[A New Class Update Quest Has Arrived]
[Class Unlocked: VOID SOVEREIGN — Legendary]
[New Race Evolution Available: Oblivion Spawn]
Luke stared at the notification.
"…Wow. As expected of an Infinity Stone," he muttered. "This upgrade is just straight-up broken."
Legendary class.
That alone said enough.
At full power, even baseline Legendary classes were capable of destroying planets. At their peak, they could threaten entire star systems. And this wasn't just Legendary—it was Void Sovereign. Whatever traits came with it were guaranteed to be absurd.
But as always, the higher the class, the harder the trial.
Luke frowned slightly.
He didn't actually know what he'd get from this quest. He hadn't designed this class. Not the race evolution, not the traits—and definitely not the update quest.
Legendary-tier quests were beyond anything he'd personally coded, which meant the system was pulling from something far deeper.
That uncertainty sat poorly with him.
Then the next window appeared.
[Class Update Quest]
[Objective: Defeat the Avatar of Corruption]
Luke's brow twitched.
"…What the fuck?" he said flatly. "Another Avatar? And Corruption?"
Avatars weren't random.
They were named after what they embodied—what they ruled.
Esdeath, the Avatar of Domination, had proven that much. Her unawakened traits alone could bend reality through sheer authority.
Which meant this one…
Corruption wasn't a single concept.
It could be decay. Influence. Madness. Infection. Ideological rot. Reality erosion.
Too many possibilities.
And that was the problem.
He barely had time to dwell on it before a blur zipped past him.
"Luke! Look!" Pietro's excited voice echoed as he suddenly reappeared right in front of him, eyes bright. "I'm fast!"
He vanished again, circling Luke in a wide loop, wind tearing through the grass as laughter followed in his wake. For a brief moment, it was nothing but raw excitement—the kind that came with realizing the rules of the world had just changed.
Then the smell hit.
Luke sighed and looked up just in time to see a thin trail of smoke following Pietro's path.
Pietro skidded to a stop, staring down at his clothes in horror as scorched threads snapped and fabric peeled away from friction.
"…Why is my shirt doing that?" he asked slowly.
Luke gave him a flat look. "Because air resistance and friction are still a thing," he said calmly. "At your speed, normal fabric can't handle the heat buildup."
Pietro froze.
"…I just got these."
"You can buy them again," Luke said evenly. "What you need to worry about is control."
Pietro frowned. "Control?"
"The faster you run, the more energy your body burns to keep up," Luke explained. "Your muscles contract faster, your nerves fire faster, your heart pumps faster. Every biological process is accelerated."
"That means calories. A lot of them. At high speeds, your body burns fuel at a rate that would starve a normal human in minutes."
Pietro's eyes widened. "So I can… run out of energy?"
"Yes," Luke said evenly. "So remember this—when you use your superspeed, if you start feeling hungry or weak, that's your body warning you. It needs food. Ignore that, and you'll face-plant mid-run."
"How much?" Pietro asked.
Luke tilted his head. "How fast are you?"
"I'm about a hundred times faster," Pietro said—and in a flash of blue, he vanished, reappearing several meters away before snapping back in front of Luke again, grinning.
Luke didn't look impressed. "Then you'll need about a hundred times more food. Maybe more. Otherwise, you'll get dizzy, lose coordination, or straight-up collapse while moving."
Pietro frowned, processing it—then shrugged. Confusing or not, the conclusion was simple.
Superpowers. Fast. Cool.
"Thanks, Luke!" Pietro said brightly, stepping forward with his arms open, clearly going in for a hug. He didn't know how else to show his gratitude—not after Luke had given him and his sister a place to stay, helped Wanda learn to control her power, and now taken the time to guide him too, all without asking for anything in return.
"Seriously—"
Before he could finish, Luke reached out, grabbed Pietro by the head, and held him at arm's length, his expression openly disgusted.
"No," Luke said flatly. "Absolutely not."
Pietro blinked. "What?"
"You're half-naked, your clothes are falling apart, and you smell like burned fabric," Luke continued, still holding him away. "Have some shame. Go change before someone walks in and thinks this is a free show."
Pietro glanced down at himself.
"…Okay, yeah. That's fair."
Luke released him immediately, wiping his hand on his own sleeve like he'd touched something questionable.
"Go," he added.
Pietro didn't argue. He vanished in a blur—this time heading toward the house—his laughter echoing faintly behind him.
"Now I don't have to worry about this guy dying in some ditch," Luke muttered. "I should get him some bulletproof clothes next."
That had been the main reason he'd helped Pietro awaken his powers in the first place. Speed wasn't just flashy—it meant survival. In this world, having the ability to protect yourself wasn't a luxury. It was a necessity.
Luke exhaled quietly.
'Almost no loose ends left.'
Which meant one thing.
'I can finally deal with the class quest.'
He'd been putting it off for too long—weeks, maybe months.
But now, with no immediate threats on the present timeline—without the Mind Stone, Ultron would never be created—and with the remaining problems being minor enough that they wouldn't put his family at risk, there was nothing urgent looming over them anymore.
There was no real reason to delay it any further.
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