Marvel 10,000 (AU)

In the early era of Earth, a powerful race known as the Celestials performed experiments on humankind. The children of these experiments were born with parts of their genes, allowing these new humans to manifest all sorts of powers. This was the beginning of the creation of the Mutants.

One of these early-age mutants was not as calm as his brothers and sisters around him. This was because he, this man, didn't belong here. He didn't belong on this planet, in this time, or even in this universe.

He was a transmigrator.

….

'What- What's going on?!' the man thought shakily.

He looked around at the rows and rows of humans bowing in front of a golden statue. The humans around him were all unique, some had strange quirks like spikes growing from their skin, or even wings sprouting from their backs.

He began to think if they were even human at all, and perhaps a strange gathering of all sorts of aliens decided they wanted to worship a golden statue of a blue man together.

*Huff* *Huff*

'Calm down. Breathe.' the man thought to himself.

'What happened to me? I was- let me think.' He thought, rubbing his palm against his temple.

'I- I remember talking to James about the new X-Men movie and then- nothing. My memory is completely blank!' He thought with rising panic.

His breathing began to accelerate and slowly hyperventilated. He was lost, confused, and scared. He was just a 21-year-old college junior who was about to graduate the following year. He was a book nerd that studied linguistics and he was not prepared for any of this.

Thankfully, his panic attack was interrupted as his attention was drawn to the blue giant who had sat in front of the golden statue of him on a throne, followed by a powerful announcement.

"Rise for the king. The god of new humans. Lord Apocalypse!!" The announcer shouted from beside the blue giant, Apocalypse.

"HAIL TO THE KING! FOR APOCALYPSE!" The bowing mutants shouted back beside him shouted back.

"Excellent." Apocalypse spoke.

His voice was deep and strong and it sounded like he was quite pleased.

"My people, I am proud of you." Apocalypse spoke slowly.

"The time has come for what I promised you so long ago. Freedom..." 

He stood up from his throne and made a motion to the announcer next to him to proceed.

The announcer stepped forward.

"Our king has prepared a great gift for you all. With his blood, to grant every one of you the strength to fight with us!" The announcer mutant continued passionately.

"I know that for each of you, your weak abilities have been a source of shame." the announcer said with an empathic tone.

"But no longer will that be." He paused.

"He is asking you, our god is asking you... to join him in his fight." 

"Who will answer his call?!" The announcer yelled passionately.

"WE WILL!" The mutant crowd all shouted back.

The announcer glanced back at Apocalypse and nodded in approval.

"Then, step through the portal. Be reborn with new strength." The announcer waved behind him.

A mutant stepped forward and created a purple portal behind him.

*Hum*

The crowd of mutants filed through the portal one at a time filled with excitement.

...

The man who didn't belong in this period stepped through the portal in a daze following the crowd. During this time, he had felt a rush of memories from his time in his current body and bits and pieces of his old life.

His name was Ross Williams, an American born during the early 2100s. And although he could only remember fragments of this life, he retained the most important parts. He had a dream to save everyone, to revitalize the earth. He remembered the stale polluted air of his dying earth, the vague images of despair on every human's face. He couldn't remember why the earth started dying, only that the plant life had simply died off within a few years. Humanity lived off of fungi, moss, and rodents, specially bred for meat.

Meanwhile, the memories of his current body were an unnamed mutant with a power that had never activated. He knew he had power because every time he got close to other mutants, they would feel their own powers weakening and the suppression of their x-gene. But it was never enough to completely negate them. It was a useless power, hence why he had lined up for this... life or death sacrifice ritual promised by Apocalypse.

Ross had been operating on autopilot all this time as he digested the memories in his mind, not realizing he had arrived at the front of the line. In front of him was a gigantic pit filled with deep red blood. The pit bubbled with floating humanoid skeletons, disintegrating all organic tissue from the bones. Vaguely, He could even see a black miasma filled with screaming faces, rising from it.

Ross woke up immediately after seeing the scene in front of him and stepped back unconsciously. 

But this immediately caught the attention of a powerful mutant with completely golden metal limbs. He tried to keep a sneer off his face after seeing the look of unconscious fear that appeared on Ross's face.

"You already made it this far. I'll give you a bit more help." The golden mutant smiled maliciously. 

*Kick*

"Wha- NO!" Ross screamed instinctively as he was kicked off into the pit of bubbling resentment below.

The mutants in line behind him shrank in fear of the golden mutant, seeing his actions.

But this didn't bother him, instead, he openly sneered at them with an expression of disdain.

"Since you are already here, you can't leave. There is only the survival of the strong or the death of the weak. One way forward and that's this ledge. " The golden mutant said, laughing at the expressions of the weak mutant's pale faces.

The golden mutant watched as the acid-like blood liquid dissolved Ross's body quickly and nodded his head to himself.

"I know that one would fail."