1 Rebirth

Jericho Adams was a normal high school boy. At 6'4" and 220 lbs, he did everything that you can expect of a boy his age. He was into sports, particularly Muay Thai. He even won the national high school age competition. His grades were okay, not a straight A student but not too far from it(he sucked at English). But things were looking up for him, which is why when he found a truck barreling towards him ready to take him away from his life. He cursed, "Damn it!" As the blinding light sent the boy full of hopes and dreams to another place and time.

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I woke to darkness all around me. I heard muffled sounds in the blackness. It sounded like people saying push.

Oh. I guess I know where I am. I've been reincarnated. I'm almost positive that I am in my mother's stomach. The fact that I was about to begin life anew excited me. I would be able to restart life the proper way, redo all the mistakes I had made, and hopefully explore the world I found myself in.

As I went through a very uncomfortable birth process, I found myself in a room covered in gold with Viking-like warriors all around him and a fierce man's one eyed face above him.

The man smiled at me and said while holding me up, "I hereby name my first born, Grim Odinson! May his name bring glory to Asgard and fear to our enemies!"

I was in Marvel. Hell yeah!

A few minutes later, I found myself in the arms of my Asgardian mother, Frigga. She was cuddling me to her breast as she exhaustedly smiled down at me. I smiled up at her before a wave of tiredness swept over me as I fell asleep in the arms of a literal goddess in the world of heroes.