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The Child Who Reincarnated Through Marvel

The sun hung low over the desert, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The air shimmered with heat, and the wind, dry as dust, swept across the plains of ancient Mesopotamia. In a small, forgotten village at the edge of civilization, a child was born under strange circumstances — not of this world, yet somehow, entirely a part of it.

Nabu Ziusudra first breath echoed like a thunderclap in the heavens, as though the universe itself had taken notice. His eyes, a deep blue that shone with an otherworldly light, flickered open. They were eyes that had seen worlds crumble, stars burn, and time itself fold upon itself. But here, in this quiet, primitive world, they only saw the vast, uncharted future waiting to unfold.

He was not like the other children of the tribe. No, there was something in him — a knowledge that set him apart. As he grew, his mind absorbed the stories of gods and monsters, of heroes and kings, with an intensity that unnerved the elders. While other children played in the dirt, chasing after shadows and whispers of myth, Nabu Ziusudra felt the pulse of something deeper — a power that stirred within him like a sleeping giant.

He was different.

In his dreams, he saw glimpses of a world he could not possibly know: a world of towering cities, flying machines, and beings who wielded unimaginable power. He saw men clad in armor who called themselves "heroes," wielding strange weapons that glowed with otherworldly energy. He saw Thor, the god of thunder, his hammer raised high as he struck down an enemy with the power of storms. He saw Doctor Strange, his hands weaving magic, bending the very fabric of reality. He saw Iron Man, a man encased in metal, flying among the stars, saving lives with technology beyond comprehension.

These weren't mere dreams.

They were memories.

Memories of a life that was not his own.

The child's destiny had been written in the stars long before he was born. He had come to this ancient world not by chance, but by design. Nabu Ziusudra, the reincarnation of a soul that had once lived in a world where Marvel's movie come to chapter 4 Infinity War, now found himself thrust into the cradle of civilization, in an age where the gods still walked among men, and magic was real.

But there was a price for knowing too much.

And soon, Nabu Ziusudrawould learn that the forces that had brought him here, the cosmic powers that wove the fabric of the universe, were not interested in his well-being. They had plans for him. Plans that would shape the fate of this world, and every world that came after.

A soft voice whispered into the winds, carrying the weight of prophecy: "The child who see through everything... will be the one to break it."

Nabu Ziusudra gaze lifted to the sky, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes glowed with a knowing that belonged to no child. The world around him was waiting.

And he had no choice but to answer.