockdown from the main control room.

A sleek jet unlike any in SHIELD or the U.S. Air Force hovered above the front lawn, humming low with magnetic repulsion fields. Its underside glowed like the core of a star—controlled, powerful, an...

Chapter 103

Madame Gao had to admit that these people were causing her some real trouble. The warehouse raid was one thing; she lost a lot of manpower that day, not to mention a lot of product was lost.

Still, it wasn’t too bad, at most a minor setback.

Even the raid on her shipment while under transport was just annoying, not enough to truly damage her standing. Sure, some rivals might think her weak, vulnerable, but she would show them the truth if it came down to it.

She was...

Chapter 102

“No, no, no, no.” Matt quickly stopped them before they got out, and like herding cats, forced them back onto the couch.

“We can’t just storm in. We don’t know anything about the building. Though I’m sure JARVIS included full satellite schematics, ownership history, power usage data—hell, he probably even color-coded the floor plans like last time. All of which is useless to me because, if you didn’t notice, I can’t see.”

Mordred looked unimpres...

Chapter 101

The elevator hummed down.

When it stopped, the door creaked open onto a dimly lit underground chamber. Heavy machinery thudded and groaned below, and the air smelled of oil, rust… and death.

“Holy hell,” Jessica whispered.

The basement stretched wide—half-medical facility, half-construction site. Tables. Freezers. Digging equipment. The ground was cracked open, revealing tunnels being carved through concrete. It looked like they were digging deeper—far deepe...

Chapter 100

The sun had dipped low outside, casting warm shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The trio sat around the cluttered kitchen table, surrounded by takeout boxes, protein bar wrappers, and at least two half-drunk energy drinks.

On the table sat Stark’s tablet—now active—projecting a clean holographic layout of files, maps, and images above the chaos of food wrappers.

Jessica leaned on one elbow, the light from the screen flickering across her face.

“So�...

Chapter 99

The arena was carnage.

Flipped trucks. Blown engines. Torn dirt ramps. A crowd in complete upheaval.

Mordred stood on the hood of what used to be a monster truck—now a smoking, twitching scrap pile with a flame still licking out from underneath. She raised her arms like a champion gladiator.

“WHO’S NEXT!?” she shouted, grinning like a lunatic. “YOU WANNA RIDE? I AM THE DERBY!”

Someone running down from the stands threw a beer ca...

Chapter 98

A few days had passed since Arthuria left.

The apartment Tony had provided was nothing short of absurd. Hidden behind an unassuming brick facade in Hell’s Kitchen, it opened into a sleek, two-story penthouse that looked like it belonged in a magazine: marble floors, glass walls, a view of the skyline, and tech embedded in every surface.

Of course, all of that was buried now beneath half-crushed pizza boxes, Chinese takeout cartons, instant noodle cups, and what may have o...

Chapter 97

I had no real reason not to inform Stark about my reasons for sniffing around in Hell’s Kitchen. However, I did keep a little bit hidden.

“So… there is a group of immortal ancient magic ninjas around in New York, who are doing unspeakable evils?” He clearly struggled to believe it.

“You took to the idea of magic, gods, and all that easily enough, but you stop at immortal ninjas?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Well. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I believ...

Chapter 96

The next morning, we didn’t stick around for long. Kilgrave’s body had been found, so we needed to leave before anyone connected that with us.

“Alright, Mordred, remember to behave yourself this time.” I warned him one last time as I started fiddling with the TemPad.

Mordred groaned. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

I gave her a look. “You started smashing up his wine and all his toys.”

“Details,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Besides, h...

Chapter 95

The room still smelled faintly of blood.

I had gotten rid of most of it with a bit of magic, but I didn’t know any real cleaning magic, and Kilgrave’s blood had really seeped into the carpet.

His body, too, had been unceremoniously disposed of, thrown out the window. It would cause some chaos for sure, but I didn’t plan to stick around for long.

Mordred and I sat on my bed, with Jessica sitting on Mordred’s as she told her story.

Her voice was low. Hoars...

Chapter 94

Mordred’s boots scraped against the floor as she shifted her stance, arms still folded. “You really don’t get it.”

Kilgrave raised an eyebrow. “Don’t get what?”

The grin on her face was not the kind you gave to someone you respected. It was the kind wolves gave before they bit. “You think you know me, but the truth is, you know nothing.”

Kilgrave paused, then laughed. “Well, that’s only normal, isn’t it? You meet someone, and then you get to kn...

Chapter 93

I couldn’t help but be slightly confused, as this man apparently made himself right at home. I mean, he was hardly welcome, having been forced to have his companion push the door open.

Yet given that he was here because he believed us to be enhanced, and that the woman seemed enhanced as well, it was likely that he was some wanna be hero or villain.

Still, I hardly worried, no two-bit villain or hero could threaten either of us. “Fine, come on inside and talk, clearly y...

Chapter 92

New York was the city that never sleeps. Even now, as the sun set, the city was a hive of life and activity. Here, in the seedy underbelly, far from the hotel Mordred and I stayed in, it was particularly active.

Matt Murduck had done as I asked and helped the poor people who had been imprisoned in that cursed factory. I could have healed them all, it would have been easy, but I didn’t.

There was a world of difference between a hundred blinded dying people being rescued an...

Chapter 91

Matt groaned as his entire body hurt after that very short but very brutal fight. He wasn’t a stranger to getting beaten up, but after all his training, it was rare he got knocked around this badly.

He couldn’t help but think back to the chain of events that led to this painful situation.

It all started that morning. He heard about a series of gristly discoveries around Hell’s Kitchen, bodies, broken and beaten. Someone had spent the night going around killing every l...

Chapter 90

(got another chapter coming later, just need to edit)

We became something of a legend that night.

Not the sort born from prophecy or thrones, but the kind whispered by terrified lowlifes on the street. “There’s a girl in red,” they’d say. “Jumps down from the roof like a hammer from the sky.” “She laughs when she hits you.”

Mordred called it fun. I called it justice.

We moved from rooftop to rooftop, dropping in on drug deals, muggings, gang disputes, a...

Chapter 89

The United States of America, the USA. It is without a doubt a cursed land. Honestly, I don’t think there is a more cursed place on earth.

No other place seemed to have as much misfortune gathered, no place as many super villains or their plans.

After all, how many of the alien invasions, both past and future, would involve the USA? How many heroes wouldn’t come from here? Born from a need due to the number of bad guys running wild?

Even a small-scale hero like Sp...

Chapter 88

“Scan complete,” the A.I. announced. “Foreign metal fragments: none detected. Palladium toxicity: zero. Vital signs… optimal. Congratulations, sir. You are, by all medical and mechanical measurements, healthy.”

Tony let out a sound. It wasn’t a laugh, not exactly—more of a choked exhale, somewhere between disbelief and quiet relief. He reached up and touched his chest again, fingertips brushing over the housing of the reactor.

“I don’t… I don’t feel an...

Chapter 87

I didn’t flinch at his sarcasm.

“I’m afraid I have little to do with the afterlife, so I can’t offer such a thing… In fact, I doubt there is much of one, at most I could offer to ensure the lords of hell don’t get your soul,” I replied with a smile.

“Wait? Lords of hell? Like… hell is real?” He asked now once more, totally serious.

“It's another of those dimensions we discussed, one that has traits like suffering, dread, fear, and similar qualiti...

Chapter 86

After making sure Stark was watching closely, I held the shard in my palm and called upon my dragon heart, the dragon core of the red dragon. And let my mana flow.

I had no real need for my magical circuits since I had so much mana to call upon, and while my magecraft skills were pretty much nil, there was one type I did know. Wishcraft which i learned from the Holy grail, which was made for its use.

“This is magecraft,” I said softly, “the act of applying internal ma...

Chapter 85

“My name,” I said clearly, my voice cutting through the air like a drawn blade, “is Arthuria Pendragon. King of Camelot. Ruler of Albion.”

Tony Stark didn’t blink—he stared.

I continued, letting the gravity settle.

“The world knows me as King Arthur, yes. Returned from the mists of history, magic, and war to reclaim my crown. What they don’t know... is that Arthur is a woman.”

Tony’s drink made it halfway to his mouth before he froze...

Chapter 84

The walls were steel and silence. Monitors flickered in a dimly lit room, casting pale glows on the faces of those seated around the black glass table.

A man in a lab coat adjusted his gloves as he stood beside a projected hologram—a grainy still of a beautiful blond woman at the blackjack table, her expression unreadable, her eyes glowing faintly in the filter.

“She’s gone,” he said without preamble. “Off the grid. No customs records, no private flights. One mome...