Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: Transmigration
Arthur jolted awake, his head pounding. The harsh fluorescent lights above him were a far cry from the soft glow of his bedside lamp. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and froze. This wasn't his bedroom.
Instead of his cozy apartment, he found himself in a sterile, white room lined with rows of identical beds. Men and women in dark uniforms bustled about, some still asleep, others making their beds with military precision.
"What the hell?" Arthur muttered, his voice coming out deeper than expected. He looked down at his hands, then did a double-take. These weren't his hands – they were larger, more calloused, belonging to someone who clearly knew their way around a fight.
Heart racing, Arthur scrambled out of bed and rushed to a nearby mirror. The face staring back at him was not his own. Instead of his familiar features, he saw a young man with short brown hair, chiseled jawline, and piercing blue eyes.
"Okay, don't panic," he whispered to himself. "There's got to be a logical explanation for this. Maybe it's a dream? Or a very elaborate prank?"
But even as he thought it, Arthur knew this was all too real. The sounds, the smells, the feel of the cold floor beneath his feet – it was all too vivid to be a dream.
A stern voice cut through his spiraling thoughts: "Agent Thompson! Why aren't you dressed yet? Formation in five minutes!"
Arthur spun around to see an older woman with short grey hair glaring at him. She wore a crisp black uniform with an eagle insignia that looked vaguely familiar, though he couldn't quite place it.
"I... uh... sorry, ma'am," he stammered, straightening his posture instinctively. "I'll be ready right away."
The woman's eyes narrowed, but she gave a curt nod before moving on to berate another recruit. Arthur rushed to the foot of his bed. A neatly folded uniform identical to the others lay waiting.
As he hurriedly dressed, Arthur's mind raced. Somehow, impossibly, he seemed to be in someone else's body. Not just anyone's body, but apparently a recruit for some kind of military or paramilitary organization. The question was: why? And more importantly, how?
"Thompson! Move it!" The grey-haired woman barked again.
Arthur quickly finished dressing and fell into line with the other recruits. They marched out of the dormitory and into a massive underground facility. Everywhere he looked, he saw things that seemed straight out of a spy movie – advanced technology, weapons that looked like they came from the future, and that eagle logo prominently displayed.
As they entered a cavernous training area, Arthur tried to calm his nerves. Panicking wouldn't help. He needed to stay alert, gather information, and figure out what was going on.
The recruits lined up in perfect rows as a tall, imposing black man with an eyepatch strode to the front of the room. Arthur felt a jolt of recognition, though he couldn't quite place why this man seemed familiar.
"Listen up, people," the man's voice boomed across the room. "You've all been handpicked as the best and brightest. But that doesn't mean squat here. From this moment on, you're nothing. Less than nothing. It's our job to tear you down and build you back up as agents worthy of S.H.I.E.L.D."
Arthur's eyes widened. S.H.I.E.L.D.? As in, the secret organization from Marvel comics and movies? But that was impossible. Wasn't it?
"The world is changing," the man – who had to be Nick Fury – continued, pacing in front of them. "Threats are evolving. It's not enough to be the best humanity has to offer anymore. We need to push beyond those limits."
A chill ran down Arthur's spine. If this really was the Marvel universe, then those "threats" could be anything from alien invasions to reality-warping supervillains.
"That's why you're here. Project: Vanguard. Each of you has been enhanced in some way. Augmented. Improved. You will be our new frontline against threats too big for standard agents, but not quite Avengers-level. You're the scalpel to their hammer."
Arthur tried to keep his face neutral, but his mind was reeling. Enhanced? Him? He didn't feel any different, aside from suddenly inhabiting a much fitter body. Then again, he hadn't exactly had time to test himself...
"Over the next few months, you'll undergo the most grueling training program on the planet," Fury's eye seemed to bore into each of them in turn. "Half of you won't make it. But those who do will help shape the future of global security."
With that ominous statement, Fury turned on his heel and strode out of the room. The grey-haired woman from earlier stepped forward.
"Alright, maggots!" she bellowed. "I'm Senior Agent Chen. For the next twelve weeks, I own you. You eat when I say eat, sleep when I say sleep, and piss when I say piss. Any questions?"
Silence reigned. Arthur had about a million questions, but he knew better than to voice them. If this really was the Marvel universe, he needed to be careful. One wrong move could have catastrophic consequences.
"Good," Chen nodded sharply. "We'll start with a little physical assessment. Ten-mile run, followed by the obstacle course. Anyone who can't keep up gets recycled back to basic. Move out!"
The recruits started jogging towards a massive set of doors. Arthur fell in line, his heart pounding with more than just exertion. He had no idea what he was capable of in this body. What if he failed spectacularly and got kicked out of S.H.I.E.L.D. before he could figure out what was going on?
As they emerged into the sunlight, Arthur got his first look at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility from the outside. It was a sprawling complex of sleek buildings and training grounds, surrounded by dense forest. In the distance, he could make out the shape of what had to be a Helicarrier.
The group set off at a punishing pace. To Arthur's surprise, he found himself keeping up without too much trouble. This new body was clearly in peak physical condition. As mile after mile flew by, he slowly began to relax. Maybe he could do this after all.
The run and subsequent obstacle course passed in a blur of exertion and adrenaline. Arthur found himself performing far better than he ever thought possible, his body moving with a grace and power he'd never experienced before.
As the day's training wound down, Arthur was exhausted but exhilarated. He had not only survived but excelled. Whatever was happening to him, whatever strange twist of fate had brought him here, he was determined to make the most of it.
Just as he was heading back to the barracks, an explosion rocked the facility. Alarms blared as smoke began to rise from one of the nearby buildings. Chaos erupted as recruits scattered, unsure of what to do.
"We're under attack!" Chen shouted, drawing a weapon. "All recruits, fall back to-"
Her words were cut off as a massive, armored figure smashed through the perimeter fence. It was at least twelve feet tall, with glowing red eyes and arms that ended in vicious-looking weapons.
"Cosmic energy detected," the mechanical voice boomed. "Threat level: BETA. Commencing termination protocols."
As the monstrous robot began to lay waste to the training grounds, Arthur felt a surge of fear and excitement. This was it – his first real test in this new reality. Could he live up to the challenges of this world?
Suddenly, a strange calm washed over him. A translucent screen shimmered into existence before his eyes, displaying text:
[Template System Activated]
[Analyzing Host...]
[Compatibility: 78%]
[Initializing...]
[Template: Gojo Satoru - Jujutsu Kaisen]
[Loading Basic Abilities...]
Arthur stared in disbelief as information flooded his mind. Techniques, fighting styles, and the fundamentals of Jujutsu sorcery all slotted neatly into place as if he'd known them his entire life.
The system hummed to life once more, this time displaying a new message:
[Advanced Abilities Unlocked]
[Warning: Use of these abilities may have unforeseen consequences]
[Proceed? Y/N]
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