What Society Spits Out [MCU Harem x M!OP!Villain!Reader]

Book I, Chapter IV

Yes yes yes, I know I've been gone a long time but I'm here now heheheh please enjoy the story :)

Book I
"Baby Steps"

Chapter IV
"Hellish Training"

Third Person's POV

Under the watchful gaze of Doctor Strange, (Y/N) stood, his breath steady, his eyes burning with determination. His fingers tingled with the raw, destructive power that lived within him, a power that was as much a part of him as his own heartbeat.

Doctor Strange, the master of the mystic arts, had taken him under his wing, determined to help him harness this power. He wanted to ensure that (Y/N) could not only survive his experiments but also thrive under his pressure. To do that, he needed to be physically stronger, more resilient.

And that's why (Y/N) was here now, in the midst of a grueling training session. The room was filled with the henchmen, each one a formidable opponent in their own right. Yet, they were not there to defeat him. No, they were there to push him, to force him to reach new heights of strength and endurance.

The first henchman lunged at him, a broad-shouldered brute with a fierce expression. (Y/N) sidestepped his attack, his movements fluid and controlled. His hands were his most potent weapon, but he couldn't afford to use his decay power recklessly. Not yet.

He countered with a swift punch, his fist connecting with the henchman's side. The man grunted, stumbling back, but he was far from defeated. Around them, the others watched, their eyes filled with anticipation. They knew their turn would come soon enough.

One by one, they attacked, each one more challenging than the last. (Y/N) held his own, his strength growing with each confrontation. Every punch, every kick, every dodge was a testament to his determination. He was not just surviving; he was thriving.

Doctor Strange watched from the sidelines, his expression unreadable. He saw the persistence in (Y/N)'s eyes, the raw power in his hands. He saw a young man who was willing to do whatever it took to control his power, to protect himself and those around him.

The training session was brutal, but necessary. It was a reminder of the dangers (Y/N) faced, of the responsibility that came with his power. But it was also a testament to his strength, to his will to fight, to endure. It was a testament to his potential.

Doctor Strange knew then that (Y/N) was more than capable of handling his experiments. He had the strength, the endurance, and most importantly, the heart. Yes, the path ahead would be challenging. But (Y/N) was ready to face it, to conquer it. And Doctor Strange would be there, every step of the way, guiding him, pushing him, and watching him become the hero he was meant to be.

Doctor Strange's training methods are known to be brutal and unforgiving, but they're also extremely effective. With his guidance, (Y/N) is sure to become stronger and more capable of handling his unique ability.

(Y/N), in the midst of combat, probably has an intense focus on his opponents. His concentration is likely solely on the fight, his movements swift and precise as he wards off the attacks from the henchmen. Despite the odds being against him, he moves with a confidence that only comes from rigorous training and a deep understanding of his own abilities.

Doctor Strange is most likely watching from the sidelines, his eyes never leaving (Y/N). He watches each movement, each counterattack, assessing and analyzing. His stern gaze is a constant reminder of the high standards he sets, but it's also filled with a hint of pride. He knows the dangers that (Y/N) could face because of his powers, and he's committed to preparing him for that.