The forest didn't feel real anymore.
Time had gone sideways. Trees stretched too high, sky too dark, and sounds too sharp. Every corner of this fractured domain felt… wrong.
But the trials weren't just random.
They were targeted.
And now?
They were reaching their peak.
Alex – The Weight of Power
Alex stood in a clearing that hadn't been there before.
But this wasn't the forest.
It was his apartment.
Except—It was on fire.
Not flames. Not destruction.
But glitching. Like the world itself was tearing apart. His couch flickered between pristine and ash. The walls rippled like static.
And in the middle of the room—
A mirror.
He stepped toward it.
Inside was him… but not quite.
This Alex was taller. Confident. Dressed in cosmic armor. A hero.
Infinity Gauntlet on one hand.
A smile like a lie.
"What are you?" Alex whispered.
The reflection spoke.
"I'm what you want to be. The one they cheer for. The god among ants."
It stepped forward in the mirror.
"But let's be honest, Alex… you're not built for this. You're not brave. You're not a leader. You're scared. And if they knew what you really were…"
The world around him started to crack.
Alex clutched his chest as the fear returned — the voice's curse still bleeding through his system.
[System: Trial at 87% Completion. Confront Inner Self.]
He looked at the reflection.
"I don't want to be a god," he whispered. "I just want to survive."
The mirror shattered.
Butcher – The Boy in the Doorway
Butcher walked through a hallway that had no end.
Concrete. Rotting. Old.
And then, a flicker.
A small home.
Warm light.
A door slightly ajar.
He stopped.
Inside?
A boy.
Young. Familiar. Smiling.
"Dad?"
Butcher's breath caught.
"No," he muttered. "Not here."
The boy stood, holding a toy soldier. "You promised you'd come back."
Butcher clenched his fists. "You're not real."
The hallway started to close behind him — vines creeping along the walls like guilt made visible.
The boy tilted his head.
"You chose revenge over family. That's who you are."
Butcher stepped forward, rage in his eyes.
"Don't you f***ing speak like him."
[Trial 94%: Guilt Recognition Required.]
He dropped the knife.
Not out of weakness.
But choice.
"…I remember. That's all."
The boy faded.
Deadpool – The Mirror Room
Deadpool found himself in a white room. Too white.
Sterile. Empty.
He looked around.
"Okay. Silent Hill minimalist DLC. Great."
Then—Mirrors appeared.
One. Then another. Then dozens.
All showing him.
Different costumes. Different scars. Different lives.
Some smiled. Some screamed.
One looked at him directly.
"Which one of us is even real anymore?"
Deadpool shrugged. "None of us. We're all just coping mechanisms with weapons."
[Trial 100% Complete: Identity Acceptance Passed.]
He turned away from the mirrors.
Middle finger up.
"You don't scare me. I am the fourth wall."
And just like that—
The mirrors shattered into laughter.
Frenchie, Kimiko, Hughie – Silent Victories
Frenchie faced an old war zone.
Kimiko saw her brother again.
Hughie found himself alone in a graveyard of people he couldn't save.
Each passed.
Quietly.
Painfully.
But they didn't run.
The Forest – Shifts
The trees pulled back.
The fog lifted.
And one by one, they stumbled into the same clearing.
Exhausted.
Burned.
Breathing.
Together again.
Deadpool groaned. "We all alive? No extra limbs? No ghost STDs?"
Butcher looked around.
No words.
Just a nod.
Alex opened his system.
[System: Status Restored – 60% Integrity Recovered.][Status Effect: Fear — Lifted.]
He looked to the center of the forest.
The trail was open now.
Lit by a faint golden line in the moss.
The blade was near.
And Noir Vale…as well.
Author: I am quite speechless, this is the only webnovel of mine which is the oldest, one of the most viewed, and yes, most collections, but yet, NO DAMN PERSON SPEAKS??!!, wtf? even my smaller ones are filled with so many comments every damn second but this...only few reply and from few i mean WarMachine (btw thanks brub), 610 collections, 1 guy comments every time....i am speechless kinda, anyways, what i am saying is that you ppl should speak man, its not like we getting tax on even that.....maybe, leave it but you get the point yeah? good luck fellas, see you sooon on next chaps, also this idea of memoires was taken from thunderbolts* as i just watched it a month ago.