Plunderer: Master of the Multiverse

A dizzying whirl gripped Alex. When his senses sharpened, he scanned his surroundings and realized he'd landed at the base of a rugged mountain.

Tilting his head upward, he spotted a vast, regal complex sprawling across the peak. Even from the mountain's base, he could hear the boisterous clamor drifting down from above.

"What world is this?" Staring at the mountain, Alex's curiosity flared. After mulling it over for a moment, he strode up the slope with determination.

Freshly arrived in this strange plane, he needed to figure out which world he'd stumbled into. To do that, he'd have to find someone to spill the details.

Soon, Alex reached a towering mountain gate, its bold design pulsing with commanding authority.

Three striking characters were etched into the gate, instantly clueing him into the place's identity. In that instant, Alex knew exactly which plane he'd entered.

World Alliance!

"So, I'm in The Storm Riders world, huh?" Gazing at the formidable World Alliance before him, Alex muttered under his breath.

As the iconic gang of The Storm Riders world , how could Alex not recognize it?

Xiongba, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, Wuming, Jiansheng, Jue Wushen, Di Shitian, Fire Kirin…

Names from The Storm Riders plane surged through Alex's mind, each one sparking vivid memories.

Alex clearly recalled that, though this was a martial arts world , its combat prowess was off the charts.

There were the twin protagonists wielding Infinite Void, unleashing limitless power; Jiansheng's Heaven and Earth Annihilation; and even Sword Twenty-Three, capable of locking time and space. Then there was Wuming's Celestial Blade and Myriad Swords Convergence, not to mention Di Shitian, immortal from sipping phoenix blood…

"Who are you?, skulking around our World Alliance?!" As Alex sifted through The Storm Riders plot in his head, a harsh shout snapped him back to reality.

Two young men in black trousers and crimson vests glowered at Alex, their eyes brimming with distrust.

"I wonder where The Storm Riders timeline sits right now…" Alex mused silently, regaining his focus.

In his X-Men crossing, he'd landed in First Class, decades before the main X-Men saga. The Smiling, Proud Wanderer kicked off right at the story's outset.

And One Piece plopped him about ten years before its core plot.

Now, in The Storm Riders plane, Alex was naturally itching to pin down the current timeline.

"Hey, quick question—has your gang leader Xiongba taken any disciples yet?" To lock in the timeline, checking Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun's ages was the sharpest move.

"What? Do you want to worship our Gang Leader as your master?You…" Alex's query sparked a mocking sneer from the World Alliance gate guard.

But before he could finish, his face blanched, and he dropped to his knees, voice dripping with reverence: "Greetings, Gang Leader!"

Alex whipped around to see a man, about forty, draped in a gleaming golden cloak, striding down the mountain with unshakable calm.

In each hand, he carried a young boy, roughly ten years old, both in a coma.

Though the man moved with easy grace, he radiated the aura of a Tyrannosaurus Rex stalking its turf, his overpowering presence enough to make knees buckle.

A man hailed as the gang leader—his identity was unmistakable: Xiongba, the supreme ruler of the World Alliance!

"Who's this?" Halting at the mountain gate, Xiongba's voice was cool and steady as he asked.

"Master, this guy showed up to pay respects and seems eager to become your disciple!" As Xiongba spoke, the gate guard replied swiftly.

Clearly, Alex's question about Xiongba taking disciples had led him to think Alex was here to join the World Alliance as a disciple.

"Become a disciple?" At this, Xiongba's sharp gaze locked onto Alex. After sizing him up for a beat, his eyes lingered briefly on the White Dragon Sword, then he shook his head and said, "I don't take those who arrive at the World Alliance already skilled. Since you know martial arts, stay and serve the World Alliance."

Xiongba's words carried a weight that demanded obedience, leaving no room for defiance.

Alex had only asked about disciples to gauge the timeline he was in. Stay and work under Xiongba? Alex wasn't about to sign up for that.

Xiongba caught the flicker of hesitation on Alex's face, and his mood darkened. With his iron-fisted nature, he had zero tolerance for anyone defying his will.

Xiongba, true to his name, When irked, he didn't bother with details. Raising a hand, he unleashed a Cloud-Dispelling Palm toward Alex.

To him, a nobody who rubbed him the wrong way was just a bug to squash.

Alex hadn't expected Xiongba to strike so abruptly. His face tightened, and the White Dragon Sword flashed from its sheath, Dugu Nine Swords weaving a mystic arc straight for Xiongba's chest.

"Hm? Such masterful swordsmanship!"

A master spots skill in a heartbeat. Seeing Alex's blade work, Xiongba's eyes sparked with intrigue.

In raw power, The Storm Riders plane dwarfed The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, but lower power levels often honed sharper technical finesse.

Dugu Nine Swords, famed for shattering any technique, was a pinnacle of martial artistry.

Brute force to break finesse!

Sensing Alex's swordplay, Xiongba's palm surged with denser true qi, clouds of energy churning as he repelled Alex with a booming Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

Then, Xiongba followed with a fist, a frigid aura plunging the air into icy winter, his pale Frost-Heaven Fist roaring head-on.

Slash!

Alex didn't waste words. Armament Haki cloaked the White Dragon Sword, turning it pitch-black. In a flash, he unleashed a razor-sharp slash, colliding with Xiongba's fist force, both attacks vanishing into thin air.

"Intriguing!"

First a Cloud-Dispelling Palm, then a Frost-Heaven Fist, both thwarted—this piqued Xiongba's curiosity.

He'd thought Alex was just a ant to crush, but now it was clear he'd misjudged him.

With growing interest, he set down the second child and advanced, his legs tracing mystic steps, closing on Alex like a specter…

Shave!

Alex's legs pounded the ground dozens of times, his body a blur of lightning, retreating over ten feet in an instant.

Yet Xiongba's Storm God Kick had reached sublime mastery. Though his burst speed couldn't match Alex's, his footwork flowed with uncanny grace.

Catching up in a blink, he spun a leg like a drill, unleashing a ferocious Storm God Kick.

Block!

Alex's heart sank as he bellowed.

The White Dragon Sword barred his chest, and Xiongba's kick slammed into it, only to be stopped cold.

With a light tap of his toes, Xiongba sprang back several feet. When his gaze fell on Alex again, it glowed with admiration.

"So young, yet wielding such martial prowess—rare in the martial world. Stay with the World Alliance, and I'll grant you the rank of hall master."

Xiongba was blunt. A nobody who annoyed him could be swatted, but a prodigy? He'd move mountains to recruit.

He'd used Cloud-Dispelling Palm, Frost-Heaven Fist, and Storm God Kick, not at full power, but Alex had parried all three. To Xiongba, such skill was a rare gem, a future titan for the World Alliance.

Alex paused, then nodded, saying, "I'm Alex, your humble subordinate, greeting the Gang Leader!"

It looked like he'd held his ground, but Alex knew Xiongba hadn't gone all out. Refusing again, given Xiongba's temperament, would bar him from the martial world—or worse, paint him as a threat to the World Alliance.

So, after a brief deliberation, Alex nodded, agreeing to join the World Alliance for now.

"Hahaha, splendid, Hall Master Alex! From now on, treat the World Alliance as your home." As Alex complied, Xiongba calmly dispersed the true qi subtly gathered in his palm, let out a booming laugh, and strode through the mountain gate.

As for the two children he'd brought? Naturally, others would handle their arrangements.

"By the way, who are those kids?" Trailing behind Xiongba, Alex's curiosity stirred, and he asked.

"Not long ago, I clashed with Nie Renwang at the Stone Sentinel Shrine and defeated him. I saw these two boys had fine potential, so I brought them back…" Xiongba replied offhandedly.