Player 10,000 Year Later (Chainsaw Man / The Boys) Multiverse later

( total 1500 words , the rest will come next year thanks for reading i really need a break ) 

Strange, sensing the weight of her silence, asked pointedly, "Makima, are you going to stop me?"

Makima leaned back in her conjured chair, her smirk returning, this time tinged with something darker. "I'm not the type of person who likes to pick a fight when the result is me losing," she said plainly, her tone sharp yet calm.

Suddenly, a table crafted from mystic arts magic appeared between Makima and Strange, its intricate designs glowing faintly with arcane energy. Makima raised an eyebrow, her smirk not fading. "Is this your doing, Doctor?" she asked, her voice calm but curious.

Strange shook his head, his expression puzzled. "Nope, not me."

Before either could say more, O-Bengh stepped into view, carrying a tray laden with refreshments—tea and an assortment of other drinks. His serene expression carried a faint trace of amusement. "I just thought I'd join the conversation between two people with such contrasting ideals. And, of course, I brought drinks."

Makima's smirk widened, her tone taking on a teasing edge. "More like you're lonely and just a little happy that this library is finally seeing more visitors. I'd wager it's been a long time since anyone wandered in."

O-Bengh chuckled softly, setting the tray on the newly conjured table. "Perhaps. But I do enjoy the presence of intellectual minds. This place has been far too isolated for far too long."

Strange rolled his eyes but reached for a cup of tea, taking a small sip. "Well, at least you have excellent timing. We were on the verge of a tense moment until you stepped in with your ice-breaking style."

O-Bengh chuckled, his tone warm and lightly self-deprecating. "I may have been alone for a long time, but I like to think I've retained some of my social skills." His gaze shifted toward Makima, his expression thoughtful. "That said, the resigned Control Devil—you haven't shared your personal goal yet. Strange here has been quite forthcoming about his."

Makima's smirk deepened as she leaned back, crossing her legs. "Huhuhu, Sorcerer Armani for Doctor Strange, and me as the 'resigned Control Devil.' No wonder my husband insists on saying his name directly when he introduces himself. You do have a fondness for nicknames, don't you, O-Bengh?"

O-Bengh smiled serenely, nodding slightly. "I have my own style. It makes conversations a bit more lively, don't you think?"

Makima tilted her head, her smirk unwavering. "Lively, perhaps. Though it seems like a subtle way to keep things less formal—if not downright playful."

She continued, her tone measured but laced with a touch of pride. "My personal goal? It's simple: to accompany my husband for as long as it takes. My second objective, however, comes from some bald-headed peeper from a nexus reality—his little quest to save your universe, Doctor Strange. That one, however, is optional. After all, you're quite determined in your own mission, and I won't stop you... at least not right now."

Makima's smirk softened slightly as she added, "Besides, I've already received payment just for accepting this mission. And if I succeed, I'll get closer to catching up with my husband's strength. He's incredibly powerful and very unpredictable."

Strange raised an eyebrow, his tone thoughtful. "From what I can see, you have the potential to catch up with him. The way you've adapted to his Commandment—it's like you were born to wield it. You're... very talented."

O-Bengh interjected, his tone calm yet probing. "I need to interrupt for a moment to confirm something, Control Devil. Kang Woo's power right now—this isn't his full strength, is it? Is he weakened but regaining his power at an unusually fast rate?"

Makima glanced at O-Bengh, her smirk unwavering as she replied. "That's true. My husband, Kang Woo, is incredibly adept at manipulating everything he has. He hoards his enemies, twists their efforts into his own gain, and even creates entirely new powers from what he absorbs. But let me assure you, he won't hoard this place. He has his own goals, and this time, it's not about power. It's about something he lost."

Strange nodded, his tone casual. "Not clashing with my goal anyway, so no problem."

O-Bengh inclined his head, his serene expression unwavering. "Your words are enough, Control Devil."

Makima smirked, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing slightly. "You both place such trust in someone you've just met. That's probably this universe's unique trait."

Strange's gaze sharpened as he tilted his head, his tone carrying a hint of accusation. "Makima, are you trying to learn about my magic power? Prolonging your stories, allowing O-Bengh to intrude—it's all been very convenient for you. Buying time, weren't you?"

Makima chuckled softly, her smirk deepening with amusement. "What a shame. I've been found out . Anything else I should know about your degrees other than Ph.D , Doctor?"

Strange leaned back, his smirk matching hers. "I've also got an Mh.D. And, of course, the title of Sorcerer Supreme."

Makima's smirk widened as she teased, "Let me know if you earn a fourth degree. I'd find that amusing."

As she spoke, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The faint shimmer of a thin, dark cocoon enveloping the space became visible for a brief moment before Makima waved her hand dismissively, dissolving it entirely.

Strange's expression turned cautious, his tone even. "And? What were the results of your little scan or probe?"

Makima leaned back in her conjured chair, exhaling softly as she replied, "None. This was the first time I've attempted something like this, which is likely one reason it failed. The other? Your magic and mine are fundamentally different. It's like trying to learn a completely new language from the ground up."

Strange's gaze remained steady, his voice a mix of curiosity and respect. "At least you're honest about it now. But I'd recommend being cautious when experimenting with the unknown—it doesn't always play nice."

Makima leaned back in her conjured chair, her smirk unwavering. "Said the guy who almost killed himself by summoning something unplanned. If Kang Woo hadn't interfered, you'd probably be seeing Christine in the afterlife—which, ironically, is the easiest way to reach her."

O-Bengh chuckled softly, his tone light and teasing. "Sorcerer Armani, please don't destroy the library. At least, not while I'm still alive."

Doctor Strange rolled his eyes, creating a glowing portal with his signature circular gestures. The edges of the portal sparkled as he prepared to step through. "Noted. I learn from my mistakes. I succeeded in becoming a doctor, saved the world from Dormammu, and I'll succeed in breaking the Absolute Point in time."

Before he fully stepped through, Makima's voice cut through the room, calm yet piercing. "Before you leave, Doctor, I have a question. Let's say you succeed in saving Christine—perhaps even resurrecting her—but the universe is destroyed in the process. What will you do? Not as the Sorcerer Supreme or a doctor, but as Stephen Strange. What will you say to Christine—and to yourself—about the aftermath?"

Strange paused mid-step, glancing back at her with a faint smirk. " You and the Ancient One are both skilled at twisting words. It's like being schooled by her all over again. But I'll succeed. You're all overreacting about this idea that breaking an Absolute Point in time will destroy the universe."

He hesitated for a brief moment before adding, his smirk turning sharp, "And, Makima—the resigned Control Devil—how about you reach my current level first? Then we can talk as equals about the magic of this universe."

With that, Strange stepped into the portal, and it closed behind him, leaving Makima and O-Bengh alone in the quiet library.

Makima leaned back, her smirk softening into something contemplative. "Strange is right. I'd better understand this magic more."

O-Bengh poured himself a cup of tea, his expression calm as he watched her. "And here I thought you already had everything figured out."

Makima's smirk widened slightly, and she glanced at the Infinity Sling Ring on her finger, its embedded Reality and Time Stones gleaming faintly.

 O-Bengh's gaze lingered on it, his expression thoughtful. "Is that what Kang Woo usually does? Discard powerful artifacts or casually hand them out as trinkets to his wife?"

Makima chuckled, her tone light but carrying a hint of exasperation. "He calls it the Infinity Sling Ring. And yes, he has a habit of throwing around absurdly powerful things like they're nothing. Last time, he threw a Power Stone at a starship and made it crash land."

O-Bengh raised an eyebrow, letting out a soft chuckle. "It's no wonder you and he seem so out of place here. You're not just from another universe; you're likely from an entirely different multiverse. That's why it's so challenging for you to grasp mystic arts and dimensional magic—this multiverse operates on entirely different principles."

Makima's smirk shifted, a flicker of curiosity lighting up in her yellow-ringed eyes. "And what's your solution to that, O-Bengh?"

He set down his cup of tea with deliberate care, his expression serene but purposeful. "Come with me. There might be another way."