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Marvel: The God of the New World

Defeated and disillusioned, Light Yagami is given a shocking second chance by a cosmic entity—reborn in the Marvel universe with his Death Note in hand. This new world, teeming with superheroes and villains, becomes his playground for imposing his twisted vision of justice. As Light weaves a web of fear and control, he draws the ire of Marvel's mightiest heroes, sparking a high-stakes battle of wits and power. Will Light conquer this chaotic realm and forge his own destiny, or will he be outmaneuvered by the very champions he seeks to dominate?

SUS_CAT · Anime & Comics
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3 Chs

Chapter 1 Familiar Face

Light's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest. Gone was the cosmic void, replaced by the hustle and bustle of a busy city street. He blinked, trying to orient himself as a sea of unfamiliar faces rushed past him.

"Where am I?" he muttered, pushing himself up from the sidewalk where he had apparently been lying. A few passersby gave him odd looks, but most ignored him, too caught up in their own worlds to pay attention to a confused young man.

As Light's vision cleared, he took in his surroundings. Towering skyscrapers reached towards the sky, their glass surfaces reflecting the afternoon sun. The air was filled with the sounds of traffic, conversations in various languages, and the occasional blaring of a car horn. And everywhere he looked, there were advertisements and screens showing... superheroes?

"It wasn't a dream," Light realized, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooding through him. "I'm really here. In the Marvel Universe."

He patted his pockets, relief washing over him as he felt the familiar shape of the Death Note. At least he wasn't completely powerless in this strange new world.

As Light began to walk down the street, trying to get his bearings, a commotion up ahead caught his attention. People were pointing and shouting, their faces a mix of awe and fear. Light followed their gaze and felt his jaw drop.

Soaring through the sky, weaving between buildings with impossible grace, was a figure in red and blue. Even from this distance, Light could make out the iconic spider emblem on the hero's chest.

"Spider-Man," he whispered, remembering the character from the vision the Cosmic Arbiter had shown him. "So it's all real."

Just then, an explosion rocked the street. Light stumbled, nearly falling as debris rained down around him. Through the smoke and chaos, he saw a green, goblin-like figure on some kind of flying device, cackling maniacally as it hurled what looked like pumpkin-shaped grenades at the web-slinger.

"Come on, Spider-Man!" the goblin creature taunted. "Is that all you've got? I thought you'd put up more of a fight!"

As the two costumed figures engaged in an aerial battle that defied physics, Light found himself rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle. This was beyond anything he had ever experienced – beyond even his wildest dreams of power and control.

"Fascinating," Light murmured, a familiar glint in his eye. "So this is the level of power in this world. The possibilities are... endless."

As sirens wailed in the distance and people ran for cover, Light calmly walked over to a nearby newspaper stand. He picked up a copy of the "Daily Bugle," its headline screaming about the menace of masked vigilantes.

"Well then," Light said to himself, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Spider-Man web up the defeated goblin creature. "Let's see how this world handles the judgment of Kira."

With that thought, Light Yagami – once the god of his own world, now a stranger in a land of marvels – took his first steps into a new reality. The Death Note weighed heavily in his pocket, a reminder of his past and a promise of things to come.

As he walked away from the scene of the superhero battle, Light's mind was already formulating plans. This world, with its colorful heroes and terrifying villains, would be his new canvas. And he, Light Yagami, would paint it in shades of justice that even these so-called superheroes couldn't imagine.

The game had changed, but Light was more than ready to adapt. After all, in a world of gods and monsters, who better to pass judgment than someone who had already played at being a god?

With a spring in his step and the Death Note safely hidden, Light merged into the crowd of New Yorkers, just another face in the city that never sleeps. But behind his unassuming exterior, a storm was brewing – one that would soon shake the very foundations of the Marvel Universe.

As night fell over New York City, Light found himself in a small, dingy motel room. It wasn't much, but it would serve as a temporary base of operations until he could establish a new identity in this new world. He sat on the edge of the bed, the Death Note open before him, a pen poised in his hand.

"Now then," he mused aloud, "where to begin?"

Light's eyes flickered to the muted TV in the corner of the room. News footage showed the aftermath of the battle he had witnessed earlier, with reporters praising Spider-Man's heroics while debating the collateral damage caused by such superhuman conflicts.

A thought occurred to Light, causing him to chuckle softly. "In my world, I was seen as a demon by some, a savior by others. But here? Here, they're used to beings with godlike powers. The question is, how do I use that to my advantage?"

He tapped the pen against the notebook, his brilliant mind working overtime to process everything he had seen and heard since arriving in this new reality. The heroes, the villains, the organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers – all of them were pieces on a chessboard, waiting for a master strategist to move them into position.

"I can't just start writing names," Light realized. "Not yet. I need to understand the rules of this world first. The power structures, the key players, the true nature of good and evil here."

He closed the Death Note, tucking it safely away in a hidden compartment he had quickly fashioned in the motel room's desk. As he did so, a chill ran down his spine – the familiar sensation he used to get when...

"I was wondering when you'd show up," Light said without turning around. "Hello, Ryuk."

The shinigami's distinctive laughter filled the room as he materialized, his grotesque form a stark contrast to the mundane surroundings. "Hyuk hyuk hyuk! I gotta hand it to you, Light. You sure know how to keep things interesting!"

Light finally turned to face his old... well, "friend" wasn't quite the right word. "So, the rules of the Death Note brought you here too? Or did those Cosmic Arbiters have something to do with it?"

Ryuk shrugged his massive shoulders. "Beats me. One minute I was watching you squirm in that warehouse, the next I'm here in this crazy world. But I'm not complaining – the apples here are amazing!"

As if to prove his point, Ryuk produced an apple from seemingly nowhere and took a large, juicy bite. Light rolled his eyes, some things never changed.

"Well, since you're here, I don't suppose you'd be willing to fill me in on how the Death Note works in this universe?" Light asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Now where's the fun in that?" Ryuk cackled. "Figure it out yourself, Light. That's what made our last game so entertaining!"

Light sighed, but he couldn't suppress a small smile. As frustrating as Ryuk could be, there was something almost comforting about having a familiar face – even one as hideous as the shinigami's – in this strange new world.

"Fine," Light conceded. "But tell me this – can anyone else see you here? Or are you still invisible to everyone but the Death Note's owner?"

Ryuk finished his apple in one large bite, core and all. "Good question! I guess we'll find out, won't we? Hyuk hyuk hyuk!"

As Ryuk's laughter faded, Light turned back to the window, gazing out at the New York skyline. Somewhere out there, heroes and villains were locked in their eternal struggle. But soon, very soon, they would all learn that there was a new player in town – one who didn't fit neatly into their black and white world of good and evil.

"Watch closely, Ryuk," Light said, his voice filled with determination. "You're about to see a show unlike anything in our old world. The Marvel Universe won't know what hit it."

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Light Yagami allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection. He had been given a second chance, a fresh start in a world of wonders and terrors. But with that chance came a responsibility – a responsibility to shape this world according to his vision of justice.

"Let the games begin," Light whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Kira is about to go Marvel."

The crossroads of fate had led him here, and now the true test would begin. Light's eyes gleamed with red Light.

Let the game begin anew.

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