Chapitre 1: The Shocking Rebirth

[ Hello guys, this is my first chapter writing this fanfic. So, i hope you guys don't mind about my mistake and just enjoy it. ]

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Episode 1: The Shocking Rebirth

In a dimly lit room, posters of Marvel superheroes adorn the walls, and comic books are scattered across the floor. Caleb J. Johnson, a 17-year-old Marvel fanatic of mixed Black and Southeast Asian heritage, lounges on his bed, eyes glued to his phone while a comic book rests open on his chest. The gentle hum of his computer is the only sound accompanying the dim glow of his desk lamp. The room is a sanctuary of his passion, a shrine to the heroes he idolizes.

Caleb: "Just one more level... almost there..."

He mutters to himself, deeply engrossed in his game. The vibrant lights from his phone reflect in his eyes, a mix of blue and green hues that mirror the colors of his favorite heroes' costumes. Suddenly, a flash of lightning strikes outside, followed by a deafening thunderclap. The power surge sends a jolt through Caleb's phone and into his body. His muscles tense as the electricity courses through him.

Caleb: "Whoa! What the...?"

He barely has time to react before everything goes black. Time seems to stretch, elongating the moment into an eternity of darkness. His senses fade, leaving him in a void where the concept of time loses all meaning.

When Caleb opens his eyes again, he's floating in a vast, starry expanse. The void is serene, a stark contrast to the chaotic surge that had brought him here. He looks around, the stars twinkling like distant beacons. A figure materializes before him, glowing with a warm, ethereal light that seems to radiate peace.

Caleb: "Am I... dead?"

The figure chuckles softly, a sound that resonates through the expanse like a soothing melody.

Rob: "Technically, yes. But worry not, young one. I am Rob, a god who oversees the balance between worlds."

Caleb: "So, this isn't a dream?"

Rob: "No, Caleb. Your passion for the Marvel Universe has caught my attention. As a reward, I shall grant you three wishes."

Caleb's eyes widen with excitement. The thought of getting three wishes in this surreal, otherworldly setting sends a thrill through him.

Caleb: "For my first wish, I want the ability to copy any power or skill I see."

Rob: "Granted. Your ability will progress through stages: Basic, Advanced, Mastery, and Transcendent. You must observe the movement and absorb the power over time. It won't be instantaneous, but it will be worth it."

Caleb: "Awesome. For my second wish, make me handsome. Like, really handsome."

Rob: "Done. And your final wish?"

Caleb pauses, feeling the gravity of his last wish. He takes a deep breath, knowing exactly what he wants.

Caleb: "I want to be transmigrated to the Marvel Universe."

Rob raises an eyebrow, amused.

Rob: "Very well. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility."

Caleb: "Heh, classic line. Thanks, Rob. I won't let you down!"

Rob waves his hand, and Caleb feels a swirling sensation, as if he's being pulled through a vortex. The stars around him blur, their light stretching into streams as he is whisked away through the fabric of reality. The sensation is both exhilarating and disorienting. He loses consciousness, his last thought a mix of anticipation and awe.

When Caleb wakes up, he finds himself in a bustling city. The sound of honking cars, chattering people, and distant sirens fills the air. He looks around and recognizes the iconic skyline of New York City, the towering buildings standing tall like silent sentinels.

Caleb: "No way... This is really happening!"

The streets are alive with activity. People rush past him, engrossed in their own lives, oblivious to the extraordinary events unfolding around them. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in a store window. His new appearance is stunning, almost unreal. His features are chiseled, his eyes bright and captivating. He smirks, unable to believe his luck.

Caleb: "I look like I belong on the cover of GQ. Nice!"

As he walks down the street, he hears a commotion nearby. The sound of raised voices and a woman's cry for help cuts through the urban symphony. Without thinking, Caleb runs towards the scene, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

Thug 1: "Hand over your purse, lady!"

The thugs are rough-looking men, their expressions twisted with malice. They corner a young woman, her face pale with fear. Caleb feels a surge of anger and determination.

Caleb: "Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

The thugs turn to face him, sneering.

Thug 2: "Look at pretty boy over here. Thinks he's a hero."

Caleb feels a strange sensation in his hand. He looks down and sees it crackling with energy, blue sparks dancing across his fingers.

Caleb: 'Holy crap, I can actually use powers!'

With a swift motion, he sends a bolt of electricity towards the thugs, knocking them out cold. The energy surges through them, leaving them sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

Young Woman: "Thank you! That was amazing!"

Caleb: "No problem. Just doing my part."

He grins, feeling a sense of exhilaration. The woman retrieves her purse, her gratitude evident in her eyes. Caleb watches her leave, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. This is his chance to be a real hero, to live out the dreams he'd always had.

As he continues to explore the city, Caleb realizes the enormity of his situation. The sun begins to set, casting a warm golden glow over the skyscrapers. Shadows lengthen, and the city's neon lights start to flicker to life, creating a vibrant tapestry of colors.

Caleb: 'I'm really in the Marvel Universe. This is insane. I have to be careful and smart about this. But first... I need a hero name.'

He pauses, thinking for a moment. The city hums around him, its energy almost palpable.

Caleb: "How about... Dynamo? Yeah, that sounds cool."

With newfound determination, Caleb sets off, ready to embrace his new life as a hero in the Marvel Universe. He walks through the bustling streets, feeling a connection to the world around him. The thrill of adventure pulses through him with every step.

As he navigates the maze of streets, he notices a newsstand with the latest headlines. One paper catches his eye: "Stark Industries Announces New Tech Innovations." A smile spreads across his face as he picks up the paper, skimming through the article.

Caleb: "Tony Stark, huh? Maybe I'll get to meet Iron Man."

The thought of meeting his heroes, the people he had only ever seen in comics and movies, fills him with excitement. He makes a mental note to find Stark Tower and perhaps even introduce himself.

Night falls, and the city transforms. The neon lights create a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting off the glass buildings. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the distant hum of traffic. Caleb finds himself in Times Square, the heart of New York City, where the lights are brightest, and the energy is electric.

As he stands in the middle of the bustling square, he feels a sense of belonging. The world is vast and full of possibilities, and for the first time, he feels like he's truly a part of it.

Caleb: 'This is it. This is where I start my journey.'

His mind races with plans and ideas. He needs to find a place to stay, establish a base of operations, and most importantly, start figuring out how to control and master his new powers. The ability to copy any power or skill he sees opens up endless possibilities, but it requires time and effort to reach different stages: Basic, Advanced, Mastery, and Transcendent.

Caleb: "First things first, I need to find a place to crash."

He decides to head towards Queens, hoping to find a quieter neighborhood to gather his thoughts and plan his next move. As he walks, he feels the weight of his decision, the responsibility that comes with his new abilities. But along with it, he feels a sense of purpose.

The journey to Queens takes him through various neighborhoods, each with its own unique character. He passes through Chinatown, where the air is filled with the aroma of exotic foods and the vibrant chatter of its residents. The lights and signs create a lively atmosphere, a stark contrast to the quieter, more residential areas he soon enters.

Caleb: "This city is incredible. So much life and diversity."

Finally, he arrives in a quieter part of Queens. The streets are lined with trees, and the houses are quaint, a stark contrast to the bustling metropolis he had left behind. He finds a park bench and sits down, taking a moment to reflect.

Caleb: 'Okay, Dynamo. What's the plan?'

He remembers Rob's words: "With great power comes great responsibility." The phrase echoes in his mind, a reminder of the path he has chosen. He doesn't need allies, but making friends wouldn't hurt. It would help him blend in and provide a semblance of normalcy in this extraordinary situation.

Caleb: "Maybe I should start by finding Spider-Man. He's from Queens, right?"

The idea excites him. Meeting Spider-Man, a hero he had admired for so long, seems like a logical first step. He just needs to figure out how to find him.

As he sits there, lost in thought, a sudden realization hits him. He has the ability to copy any power or skill he sees, but it requires observation and absorption over time. It's not an instantaneous process; it requires effort and patience. To truly master a power, he needs to progress through the stages: Basic, Advanced, Mastery, and Transcendent.

Caleb: "Alright. First things first, find a place to stay. Then, start looking for Spider-Man."

He pulls out his phone, hoping it still works in this universe. To his relief, it does. He checks the date and time: it's early August 2010. He remembers from his extensive Marvel knowledge that Peter Parker gets his powers around this time. He's got about a month before that happens.

Caleb: "Perfect timing. Let's get to work."

With a determined stride, Caleb sets off into the city, ready to embrace the adventure that awaits him.