Acquiring a Low-Level Dimension in the Marvel Universe
Auteur: Peaceful_villager© WebNovel
Chapitre 1: chapter 1
In a grocery store on one side of a neighborhood in Stanford, a man in his thirties sat with simple features, a thin face, and tired, sunken eyes that reflected his exhaustion and lack of sleep. He wore simple yet clean worn-out clothes. One of his hands dangled while the other absentmindedly stroked his beard as he gazed up at the ceiling. His mind was in a struggle between repainting the peeling ceiling or procrastinating the matter, until a sudden shout brought him back to reality.
"Morning papers! Get the latest news and updates!"
Prompted by this, he stood up, took some coins from the cash box, and called out to the newspaper vendor.
"Jack the Younger here."
The vendor, a skinny 13-year-old boy in oversized clothes and a familiar cap, approached and handed him a newspaper, engaging in conversation.
"Your daily paper, sir."
"How have you been these days?" the man asked as he handed the money to the boy.
"Times are tough but improving. My dad got a new job, thanks to God."
"I'm glad to hear that, young man."
"Thanks. Now I should get going." The man smiled as he watched the boy walk away. The boy had been delivering newspapers to him for three years. He then sat down, opened the newspaper, and noticed the date
6 July 1980.
As he read the news, he sold groceries to regular customers, engaging in occasional chats and playing games from the paper. By one o'clock, he placed the newspaper on the table, preparing to close the store for his afternoon nap, as the townspeople expected.
After locking up the shop, he entered his home through a small door adjacent to it. He felt his way along the wall to find the light switch. As the lights brightened the simple living room, he treaded toward the basement rather than his bed in the bedroom.
His footsteps maintained a steady pace, unfazed even on the staircase. He paused briefly only to ensure the basement door was securely shut. Upon reaching the basement and switching on the lights, an inexplicable and astonishing sight unfolded – one that the English language might struggle to capture.
The basement held minimal furnishings and possessions, if it could even be called a basement. It was nearly bare, save for a black leather chair and a small table with an aged newspaper placed beside it. However, the centerpiece was a glass box, approximately a meter tall, positioned in front of the chair.
The reason the English language falls short is due to what's inside the box—a galaxy. Not figuratively, conceptually, or hyperbolically. A velvety extension of the universe, a symphony of stardust where ethereal nebulae brush against the fabric of space, casting delicate hues of amethyst and sapphire. Brilliant stars, like diamond droplets, pirouette across the fabric of night. Amidst it all, a captivating luminous heart radiates, casting its brilliance onto suspended planets, akin to the most exquisite sculpture of nature. Time itself seems to melt into the horizon and gravitate toward immense black holes that angrily puncture the fabric of reality.
The problem is that this beauty and infinite vastness are confined within the glass confines that don't exceed a meter. All this vast area does not exceed twenty centime
The galaxy is suspended in the center, defying the Earth's massive gravity, enveloped by an elliptical semi-transparent membrane. This might sound like the ramblings of a drug-induced mind that has taken an expired overdose, but it's indeed real, not a hallucination. However, this sight doesn't deter the man from approaching and sitting quietly in the chair. Despite his peculiar gaze, it doesn't reflect surprise or disbelief, suggesting that this spectacle isn't unfamiliar to him. It's as if this isn't the first time he's encountered it, leading one to question whether the man is of sound mind or perhaps under the influence of drugs as well.
These thoughts didn't cross the man's mind as his fingers traced the edges of the table upon which the newspaper lay, lost in contemplation.
The faded and yellowed newspaper hinted at its age, with most of the visible characters disjointed and incomplete due to fading ink. Nonetheless, anyone with normal vision could discern the image on it. Despite its incomplete state, a shadowy, tall figure was apparent. He wore tight, vibrant blue and white attire and held a circular shield adorned with stars—the emblem of the United States. The outfit as a whole, along with the shield, raised questions about the peculiar inclinations and patriotism of the person who conceived such attire.
However, in this time and country, no one dared to voice such questions. After all, this individual was Colonel Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, who played a significant role in World War II and remained an exclusive symbol of America.
That newspaper was the second biggest shock after the shock of crossing into this world. Yes, he was never a resident of the original world. It was just an ordinary day in his own world until he stumbled and fell to the ground. And when he stood up, he found himself in a different street, not even a second passed between the fall and standing up until he found himself in different places, different historical eras, and even his own history had changed. He discovered that he had a family in this world, but he couldn't remember anything about them.
The situation was so surreal that it took him days to come to terms with it. He had to resort to lying about his memory loss since he literally knew nothing. His limited English skills made the deception convincing, leaving his parents deeply saddened. He spent 8 years in this world until he fully adapted. However, he faced a second shock shortly after the first. A few days later, he glanced at the newspaper on his table, lost his balance due to the shock, and eventually calmed down a bit after the initial shock
Before succumbing to fear in this cursed world, he reminded himself of his situation and found solace. Living in a period untouched by the world's conflicts, there were no political or economic crises in America that could disrupt his life. Supernatural events seemed absent, or at least events that might affect him. The era of heroes wouldn't start until he reached his sixties. As long as he obediently stayed in this city, he would avoid many headaches. Even the problems that might arise would likely occur only when there's grass growing on his grave.
Of course, all this assumes following the majority of comic book releases or the MCU. And so, he returned to his usual idleness until his parents passed away almost four years ago during one of their trips. He survived because he hadn't gone with them. After the funeral, several months later, while moving furniture, he stumbled upon the sight before him.
He recalls falling and covering himself as if threatened by a hand grenade when he saw a galaxy-sized sample in his basement. Summoning his courage at that moment, he approached the galaxy. When he didn't sense danger, he touched the semi-transparent membrane. He wishes he hadn't, for he lost consciousness for an indefinite period afterward. When he woke up, he found his mind partitioned by the influx of information that had overwhelmed him. It took several minutes for him to comprehend and sort out his situation.
He realizes that the low-level galaxy in his basement is reminiscent of comic book scenarios, especially recalling a random reading about a character named Tim Booba. The issue isn't just the presence of a galaxy in his basement, but the fact that he has become the master of this mentioned dimension. While he lacks the control of some overlords like Dormammu, he's capable of making minor alterations. This newfound power excites him, but he's dampened by the reminder that this planet has a landlord who dislikes non-tenanted lands on his turf, and several other crazies with a penchant for dimension-hopping candies, leaving him vulnerable.
He sighs, tired eyes rubbing as he gazes at the source of his troubles and creations within this realm.
At least he benefited a little from this
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This chapter served as both an experiment and a beginning for a new story I'm embarking on. Regrettably, it stands as the lone chapter for now. However, I have plans to produce ten chapters exclusively for my Patreon supporters. Should the novel receive a positive response, I'm considering releasing chapters ahead of time on the website.
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