Bab 1: Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: The Awakening
Alex blinked slowly, his mind swimming through a fog thick with disorientation and something… new. As his vision cleared, he found himself lying on a bench beneath a pale, sprawling sky. No familiar ceiling above him, no buzz of his apartment refrigerator nearby. Instead, the distant rumble of traffic and the scent of hot dogs. A glimpse of New York City skyscrapers filled his line of sight, stretching like iron giants into the sky.
This wasn't home. He was certain of that.
A thousand fragmented thoughts crashed through him as he bolted upright. He looked down and patted his body, confirming the feel of his hands, the beat of his heart, the solid, tangible reality of everything around him. And then… something strange happened.
As his mind grappled with the confusion, his thoughts began racing—no, more than racing, accelerating. He felt each synapse fire, as if in rapid succession, a chain reaction of cognition lighting up his mind like fireworks. Details he would have otherwise ignored became crisp and clear. The grains of the wooden bench beneath him, the torn edges of a discarded newspaper on the ground, even the distant chatter of tourists that carried on the wind became part of his awareness. A thousand inputs, all funneling into him, processed and categorized with startling efficiency.
"Hyper-cognition," he murmured aloud, the word forming from some part of him that instinctively recognized what was happening. He knew that term—vaguely. Something about a superhuman processing capability, the ability to observe and analyze data at speeds far beyond the norm. But this? This was beyond the limits of theory. This was living.
As he sat there, absorbing this impossible ability, a series of nearby sounds caught his attention. He turned his head, and his eyes automatically pinpointed the source: a woman in a crowded plaza, arguing with a street vendor. Only it wasn't simply seeing her that felt strange. In an instant, he understood the context of her anger. Her coat had a tear near the pocket, likely from reaching into her bag in haste, and her body language—a tight jaw, fingers clenched—suggested frustration, fatigue, maybe even fear. All of it became a set of mental data points that painted her emotional state and probable intentions in broad, flashing colors.
A pang of panic hit him, a realization like ice water down his spine. Was he really in New York? Had he somehow ended up in the Marvel Universe? He had read enough comics to recognize the telltale skyline, the iconic landmarks, but he was still clinging to a thread of disbelief. He needed more proof.
Scrambling to his feet, Alex walked—no, stumbled—through the crowded plaza, glancing around for any sign to orient himself. It took only seconds to identify details he couldn't ignore. A billboard overhead flashed an ad featuring Tony Stark Industries, and on a digital ticker below, he caught a headline:
"Spider-Man Saves Dozens in Queens Bridge Incident."
His breath caught. This wasn't some elaborate dream or prank; he was here, in a world of superheroes and villains, standing in the Marvel Universe.
A thousand questions buzzed in his mind, but one dominated the rest: Why?
With each passing second, his hyper-cognitive ability continued to adjust, expanding his awareness in ways that both thrilled and terrified him. He felt like he could reach out and touch the entire plaza, as though each person's story, every building's history, was within arm's reach. Even the air felt charged with the weight of possibility. He could practically feel the electrical pulses within himself as his mind processed information at speeds that should have been impossible.
Yet, despite all this awareness, he had no answers.
Focus, he told himself, hoping to rein in the unrelenting stream of information. He needed to figure out what to do next, a starting point in this world of legends. His mind raced, running through potential options, calculating outcomes, ruling out any option that might put him at risk before he understood more.
In a moment of clarity, he reached for his phone, praying it worked here. To his surprise, it did, though there was an odd distortion in the icons as if they'd been… translated. He brushed aside the thought and quickly searched for "Avengers" to gather any background knowledge he could confirm. Articles flooded the screen, and his eyes scanned them at blinding speed, absorbing the headlines, articles, and even the sources with the precision of a seasoned researcher. He understood with ease not just what the Avengers were, but how they fit into this universe's complex structure of alliances, conflicts, and government oversight.
His hyper-cognition was an incredible asset, but it had limits. Information came at him in an onslaught of data, patterns forming and re-forming in his mind, only to fall apart and rebuild as he processed each piece. The sheer volume overwhelmed him, making his head pound.
"Okay, okay," he muttered, pressing his fingers to his temples. He took a deep breath, willing his mind to slow down, to filter through the most essential details rather than everything at once. Organize. Prioritize. Filter.
It worked, to some extent. The tidal wave of data eased into something more manageable, though still a constant hum in his awareness. He took another breath, feeling the first tendrils of control over this wild new ability.
But he couldn't stand here forever. He needed somewhere to think, a place where he could sit and focus without the distractions of people milling about, the constant buzz of activity.
As he walked away from the plaza, he noticed his perception seemed to stretch ahead of him, calculating potential dangers, mapping out routes, creating contingencies for nearly every step. Every movement was analyzed, every gesture cataloged. It was as if his mind had become the ultimate strategist, placing him in an ongoing game of chess with the entire city.
He eventually found a small coffee shop on a quiet corner. As he entered, his senses immediately assessed the layout of the room, the number of patrons, and possible escape routes. He noted the barista's slightly pained smile, the subtle signs of exhaustion in her posture. In another life, he might have let those observations slide, but now, they were merely background noise in a much larger picture.
Ordering a coffee, he sank into a corner seat and let his mind wander, absorbing the enormity of his situation.
What now? he thought, gripping the edge of the table. If I'm really here, what do I do with this power? The idea of confronting the Marvel Universe's challenges alone was overwhelming, but the possibilities also exhilarated him. With this hyper-cognition, he could learn any skill, anticipate threats, even keep up with some of the greatest minds here.
But he was an anomaly, and he'd read enough Marvel lore to know that the world didn't treat anomalies kindly.
Then again, he wasn't just a spectator in this world now. He was an active player, someone with the potential to make real change—if he could survive the inevitable dangers. He could help. Or he could destroy.
As he sipped his coffee, Alex's mind continued to race, formulating his next steps, calculating possibilities, assessing risks. There were too many unknowns, but one thing was clear.
He was no longer the person he used to be. In this universe, he had become something entirely new.
And his journey was just beginning.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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