Chapitre 2: Chapter Two(2)
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5 Years Later, Smith Household
A little over five years had passed since James was reborn, and in simple terms, everything was going well for him.
James had been reborn into the Smith family—not too rich, not too poor, though definitely below middle class.
Despite their modest means, they ensured he never lacked anything. Of course, James never caused them much worry either. After all, he had a reincarnator's reputation to uphold.
The family was currently led by Grandma Lucy, following an unspoken tradition: the eldest takes charge.
Grandpa had led before, though his decisions weren't absolute. Still, they carried weight because everyone knew he always had the family's best interests at heart.
He had passed away a few months ago, leaving Grandma to take over.
James still wasn't entirely sure who his direct relatives were, given how large the family was.
The immediate household consisted of him, his mother—Anna Smith—his grandmother—Lucy Smith—and his two aunts, Mary and Michelle Smith.
As for the others, they were either distant relatives or something along those lines. Most had jobs and contributed financially, ensuring the family never lived in luxury but never lacked essentials.
James had also figured out where he was. It wasn't difficult once he started paying attention to the radio and TV news.
It had been a challenge—most kids his age would fall asleep during the news—but he had managed.
A year ago, a man named Anthony Stark took over his father's company, Stark Industries. That was all James needed to confirm he was in the Marvel Multiverse.
Which specific universe, however, was still a mystery. He was an MCU fan, but things weren't aligning with the MCU's storyline.
In this world, Stark's parents had died in a plane crash. There were also companies and countries present that existed only in the comics.
For example, Rand Industries was real, and a country called Latveria existed.
With that, James concluded he was in a comic-based Marvel universe.
The problem? Marvel Comics had an absurdly vast multiverse—Earth-616, Earth-1610, and many others.
James had no real idea which one he was in. He had been a casual MCU fan and a passive comic reader, never deeply invested.
But now? Now, he had to recall every tiny detail that could help him survive in this chaotic universe.
Purple titans wiping out life to impress their girlfriends. Gods treating mortals like toys. Cosmic beings devouring planets—or realities—on a whim.
James didn't care how, but he would survive.
And maybe… just maybe… he'd protect this new family that was growing on him.
"James, are you in there?" an elderly voice called from behind his door.
"Yes, Grandma. The door is open," James replied, hurriedly tidying his room.
"Hmmm… My grandson has really grown. If I hadn't watched you grow up, I wouldn't believe it," Grandma said as she suddenly hugged him out of nowhere.
"Of course, I'll grow up! I'll definitely grow up to be rich and powerful!" James responded with childish innocence—though his eyes told a different story.
Grandma saw the determination burning in them.
"That's good, then. You'll have to carry me and give me piggyback rides, eh?" she joked, pinching his cheeks.
James laughed. He was closer to his grandma than anyone else in the family.
"That reminds me—your mom said you needed help with your assignment?" Grandma asked.
"Here," James said, passing his book to her.
"Hmm… Don't you think it's a bit early to be asking this kind of question?" she mused. "Anyway, James, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Eh? I don't know. I wanna be like Tony Stark, but Grandpa said he's a fool. Still, I don't care—I wanna be so rich that Mom won't have to work anymore!" James replied innocently.
Of course, in reality, being a rich bastard like Tony Stark would only be the beginning of his reign.
"That's good. But do you know why Grandpa said Tony Stark is a fool?"
"Because he is a fool?" James grinned cheekily, teasing her.
"No, dear. A friend of mine once told me, 'With great power comes great responsibility.' Tony Stark has power, but he doesn't handle the responsibility that comes with it.
"He creates problems for everyone in his company, and he's disrespectful. I don't want you to be like Tony Stark—I want you to be better," Grandma said, rubbing his head.
'Oh wow, no pressure. Just lay it all on the child,' James thought sarcastically.
'Wait… a friend? Did she just say she knew the Parkers?'
"Okay, Grandma! I'll definitely be better than Tony Stark!"
"That's good. Now write 'CEO' here. You want to be the CEO of a big company, right?" she said, pointing to the spot in his book.
James could do all this himself—he was a grown man in a child's body—but the school clearly wanted him to consult his parents.
And, well… who doesn't love bothering others?
As for being a CEO of some massive corporation? That was too small for him.
He didn't just want a company—he wanted one the world couldn't live without.
He wanted to rule the world.
But at the moment, he was just a normal five-year-old—albeit one with infinite resources.
For now, James was still combing through his memories, trying to figure out the best way to become powerful using the Resource Dimension.
He had many options to gain godlike power, but there was a catch—he had no idea if they would all work.
During his wish, he had carefully worded his request. The Being probably noticed his trickery but chose to ignore it.
James had wished for the dimension to contain infinite amounts of every resource the Being knew.
His knowledge of "resources" was limited—but that Being? It was omniscient.
Or at least, close enough.
Even if it wasn't, it still knew far more than James.
As a result, the Resource Dimension contained insane materials, some of which James had absolutely no idea about.
Fortunately, he had asked to be informed about everything he extracted.
He had access to materials from every fictional and non-fictional universe in existence.
Just a few hours ago, he had been playing with a small piece of green kryptonite.
It was tiny—just enough to fit in his palm—but it was real.
He had brought kryptonite from the DC Universe into Marvel.
Which meant he could bring a lot more.
Vibranium? Not a problem.
Adamantium? Not a problem.
Food, both alien and Earth-like? Not an issue.
The real problem was whether miracle metals from other universes would work as intended here.
4 Years Later – 11:00 PM, Smith Residence
James lay on his bed, flashlight in hand, arranging pillows to muffle any noise.
Next, he gagged himself with a clean cloth.
Then, he flailed his limbs rapidly—testing his soundproofing. Thankfully, it worked.
"Please, God, One Above All, The Presence, Yahweh, Allah—whichever name you prefer—please let me survive this without too much change," James whispered, staring at the ceiling.
He was about to attempt the impossible.
With a literal dimension filled with magical and unknown resources, he had become more radical in his search for a survival plan.
His first idea had been to import overpowered materials from other universes.
Two stood out.
Element X from DC.
And Dilustel metal—the stuff that made Captain Atom.
Either one could instantly make him a god.
Element X allowed reality manipulation on a multiversal scale.
Dilustel? It let users manipulate everything on a quantum level.
At that point, scale became irrelevant.
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