Jack woke up face-down in the dirt — and yeah, that was definitely not how he remembered falling asleep. Last thing he remembered? Chillin' with his friends. And now? He was in the middle of some random-ass forest, wearing an oversized black t-shirt and baggy pants. At least he looked kinda cool. Not just... sloppy.
"Awesome. Just freakin' awesome," he muttered, spitting out a leaf. "Note to self: never drink with the crew again. I don't even like drinking. This is exactly why — you black out and wake up in the woods like some kinda gremlin."
Hold up. Gremlin?
Jack looked down at himself. Something felt... off. He squinted.
Wait a sec. Was he... shorter?
And uh — why were his feet bare?
"Okay, this is officially weird. Even for a hangover," he said, stumbling through the trees till he found a river. "Lemme just splash my face and figure out what the hell's going on."
He got down on one knee by the water — and the second he saw his reflection, he almost yeeted himself backward.
Silver hair. Bright-ass blue eyes. And a face that was so not his.
"WHAT THE F—"
He started scrubbing his face like crazy, hoping it was some kinda dumb prank makeup. Nope. Reflection stayed the same.
And then — bam. Like a mental sledgehammer to the brain, a flood of memories came rushing in. Not his memories.
Stuff about Darth Nihilus. Star Wars Legends stuff. Combat training. Force powers. And the wild realization that he was now in the freaking MCU — before any of the movies even kicked off.
Also? Apparently, his soul picked Killua's face as its avatar when he got tossed into this world.
"Cool," Jack muttered, slumping down against a tree. "I'm a fourteen-year-old anime boy in Marvel world with a Sith Lord's brain. This is either peak life or straight-up nightmare fuel."
He dug into his pocket — and yep, there it was. A passport, a visa, and a sleek black card with a note stuck on:
"Credit card has unlimited funds. Enjoy!"
Jack blinked, then cracked a grin.
"Well... at least whoever dumped me here's got a sense of humor."
Jack sat by the river, processing everything Darth Nihilus's memories had given him. The Sith Lord's feats were... impressive, to put it mildly.
Nihilus could drain entire planets of life through the Force. He'd consumed worlds, turned starships into dust with a thought, and wielded lightsabers that could cut through nearly anything. He could manipulate gravity, create Force storms, and his mastery of the dark side was so complete that he'd become more Force entity than man.
"Okay," Jack said, standing up and brushing off his pants. "I am way too overpowered for the MCU. At least no God or one above all but MCU yea?."
To test his abilities, he focused on a nearby tree. Through the Force, he could feel every fiber, every cell, every molecule that made up the massive oak. With a gentle push of his will, he began compressing it.
The tree didn't just fall – it imploded. Bark, branches, leaves, and trunk all crushed inward until what had been a thirty-foot tree was now a perfectly spherical ball the size of a pearl, floating in his palm.
"Holy shit," Jack whispered, then grinned. "Okay, that's actually pretty cool. Good thing I only got his memories and skills, not his personality. I really don't want to become a planet-eating psychopath."
He pocketed the tree-pearl and started walking through the forest, looking for civilization. The Force flowed through him naturally now, enhancing his senses, his reflexes, his understanding of the world around him.
After about an hour of walking, he finally found a road.