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Magical Marvel: The Rise of Arthur Hayes : Ch. 50
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 20:44:51 +0000 UTCChapter 50: Cosmic Awakening
Time rewound a few minutes, back to the space laboratory orbiting high above Earth.
Yon-Rogg's boots clicked an anxious rhythm against the metal floor as he paced around the containment chamber. His eyes remained fixed on Vers, who floated motionless in the interface with the Supreme Intelligence. Several minutes had stretched into an eternity—far longer than any normal session—and dread coiled tighter in his gut with each passing second.
The faint glow beneath her skin had started as a subtle shimmer but now pulsed like a heartbeat of pure energy.
"What's happening to her?" one of the Kree soldiers asked, his fingers twitching on his weapon settings.
"No need to worry," Yon-Rogg replied automatically, though his voice rang hollow even to his own ears. "The Supreme Intelligence will handle this."
But the glow only intensified. Power fluctuated wildly throughout the chamber—lights strobing in chaotic patterns, control panels erupting in showers of sparks, the very air crackling with barely contained energy.
Then, without warning, absolute darkness swallowed them whole.
Emergency lights flickered to life a heartbeat later, revealing the impossible. Vers floated several inches above the containment chair, her entire body radiating blinding cosmic fire. The metal restraints had simply ceased to exist, reduced to atoms.
Carol Danvers was awake. And she burned with the power of a star.
A tsunami of golden-blue energy exploded outward in all directions. The blast hurled Yon-Rogg and his Starforce team against walls and equipment like leaves in a hurricane, their bodies crumpling from the sheer force.
One thought blazed through Carol's mind: Earth was under attack. The Supreme Intelligence had unwittingly revealed Ronan's invasion plan during their mental battle.
She rocketed through the station's twisted corridors, leaving trails of light in her wake. As she rounded a corner, a familiar scene stopped her cold—Maria and Fury pinned down behind overturned equipment, trading desperate shots with Minn-Erva and her Kree squad. Talos's family huddled in a recessed doorway while Talos and other Skrulls fought alongside Fury.
"Get down!" Carol's voice boomed with newfound power.
Her friends dropped instantly, no questions asked. Carol unleashed a controlled blast that swept Minn-Erva and her soldiers off their feet, sending them crashing against distant walls.
Maria stared up at her glowing form, mouth hanging open. "Carol? Is that really you?"
"In the flesh," Carol grinned, her confidence blazing as bright as her aura. "And then some."
Fury's good eye widened to an almost comical degree. "You know you're glowing, right?"
"I'll explain later." Carol yanked them to their feet. "First, you all need to get the hell out of here. The quadjet can get you back to Earth. Talos, take your people with them."
"What about you?" Maria's voice cracked with worry.
Carol's jaw set with determination. "I've got to stop an alien fleet before it turns our planet to glass."
"By yourself?" Maria grabbed her arm, then quickly let go from the heat.
Carol's head snapped around. "Wait—where's Merlin?"
Fury and Maria exchanged puzzled looks.
"He freed us from captivity," Fury explained quickly. "Said he was looking for you, then disappeared. That blue Kree lady was asking about him too—and she was pissed."
Carol's mind raced, but there was no time. "We need to move. Now."
She escorted them to the docking bay. As the quadjet's engines roared to life and carried her friends to safety, Carol stood at the platform's edge, staring into the infinite black.
She closed her eyes, centering herself. When they opened again, they blazed with orange-gold fire. Her binary form ignited fully.
Carol shot forward like a comet, leaving the station behind in a streak of light. Her trajectory took her directly toward Earth, toward Ronan's fleet, toward the battle she knew awaited her.
But as she approached Earth's outer atmosphere, an unexpected sight made her slow her approach.
Blue portals—dozens of them—had opened in the space between Earth and Ronan's fleet. She watched in disbelief as missiles disappeared into these shimmering gateways, only to emerge from corresponding portals aimed back at the Kree ships.
"What in the world...?" Carol murmured.
She scanned the area, searching for the source of this impossible phenomenon. Finally, she spotted him—a lone figure in a matte-black Kree suit, floating in the upper atmosphere, arms extended. In his hands glowed a familiar blue cube—the Tesseract.
Even through the suit's mask, Carol somehow knew it was Merlin. No one else could have orchestrated such a defense.
As she watched, the last of the missiles disappeared into a newly formed portal, emerging directly in front of Ronan's flagship. The impact sent the massive vessel listing to one side, emergency systems visibly activating across its hull.
She was about to fly to him when disaster struck. The figure in black suddenly went limp, his body beginning to freefall toward Earth. Worse still, blue energy from the Tesseract appeared to be consuming him, his entire form beginning to glow with the same dangerous light as the cube.
"No!" Carol shouted, accelerating instantly.
She streaked through the atmosphere, breaking the sound barrier. The figure fell faster and faster, his body now completely enveloped in pulsating blue light that threatened to tear him apart.
Carol pushed herself harder, faster—her hand outstretched, desperately trying to close the gap.
Her fingers closed around his arm just before he would have struck the ground. The momentum nearly pulled her down with him, but she compensated with a burst of energy, arresting their fall.
The Tesseract was still clutched in his rigid fingers, its energy flowing unchecked into his body. Carol immediately recognized the danger. Carefully lowering them both to the ground, Carol pried the Tesseract from his grasp and set it aside on the ground. Then she placed her hands on his chest and began to draw the excess energy of the tesseract into herself.
Blue light flowed from his body into hers, the cosmic radiation finding a more compatible host in her enhanced physiology. Gradually, the blue glow faded from his body.
She gently set him down on the grass. For a moment, she feared she'd arrived too late, but then his chest rose with a shallow breath.
After several tense moments, his eyes fluttered open.
"Am I dead?" Arthur croaked, voice barely audible.
"No, you're not," Carol replied. "But you almost were. Thankfully I reached you in time to catch you."
"Thanks," he managed. "I thought I was a goner."
With obvious effort, he reached up and deactivated the helmet of his Kree suit. He needed to breathe fresh air.
The nanites retracted, revealing his face—and Carol blinked in surprise.
This wasn't the same man she'd met in California. The face was younger, the features different. He looked like a teenager, not the thirty-something British man she'd confronted outside the Blockbuster.
"Why has your face changed?" she demanded. "Were you disguised the whole time?"
Arthur grimaced, looking confused. Then understanding dawned in his eyes.
"My magic..." he whispered. "It's completely drained. I guess the disguise can’t hold."
"So you were lying to me from the beginning?" Carol felt a flash of anger cut through her concern.
"Same reason as disguising my name," Arthur explained weakly. "Don't want government agencies to disturb my life."
"But I feel cheated."
"Sorry," Arthur said, genuinely apologetic. "Nothing personal. Just... habit. Taking precautions."
Carol wanted to be angry longer, but she looked at his injured form and felt her irritation fade.
"I forgive you," she said finally. "Least I can do for you saving the planet. However, I think we're due for a proper introduction." She smiled. "Carol Danvers. Former US Air Force test pilot. Now a glowing superwoman."
Arthur reached for her hand but didn't have the strength to pull himself up.
"Arthur Hayes," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wizard. Currently regretting every life choice that led to this moment."
"You're younger than I thought," she observed. "How old are you actually?"
Arthur winced. "Eighteen. Though right now I feel about ninety."
Carol's eyebrows shot up. "Eighteen? And here I used to feel accomplished for being the youngest female test pilot in my unit." She shook her head. "Eighteen years old and you just held off an alien armada alone."
"I really didn't want that on my resume," Arthur replied weakly, "but someone didn't listen to me and get the inhibitor off before getting captured. Forced me to swoop in and play the hero."
"Sorry..." Carol began, but before she could continue, a shadow fell across them.
She looked up to see Ronan's warships repositioning in the sky above. The Accuser had regrouped, and knowing that Arthur was down, they were preparing a second wave of attacks.
"Looks like the aliens want more beating," Arthur said, his voice strained. "All yours, Carol."
She nodded, rising to her feet. "Leave it to me."
Energy surged through Carol's body once more, igniting her from within. She launched skyward, a reverse meteor streaking toward the enemy.
Missiles rained down. Carol intercepted them casually, punching through their shells and detonating them miles above.
But defense wasn't enough. She rocketed into space itself, charging the warships head-on. Fighter squadrons swarmed to stop her. Carol tore through them like tissue paper, her photon blasts and invulnerable body making short work of their numbers.
She targeted the damaged support ships first. One exploded spectacularly as she punched straight through its core. The second suffered the same fate moments later.
Finally, she positioned herself before Ronan's flagship, arms crossed, radiating such intense energy that she outshone the sun itself to observers below.
—
Inside the Dark Aster, Ronan the Accuser white-knuckled his war hammer.
"What is she?" he snarled at the viewscreen.
"Unknown, Accuser," his tactical officer stammered. "Our weapons are useless. Two ships destroyed in seconds."
Ronan's jaw clenched so hard it creaked. "Retreat. Set course for Hala." The words tasted like ash. He silently vowed revenge.
The Dark Aster's engines flared. The massive warship turned tail, its remaining support vessel limping behind.
—
As the fleet fled, Carol spotted movement below—three Kree fighters screaming toward Arthur's position. Whether for revenge or the Tesseract, she didn't care.
Arthur couldn't defend himself at the moment.
Yon-Rogg opened fire as she approached. Carol weaved through his shots effortlessly, then vaporized his wingmen with casual energy blasts.
Finding himself alone, Yon-Rogg tried to run. Carol pursued at matching speed, playing with him like a cat with a mouse. Finally, she cut across his path, forcing a violent evasive maneuver that sent his fighter spinning out of control.
He crash-landed near Arthur's location. Carol touched down yards from the smoking wreckage.
Yon-Rogg crawled out, his golden armor cracked and dented. Blue blood trickled from a gash on his forehead as he stumbled to his feet.
With deliberate slowness, he holstered his weapon and raised his hands. "Turn off the light show," he challenged, trying to sound confident despite his obvious fear. "Prove you can beat me without—"
Carol had zero patience left. A casual photon blast caught him square in the chest, hurling him backward into a boulder with enough force to crack the stone.
She strode over and grabbed his collar, dragging the groaning Kree toward his damaged escape pod. After dumping him unceremoniously in the pilot's seat, she punched coordinates into the navigation system.
"I can't go back empty-handed," Yon-Rogg wheezed, clutching his ribs. "The Supreme Intelligence will—"
"You won't be empty-handed," Carol interrupted coldly. "I'm sending you back with a message. Tell the Supreme Intelligence that I'm coming to end it. The war. The lies. All of it."
Without waiting for a response, she slammed the hatch shut and placed her palm against the hull. A concentrated photon blast supercharged the pod's engines, launching it skyward in a streak of light that quickly vanished among the stars.
Carol watched until it disappeared, then turned and flew back toward Arthur. The immediate danger had passed. Now they needed to regroup, recover, and figure out the next move.
Comments
NovelReader
For that you mostly need to have capable grandmaster level sorcerers/sorceresses just below the sorcerer supreme in terms of power level. Because what good are places of power if you cannot fully tap into the "ley lines", aka the power within?
Ouraga_n
After rewatching Doctor Strange 1, the world could, in theory, have been protected by the three sanctums built by Agammoto to protect Earth. These places are places of power (Hong Kong, New York, and London).
NovelReader
Need more chapters, this fiction is excellent!!👑
