Marvel: Competent Chronos

"Yo, Chronos, welcome to the origin," the NSROB (Not So Random Omnipotent Being) greeted the soul that had just arrived. The soul seemed to contain the essence of time and space itself, but right now, it was too stunned to speak.

First, the aura emanating from NSROB was overwhelmingly terrifying, and second, the soul was already starting to simp for NSROB. It was one of NSROB's abilities—everyone sees him as the perfect being in their mind. For example, if someone likes silver hair, NSROB would appear with silver hair; to another, he might appear with black hair.

He could be both daddy and mommy. But he would always be daddy, since NSROB is male—an alpha male.

The soul eventually calmed down as NSROB withdrew his aura, transmitting some information to the soul: it was going to be reborn with one wish.

"Can I reincarnate in a xianxia novel?" the soul asked, only to hear, "Nah, I'll choose where you reincarnate."

A floating wheel appeared, its surface adorned with names like "SCP Foundation," "Cthulhu Mythos," "Xianxia," "Magic Verse," and lastly, "Marvel And DC."

The wheel began to spin, and the soul's metaphorical heart raced. It knew that if it landed in SCP or Cthulhu, it would be a nightmare—a fucking nightmare.

"Marvel and DC it is," NSROB announced as the wheel stopped, before turning to the soul and saying, "Now, choose anything you want—one wish."

"Can I ask for omnipotence?" the soul asked without hesitation, testing its luck.

"Yeah, sure," NSROB replied casually, then added, "But that won't be fun to watch, so I'll kill you the moment I find you boring."

"Then can I have heaven-defying talent?" the soul asked again, knowing omnipotence was off the table. It was a common trope in isekai and reincarnation fics and novels.

"Heaven-defying? That's average," NSROB responded in a tone so casual it was almost insulting. Despite this, the soul remained calm—it was thanks to NSROB's powers, or the soul might have gone insane by now. NSROB didn't like dealing with annoying little shits.

"Then I want the ability to be competent in everything," the soul requested, ready for rejection, only to hear, "Granted," from NSROB.

The soul vanished from the origin, and NSROB changed his appearance, his clothes morphing into something more cozy and modern—like a t-shirt and shorts.

"Time to write," NSROB said as a PC appeared in front of him. In fact, he wasn't NSROB at all, but the fucking author himself.

Author's POV

"That was rushed, wasn't it?" I said as I opened Webnovel, looking at you readers through your screens.

Then I extended my middle finger. It almost looked like I was about to flip you all off, but I didn't. Instead, I made a heart with my hands.

"Do you think I'd actually flip you guys off? Nah, I wouldn't. After all, you guys are my comment and power stone milking mach—cough—I mean, my pookie bears," I said nervously, almost exposing myself.

Before adding, "Give me comments, will ya? We're going to be chatting for a long time." After that, I started writing the story again.

But I looked at you readers one more time and said, "The first few chapters are fast-paced, okay?" and then got back to writing the story.

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"Qi..."

Chronos muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with awe and curiosity as he observed the swirling energy around him. "The existence of this kind of power is truly magical, and it is so similar to the inner strength of my previous life..."

He slowly opened his eyes, the golden hue of his irises reflecting a profound wisdom far beyond his years.

Ever since he awakened the memories of his past life, Chronos knew exactly what world he was in. At just ten years old, he had set out on a solitary journey to seek power.

For reasons he couldn't fully comprehend, perhaps due to the nature of his reincarnation, Chronos's mind seemed to have been enhanced.

His memory was now photographic, able to retain even the most minute details, and he could grasp complex concepts with astonishing speed.

After years of searching, his efforts were rewarded a year ago when he managed to catch the opening of the Tarot Secret Realm.

This secret world was a treasure trove of knowledge where its inhabitants had long mastered the study of Qi. For Chronos, it was here that he saw the possibility of stepping into the realm of the extraordinary.

Given that his name matched that of the super god in Saint Seiya, Chronos was determined to explore the possibility of awakening his own microcosm.

As he grew older, his appearance began to mirror that of the divine being, with strikingly handsome features that seemed almost otherworldly.

Yingli, a woman with delicate features and eyes that sparkled with intelligence, watched Chronos with an expression of admiration. Her voice was soft but filled with genuine respect as she spoke.

"Chronos, you are the most outstanding genius I have ever seen."

Her words were sincere, her gaze steady as she looked at him. Throughout the history of the Tarot Secret Realm, no one had displayed abilities as remarkable as his. Even her sister, Yingnan, had never reached such heights.

Yingnan had been a dragon master, renowned for her prowess in wielding Qi. With the strength of a mortal, she had defeated Xu Wenwu, who wielded the power of the ten rings. Such was her skill that even in today's world, few could rival her.

A shadow of sadness crossed Yingli's face as she recalled her sister's fate. "It's a pity that Yingnan has passed away," she added, her tone somber. "She was killed by Xu Wenwu's enemies."

Chronos remained silent, his expression unreadable as he absorbed the information. His sharp eyes, however, flickered with a resolve that hinted at his future intentions.

"You are too kind," he finally replied, his voice calm and measured, betraying none of the inner turmoil or ambitions that stirred within him.

"The existence of Qi is more powerful than I thought," Chronos murmured to himself, his voice filled with a mix of fascination and determination.

He closed his eyes, sinking deep into contemplation. His thoughts were consumed with the intricacies of creating a cultivation method for the microcosm, a concept that had captured his imagination since the awakening of his past-life memories.

To achieve this goal, Chronos had been meticulously studying the cell structure of the human body.

He understood that the human body was, in essence, a universe unto itself—a vast, intricate network of cells, with their numbers reaching an astounding 120 trillion. To him, this was proof that the potential of the human body was limitless.

In his previous life, he had encountered countless cultivation novels and fantasy stories. At their core, they all explored the hidden potential within the human body.

However, Chronos was convinced that the closest anyone had come to fully realizing this potential was through the system of the microcosm.

The key to unlocking the microcosm, he knew, lay in pushing the human body to its absolute limits. Only by doing so could the body sustain the immense power that the microcosm promised.

In the Marvel world, there were many paths to such power—some through technology, others through mutation. But these methods often altered human genes in ways that didn't appeal to Chronos.

The Hulk, Captain America, Spider-Man—each had surpassed the natural limits of the human body, but their powers were the products of external forces, not the result of personal cultivation.

Chronos, on the other hand, was committed to his own path. He chose to cultivate Qi as the foundation for his growth, believing that this natural energy could strengthen his body from within.

He could already feel the changes—the way his body was steadily growing stronger under the constant nourishment of Qi. His muscles tightened with new vigor, and his mind sharpened with every passing day.

"Perhaps," he mused, "when my Qi can fill every cell in my body, the cultivation method of the microcosm will truly succeed."

Chronos opened his eyes, the golden irises gleaming with resolve. He understood that the essence of the microcosm lay in harnessing the power of the body's cells.

If he could imbue each of his cells with the experience of a Fixed Star, the possibility of mobilizing all of them to unleash a galaxy-destroying blow would no longer be a mere fantasy.

This was the true power of the Saint Seiya's microcosm. The legendary warriors could move at speeds beyond light, shatter stars with a single strike, and harness the energy of entire galaxies. T

he Twin Galaxy Starburst alone was said to replicate the explosive power of the Fixed Stars within an entire galaxy, while the Athena's Wonder, released by three Gold Saints, was likened to the force of the Big Bang itself.

Chronos knew that if a Saint Seiya who had mastered the Seventh Sense were to exist in the Marvel Universe, they would be a being of unimaginable power

—at the very least, on par with the cosmic entities known as Level God Fathers, and perhaps even comparable to the gods of entire universes.

With a deep breath, Chronos stood up, his posture straight and his eyes focused on the path ahead.

"There is a long way to go..." he whispered to himself, a slight smile forming on his lips

Chronos sighed, the weight of his ambitions pressing heavily on his shoulders. He had only just embarked on the path to transcendence, and he knew that the journey ahead was long and arduous.

The kind of power he sought—power that could rival the gods themselves—was still far beyond his grasp.

While Qi had already elevated his strength well beyond that of an ordinary person, he was acutely aware that he had not yet reached the level where he could truly break free from the confines of the physical world.

If he were to compare his current power, it might be on par with the early stages of the Hulk—formidable, but still tethered to the earth.

"You are only eighteen years old, and yet you have reached this level," Yingli remarked, her tone laced with both admiration and disbelief.

She offered him a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pride and curiosity.

"Even in the entire Tarot Secret Realm, there has never been such a genius."

Chronos's abilities had indeed taken her by surprise. When the Tarot Secret Realm had opened a year ago, the seventeen-year-old Chronos had walked in, his youthful appearance causing some initial skepticism among the realm's inhabitants.

However, instead of meeting resistance, he was welcomed with open arms—his age rendering him less of a threat and more of an enigma.

Yingli, ever cautious, had kept a close watch on him when she learned that he was in search of extraordinary power.

For half a year, she observed him from a distance, studying his character and intentions. Only when she was confident in his integrity and potential did she decide to teach him the key points of Qi cultivation.

In truth, Chronos had been cultivating for only about half a year, and yet he had already approached the upper limits of Qi research within the Tarot Secret Realm. His rapid progress was nothing short of astonishing.

Without the augmentation of the dragon's power, even Yingli, a master in her own right, would not dare to claim that she could defeat the current Chronos.