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MC was transmigrated into Marvel Cinematic Universe. Because gods thought they should do something different and took inspiration from earthly novels and randomly chosen one of their believer, one to be transmigrated and gave him one ability from one of famous games on earth. The ability is the survival player of Minecraft. Gods also gave boy the Minecraft planet seed, and told him that if he can create a Minecraft planet bigger than the Earth than he will become immortal and as powerful as herobrine. And if he has to make his own planet than, MC has to find resources from whole universe and even try to find the heart of universe if he can't have infinity gems. [Poor English, will improve slowly.] [2 Chpter per week, minimum.]
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A teenager woke up abruptly, his breaths ragged and heavy. Panting loudly, he glanced around the room, his heart racing. Everything was unfamiliar—the bed, the blanket, the walls, the posters. Even his hands and clothes seemed foreign to him.
"What's going on?" he murmured, throwing the blanket aside as he stood up.
Still disoriented, he walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain. His eyes widened at the sight of a sprawling cityscape, with concrete roads weaving between skyscrapers towering into the sky.
"Where am I?" he thought, his mind racing.
Turning back to the room, his gaze landed on the posters hanging on the wall. A Captain America poster. An Iron Man poster. And another one proclaiming, I Love New York.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
A sudden ringing sound pulled him out of his thoughts. He followed the noise to the door and opened it, revealing a courier standing outside.
"Hello?" the teenager said hesitantly, his voice laced with confusion.
"This is your courier," the delivery boy said, handing over a box.
The boy took the package, his brows furrowing. "When did I order this?" he muttered.
The courier boy held up a clipboard with the address written on it. "It's for you, Manav," he said, glancing at the name before handing over a pen.
Hearing the name, Manav's pupils dilated slightly. His hands trembled as he quickly signed the receipt.
Once the courier left, Manav closed the door and sat back on the bed, staring at the box in his hands.
"My name… yes, my name is Manav. I live in Jodhpur, Rajasthan, India. But how am I in New York? And this body—this is definitely a younger version of me. I'm 19? No… I just turned 21 before going to bed in my last life." His thoughts spiraled as fragments of his memories came rushing back.
"Did I transmigrate? If so, what year is it?"
Manav glanced around the room. "A calendar… I need a calendar." Spotting one on the desk, he walked over. "2014? Okay, good. At least I can invest in Bitcoin and set myself up for life."
But first, his attention returned to the courier. "What's in this box?"
He fetched a knife from the kitchen, sliced open the package, and set the blade aside. Inside, he found a rectangular paper box. Opening it revealed a folded piece of paper and a small metal badge.
Unfolding the paper, he read:
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Dear Manav,
I am Shiva. Yes, that Shiva, the one whose name you invoked whenever you were afraid. Whether it was the dark, a shadow in the corner, or the imagined ghost under your bed—you called on me. Even in moments of anger or despair, you prayed to me to protect your family, even at the cost of your own life.
Enough small talk. Let's get to the point: the badge. Place it on your forehead to receive the gift I've prepared for you. Good luck.
Bye-bye, happy journey.
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The paper dissolved into thin air as Manav finished reading it.
He held the metal badge up to his eyes, noting the symbols engraved on it—a third eye, a trishul, and a damru.
Without hesitation, he pressed the badge to his forehead. The metal vanished, and a wave of dizziness overtook him. His body swayed before he lost consciousness.
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Elsewhere, chaos stirred.
"Sir, a sudden wave of unknown energy appeared across the Earth," reported a woman with a sharp, boyish haircut. She stood at attention before a man seated in a massive chair, gazing out of a floor-to-ceiling window.
"Was it recorded?" his deep, commanding voice asked.
"No, sir. The wave lasted only a moment. However, one of our scientists did manage to record it, but the data… vanished. It's as if it never existed."
The man's brow furrowed. "Prepare a system to monitor all energy signals on Earth. I want it operational 24/7."
"Yes, sir."
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Similar conversations echoed across various organizations: Oscorp, Roxxon, A.I.M., Wakanda, and others. Globally, people were scrambling to understand what had just occurred.
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Manav woke up to dim light filtering through his window. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was morning.
"I slept for 20 hours?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
A faint glow appeared in his vision.
[Let's survive]
[Y/N]
Startled, Manav instinctively selected "Yes."
[Happy Playing]
[Now Survive, Player]
Two rectangular panels materialized in his field of vision. His jaw dropped.
"This… this is my experience panel and life panel! This is Minecraft!"
Excited yet cautious, Manav hesitated. "Wait… does this mean I can punch walls to gather resources?"
He approached the wall, hand raised, but stopped himself. "No, no, I need a pickaxe first. And to make that, I'll need wood. Central Park it is."
A loud growl interrupted his thoughts.
"Ah, food first."
After a quick shower and a change into a hoodie and elastic pants, he rummaged through the kitchen. Finding the basics, he cooked a dozen parathas and ate them quickly. Satisfied, he cleaned up and prepared to leave.
Manav had already investigated his situation. The house, located in Queens, was legally his. His deceased parents had left behind a small fortune, which he had buried for safekeeping under the house.
As he sat in a taxi heading to Central Park, the world suddenly erupted into chaos.
Boom!
The wall of a nearby bank exploded, and a massive mechanical rhino emerged, clutching bags of stolen money.
The driver froze, gaping at the destruction ahead.
"Turn the taxi!" Manav shouted, panic gripping his voice.
"What?"
"I said TURN THE FREAKING TAXI!"
The driver snapped out of his stupor and swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding the charging beast. Cars honked and cursed, but no one noticed the chaos barreling toward them.
Manav let out a shaky sigh. "That was way too close." Turning to the driver, he muttered, "You almost got us killed, you idiot."
The driver grumbled but said nothing, speeding them away from the destruction.
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