2 Chapter #1

"I died..."

I was reincarnated in a different world, one that I am very familiar with.

It's a dangerous world, filled with heroes, villains, aliens, mutants, gods, and entities that can kill you in the blink of an eye.

Now, some of you may think that what I'm experiencing is cliché, and you're right—it is cliché. I've read thousands of fanfics, and sometimes I feel like I've seen this same scenario before.

But unfortunately for me, it's all really happening.

Let me give you some background. All I can tell you about my past life is that my name was Lucas Spectre. I came from an average family, without any exceptional talent.

I was just your normal, average 16-year-old boy—average face, black hair, brown eyes, 5.7 feet tall, and a somewhat fit body with a little bit of extra weight.

I was somewhat smart... meh. I could do anything, but I couldn't excel at it, if you know what I mean. Oh, and yeah... I died at the age of 16.

We were a family of four—my mother, father, older sister, and me. My parents always said that my talent was "luck." You heard it right, folks—I was the gold mine of the family. But somehow, I doubted that.

Why? Because I never won anything, no matter how many raffles, bingos, or lucky draws I participated in. I never won a single cake in all my 16 years of life. Yeah, fuck me!

Even my birthday was unlucky because it coincided with my older sister's birthday. So, we celebrated them together. I didn't even call it MY birthday; I just considered it my sister's birthday since she's older and that's a rule I'll never be able to break.

But it's not like I hated my family or anything. I still loved them no matter what, especially my parents. Unfortunately, happiness had to come to an end with the passing of my father.

We were devastated that day, but we had to stay strong for our mother, who was still alive and well. I knew my father would have wanted that too. I was 15 years old at the time, and I saw my dad in the hospital, already braindead. I didn't even get a proper chance to say goodbye.

I just knew he was a great man who needed a well-deserved rest.

After that day, something changed within us. We became more aware of our health, especially my mother's. And then, another unfortunate day came—it was the day I died. It hadn't even been a year since my father's death! Why did I have to die so young?

I had gone to the shop that day to buy necessities for our lunch. As I was walking along the side of the street, I spotted a moving baby stroller in the middle of the road.

"WTF? Is there a baby in it?" I uttered in disbelief.

Then, a blinding light engulfed the area, causing me to squint. I quickly covered my eyes with my right hand to shield them from the intense brightness.

When I managed to get a better view, I panicked because I saw a giant truck hurtling toward the stroller.

"Shit, shit! Is there a baby in it? Fuck, fuck! Where the fuck are its parents?" I frantically thought as I ran toward the stroller.

I sprinted as fast as I could and reached the baby stroller. And there, I saw her—a baby girl, innocently laughing.

Her bright blue eyes twinkled at me, completely unaware of the danger she was in.

Time seemed to stand still as I took in the scene. But then, a loud voice broke the silence.

"My baby!"

I turned my head to locate the source of the voice and saw a woman who shared the same eyes and facial features as the baby.

With urgency, I pushed the stroller toward her, and thankfully, she caught it. I let out a sigh of relief, but before I could react any further...

*BANG!*

Everything went black...

All of that happened within a matter of three fucking seconds.

And now, here I am, in a different place. Where am I, you ask? Well... I'm in the Marvel universe.

MCU timeline? Check! Mutants? Check! It's the perfect combination.

Sure, the MCU part I can agree with, but mutants... that's a whole lot of trouble. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. I don't even know yet if I have an X-gene, and if I do, I'm in danger (chuckles).

The fact that I wasn't reborn as a newborn is a plus. The drawback is that I was reincarnated at the age of eight, which is a little too late, in my opinion. But really, I can't complain, can I? At least I get a chance to be born again.

The current year is 2008, May 3rd, and my family and I are in our living room, watching a news piece about a press conference by a certain billionaire—obviously, the one and only Anthony Howard Stank—cough, I mean Stark...

Anyway, instead of being a 16-year-old boy, my age has been reduced to 15. Not a big difference, really.

My birthday is on September 18, 1992. I'm already in my third year at Midtown High School, a prestigious school.

At first, I thought I had somehow traveled back in time and that I'd have an advantage because of my knowledge, but as you can see, that never happened because I'm in the fucking Marvel universe, unable to take advantage of my previous life's knowledge of the market.

"Hon, it seems like Tony Stark did shut down his weapons sector. The Stark market will surely go down next month. Did you already buy some of his shares as I told you to?" my mother asked my dad, who was busy checking the Daily Bugle.

My dad is alive in this world. That's one of the reasons why I don't regret coming here. I know he's just the parallel version of my real dad, but still... I just want my dad to be alive.

"Yes, Hon. But it seems like Obadiah is holding onto it quite tightly. I was only able to buy 17% of the shares—3% less than what I needed to become a board member," my father replied, still engrossed in the newspaper he held, his face showing a frown.

"Dad, I managed to buy 5% of their shares. Should I sell it to the company?" I said to my dad, finishing off the sandwich I was munching on.

"I'd appreciate that, Son. But won't you need that to fund your future startup project?" my dad asked, still engrossed in the newspaper.

My dad's name is Mark Spectre, and he is the CEO of Spec Industries—a company involved in mirror and glass making. They have patented products in different sectors of the economy, including the military.

Initially, I was amazed at how our company became so big with just glass and mirrors, but then I found out that they provide the military, security organizations, and private companies with 85% of the best bulletproof glass. That's when I understood how it became so successful.

Sometimes, I visit his company for sightseeing and to see him. I've developed a fascination with how they mold different chemical compositions to create glass, so I'm a frequent visitor there.

My father's employees are supportive, and sometimes I help them carry stuff while studying the science of mirrors and glass.

My mother's name is Selena Spectre, and she works as a nurse at Metro-General Hospital. I also visit her workplace because I have a fascination with science, biology, and technology.

In my previous life, I aspired to be a doctor, and in this life, I think I have a chance to make it happen. Why? Well, reincarnating in this world gave me some sort of perk that I desperately needed to survive—my new and improved body and intelligence.

Instead of the chubby physique I had before, I now have a lean, swimmer-type body due to continuous exercise and a balanced diet since a young age. I decided to change my hairstyle as well. I now sport long hair that I tie in a man bun, which adds a touch of personal style to my appearance.

It's surprising how my body transformed. Another peculiar change is the color of my eyes, which have turned green instead of the brown they used to be. It's an unexpected alteration, but I've grown to appreciate my new eye color.

However, the most significant upgrade occurred in my mind. I've become somewhat of a genius, particularly in the fields of biology and programming. It's as if a switch was flipped, granting me an enhanced intellect and an insatiable curiosity for these subjects. I grasp complex concepts easily and have an innate talent for problem-solving. It's a remarkable change that I'm determined to make the most of in this new world I find myself in.

Anyway, as I mentioned, my mom works as a nurse at Metro-General Hospital. Well...

One time, when I was about 8 years old, I was waiting in the hospital hallway for my mom to finish her shift so we could go home. To my surprise, I saw Benedict Cumberbatch wearing scrubs and talking to a beautiful doctor beside him.

You've guessed it right—it was none other than Dr. Stephen Strange in the flesh. He paused for a moment, then looked me in the eyes and took a step toward me, accompanied by the beautiful doctor whom I assumed to be Doctor Christine Palmer.

//I don't know if I'll create a p@treon for this. I kinda get bummed out pretty fast so I'll need some sort of motivation and shit like that, and money is the best motivator, but, I really like my story though, so I guess we'll see. If y'all still read this by chapter 10, I guess I'll think about it then.//