A/n: Question to all my readers shall I write marvel universe with Harry Potter world(MC travelled) side by side or just keep writing about Harry Potter world and when he travels back give a short review of what happen in his absence.???????
The Void of Consciousness
Darkness. Silence. Nothingness.
Clark drifted in an infinite abyss, his consciousness flickering like a dying ember.
He had no body. No weight. No form. Just a fragile awareness, floating through the void.
At first, panic gripped him.
Was he dead?
Had the bullet killed him? Had Kara failed to save him in time?
Then, like a rushing tide, memories surged back.
The attack. The explosion of his heat vision. The searing pain in his chest.
The last thing he remembered was Kara's voice—screaming his name.
His mind sharpened, forcing clarity upon the weightless emptiness.
This wasn't death.
This was something else.
The Truth About His Power & The World's Will
Time didn't exist here, yet Clark's thoughts moved forward, untangling the mysteries that had plagued him for years.
Something was wrong with him.
His Kryptonian powers should have awakened long ago.
But they hadn't.
Even Kara—who had been exposed to the same sun, the same world—had gained her abilities years before him.
Why?
Then, the answer came like a whisper in the void.
The Will of the World.
A cosmic force, unseen but ever-present, maintaining the delicate balance of existence in this universe.
And it had recognized him as a threat.
His power, his very presence, was too disruptive to the natural order.
So, it had suppressed him. Held him back. Prevented him from becoming what he was meant to be.
But if that was true…
Why hadn't Kara been affected?
Why had she awakened while he remained weak?
And then, the answer struck him.
It wasn't just his Kryptonian heritage.
He had something else. A power beyond the limits of this world.
Multiversal Potential.
Yes. That had to be it.
His existence alone was enough to send ripples through reality.
So the Will of the World had done the only thing it could—
It tried to suppress him. To erase him. To make sure he never became a threat.
A slow cold fury pulsed through his soul.
Had the terrorist attack been random?
Or had the Will of the World orchestrated it, ensuring events unfolded in a way that would eliminate him before he could awaken?
Clark's lips curled into a silent smirk, despite the weight of the void around him.
No.
He wouldn't allow himself to be controlled.
Not by fate.
Not by some cosmic will.
Not by anyone.
The Nature of His Multiversal Travel
The void shifted around him.
Something stirred within him—something ancient and unfamiliar.
A power separate from his Kryptonian abilities.
Something deeper.
Multiversal Travel.
His body remained in the MCU, untouched. But his soul…?
His soul was free.
In this state, he could slip between realities, moving through worlds beyond imagination.
Yet there were limits.
Time in different universes flowed at different speeds.
Ten years in another world could pass in just six months in the MCU.
Whatever happened to his soul-body in those worlds…
Would be reflected on his real body.
Pain. Growth. Strength. Everything transferred.
This was his chance.
A way to grow without interference.
A way to escape the Will of the World's suppression.
A way to become unstoppable.
The White Gate Calls
A presence stirred in the void.
Ahead of him, a massive white gate materialized—stretching beyond sight.
Its glow was blinding, but not harsh.
It radiated power. Destiny. Invitation.
Clark didn't fight it.
He stepped forward—
No.
He was being pulled forward.
The moment he touched the gate, his soul was sucked into the unknown.
The void shattered.
And Clark fell—
—into his first true adventure beyond worlds.