Into The Portal: Monster Invasion

“Stupid and lame, that is every one of you.” Marcela spat on the two dozen corpses on the ground as she turned back to walk towards the stronghold. “Expect me, everyone is a loser.”

Half an hour ago,

"You have no way out today. When you die and come back as a ghost, tell Mercer to remember. He might be invincible, but his bloodline is not."

“You think you can take revenge against grandpa by killing me?” Marcela laughed as she looked at the leader with a scoff. “Do you know why they call him Cruel Heart?”

“Do tell, I always wondered that.” The leader smiled and clasped his arms around his chest.

“He killed his best friend without any emotion, just because he was a treat to Unity. Do you get it? His best friend in the whole world. A person who saved him countless times before. He killed him after torturing him to learn everything about him.” Marcela said with a hissful hatred. “Cruel Heart doesn’t get sad over family or friends. He is just like a soulless machine.

A machine programmed to kill anyone standing in front of the family’s interest. This is the Cross way. We are all the main characters. We were born as main characters.”

“The hell are you talking about?” The leader asked as he took a step back. For a second, he saw Mercer in Marcela. He felt the domineering aura he once felt when he was still in Unity.

“Every royal member of the Cross family has a name starting with M and our last name is C-ross. We are the MCs of this world. This world and every other were created for us. We are the protagonist of this story. You are nothing but cannon fodder. Not even a side character. You are a nameless nobody, who will have a pointless death. No one will ever miss you nor pray for you, get it?” Marcela explained with a crazy look.

It wasn’t wrong. For thousands of years, the Cross family’s royal branch always named their sons with names starting with the letter M. Later on, the tradition was shared with the daughters as well. Because the royal lineage of the Cross family was destined to achieve great things. This was a bedtime story Mercer used to read to them.

“If I die, it only means I am not the real main character. Grandpa will not even shed a drop of tear for me. I wouldn’t want him to. I don’t deserve it if I die here, to lowlives like you!”

“Shut up!” The leader shouted but didn’t take any action.

“But it doesn’t mean Mercer will not retaliate. Oh, he will. Not because I am his granddaughter, but because you dared to hurt a royal princess of the Cross Empire. He will track you down, then will kill you all. Then he will track down anyone you love and will kill them all as well.

You know why?” Marcela’s crazy eyes looked at every single one of them to bask in the fear they were feeling. “Just to send a message.”

As soon as she said that, men across him gulped heavily. They heard stories. Hell, they saw how Mercer dealt with the families that screwed him over when he was outside of the Unity walls. He executed them in front of cameras, in front of their houses.

“Boss, maybe we shouldn’t.” One of the underlings said in trepidation.

“Shut the fuck up, or I will kill you myself!” The leader shouted as he turned to Marcela. “He can’t find us! No one has seen us. After your death, no one will know it was us.”

“HAHA!” Marcela laughed as she threw her head. “You guys are too naive. Way too naive.”

“Do you even know what an ultimate is? How do they work? Do you know anything about branches and the endless possibilities they carry?

There are different types of ultimates. There are a few that can show the user what has happened in a certain area. There are some that can track a person even if there is a drop of blood.

If this was G-Circle, sure. You could walk away, as no ultimate can manifest in a lower-tier circle. But too bad. You are here.”

“Boss!” The same underling shivered in his boots as he called out for the leader.

“I said shut the fuck up!” The leader shouted in anger and brandished his sword. In the next second, the underling’s head fell from his body. The body followed soon after and hit next to the head.

“Next person who speaks about giving up will die in the most horrible way.” The leader said with bloodthirst. “It is too late. She had seen us. What do you think is going to happen when she goes back? We will die anyway.”

“Not necessarily.” Marcela grinned and pointed at the group of people who were looking back at her. “I will give you a chance. Share your superpowers with me, and I shall let you live. I will even reward you bountifully.”

“Do you think my men are stupid or do you think I am stupid?” The leader spat on the ground and pointed at Marcela. “As soon as they share their powers, I will kill them and you will still be powerless.”

“That is the fun part, scum.” Marcela looked down at the leader as she smirked. “They just have to think about sharing their powers, and only I will feel who is sharing.

You don’t have to give your identities away, just think about it, and I will keep you alive. Then, I will reward you.”

“They will not fall for that!” The leader shouted in anger but in the next second, he took a step back in fear.

“Will they not?” A phantom appeared behind Marcela and placed a crown on top of her head. Poison and wind elements appeared in each hand as she looked at the leader. “Willing to put your head on the line?”