Omniscience in Marvel

Title - Yggdrasil 2

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The room was bathed in a dim glow, its walls lined with countless screens, each displaying different facets of Yggdrasill's expansive world.

Lucas leaned back in a plush chair, his fingers idly drumming against the armrest as his eyes fixated on one of the larger screens. 

Beside him, Thena sat with her legs crossed, her eyes sharp and focused as she watched Carter's progress through the forest.

"She's doing well," Thena observed, her voice calm but tinged with a hint of pride. "Better than I expected, honestly."

Lucas nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I told you she had potential. The game's just the beginning. It's all about how she adapts."

Carter's figure moved through the dense and tall foliage of Yggdrasill's beginner forest with precision. It was as though she knew where she was.

Thena raised an eyebrow, impressed. "She's already figured out how to manipulate her surroundings. Not bad for someone who's never been in this kind of situation before."

"She's a quick learner," Lucas replied, his tone casual. "But the real test is coming up. Class selection is where the fun begins."

Thena's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, this should be good."

In Carter Status Screen, while others saw Quests alone, she saw Quests and Hints. These Hints were dropped by Lucas or Thena when they came to a conclusion. 

So while others saw:

[BEGINNER'S QUEST!]

[• Survive.]

She saw an extra

[• HINT*

[Kill as many Goblins as you can.]

And for the past 1 hour she'd been successful In only 23 kills while clinging onto her life. These Goblins were not only ugly, they also went mad when they saw a human. 

Fighting a bunch of armed and crazed human shaped beings, anyone not well equipped would find themselves in a dangerous position, so despite the cool energy she feels coursing through her whenever one Goblin dies at her hands, she remained at the edge of death. 

The energy acted as nothing more than just rejuvenating her…or so she thought. 

Currently though, the Status Board had just alerted them all of a Quest Clearance but she was still on her guard as she walked out of the forest. 

As if on cue, the screen flickered, and Carter's figure came to a stop in front of a massive gate that seemed to materialize out of thin air, and on it were descriptions of Classes. 

Carter's screen blinked as the class selection interface came up. On the screen, the words [Choose Your Class] were displayed prominently. The options were spread out in front of her.

Warrior

- Sword

- Spear

- Axe

- Hammer

- Dual Blades

Mage

- Fire

- Water

- Earth

- Air

- Lightning

- Light

- Dark

Assassin

- Dagger

- Shadowblade

- Poisoner

- Trapmaster

Archer

- Bow

- Crossbow

- Pistol

- Sniper

- Throwing Knives

Support

- Healer

- Crafter

- Alchemist

- Blacksmith

- Bard

Carter's finger hovered over the options as she hesitated, clearly unsure which path to take.

"Well, what do you think she should choose?" Lucas asked, glancing at Thena with a curious smile. "Warrior seems like the obvious choice, don't you think? She's got the physical strength for it."

Thena frowned slightly, tapping her chin in thought. "Warrior is certainly powerful, but it's also predictable. She'll be up against opponents who'll expect brute force. Maybe Mage would be better, she could keep her distance and control the battlefield with elemental magic."

Lucas chuckled. "Mage, huh? You know how I feel about magic users. They're either incredibly powerful or incredibly useless, depending on the situation. And besides, the learning curve is steep. One mistake, and she could fry herself."

Thena rolled her eyes. "Always so dramatic. Magic has versatility, Lucas. It's not just about throwing fireballs around. If she learns properly, she could become nearly unstoppable."

Lucas leaned forward, an amused glint in his eyes. "I should be the one telling you that. But what about Assassin? It's less direct but far more effective in the right hands. She could learn to strike from the shadows, take out her enemies before they even know what hit them."

Thena shook her head. "Assassin requires a certain mindset, one that's cold, calculating. I don't think that's Carter. She's got too much empathy, too much heart. Besides, I'd rather we not turn her into a killer."

Lucas nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Fair point. But Archer could be a good compromise. She'd have range, precision, and she wouldn't have to get too close to the danger. A sniper, perhaps? She could take down enemies from afar without risking herself."

Thena's gaze softened as she considered the idea. "That's a possibility. But Support could also be interesting. She could choose a subclass like Healer or Alchemist—she'd be vital to any team she joins. Plus, she wouldn't have to be on the front lines."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Support? Really? You want her to spend her time brewing potions and mending wounds? That's a bit too… passive, don't you think?"

"Not at all," Thena countered. "A good Support can turn the tide of any battle. An Alchemist could create powerful elixirs, a Blacksmith could forge incredible weapons, and a Healer could keep her allies alive. It's not about being passive, it's about strategy."

As they debated, Carter continued to ponder her options, unaware of the divine beings arguing over her fate. She scrolled through the Classes again, her eyes flicking between Warrior and Mage, then lingering on Support.

"Fine, fine," Lucas said, waving his hand dismissively. "We'll give her a hint. But just a small one. I don't want to make it too easy for her."

Thena smirked. "Agreed. Just a nudge in the right direction."

Lucas tapped a few buttons on his floating console, and a soft chime echoed in Carter's ears. On the screen, Carter's attention was suddenly drawn away from the warrior's path as a faint glow caught her eye.

Carter's brow furrowed as she noticed the glow. "Hmm, that's interesting…" she murmured to herself.

"See?" Lucas said, grinning. "Now she's leaning towards Mage or Archer. Either way, she's got a better chance of survival."

Thena nodded, though she couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt. "I just hope she's ready for the challenges ahead. This isn't just a game for her, after all."

Lucas's expression grew serious for a moment. "Don't worry, Thena. We'll guide her when it's necessary. But she has to make her own decisions. This is the prelude to a war that'll decide her love life. She'll be motivated. That's the only way she'll grow stronger."

Carter finally made her decision. Her finger hovered over the Mage option, but then she hesitated and moved to Archer instead. She selected the Sniper subclass.

The screen flashed, confirming her choice.

"Interesting," Lucas mused, watching as the Sniper icon appeared next to Carter's character. "She's chosen a path that requires patience and precision. Not what I expected, but it could work in her favor."

Thena smiled softly. "Sniper is a good choice. She'll learn to stay calm under pressure, to pick her shots carefully. It's a path that requires discipline, something that will serve her well in the long run."

Lucas nodded in agreement. "She's got potential. Let's see how she handles herself in the upcoming battles."

…

The seconds quickly turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months and soon enough, a year had passed.

To immortal existences such as Lucas and Thena, a year was nothing special. Time had lost all meaning to them, however, this particular year was anything, if not meaningful and intriguing. 

To have watched Peggy go from a weak human into what was nigh Godlike was one of their most thrilling experiences. 

When Peggy Carter stepped out of Yggdrasill after what was a decade within its virtual world, Lucas and Thena who was under an invisibility spell could immediately tell that she had changed. 

The once-determined and sharp-eyed woman, who had entered the game with the goal to keep herself alive till the day she sees her man, now exuded an aura of calm authority and quiet intensity. 

Gone was the subtle uncertainty that had shadowed her in the beginning. Now, her every movement was precise, every glance carrying the weight of hard-earned experience.

Her aura had shifted from that of a soldier still finding her footing in an unfamiliar landscape to that of a seasoned warrior, fully aware of her capabilities and limitations. 

There was a steely resolve in her eyes.

The game quests she had faced had turned her into something far greater, a woman who had not just survived but thrived in the brutal world of Yggdrasill, and in the process, had become someone who could command respect with just her presence.

The most influential of these trials had been the Holy Grail War - The special quest that only appeared to those who entered Yggdrasill with certain insignia, signifying their eligibility for this war.

For Peggy, this quest had become her crucible, testing her in ways she had never anticipated.

The Holy Grail War was no ordinary quest.

It was a battle of supremacy, where only the strongest, the most cunning, and the most determined could hope to claim victory. 

Unlike other quests, where alliances and cooperation could lead to mutual success, the Holy Grail War was a zero-sum game.

Participants fought not only against the dangers of the world itself but also against each other, all with the goal of obtaining the Holy Grail, a powerful artifact that could grant its wielder any one wish.

In Yggdrasill, advancement tests were held at critical levels: 25, 50, 75 and 99. These were not simple tests of skill or strength like during the Class Advancement Tests.

Instead, they were massive events, battle royales that pitted every eligible participant against one another. 

Peggy quickly realized after the first advancement that the test was a bloodbath. Out of over a thousand players that entered, each one with a desire to win the War.

There were men and women who wished to ask for riches and power.

There were men and women who wished for their loved ones to be returned.

There were men and women who were there for the thrill of it 

There were men and women who were there for their own personal reasons.

But as the test wore on, the numbers began to dwindle rapidly. By the end of the first round, only five hundred remained. 

It was a timed game of one hour so while some killed more and some killed less, there were also some that didn't kill at all and passed through their sheer survival skills. 

Those who advanced had not only fought hard but had learned to survive in an environment where trust was a rare commodity and betrayal was a constant threat.

The second advancement test, at level 50, was even more brutal. The participants, now whittled down to the most capable and ruthless, found themselves facing not only each other but the harshest challenges Yggdrasill could throw at them. 

By the time the test concluded, only a hundred remained, including Peggy. It was during this test that she truly began to understand the nature of the game. 

The Holy Grail War was not just a test of strength or magic but a psychological and strategic battlefield where only the most adaptable could survive.

The third and final advancement test, at level 75 and 99, was the most challenging of all. The remaining participants, now seasoned veterans of Yggdrasill's cruel world, had become masters of their respective crafts and held titles quite fitting. 

Peggy held the Saintly Sharpshooter after her Level 75 advancement test and Divine Sharpshooter as soon as she was determined to be the winner of the War and the only one to achieve Level 100. 

Peggy, who had chosen the Sniper subclass, had honed her skills to a razor's edge due to the subtle hints Lucas and Thena always gave to the point that she was capable of taking down enemies from incredible distances thought humanly impossible with pinpoint accuracy. 

But even so, the final test was a grueling ordeal. It was no longer just about survival, it was about Dominance. 

To have climbed all the way to the scene of the final quest taken at level 99, there was no way they thought of anything but winning. They all had the same thought on that stage.

To be the Final Winner.

…

Throughout these decade, Peggy had formed alliances and bonds with other participants. One of these was her Servant throughout the entire ordeal, Hala, a Battle Archangel who had initially been mad at Peggy for being the reason she was kidnapped and sealed in a digital cubicle from her private chambers.

Despite her curses at Leucadius, she gave up and decided to see how far Peggy, a modern woman, would reach. Soldier or not.

Hala had always held the thought that with the passage of time, the quality of humans deteriorated.

She could vividly remember that one time she was out on a casual stroll on earth having just used a secret spatial crack she used to visit Hela in Hel to return to heaven. 

She had stumbled upon a human who gave off the same aura as Leucadius and thought to see who it was Leucadius was messing with this time around only to feel a disgusting wave of remorse. 

It wasn't that the feeling of Remorse was disgusting to her, but the quality. It was as though the man would kill himself for having done something wrong. 

She felt the man was overly emotional and thought to lend him a listening ear only to be assaulted as soon as she came into view. 

The man kept spouting some useless things about her blessing him as they fought. 

It wasn't really a fight…more of a wrestle. 

Having left heaven secretly, she didn't dare to use her Holy Energy in the fight as that would alert Heaven's System. Hence she had to fight him with her body as it was.

It was during that wrestle that she came to grow a new found respect for Humans. 

She'd been a victim of Leucadius' "Even the humans are stronger than you." taunt and although she didn't bother to find out, she didn't take him seriously. 

There was simply no way Humans were all that. She was once a human and could tell. 

The wrestle didn't take long though. When she saw that it was getting out of hand, she hit his hip bone, dislocating it and effectively paralyzing the man. 

Hala couldn't quite remember the man's name, Leucadius went and changed it for whatever reason, but she felt that maybe, with Peggy, she could see something new and interesting, and she wasn't disappointed.

Over time, as the two women spent their time together, they grew to respect each other. Their shared struggles in the game and war at large forged a bond that transcended their differences. 

Hala, despite her own misgivings about being trapped in this game, had, on repeated occasions, risked torture with pain to ensure Peggy's survival.

More than once, she had broken the seal on her powers, suffering severe backlash in the process, to save Peggy from certain death.

She knew how important the War was to Peggy and wanted to make sure she got it. To her, Peggy became more than just a friend, but a sister. Hala was basically with her at all times, so it was a given.

The game was one harsh, unforgiving environment. A kill-or-be-killed world where alliances were often fleeting, and betrayal could come from any corner. 

Yet, against all odds, Peggy had survived. More than that, she had thrived and won. 

Now, as she stood in the same familiar, yet unfamiliar room, she couldn't help but feel a little bit disconnected from reality upon returning to the real world.

Peggy could feel and remember everything she had experienced in the game.

"Hala." she called out almost instinctively but received nothing but silence in return. "Hala?"

"They won't respond." Lucas said as he stepped out of the shadows so as not to overly startle her.

And as expected, Peggy immediately went on her guard and jumped back with her eyes intensely focused on Lucas. At that moment, Lucas felt as though he was under the gaze of an invisible and terrifying predator. 

The feeling of being seen as a prey made Lucas smile playfully and raised his hands in surrender. "Hey. It's just me."

"L-Lucas?"

"The one and only." Lucas said and put his hands down. "Come. We have a lot to discuss."