Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: A New Beginning (edited)
Marcus Williams had always been an ordinary guy with extraordinary dreams. Growing up, he had been captivated by tales of superheroes—their incredible powers, their unwavering sense of justice. They represented the ultimate good, the pinnacle of what humans could aspire to become. Yet, as he got older, Marcus became increasingly disillusioned with the real world, where power often corrupted, and the lines between good and evil blurred.
It was during one of his late-night marathons of "The Boys," a show that starkly contrasted the idealistic superheroes of his childhood, that Marcus's life took an unexpected turn. He was walking home after his part-time shift at a convenience store, headphones blasting his favorite podcast. The streets were quiet, and the cool night air helped to clear his mind. He was deep in thought, replaying the twisted events of the latest episode in his head, when he noticed the headlights of a truck speeding toward him. There was no time to react. The last thing he saw was the blinding light, and then—nothing.
When Marcus opened his eyes, he was no longer on the street. Instead, he found himself in a place that felt both surreal and disorienting. It was an expanse of endless white, a void with no beginning or end, and in the center of this void, Marcus floated weightlessly. Panic gripped him as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Was he dead? Dreaming?
"Welcome, Marcus Williams," a calm, authoritative voice echoed around him. The voice was neither male nor female, and it carried a sense of inevitability that made Marcus feel like he was speaking to something far beyond his comprehension.
"Who…who are you?" Marcus stammered, struggling to find his voice. "Where am I?"
"You are in the transition between worlds," the voice responded, its tone unwavering. "You have been chosen for a unique opportunity—a chance to be reborn into a world where your dreams of power can become reality."
Marcus's mind raced. Transition between worlds? Reborn? This had to be a dream, or maybe a side effect of the truck accident. But the voice continued before he could protest.
"I am the System," it explained. "You have been selected to enter the universe of 'The Boys.' However, there is a condition. To unlock the full potential of the powers you desire, you must complete a two- year training regimen: the same regimen Saitama, the One Punch Man, endured."
Marcus's breath caught in his throat. The words sounded like a cruel joke. Saitama's training was legendary—100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every single day, with no air conditioning or heating, for three years. It was supposed to be a satire, a comically absurd routine that resulted in unfathomable power. And now, this "System" was asking him to do it for two years.
"Wait, wait, wait," Marcus finally managed to say. "You're telling me that I'll get Superman's powers if I do this? And I'll be in the world of 'The Boys'?"
"Yes," the System replied, its voice as unyielding as ever. "But know this: the world of 'The Boys' is not a kind one. It is filled with danger, deceit, and death. Your journey will be perilous. Do you accept?"
Marcus hesitated. The world of "The Boys" was brutal—corrupt superheroes, shady corporations, and a society teetering on the edge of chaos. It was nothing like the heroic tales he grew up with. But then again, this was his chance to be more than just an ordinary guy. This was his chance to be Superman.
"I accept," Marcus said, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead.
The moment he spoke, the white void around him began to dissolve, replaced by darkness. He felt a tugging sensation, as though he were being pulled through space and time, his very essence being reshaped. When the darkness faded, Marcus found himself lying on a bed in a small, dimly lit room.
He sat up quickly, his heart racing. The room was plain, almost spartan, with a single bed, a wooden desk, and a small closet. There was a mirror on the wall, and when Marcus caught sight of his reflection, his breath caught. The face staring back at him was younger, paler, and completely unfamiliar. He looked to be about eighteen years old, with messy brown hair and striking blue eyes. This was not his face, yet it was now his.
"Welcome to your new life," the System's voice echoed in his mind. "You are currently of identity as Marcus Hayes, a 26-year-old staff member at Vought International. Your training begins now."
Marcus's mind reeled as he tried to process the memories he had received. He had been reborn into the body of Marcus Hayes, an employee at Vought—the same Vought International that controlled the world's superheroes, including the infamous Seven. His thoughts raced, the implications of this new life dawning on him. He was now living in a world where heroes were corrupt, where power was everything, and where the stakes were life and death.
But there was no time to dwell on the past or to question how he had ended up here. Marcus knew what he had to do. The System had given him a clear goal: complete the training regimen and unlock the powers of Superman. He quickly dressed in the plain clothes he found in the closet—a simple white shirt and jeans—and stepped out of the apartment.
The city outside was a grim reflection of the New York he once knew. The skyline was dominated by Vought Tower, a towering symbol of the corporation's iron grip on the world. The streets were bustling with people, but there was an undercurrent of fear and unease that Marcus could sense immediately. This was not the idealized world of superheroes he had once imagined.
Determined to start his training immediately, Marcus found a nearby park where he could begin the regimen. The first day was hell. The push-ups burned his arms, the sit-ups strained his core, and the squats felt like they were ripping his legs apart. By the time he finished the ten-kilometer run, Marcus was gasping for breath, his entire body screaming in protest. But he didn't stop. He couldn't afford to.
Every day for the next two years, Marcus followed the same routine. He woke up before dawn, completed the training, and then went to his job at Vought. His work was mundane—filing paperwork, fetching coffee, attending to the whims of higher-ups—but it provided him with valuable information. He learned the inner workings of the corporation, the power dynamics between the Supes, and the deep-seated corruption that festered within Vought.
As time passed, Marcus began to notice changes in his body. His muscles grew stronger, his stamina increased, and his senses became sharper. He could feel the power building within him, a slow, steady transformation that was reshaping him from the inside out. But with this power came a growing awareness of the world around him—the corruption, the lies, the cruelty of the Supes who claimed to protect humanity.
It wasn't just physical strength that Marcus was gaining; it was also a new understanding of the world he was now a part of. He watched the Supes with a mixture of awe and disdain, their careless displays of power, their disregard for human life. He saw the fear in the eyes of ordinary people, the helplessness that came from knowing that those who should have protected them were the ones who caused the most harm.
By the end of the two years, Marcus had completed his training. He stood in his small apartment, feeling the surge of power that had been promised to him. His body was now a vessel of incredible strength, speed, and durability. He was, in essence, Superman—a being capable of feats beyond human comprehension. But with this power came the responsibility to use it wisely, to navigate a world where even the slightest misstep could lead to disaster.
The System's voice returned one final time before disappearing. "Congratulations, Marcus. You have completed the training. The Superman bloodline is now yours."
Marcus clenched his fists, feeling the raw energy coursing through his veins. This was it—the moment he had been preparing for. He looked out the window at the city below, the sprawling metropolis that was both his home and his battleground. The world of "The Boys" was dark, dangerous, and corrupt, but Marcus was ready to face it head-on.
As he stood there, contemplating his next move, Marcus knew one thing for certain: the time for training was over. The time for action had begun.
The world would soon know the name Marcus Hayes. But more importantly, they would know the name Superman. And in a world as twisted as this, that name would become a symbol of hope—or fear.
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