Mysteries On Marvel

After playing with Little Oddball for a while, Eren mustered the strength to stand, intending to grab a few bottles of nutrient fluid from the fridge to replenish his depleted body.

These nutrient fluids weren't homemade; Eren had spent a small fortune purchasing them from specialized suppliers.

With no lab of his own yet, crafting his own was out of the question. The store-bought alternatives weren't exceptional but were easy to digest and served as a supplementary source of nutrition.

However, just as he stood up, his legs wobbled. Losing his balance, Eren tumbled back into the chair, landing hard on his tailbone.

"Damn it..." He winced in pain, rubbing his lower back.

Sensing his struggle, Little Oddball emitted a faint crimson glow.

The kitchen wall rippled like water, and the refrigerator smoothly slid out of its alcove, floating toward Eren as if carried on an invisible tide.

"Huh?"

Eren blinked in surprise. "It can do that too? That's... convenient."

Still marveling, he opened the fridge, retrieved a large bottle of nutrient fluid, and unscrewed the cap. Tilting it back, he gulped down the green liquid.

As the fluid settled in his stomach, a comforting warmth spread through his body, seeping into his cells. It was as though every cell in his body, starved and ravenous, pounced on the nutrients with feral hunger.

Despite the relief, an insatiable hunger clawed at his core, intensifying with each passing moment.

A faint, ethereal whisper brushed against his ears, a voice murmuring fragmented phrases:

"Corruption… barrier… descent… death… ascension…"

The whispers carried an almost magnetic allure, pulling at his spirit, coaxing him toward a dark abyss.

Without realizing it, small, pale nodules began sprouting on the back of Eren's neck, spreading ominously toward his face at a visible rate.

But just as the malign growths crept closer to his features, a spark of clarity flared in Eren's eyes.

"Shut up!" he snapped, his voice firm and laced with irritation. "I'm starving, not falling! If you've got the guts, hand me some food instead of playing these tricks!"

The sudden surge of self-awareness broke the spell. The pale nodules receded, melting back into his skin as if they'd never been there.

Eren's face darkened as he cracked open another bottle of nutrient fluid, pouring it down his throat to quell the gnawing hunger.

The experience unsettled him. He hadn't expected to encounter whispers of madness and corruption so early in his journey through the Divination Pathway.

It was a stark reminder of the dangerous dance between enlightenment and insanity in this mystical system.

The higher one climbed in the hierarchy of pathways, the closer they edged to the precipice of madness and corruption.

Though prepared for this eventuality, Eren hadn't anticipated facing such challenges while still at the Seer stage.

This is ridiculous, he thought grimly, his resolve hardening. He needed to accelerate plans to set up his laboratory. Without a controlled environment to anchor himself, it was impossible to proceed with peace of mind.

After downing bottle after bottle of nutrient fluid, Eren finally felt his hunger subside.

He retreated to the guest room, stretched out on the bed, and quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

In this restorative state, his body rapidly metabolized the nutrients, mending the strain on his cells.

As he slept, the room seemed to come alive. Lights dimmed on their own, and a blanket gently settled over him, pulled snugly by an unseen force.

From somewhere within the house, Little Oddball's awareness stirred. Like a silent guardian, it watched over Eren, its presence a deterrent to any would-be intruders.

That night, under Little Oddball's watchful eye, Eren slept more soundly than he had in days.

By the time he awoke the next morning, pale sunlight was just beginning to creep through the windows.

Though his complexion was still a bit pale, the gnawing hunger that had plagued him was mostly gone.

"Finally," Eren murmured, stretching. "I feel... human again."

He grabbed another bottle of nutrient fluid, drained it, and glanced at the clock. Realizing he had time before school, he decided to take a jog through the park.

Before stepping out, Eren performed a quick divination for the day.

From his deck of Tarot cards, he drew The Wheel of Fortune – Upright.

A good omen, indicating the arrival of fortune and favorable opportunities.

His spirits lifted, Eren donned his workout gear, patted Little Oddball affectionately, and instructed it to guard the house.

Jogging through the streets, he noticed a marked change in how people interacted with him. Fewer greetings, more hesitant glances—some even avoided his eyes entirely.

"Guess last night's police presence left quite the impression," he mused, smirking to himself.

When Eren reached the park, Natasha Romanoff was conspicuously absent.

Looks like SHIELD has pulled her off the case, he thought. Can't blame them—she's already been exposed.

Returning home from his jog, Eren spotted two unexpected figures waiting by his front door.

(End of Chapter)

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