GENERAL POV
Sometimes, bad luck hits you like in an ancient Greek tragedy, and it's not even your own making.
Even in this soul form, I feel like I've lost my essence. I'm in the Marvel Universe. While being a fan is one thing, living in it is another. I thought I'd end up in a friendly anime world where power levels would at least be manageable—maybe even "demon slayer" or "Naruto." With careful planning, I could survive in those worlds. Well... except for the genocide night.
To make matters worse, this world follows the movie timelines, but the strength of the characters here is far beyond their cinematic versions. THIS IS THE PROBLEM. They aren't quite as overpowered as in the comics, but they're still at about 50% of that level or lower.
I got this information from my dear system, which, of course, had no concern about this revelation.
After confirming I was in Marvel, I cried—without shedding any actual tears. Now, knowing the power levels here, I feel like nothing more than white ash —a reference to "Ashita no Joe."
[Host, I am about to merge your soul in 10 seconds... And where did you even get the chair to sit here?]
"I can't even cry in peace... Fine, let's just get this over with. So, after three otherworldly missions, I can freely travel to that world, huh?" I said with a meaningful smile.
Understanding my implication, the system responded.
[Host, you are on a mission. If the main universe is destroyed, you won't die if you're in another world, but the system and all your powers will be lost since you are initially connected to this universe. This isn't a restriction we placed on you; it's a universal law.]
Hearing that, I sighed. "It was just a joke. Now hurry up. I don't want to stay in this place with a humorless robot like you."
[Initiating merging in 10... 9... 8...]
[BRAIN FUNCTIONING PROPERLY. INTERNAL INJURIES HEALING.]
[TASK COMPLETED.]
[EXCEPT FOR MINOR SCRATCHES ON THE ARMS, LEGS, AND FACE, EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL ARE HEALED ,FOR TO NOT RAISE ANY SUSPICIONS]
I only nodded in acknowledgment.
[Host, as a final note, I was only sentient during this tutorial to provide the necessary information. Once you wake up, I will no longer have a personality. I will only communicate with you for mission updates, which are triggered by events in the world. While side missions are optional, main missions are crucial to the stability of the universe. Choose wisely.]
"Thank you," I said, genuinely grateful for the information it provided.
[You're welcome, Sir Mayukh. Best of luck on your journey.]
"I believe this will be the last time I am called Mayukh." as I said a bright white light descended, engulfing my vision.
JANUARY 7, 1998 - METRO GENERAL HOSPITAL
ALEX'S POV
I opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurry as if I were waking from a deep sleep. The unfamiliar ceiling above me gave me a sense of displacement. Slowly, my senses returned. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nose, and when I tried to move, I felt the tug of an IV drip in my hand. I looked down at my body—smaller than I remembered, with faint scratches on my arms.
My gaze drifted across the room, taking in the numerous flower bouquets stacked on every available surface. Some had handwritten notes attached, their words filled with warmth and well wishes.
"Get well soon!" one card read.
"Who will do my homework? Man, get up!"
I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at that one. Classic. That had to be one of my school friends.
But then—my eyes landed on something different. A simple flower pot, placed carefully by the window. Unlike the others, there was no card, no extravagant wrapping. Just a quiet, unassuming presence. And yet, the moment I saw it, something clicked.
Memories I hadn't realized were missing suddenly resurfaced, flooding my mind like a dam breaking. It was as if they had been locked away in a corner of my consciousness, deliberately hidden from me.
My head throbbed slightly, but I focused through the haze. Something—or someone—had tampered with my past.
I turned back to the flower pot, my breath hitching slightly as recognition struck me like lightning.
Cosmos.
A small, delicate flower, its soft petals swaying gently under the breeze. My favorite flower. But only two people in this world had ever known that.
My mother… and her. that cute redhead...
My fingers traced the edge of the pot, a strange mix of emotions welling up inside me."She must've thought I wouldn't remember her." The words slipped out in a whisper.
But I did. I remembered now. And the one who tampered with my memories of her…That fucking mind rapist.
*HUFF*I let out a cold breath to calm down.
Realizing there was no nurse present, I pressed the call button. I pressed the button.
Barely two minutes later, the door opened, and a nurse walked in with a soft hum, her head slightly down as she entered the room.
Then she looked up.
Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Y-You… h-how…?! Lie down! WAIT A MINUTE! LIE DOWN FIRST! I-I'LL GET THE DOCTOR!!"
As she rushed off, I thought her face looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place her. Before I could process it further, she returned—this time dragging in four people behind her. Three men, one woman. All of them gasped as if they'd just sprinted a marathon.
One of the men, slightly arrogant in demeanor, stared at me as if he'd seen a ghost. Turning to the nurse, he muttered, "Damn, Christine... you weren't lying. This is a miracle."
Christine? Wait—Christine Palmer?!Then that man must be Doctor Strange! THATS WHY SHE LOOKS FAMILIAR well without a beard he looks different .
I understood their shock. Even the soon-to-be Sorcerer Supreme was looking at me as if I were some otherworldly anomaly. And he was right.
Just moments ago, I had been brain-dead. Nobody can recover from brain death, also known as brainstem death, since the brain stops functioning. You cannot even breathe without ventilation, and eventually, even that will stop over time.
As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on an older man. He wasn't too old—perhaps in his late 50s—but his haggard expression made him appear years beyond that. His eyes brimmed with tears as he stared at me in disbelief. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days.
He took hesitant steps toward me as if wanting to hug me but was afraid of causing harm. I knew him well. Not just me—my mother, too. He had cared for us both since we were born. He was our house steward or assistant to my mom and a important family member. from my grandfather's time, as he was his best friend.
"Young sir Alex... are you okay?" he asked, his voice trembling, his tears falling freely.
Even my eyes burned with emotion. If I had a grandfather figure in my past life, he would be him.
"Yes, Mr. Anish... Don't I look good?" I responded with a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Christine turned away, visibly moved by the scene.
Mr. Anish wiped his tears before turning to the senior doctor. "Please ensure that Alex receives the best possible care. Run every test to confirm there are no complications."
"Yes, sir," the doctor replied with the utmost seriousness. "This is truly a miracle. We'll conduct every examination necessary. I believe Hopkins may send specialists to investigate. This case is unprecedented—someone recovering from confirmed brain death..." The doctor paused in the middle of the sentence, choosing not to bring up the topic of the brain-dead condition with Mr. Anish.
The room fell into silence.
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Six hours later
GENERAL POV
Eight doctors surrounded a table, reviewing Alex medical reports as if they contained the secrets of the universe. Each of them was a top neurologist or neurosurgeon in America. Even Dr. Stephen Strange, despite being only five years into his residency, was among them.
After an hour of heated discussion, one doctor finally snapped, "An apnea test? Are you serious? He's walking around on his own! Why are we even testing if he can breathe independently?!"
Another doctor, still in disbelief, murmured, "Every result is normal. Pupillary reflexes, motor responses, even EEG scans... It's as if he was never brain-dead, to begin with. And yet, he was declared brain-dead for exactly two days, one hour, and fourteen minutes."
"Dr. Stephen, what do you think?" one of the doctors asked. "Your work in neurology thesis is already making waves at Hopkins. Any thoughts?"
Before answering, Strange let go of his glasses and exhaled slowly, replying with an incredible expression, "For once... I might start believing in God."
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PLACE WHERE HIGHER BEINGS OVERSEE EVERY REALITY AND CREATION
"It seems he has reincarnated," a grave and ancient voice resonated through the boundless space. The speaker's form radiated the power of space itself, an unfathomable depth reflecting in his very presence. He sat upon one of the seven great thrones, positioned second from the right.
Among him, seventeen grand thrones stood in divine arrangement:
Ten thrones stood in two vertical rows, five on each side, forming a symmetrical divide.Seven thrones were positioned above them, their size and elevation marking their superiority.Among these seven, one remained empty—placed at the center, its absence a silent yet powerful statement.
A flaming feminine figure, seated among the ten, let out a scoff, her blazing form flickering with amusement. Her fiery gaze lingered on the empty throne before she spoke "Well, for someone so rude—revealing his aura to him even through a mere TV screen—he sure was eager to be by his side first."
On the right side of the empty throne, a figure radiating vitality chuckled, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and envy. "Well, he was always a tsundere from the start. That's why he sacrificed half of his power, gifting it to the six of us among the Great Seven for the balance of NEXUS, keeping only four Authorities for himself—just so he could stay by his side. Even now, both his abilities and his true self remain dormant within him… No, perhaps he's already begun to awaken.His souls have merged, after all. But at most, it's only a mere fraction—just ONE DROP OF THE COSMOS % of his former self." (the former self of someone is not MC it's the one who seated in seven great thrones ~AN)
The far-right of great throne stirred as the being upon it spoke. Behind him, a celestial disc spun endlessly, each revolution creating a new era of time itself. His voice was both mystical and distant as if layered across all of history."Enough, LIFE. There is no need to be envious. He was the only one who could be with him from the beginning. Our time will come… Oh, time… oh, time… I long to be with him."
A sultry yet commanding voice suddenly cut him off, sharp as molten steel."Stop whining, TIME—and stop being jealous of REINCARNATION."
The speaker was a breathtaking yet terrifying woman, her very presence causing lava to churn and crack beneath her feet. A mix of arrogance and possessiveness laced her tone.
"But let me warn you..." her voice darkened, turning deadly cold, "if some bitch even thinks about harming my—"
Everyone was speechless.
Even among the GreatSeven, she would likely be the last to be with him.~they all thought
A soft, calming voice soon broke the tension.
"Now, now HELL… don't be discouraged," a radiant being said, his entire form glowing with divine light. "We will all be with him in time. But before that, each of us has a role to fulfill—we must guide him first."He was LIGHT, and his words carried undeniable wisdom."So then… who is next?"
A familiar flaming faminine figure presence stirred once more."Then it's settled. I will be next." The flaming woman, her aura burning with both destruction and passion, leaned forward.
"He's not yet ready for another power of the seven, but hemust grow stronger. And among the Ten, I am the strongest."
A figure, whose entire body resonated in waves of vibrations, nodded in agreement.
"Well, FIRE might be right. After her, he can begin unlocking several Laws from among the Ten."
And so, the decision was made.
The next Higher Being to awaken within HIM would be—[LAW OF FIRE].
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The story will progress at a steady pace. The first few chapters will focus on establishing key elements and Alex's future plans. Alex's journey will involve building resources, forming connections, and planning for the future. No, he won't just waltz up to Tony Stark and say, "ME RICH, YOU POOR." His family is already well-off—his mother is a head of the financial institution, and his father is a scientist at Osborn Corp.
This fanfiction will feature multi-world travel. First stop: Demon Slayer.
Expect arcs in different worlds: Demon Slayer > Marvel > One Piece (part 1/3)> Marvel > My Hero Academia> Marvel... and so on.
Yes, there will be a harem atleast 10-15, but Alex won't be chasing girls left and right. Romance will be built up properly. And no, he won't be thinking from his dick—well, not always. He will be going through a lot of world new people many girls will fall in love with him so it is a must for there to be a harem. After all, our main character is a handsome guy!
That's all for now. Enjoy the ride! See you in the next chapter!
See you, fellasin a week. Have a good day and a bad tomorrow.
(Just kidding. Don't send Omega curses my way.)