Reborn as Quake: Destroyer of Worlds (Marvel)

New York, St. John's Church School.

This school sat on the west side of the famous Manhattan Island, right next to the Hudson River, in an area commonly known as Hell's Kitchen.

Manhattan's glitz was world-renowned, but a place called Hell's Kitchen? The name alone hinted it wasn't exactly paradise.

Walking through a narrow street and pushing open a rusty iron gate revealed peeling walls and outdated furnishings inside. Everything about the place screamed that, despite its grand-sounding name, this church school didn't even rank in the top hundred locally, let alone nationally.

In such a rundown setting, its only perk was the low tuition. But there was a trade-off: cheap fees came with a heavy dose of theology courses, whether you liked it or not.

"You will stand secure and without fear, for your heart trusts in the Lord; your past troubles will fade from memory, and your righteousness will shine brighter than the noonday sun; even in the deepest darkness, the night will glow like morning, for His light overcomes all. Amen." The elderly teacher concluded the day's lesson with the same tone he'd used for decades.

The students stood up, responding in a drawn-out, rhythmic chorus: "Amen…"

Only after the old teacher shuffled out the door did the cramped classroom regain some liveliness.

Warm sunlight filtered through the window cracks. Students gathered in small groups, chatting amongst themselves. Whether intentionally or not, they isolated a corner in the southeast of the room, its quietness a stark contrast to the surrounding bustle.

The light caught her flaxen hair, highlighting her high nose bridge. Her mixed heritage gave her features a more pronounced, three-dimensional quality. Most striking were her large, slightly upturned eyes, their light amber irises instantly evoking words like 'wildness' and 'pride.'

"Skye! Let's go get lunch!" Amidst the general indifference, only one cheerful girl greeted her warmly.

The young girl sighed in exasperation. "I've told you three times that the name 'Skye' was just something I used to deal with foster families applying for government subsidies. I'm using my real name now: Daisy Johnson. Got it? Repeat it!"

The girl, used to Daisy's teasing, mumbled the name twice before being let off the hook.

Daisy soon left the classroom too, heading to the library to use the internet to look up some information.

Going from a failed comic writer to a woman sitting in a classroom corner, half-heartedly singing hymns, took a week to fully process.

She remembered sorting through a pile of Marvel comics data, feeling dizzy, and lying down for a nap—only to wake up here.

Everything felt unfamiliar: clothes, sleeping arrangements, language, food. It all took adjusting. Fortunately, the other students kept their distance, so her slightly unusual behavior went unnoticed.

The three essentials of transmigration—time, place, and identity—had been figured out.

The year was July 2006, the place was New York. Waking up in a completely different body was awkward, sure, but it beat becoming a lizard or a tree or being flung into the Middle Ages. All things considered, it wasn't a bad deal. Except this world felt off. This was a world with Captain America and Stark Industries. This was the Marvel Universe.

Investigating her identity took more digging.

As a former struggling comic book writer and a geek before dying and waking up here with those memories intact, she realized right away this body might carry a superpower lineage.

Daisy Johnson, codename Quake. The memory was crystal clear.

But was the body she now inhabited that Daisy? It took three days of sifting through records to confirm it.

Luck was on her side. She found an old note clearly stating her full name: Daisy Johnson. It seemed her predecessor had strongly disliked the name, jokingly calling herself Skye, without even a surname...

Her true name is Daisy Johnson, and she used to go by the name Skye. She is of mixed heritage. Though this body's parents were alive, her current status was listed as an orphan. After cross-checking, she was indeed Quake.

In the danger-filled Marvel world, having powers versus not having them was a game-changer.

However, her powers weren't triggered by age or emotional stress. They required an alien technological artifact to activate the specific genes.

Her bloodline traced back to the Kree, one of the universe's three major galactic powers. During ancient wars, the Kree needed vast amounts of cannon fodder. They used genetic technology to modify a portion of Earthlings to serve as their soldiers.

Later, these modified humans broke free from Kree's control, calling themselves Inhumans. Daisy's lineage stemmed from the Inhumans.

Normally indistinguishable from ordinary humans, Inhumans only gained powers after exposure to a substance called Terrigen Crystals.

The crystals were mined beneath the Inhuman city of Attilan, which, barring unforeseen changes, should be located on the dark side of the Moon.

Travel to the Moon? For Daisy, whose entire savings amounted to fifteen hundred dollars, this was an impossible task. If she could get to the moon that easily, she wouldn't need crystals or powers!

Fortunately, fate hadn't entirely abandoned her. One Terrigen Crystal had been lost on Earth and eventually ended up in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s possession.

The moon or S.H.I.E.L.D.—which was easier to access? She figured the latter.

In this perilous world, she needed strength. Suppressing her fear, she began plotting her move.

Her predecessor left little behind—no combat skills, just a stun gun for self-defense. However, she possessed excellent hacking skills, controlling numerous botnets and servers. This ability was fully inherited, currently Daisy's only usable asset.

Three days later, everything was ready. She quickly logged into a compromised machine, setting up multiple layers of obfuscation.

Only then did she use the internet to dial her target's number.

Jasper Sitwell was her mark.

On the surface, Sitwell worked for the United Nations, but in reality, he was a S.H.I.E.L.D. recruitment officer—and secretly, a mid-level Hydra operative.

The Terrigen Crystal she needed was stashed in a special S.H.I.E.L.D. warehouse. This guy was her key.

As a reasonably skilled hacker, finding Sitwell's private phone number wasn't overly difficult.

Daisy mentally reviewed the entire plan one last time, confirming everything. Opening her second-hand laptop, she used phone tracking to locate Sitwell's current position. Waiting until he moved into a public area, she hacked nearby security cameras, aiming them at him, before finally placing the call.

On camera, Sitwell looked puzzled. Few people knew his private number, and he didn't recognize the caller.

He glanced around warily, hesitated slightly, then answered the phone.

Daisy activated her prepped voice modulator, deepening her tone to sound like a gruff man.

"Agent Sitwell, Mr. Whitehall requires your assistance," she stated bluntly, getting straight to the point.