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A New God's life in Marvel (Book-1)

I am not really that good at writing a synopsis but here goes nothing, * * * Synopsis : A reincarnated soul wakes up in the Marvel multiverse in an egg (yep you heard it right). Turns out that, newsflash, he is not a human. He is sort of a new mutant god messiah or something. Truthfully he doesn't understand it himself. But that doesn't matter to him, what matters is that he must use everything in his arsenal to become the strongest to survive the hellish nightmare this world is & maybe along the way from his own group of loyal followers to boss arou..., uh, rely on. And of course, there is the matter of extremely hot & powerful passionate beauties that he is going to..., umm, admire, since he is a man of culture. [Ding] Oh and did I mention, that he has a little system to help him along his journey to become the strongest god there is? * * * Note : Alternate Universe(s) * * * You can also read chapters in advance by visiting my Pa treon page, pat reon.com/God_Doom * * * Author's note : I do not own Marvel or any of its characters other than my own OC.

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Chapter 1: Hatching

Note : This is my first ever fanfiction. English is my third language so don't expect the most flawless writing from me. I had this idea for quite some time & wanted to give it life, so I started writing. Any helpful feedback is appreciated. Also again I own nothing except my own skin & do not want to offend any party. This is only for entertainment. Enjoy~

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The prospect of life after death was always a little hard for me to believe. I mean do souls really exist or are we a purely biological & physical being. I never thought I would ever get the answer for this but life has a way of surprising us or screwing us over.

I really thought I was dead. I couldn't remember how I died or even about my previous life much which was quite hilarious since I still remembered my favourite food or favourite song or even all the useless movies, tv shows, books, comics & games I have played over all my years.

Infact how do I even have a personality without the significant memories of my life.

Anyways I decided not to sweat over all that unimportant stuff because right now I was surrounded by pitch black darkness devoid of any & all light. It was really maddening & suffocating at the same time because I don't even know for how much time I have been here.

I had tried to get out of this 'cage' or whatever it was, multiple times but no matter what I did or how much I tried, I just wasn't strong enough.

But presently that was quickly changing because I could feel myself getting stronger for some reason like somebody was giving me energy to help me break out of here.

I was now trying my hardest & pushing the solid dark wall surrounding me with all I can. I didn't have enough space to punch or kick so I could only push my way through.

And finally like the universe rewarding me for my efforts, I heard a small cracking sound and a single ray of light came through a tiny crack.

This gave me the encouragement I needed & I redoubled my efforts, slowly the small crack became bigger and bigger till a large chunk of the wall slowly separated and fell outside. A huge amount of light came in & almost blinded me. Oh my poor sensitive eyes.

I took some time adjusting to the light and once my eyes were comfortable enough I quickly broke the upper portion of the wretched thing imprisoning me.

I tried standing up & believe me the term jelly legs would be severely downplaying the sensation that I faced. It was like my whole body was suffering from cramps. But I stood up nonetheless because I was finally free. Oh how much I missed the light.

I mean the dark side was cool and all but I wanted the taste of both worlds especially the vitamin d that comes from the light side.

But while I was happily celebrating my newfound freedom I had failed to notice the group of people awkwardly standing infront of me.

They looked really menancing like a satanic cult mostly because they probably were a satanic cult since they were wearing the stereotypical dark gowns with long hoods covering their faces.

Oh and did I mention that I was completely naked like the day I was born.

Now that I notice it the entire room looked like that of an old secret temple that cults use in movies.

'Please don't tell me I am gonna be sacrificed to the devil the very moment I get free of that wretched cage.'

"Who..." I tried to speak but my voice came out really hoarse like I hadn't spoken for a very long time, which was probably true since I was stuck in that cage for god knows how long.

I looked at the thing previously imprisoning me with a hateful glare but I was extremely surprised since instead of finding the remains of some sort of cage, I found broken shells of a giant stone egg. How that was possible I didn't know. I mean was it supposed to be like a stone cage made in the shape of an egg or something. If it was I would truly like to meet the architect behind such a flawless design, although I would probably beat him up if I ever meet him.

Now that I think about it my appearance was also a little different than it previously was. I seemed more fit and muscular I guess, not that I remember how I actually looked before.

There was even a layer of some kind of strange mucus covering my skin. It was all truly a strange experience like I was in some sort of an eg... ohhhh...

I not only died but was also reincarnated in some sort of big giant ass stony egg. I know what people would say, that I am an idiot to take such a long time to arrive at such a simple conclusion. But guess what being reborn in an egg after dying isn't a regular everyday normal thing for me.

"Welcome my lord to the land of the living" a feminine voice came from one of the cult members who dressed like she was the head of this little group. "We did the ritual to help you being born into this world as instructed."

Okay, so she was definitely cuckoo since she actually did a ritual to help someone being born from an EGG, someone who easily could have been a demon or an eldritch abomination. But she still did it.

But I still needed more information to determine what type of shit I am in and especially who or what told them about me, the egg or even about the supposed ritual they performed. So I should continue interacting with them to get more data about everything.

I cleared my throat and tried to speak again "Who are you?" this time my voice came out much more pleasant and easier than before.

At this the woman opened her hood and showed me her face for the first time. She had a pair of black eyes on an extremely beautiful face covered with black hair. She looked directly into my eyes and began,

"I am Selene Gallio, the head priestess of our group. Our aim was not only to revive you, the eldest & only son of the Phoenix but also to help you in any way we can to bring change to this world, to take back your birthright & to help you rule over all the realms of this universe"

As much grand & tempting those words sounded, I however was hung on three in particular, Selene Gallio & the Phoenix. Both beings whose name I remembered having heard in one particular fictional verse, the Marvel multiverse.

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