Villains Template Sytem in Marvel

The boy was just like any other—head down, eyes glued to his smartphone, thumbs dancing across the screen as if the world around him didn't exist. A new gacha banner had just dropped, and he was praying for that 0.5% pull. He didn't even notice his feet taking him off the sidewalk and into the zebra crossing.

The signal flashed red.

The world slowed.

People gasped. Horns blared. Tires screeched.

But he didn't hear any of it—not until the roar of a truck's engine shook the air around him.

Truck-kun.

It came barreling through the intersection like it had a purpose. Like fate had guided it. Like it was on a mission. And that mission?

Reincarnation.

The last thing the boy saw was the blinding headlights and the reflection of his shocked face in his cracked phone screen.

BOOM.

Then—silence. A void.

And then... warmth.

He woke up slowly, blinking against an unfamiliar ceiling, lying on what felt like clouds. But no, it wasn't heaven. It was a pristine hospital room—just not one on Earth.

A beautiful woman in white stood by his bed. She looked down at him with a clipboard in one hand and an amused smile on her face.

"Congratulations," she said softly, "you've been selected for The Villain Template System. Courtesy of Truck-kun's Reincarnation Program. Oh—and there's a small cosmic crash insurance bonus too."

She handed him a glowing tablet.

"Welcome to your new life. Eyes wide open this time, yeah?" the busty nurse said with a sweet, almost teasing smile.

Alex blinked, still dazed. "Is this… a joke?"

She giggled softly and shook her head. "Nope. Dead serious. Literally."

"You see, out of billions on your planet, only a tiny fraction ever win the cosmic gacha. Most just get reincarnated into a regular fantasy world, maybe with a cheat skill or two if they're lucky. But... if someone dies in a situation rated 90% or higher in the System Suitability Scan, then something special happens."

She tapped the glowing clipboard in her hand.

"In cases like that, a rare system—custom-built and world-locked—gets attached to the soul. And guess what? You hit a 99% compatibility rating. Congratulations. You've been gifted the Super Villain Template System."

Alex stared at her, speechless.

"And since that system was designed specifically for the Marvel World, well... that's where you've landed," she said with a wink.

"Anyway, there's not much else for me to do. I just need your soul's signature here—" she pointed to the floating contract screen, "—and you're good to go. Think of this life as a trial run. After living it out, you'll get the option for one more spin, kind of like cosmic insurance for getting trucked so suddenly."

She began fading, her form becoming translucent.

"Oh, and one more thing—go live out those dirty little dreams of yours. You've got the system, the looks, the powers. Just don't die too fast, okay?" she said with a wink before vanishing completely.

Alex was left in stunned silence.

"…Did I go crazy while pulling gacha?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Feels like it."

He leaned back in bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling as reality slowly sank in.

"The accident part was real… but this?" He let out a shaky laugh. "This is either a coma dream or the weirdest wish-fulfillment fantasy ever."

Alex closed his eyes, hoping that maybe—just maybe—everything would disappear when he opened them again. But nope. Still there. Still in that absurdly luxurious hospital room that looked like something out of a billionaire's dream.

"I guess not," he muttered, letting out a resigned sigh. He looked around, unsure what to do next. Then, hesitantly, he said:

"…Um, system?"

[Voice recognized.]

[Initializing system...]

[System is now online.]

[Welcome, Host, to the Super Villain Template System.]

[This system allows the host to pull gacha rolls for villain templates—ranging from legendary world-ending villains to forgotten side characters who died in their debut episode.]

[Current status: 1x Random Gacha Pull available.]

[Minimum guarantee: A-Rank villain template or higher.]

[Pull range includes templates capable of Small City-wide destruction at minimum- To give you some insurance in this life.]

[ Host can only pull Gacha once a year or if he does something great ]

[Villain Templates are divided into ranks:]

C-Class

B-Class

A-Class

S-Class

SS-Class

SSS-Class

EX-Class

[System includes: Infinite Inventory, Appraisal, Status Screen]

[Note: Basic Stats interface will monitor host's vitals, mental condition, energy output, and overall combat effectiveness.]

[Good luck, and happy villainy, Host!]

Alex blinked, eyes narrowed in confusion as he stared at the floating black-and-white screen hovering in front of him.

"Um… System?" he called out.

[Yes, Host.]

He tilted his head. "Huh… so you're sentient?"

[Incorrect. I am a limited-function AI. I can only answer questions directly related to the system or the host's powers. Anything beyond that is restricted.]

[You cannot have a full conversation with me, nor can I develop thoughts or emotions. Think of me more as a built-in support program designed to enhance your experience.]

"Hm. That much is good to know," Alex muttered, rubbing his neck.

He glanced back at the interface and said, "Okay, show me the status screen first."

The screen flashed.

[Name: Alex Rand]

[Templates: None]

[Status: Minor Rib Fractures]

[Condition: Stable]

"That's it?" Alex muttered, squinting at the rather underwhelming data.

The system responded immediately:

[The system does not track unnecessary information such as age, preferences, or hobbies unless directly relevant to your development or power evolution.]

[System efficiency > trivia.]

Alex rubbing his chin nodded. "Efficient, huh? Cold, but fair."

He leaned back, cracking his knuckles. "Alright, let's get to the real fun. Time for that gacha pull."

[Okay, Host.]

[Spinning the Villain Wheel…]

A glowing roulette wheel of shifting shadows and flickering faces appeared before Alex. Dozens—maybe hundreds—of villain silhouettes blurred past, each pulsing with energy and menace. The wheel spun faster, sparks flying off the edges until it suddenly clicked to a stop.

[Congratulations, Host!]

[You've obtained the A-Class Villain Template: Crocodile.]

Alex raised an eyebrow. "That sounds... familiar. One Piece?"

[Affirmative.]

[Template: Crocodile.]