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I never imagined this would happen to me. Reincarnation? A second chance? Into a fictional world, no less? It was the stuff of wild stories, impossible dreams, and late-night "what ifs." But life has a funny way of playing with your expectations. When the choice was offered—life as I knew it or a chance to die and be reborn somewhere else—how could I say no? The catch? I wouldn’t return to just any world. No peaceful afterlife, no utopia waiting for me. Instead, I landed in the heart of chaos. Here I am, standing in the shadows of giants—of gods, heroes, and monsters. Welcome to the Marvel universe, where cities are playgrounds for battles that could shake the world, and everyday people like me are nothing but collateral damage. But I’m not just another face in the crowd anymore. Somehow, I’ve got a role to play. My name in this world is Dave Garcia, and this is the story of how an ordinary guy from another life navigates a place where the impossible is an everyday reality. What would you do if you woke up in a world where the fate of everything could be changed with a snap of the fingers? Because that’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out. ******* Daily one chap release except on Sundays ******** I don't own marvel or any other character that I will depict here aside from my OC. Happy Reading. **** Advance chaps on : - patreon.com/FantasyLi

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Kingpin IV

Dave cracked his neck, casually resuming his seat as if nothing had happened. "Come on, sit down. We were discussing something important, weren't we? Yes, you owe me a life, Kingpin," he said with a smile, his demeanor relaxed and untroubled.

Albert's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice rising in panic. "Impossible! I destroyed your heart. How are you still alive?" He stared at Dave, still impaled by the sword.

Dave glanced down at the sword, then reached out and pulled it free with a smooth, deliberate motion. He removed his shirt, revealing a wound that was healing at an astonishing rate. "Like this," Dave said, his smile widening as he watched the wound close rapidly.

Fisk watched in shock as Dave's body healed itself. His gaze shifted to Trish, who was freeing herself from the daggers, and the world seemed to spin around him. The realization hit him like a thunderclap.

"Who are you?" Fisk asked, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and confusion but the fear was perfectly masked , only Trish and Dave detected it.

Dave shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's a question you can't get an answer to," he said, turning his attention to Diana.

"My shirt," he said calmly.

Diana, still in shock from the realization that Dave was alive, blinked in confusion. "What shirt?" she asked, her mind overwhelmed by the relief of seeing him alive.

Dave shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You're really a bad secretary. How can you take care of me like this?"

Diana, her focus solely on Dave's survival, nodded vigorously. "Sorry, I'll pack a pair of clothes next time too," she promised, her voice filled with sincere regret.

Trish looked at Dave and then at the apologizing Diana, shaking her head in disbelief. She thought to herself, This girl is a lost cause.

Her gaze then shifted to Bullseye, who was standing coolly by the window. How arrogant of him to think he's better than me, she mused, a smirk forming on her lips. Without warning, she moved swiftly, and the next moment, Bullseye found himself impaled on the wall, surrounded by a myriad of daggers. His once smug expression was now replaced by shock and pain.

"Where's your smug face now?" Trish taunted, her voice cold and triumphant.

Fisk, taken aback by the sudden turn of events, quickly regained his composure. "Attack them!" he ordered, his voice commanding. At his command, other assassins emerged from their hiding places, ready to join the fray. The room was soon filled with the chaos of a new wave of attackers, as the battle continued to unfold.

Dave remained seated, calm and composed, while Trish moved with lethal precision. Fisk's gaze flicked to the wall, where more of his assassins were now impaled in inverted positions. The sight only fueled his frustration.

"Bastards, can't do a single thing properly," Fisk growled, his anger palpable as he charged at Trish. His speed was almost superhuman, a testament to his formidable power.

But Trish was unfazed. With a casual flick of her finger, she stopped Fisk in his tracks. His immense strength was rendered useless against her effortless display of control. The power imbalance was stark—Fisk's fury clashed with Trish's calm dominance, leaving him momentarily stunned by the ease with which she neutralized his attack.

"you know he can be a perfect Demonic Knight, killing him would be a waste" Trish said lookingat Dave.

"Then turn him into a Demon knight for yourself" Dave replied, 

"You don't want him" She asked confused, as Demon Knights are rare, powerful Demon, only selevt few can be turned into one.

"I have you" Dave said to her, while he inwardly added 'Coverting Demons into Huamns skill is still locked' .

Trish smiled happily as she turned to look at Fisk, who is now frozen in fear, "You will be a god pet" She said as she trigger her Devil form.

As Trish began to transform, her clothes shifted into a stunning, backless red dress that clung to her form. The fabric draped elegantly over her legs, revealing her thighs and accentuating her curves. Her head sprouted black, horn-like protrusions in the shape of crown, that gave her a devilish appearance, adding to her formidable presence, from her back sprout a Black feathered wings, majestic crystal black feathers formed the wings. The Wings and the horns combined with an aura of otherworldly allure, making her appear as a bewitching demon. Her transformation was mesmerizing, causing everyone in the room, except Diana, to fall to their knees in awe, as victim eyes turned heart shape.

Diana, still struggling to process Dave's apparent death, looked up in confusion. Seeing Trish's new form, she gasped and grabbed a weapon, her resolve solidifying. "Dave, you get out, I will handle this," she said, trying to refocus on the immediate threat.

Dave, observing the scene with a detached expression, thought, Did her brain really shut off earlier? He rose from his seat, but before he could act, the door was kicked open, and Black Widow and Hawkeye entered, weapons drawn.

Dave looked at them, speechless and puzzled by their unexpected arrival.

Hawkeye glanced at the shirtless Dave, then at Trish, who now appeared as a hot, beautiful girl with wings and horns. Diana stood with her gun pointed at Trish, while Fisk, on his knees with his odd, bloodshot eyes and beaten pupils, mumbled in disbelief, "What the hell is going on here?"

Black Widow surveyed the chaotic scene, her eyes darting to the assassins impaled on the walls, immediately recognizing them as Fisk's operatives. Her gaze then settled on Fisk, who was kneeling and disoriented.

She muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with disbelief, "Did he really defeat all of them?"

Black Widow and Hawkeye looked at each other, both wondering what to make of the bizarre scene in front of them.

Dave glanced at Black Widow and Hawkeye, then turned his attention to Diana, whose entire focus was fixed on Trish. Guess allowing her to tag along was a bad idea after all, he thought,

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