Veil of Conquest

The air was suffocating—heavy, thick, like a blanket that refused to be lifted. Zeon Asmore felt his body being crushed, his limbs bound in ways he never thought possible. Darkness. Absolute darkness. Then… a spark.

A sudden rush of clarity flooded his senses.

He was alive again. But this was no ordinary rebirth. He was no longer in the world he knew, the world of Earth, where logic, science, and humanity shaped everything. He felt his consciousness expanding beyond the physical limits of his body, as though he were connected to something greater. Something infinite.

System Activation:

"Reincarnation successful. Welcome to your new life."

The voice echoed through his mind. It was detached, cold, as if it had no interest in his existence except to relay a message.

"System activated. Rewards will be granted based on the progress of your descendants. They are your key to power."

The words were clear, but Zeon didn't fully grasp their meaning at first. Power. Descendants. These concepts lingered in his mind, but they felt distant—like a dream he had yet to awaken from.

Zeon took a deep breath, adjusting to the sudden rush of new sensations. His mind, once sharp from his past life, was now sharpened further by the system's presence. He understood immediately that he was not merely alive; he was being given a second chance, an opportunity to carve out a destiny like no other.

But this was not Earth. He could feel it. The air here was different—stale, filled with the sharp sting of the unknown. The land was untamed, harsh, and unforgiving. He was no longer among the people he had known. He had been transported to another world—another time.

His eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he slowly rose from the ground. The world around him was strange, foreign, and yet familiar in some ways. The year was 1830, and the land was South Africa—a place on the cusp of great change, a time ripe for manipulation and conquest.

A New World: South Africa, 1830

The Cape Colony—a harsh, isolated region controlled by the British. A land where politics, trade, and war all intertwined in a complex web of interests. Zeon stood alone, surrounded by barren terrain and the low hum of distant activity. The settlement was small, but the potential here was vast. His mind raced with possibilities.

He had no name here, no title, no power. Just like before, he was at the bottom. But unlike before, he had an edge—his knowledge from his past life and a System that would shape his future.

System Notification:

"New world detected. Host is now in the Marvel Universe. Numerous potential threats and opportunities present. The time for action is now."

The system's voice confirmed his suspicion. This world—the one that now stretched before him—was not Earth. It was the Marvel Universe, a place filled with gods, superheroes, supervillains, and otherworldly powers.

Zeon was no stranger to the concept of alternate realities and worlds. He had heard of them, studied them, and now, he was thrust into one. The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. But there was no time for hesitation. He could not afford to waste this opportunity.

"System: Initial Rewards Unlocked."

A series of notifications began flashing in his mind.

"Talent system unlocked: Bronze level—starting point for all descendants."

Bronze level? Zeon's lips curled into a small smile. Bronze. A humble beginning, but it was only the first step. The system had granted him this power, but it was the children, the descendants, who would carry the true potential. He would need to nurture them, to cultivate their abilities until they became something far greater than Bronze.

System Mission:

"New mission: Establish a family legacy. Success will grant rewards based on the progress of descendants."

"Host must ensure descendants grow in strength. Each descendant's talent level will be recorded. Starting with Bronze level."

The first mission was clear. Zeon needed to build his family, his empire. It would not be easy. South Africa in 1830 was a turbulent, dangerous place. There were no allies to trust, no resources to fall back on. But that was precisely why he was here—why he had been reincarnated. He had the tools, the knowledge, and the cunning to shape his future. And with the system's rewards, he could accelerate his rise.

Zeon moved quickly, with purpose in his every step. He didn't need to waste time. His first priority was clear—he needed to secure his future heirs. He needed a family, a lineage, that could grow stronger with each generation.

The system's notification about the Bronze-level talent was a starting point, but it was far from the end. Bronze was weak, the lowest of the low, but it was the foundation he needed. From there, he could build something far greater. As his heirs grew stronger, so too would he.

In the distance, Zeon could already see the structure of his plan. He would find a woman, a partner who would help him create his first heir. He would be strategic, waiting for the right opportunity to form alliances, gain influence, and use his knowledge from the past life to secure resources. He would start small—just like before—but now, he had the tools to make his empire grow faster.

System Notification:

"System: New mission unlocked. Create a lineage. Secure a partner to produce the first heir. Each heir's talent level will determine the rewards."

Zeon's mind raced with possibilities. This system would guide him, grant him the means to build strength, but it would not hand him everything. He had to earn the rewards, develop his children, and ensure they became the powerful beings he needed.

As he stood there, overlooking the untamed lands of 1830 South Africa, he could see the grand tapestry unfolding before him.

He was Zeon Asmore, and this world would bow before him. No one knew his name yet, but in time, they would. He would manipulate his way to power, using his children, his knowledge, and his cunning.

His journey had just begun, but the world—this Marvel Universe—was his to conquer.