I Died And Reincarnated Into Marvel as Goddess Artoria

The plains around me return to a peaceful atmosphere. The plants, trees, even the world around me honestly feels a bit brighter than before. My armor gleaming from the sun's rays makes me look awe inspiring. I am always astonished by Excalibur's power, even though I didn't release any of the 13 restraints.

Excalibur glows in my hands like it's wanting me to still use it. "Let me try some sword forms ok, that should help you to feel happy." I tried some of Artoria's sword forms that she learned throughout her life as a knight and king. I've found that I can perform faster and more fluid strikes. My movements with a blade become effortless. My two handed sword style becomes nearly perfect while wielding Excalibur. Performing Excalibur's noble phantasm seems to have helped me to assimilate more with Artoria's sword skills.

"Shouldn't I be tired after basically performing a noble phantasm and training for a while. Now that I think about it I am not even sweating even though I am wearing armor and a nice and fluffy cloak." I lift up my arm to smell myself and I smell like flowers and uh, the best thing I have ever smelled in my life. Which is perfectly cooked food by the way.

Wow, that's difficult to explain. "Raphael, why do you think I smell like that?" I sit down on the nice fluffy grass below me. Excalibur's residual power must have saturated the area around me with mana, affecting the plants and the world. So now the grass is nice and fluffy. Really comfortable to sit on.

[ It is more than likely your biological makeup or in other words your race. It is said that Faeries when smelled, smell like flowers from the fairy kingdom. As for the other scent that you are smelling, I would have to attribute it to you being a divine being or spirit. Though I can not conclude exactly why you smell that way. You should also be smelling some kind of fiery burnt smell, but I am sure the other smells overpower it.]

Huh, what do you know? I smell like flowers and what's basically ambrosia, that could either be a really good thing or something I can't control. I'll figure it out later. Got more weapons to try out. "But, maybe I shouldn't fire off their strongest attacks anymore. Ah, whatever it's not like anyone will care." [ Notice, the firing off of Excali…. ] "Alright!"

I stand up on my feet, letting Excalibur fade away and willing Rhongomyniad to appear in my right hand. Rhongomyniad seems to resonate with my being more than Excalibur did. The spear gave off a light golden glow just being in my hand. I can feel the light it gives off, the protection from the ends of the world.

The spear itself is made up of two main parts. The blade or pole of the spear, which is extremely narrow and tapers sharply to a fine point. And the white spiral outer shell which wraps with spiraling bands of metallic and glowing material that entwine around the lower part of the blade and shaft. Also the grip of the spear is slender, decorated with elegant, smooth patterns in blue and silver, matching the blade's theme.

[ It's said that Rhongomyniad: The Lance That Shines to the End of the World was the holy lance of King Arthur. This Holy Lance is a "pillar of light" that fastens together the two sides of the World itself: the outer layer of the World (reality) and the Reverse Side of the World (illusion). A Divine Construct armament. The Lance also appears to have the ability to shapeshift into different forms to an unknown degree. While the white spiral shell that makes up the lance can also be shifted into a weapon in of itself. The Goddess Rhongomyniad has also shown that the outer shell can be used to create buildings and structures as well. ]

I nod at Raphael's comment. "You're right Raphael, I don't need to fire off its noble phantasm to use it. I can use any of its other capabilities. If I remember correctly Goddess Artoria used Rhongomyniad to create the Holy City of Camelot in a single night."

[ It also could be used to transform into a giant white tree that grows into the sky and reach its 'branches' down and out as sharp speared-limbs and thorned-tentacles to impale targets, or to create a large twisted-root-like barrier of spikes to both attack and defend a large area at once.]

Those are just some of the reasons as to why I chose to be who I am. Rhongomyniad is not only one of the most versatile tools in my arsenal, but also the most powerful. I grip Rhongomyniad's shaft with both my hands and bring it in front of my body pointing it towards the sky.

"I've always wanted to see Camelot with my own eyes, well I was the king of Camelot so I am familiar with it. But I haven't seen it in my last or this…. This is confusing, no it's not. Just think of this as a new life. So, I am seeing this for the first time in this life. Yes, that sounds right. Now it's time, Rhongomyniad, help me to create the Holy City of Camelot!"

I lift the spear straight into the air above me. I feel Rhongomyniad taking mana from the planet around me. The very world feeds it the power it needs. The white spiral shell of Rhongomyniad starts to glow a bright golden yellow. It's surrounded by a radiant, almost divine glow.

The outer shell slowly comes apart expanding and growing out into the plains in front of me. Slowly starting to create the city I once knew. After the outer shell has completely come off of the spear. All that's left is the weapon's core, a long thin white spear connected with the handle underneath the lance's covering. Even without the outer shell Rhongomyniad still has a divine like beauty to it.

As I watch Rhongomyniad create Camelot I realize it's probably going to take a few hours for it to fully complete the whole city and castle. So I sit down once more on the fluffy grass. Did I say already that it's comfortable, well it is. I lay the needle like spear next to me as I watch the city be built.

If someone were to see me they would more than likely say that a goddess or queen was relaxing as she watches her kingdom be built. My golden blond hair blowing in the breeze, my white fluffy cape is sprawled out around me on the ground. I probably look like a work of art that has manifested in the real world. I can't wait to look at myself in a mirror once I get to my room in the castle.

I lay back on the grass, the fluffy collar of my cape acting like a pillow for my head. As I let out a sigh of relaxation, I started to wonder about something.

"Hey Raphael, do you think people are going to notice the entire Holy City of Camelot that I am creating? Probably not right, it's not like S.H.I.E.L.D has orbital satellites that can view the whole world. I'm pretty sure those were shut down after hydra was outed. Or was that later in the timeline?"

[ You know what Artoria, yeah I'm sure everything will be fine. And Nick Fury himself wont come halfway across the world to confront you. ]