The Fallen Gamer

chapter 317

Chapter 317:

– Layla –

I turned off the shower with a satisfied sigh, the warm water having done wonders to wash away the day’s exhaustion—not that I had much to complain about. Today was a very good day. I’d spent quality time with my children, which was always the highlight of my week, and then Rias and Sona both decided to “attack” me in ways that still had me grinning like an idiot a few hours later.

Honestly, Sona had surprised me. After dinner, she’d pulled me aside, all proper and composed… until she wasn’t. I always thought of her as the most reserved and buttoned-up of my girls, the one who would never do anything remotely improper. But then she’d kissed me—or, well, “pounced” is probably the better word—and dragged me into the bathroom where we didn’t leave for almost a half hour.

A devil’s still a devil, I guess.

Wrapping a towel around my hair, I stepped out of the bathroom without bothering to put anything else on. Why bother? It was my room, after all. 

Sona was sitting on the edge of my bed, her posture perfect as usual, with a book in her hands. She looked up when she heard me, and her cheeks immediately flushed pink when she saw me standing there in all my naked glory.

I smirked, unable to resist. Sona was always so composed, so serious. Seeing her blush like that was beyond adorable. No wonder Serafall loved teasing her so much.

“Something wrong, Sona?” I teased, sauntering over.

“N-No,” she stammered, quickly burying her nose back in her book. But I caught the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she turned the page.

I chuckled softly. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered, you know that? It makes me want to eat you up again.”

Sona’s blush deepened, and she huffed, clearly trying to regain her composure. “I am not flustered,” she said, her voice a touch too defensive.

“Sure you’re not,” I said, sitting down next to her on the bed. “I’m just saying, if you ever wanted to try being more relaxed like your sister, you’d have a lot of fun.”

Sona rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’m fine the way I am, thank you very much.”

I flopped backwards, glancing up at the ceiling. “You know, once Serafall and the other Maous finish getting the devils settled on Svartalfheim—or the ‘New Underworld,’ as they’ve decided to call it—we’re all going to have to spend some "quality time" together. ” I wiggled my brows.

“That sounds… nice,” Sona admitted with a blush.@@novelbin@@

Our topic then drifted to the Devil's new home world in our Universe. They seemed to really like the new planet they were gifted.

“I hear the devils love it there,” she said. “The constant bad weather, the lack of sunlight… They all consider it to be a paradise, apparently...”

“Who would have thought? A shithole to everyone else, a paradise to them,” I said with a grin. 

Sona and I just sat there on the bed, teasing each other and enjoying the quiet moment. Then, like a slap to the senses, the air in the room shifted. 

Something was wrong. I sat up, all my senses on high alert as I glanced around.

“What is it?” Sona asked, immediately catching on to my change in demeanor.

[I sense it too]

The System voiced in my head, and that just confirmed that this wasn’t a bad feeling.

[Something weird is coming...]

From the far corner of my bedroom, a distortion rippled through the space. A doorway—a literal square doorway—materialized. 

Before I could even process my disbelief, a group of men and women in strange, futuristic military gear stormed out. They were armed to the teeth with weapons that looked straight out of some sci-fi movie.

“There she is!”

“Why is she naked!?”

“Who cares, let's get her!”

I bristled instantly. Not only had these idiots breached our private space, but they’d done it while I was fresh out of the shower and still naked!

The audacity!

Sona was on her feet in an instant. “Who are you, and what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice was practically ice cold.

The lead soldier stepped forward, although we couldn’t see his face under his weird looking helmet. “You are under arrest for violating the Sacred Timeline,” he announced, like he thought he had any authority here. “You will come with us immediately, and this entire timeline will be purged!”

I stood up slowly. “Purged?” I repeated, stepping toward him with a raised eyebrow. “You broke into my bedroom, while I was naked, and now you’re threatening to erase my timeline...?”

[It’s crazy that this might be the boldest your enemies have ever acted before.]

“If you’re resisting then you will be purged!” The soldier pulled out some kind of stun baton. Except it wasn’t just any baton—I could feel the spatial fluctuations it was giving off.

Interesting…

It wasn’t every day I came across a toy that could manipulate space. Still, nothing short of the Space Stone itself could dare to challenge my control over the space around me. My Orb of Anywhere buzzed inside my soul in indignation, almost offended that these fools even tried.

Before he could take another step towards me, every single one of their weapons sputtered out and disintegrated into nothing. 

The looks on their faces were absolutely priceless.

“Impossible!” one of them sputtered, staring at the remnants of his weapon.

“How?” another whispered, taking a cautious step back.

The leader’s jaw tightened as he gaped at me. “What the hell is this creature?”

“This creature…” I said as I waved my hand. Death’s dress flowed over my body. I strode forward. “...Is the one who’s going to kill you all for sneaking into my bedroom and peeping at me. But first…” I tilted my head, letting my smirk widen. “I’d like to know where you all came from.”

…As soon as the intruders realized their weapons were useless, they tried to put up a meager fight with their bare hands. It was pitiful. A soldier ran towards me with the speed and strength of a regular human. I simply held out my finger and flicked. His entire torso caved inwards and he was blasted backwards so hard that he cracked the stone walls when he hit them.

With a flick of her wrist, Sona summoned her demonic water magic, the air in the room turning heavy with moisture. Sharp tendrils of water lashed out, striking down the soldiers one by one. It was efficient, ruthless, and honestly, a little hot. 

By the time she was done, only one survivor remained. The leader. He was trembling on his knees and begging for his life. 

We needed answers, and he was going to give them to us—whether he liked it or not. 

I strode toward him in bare feet and crouched down so we were at eye level. He flinched when I reached out, but I didn’t stop until my hand was on his head. 

“Relax,” I said, my tone dripping with mock reassurance. “This will only hurt… a lot.”

Using the Rinnegan was second nature by now, but this particular technique always left a bad taste in my mouth. It wasn’t my favorite—far from it. But desperate times called for desperate measures. I channeled my power, feeling the resistance as his soul tried to cling to his body. It didn’t stand a chance. 

With a sharp tug, I ripped his soul free, the glowing, ghostly essence writhing in my grip. His body slumped to the floor, lifeless, as I delved into the memories now laid bare before me. Faces, places, fragments of conversation—it all rushed past me in a chaotic swirl, but I focused, sifting through the noise to find the answers we needed.

“Interesting,” I murmured, piecing together the puzzle. When I finally released his soul, it disintegrated into nothingness, leaving no trace of the man who had dared to invade my space.

Sona watched me silently, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. “Well?” she asked after a moment. 

I straightened, brushing imaginary dust off my hands. “They’re from an organization that monitors timelines. They call themselves the TVA. Apparently, I’ve been a very bad girl.”

Sona raised an eyebrow. “What else is new?”

Before I could add anything else, the air shifted again, this time more violently. I froze, my senses sharpening as I felt it—more doorways opening across the palace. The flickering distortions of space rang out like alarms in my mind.

“No,” I whispered. My blood ran cold when I realized where one of those doorways was opening. Right in the middle of my daughters’ bedroom.

“They fucking dare!” I roared, rage exploding in my chest. 

Without another word, I vanished in a blur of motion, smashing through my own doorway! The hall blurred around me as I darted toward their room, my only thought being to destroy every single one of those bastards before they even had a chance to breathe.

I arrived just in time, crashing through the door of my daughters’ bedroom with enough force to send splinters flying. 

My heart stopped for a moment at the sight in front of me. Hilga, Sia, and Lia were huddled together in the corner, each holding tiny lightspears, their faces set with determination as they tried to hold off the ten TVA agents slowly advancing toward them. The bastards were armed with those same space-powered batons.

I saw RED!

Everything after that was a blur. 

I vaguely remembered creating a shadow clone—my first priority was getting my daughters out of the room. The clone scooped them up and disappeared before the agents could react.

And then it was just me and them.

I didn’t hold back. I didn’t think. I let pure, unfiltered rage take over. My hands became weapons, tearing through them with a ferocity that would’ve made the Doom Slayer himself proud. Flesh, bone, armor—none of it mattered. All I could see was the red haze of my anger and the intruders’ horrified faces as I ripped them apart with my bare hands, one by one by one...

By the time I came back to myself, the room was unrecognizable. Almost every surface was painted red, the walls splattered with blood and gore. Pieces of what had once been the intruders littered the floor, and the air reeked of copper and death.

I stood there, breathing heavily, my fists clenched and trembling. My dress, skin, and hair were now soaked in blood.

[Woah! That was really graphic. Your kids are safe. Take a couple minutes to calm down, Host!]

…A few minutes later, Hela stormed into the room, her armor also stained with blood. Her sharp eyes scanned the mess before landing on me. 

My wings were still twitching erratically behind me as I used a couple of cleaning spells to get the blood out of my hair and off my dress.

“What in Hel is going on?” she demanded, her tone sharp but laced with concern. “Strange men have been invading the palace. They struck my soldiers with weapons that made them vanish on the spot!”

I glanced at her, my jaw tightening. “They tried attack our daughters,” I said coldly. “They didn’t survive long enough to regret it.”

Hela frowned.

I gave her a quick rundown of what I’d learned. “They’re called the TVA,” I explained, pacing as I spoke. “Some timeline-obsessed organization. Apparently, my timeline doesn’t fit into their mold, and these idiots thought they could waltz in here and dictate how things should be. Sacred timeline, my ass!”

Her lips curled into an angry sneer. “They dared to come here, to Asgard? Why!?”

I nodded, my voice laced with venom. “It was Loki who spilled the beans about us. He ran into these TVA agents himself. Not willingly, though. They tortured him—used some twisted methods to make him talk. But he didn’t tell them who exactly they were dealing with. At least there’s that…”

Hela’s eyes darkened, her hands clenching into fists. “They will regret this!”

“Oh, they already are,” I said, a grim vindictive smile spreading across my face. “And it’s only the beginning. But first, there's something we urgently have to deal with.”

– The Ancient One –

The Ancient One sat cross-legged in her private meditation room, the soothing scent of jasmine tea wafting through the air as she sipped from her favorite porcelain cup. 

Of course, peace was a fleeting thing in her line of work.

A purple portal swirled into existence a few feet away. She sighed, already knowing who was about to step through and what that meant for her day.

“If Layla’s dropping in unannounced, it can only mean trouble,” she muttered to herself, setting her tea down on the low table in front of her.

Sure enough, Layla stormed out of the portal. The expression on her face was angrier than the Ancient One had ever seen it. That was saying something.

“Layla,” the Ancient One greeted, her tone calm but weary. “What cosmic calamity have you brought me this time?”

“A time-traveling cult from another universe is attacking us and trying to blow up our entire timeline,” Layla said without preamble, her words coming out rapid-fire.

The Ancient One raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Of course they are,” she said dryly. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

Layla crossed her arms. “I’m serious. These assholes call themselves the TVA, and they think they can just waltz into our timeline and attack us! They’ve already attacked Asgard. My kids were in danger, Ancient One. My kids.” Her voice cracked slightly on the last words.

The Ancient One’s expression softened. She had known Layla long enough to understand that beneath all her bravado, the woman’s love for her family was the cornerstone of her being. 

…Threatening that was a mistake no one should have been foolish enough to make.

“I see,” the Ancient One said, rising gracefully from her seated position. 

The Ancient One followed Layla through the portal, emerging in the middle of an empty courtyard in Asgard. What caught her attention immediately was a strange device sitting in the center of the courtyard. It looked completely out of place among the ornate Asgardian architecture, a strange piece of technology she’d never seen in any of her future visions. “Hmm, what is that?” the Ancient One asked, narrowing her eyes as she studied the foreign object.

Layla grimaced, her wings twitching slightly. “It’s a bomb. Specifically designed to wipe out entire timelines.”

The Ancient One gaped at Layla in disbelief, her usually calm demeanor cracking for a moment. “Such a thing shouldn’t be possible.”

“Well, apparently it is,” Layla said. “And now it’s my problem.”

The Ancient One approached the device with caution. Unsealing the Eye of Agamotto, she summoned the Time Stone as she started to scan the bomb, searching for the mechanisms that made it tick. Her expression grew darker with each passing moment, her mind racing as she pieced together the horrifying reality. “What an abominable weapon,” she muttered, her voice low and tinged with anger.

Layla frowned. “What’s wrong?”

The Ancient One straightened, her gaze somber as she turned back to Layla. “This bomb… it feels like it was made with its own Time Stone

Layla’s jaw tightened. “Are you saying someone turned a Time Stone into a bomb?”

“Exactly that,” the Ancient One replied grimly. “The implications are… horrifying.”

“So, what do we do about it?”

The Ancient One let out a heavy sigh. “There’s only one way to fix this mess. I suppose this was bound to happen sooner or later.” Carefully, she fully unsealed the Eye of Agamotto, levitating the Time Stone until it hovered just above her palm. She turned to Layla. 

Without a word, she extended her hand, offering the stone to Layla.

Layla caught it easily, her bare hand closing around it. Layla stared at the stone in her hand, then back at the Ancient One. “You’re giving me the Time Stone? Just like that?”

The Ancient One sighed as she looked at Layla. “We both knew this was bound to happen sooner or later,” she said. “Just get on with absorbing the thing already so you can save our timeline.”

Layla smiled warmly. She gave the Ancient One a deep bow. “Thank you,” she said sincerely.

The Ancient One nodded, offering her a small bow in return. 

Layla raised the glowing green stone to her chest. It sank into her, fusing seamlessly with her being. 

The Ancient One watched in quiet awe as a pair of Layla’s wings flickered with green energy, momentarily shifting colors. One pair of her wings glowed vibrant green, joining the array of purple, red, and gold already shimmering on her back. But within seconds, every single one of Layla’s wings turned pitch black again, their natural state restored.

Layla grinned as her aura crackled with newfound power. “With the power of the Time Stone, I’m able to change my appearance back to how it was before. Having colorful wings was fun for a while, but I’ve always preferred their natural color.”

The Ancient One raised an eyebrow. “I hope being able to change the color of your wings wasn’t the only perk you got from permanently absorbing one of our Infinity Stones.”

Layla rolled her eyes playfully. “Of course not.” She turned her attention to the time bomb and waved her hand. “I can now do this too!” The entire device disintegrated into ash, leaving behind a small, glowing green stone. 

It floated toward Layla, and the Ancient One’s curiosity piqued as she wondered what Layla intended to do with a second Time Stone?

Layla held the stone in her palm for a moment, studying it. Then, with deliberate focus, she wrapped her hand around it and channeled a massive amount of her power into the stone. The Ancient One could feel the intense energy radiating from Layla as she worked. When Layla opened her hand again, the stone gave off an identical presence to the one she had just absorbed!

The Ancient One let out a startled yelp as Layla carelessly tossed the stone back toward her! Scrambling slightly, she caught it telekinetically before it could hit the ground! “Really, Layla!?” she said in exasperation.

Layla ignored her look. “I’ve given that stone pretty much all the powers of the one you just gave me,” Layla explained with a smile. “I’m glad I don’t have to take away the most powerful weapon of the sorcerers who have been protecting Earth for thousands of years.”

The Ancient One exhaled in relief, carefully placing the recreated Time Stone back into the Eye of Agamotto. It fit perfectly, its energy flowing as seamlessly as the original. “I’m glad too,” she said, her voice tinged with gratitude. 

The Ancient One then noticed Layla space out like she had the habit of doing occasionally. She decided to give her a couple moments.

– Layla – 

“...”

‘Holy crap…’

[Wow…]

I was staring at her new insane stats in shock, before the Ancient One spoke up again and asked me what she was going to do now?

“I'm going to go and pay the TVA a visit!” I told her.

“Not without me or not!” Sona called out that she landed next to me, her bat wings folding away back inside her. “Hela and Rias agreed to stay here in case these bastards try to attack again, but we all agreed at least one of us needed to come with you and to get revenge!”

Sona had the same crazy look in her eye that her sister would have whenever someone tried to threaten her preciously “So-tan!” 

A lot more TVA agents were about to meet some watery graves. And that was just the way I wanted it! 

We were off to go and destroy an entire multiversal spanning organization…And I guess rescue Loki and retrieve my Space Stone while we were at it…

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