Chapter: Arrival in the Marvel World — A Conversation with God
The air was different here.
Tall buildings of steel and glass stretched toward the sky, but there were no Avengers yet, no flying suits of armor, no iconic heroes. The world was raw, full of hidden potential, yet untouched by the legends that would one day shape it.
Akira adjusted his cloak, his sharp elven features hidden under a simple hood as he walked through the busy streets of New York. The year? Unknown precisely, but he could sense—this was long before Tony Stark became Iron Man. Before the world realized just how strange and dangerous it could be.
In his mind, a familiar voice echoed, warm and amused like that of an old, mischievous grandfather.
"Enjoying the sights, Akira?" came the voice of God, playful and teasing.
Akira smirked and answered through telepathy, focusing his thoughts like sharpened arrows.
"I thought you said this world would be interesting, but so far, all I see are yellow taxis and humans in a rush to nowhere."
God chuckled softly, the sound like the rustling of ancient pages or the boiling of tea in a pot.
"Patience, my boy. Even great trees start as seeds. Besides, you saved your last world, remember? Those monsters would've turned it to dust if not for you."
Akira's emerald eyes narrowed as he slipped into a quiet alley, away from the bustling crowd.
"You never answered my question, old man. Why send me here? What do you want me to do?"
The voice paused, filled with amusement—and something deeper.
"You think I always have some grand mission for you? Sometimes… it's about curiosity. Fun. Influence. Or maybe… prevention."
Akira crossed his arms, leaning casually against the brick wall.
"Prevention?"
"This world will face threats unlike any other," God explained, his tone shifting, becoming more serious beneath the humor. "Aliens, sorcerers, gods, cosmic beings… Eventually, a man in a suit of iron, a soldier frozen in time, and a team will rise to protect this place. But until then? Chaos brews beneath the surface."
Akira's fingers tapped lightly against the hilt of his hidden dagger.
"So, I'm here to interfere early. Lay foundations. Protect the timeline?"
The old man's laugh returned, light and full of fondness.
"You? Interfere? You do more than interfere, Akira—you reshape worlds. You introduce possibilities others can't even dream of. Your store, your magic, your creations—they're ripples that be
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"Messing? No, guiding? Absolutely." God's voice sof"Besides, I trust you more than most. You care about life—different races, different worlds—you've never been bound by arrogan
Akira's gaze drifted upward to the endless skysc
"So, no rigid mission? Just… explore? Influence? Watch?"
"Exactly. Sell your wares. Meet their geniuses before they become legends. Plant seeds of unity before division grows too deep."
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He would sell innovation disguised as mystery. Influence powerful minds. Perhaps even nudge the future just enough t
"And if things spiral?" Akira asked, his tone darker.
"You handle it, like always," God replied with a chuckle. "You're good at cleaning
Akira exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head.
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And he was ready to turn the Marvel Universe on its head—one enchanted pr
The game was only beginning.