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"I'm dead huh?, figures" says a humanoid figure in the void of darkness looking at its etheral form.

"Guess I won't be seeing the ending of all my favourite shows and how the characters end up in the end. Damn it."

???: Is that really the only thing you'd care about at a time like this.

" Huh, who said that" the figure looks around warily trying to locate the owner of the voice.

???: It is I, your creator young blood. NOW BOW AT PRESENCE AND KNEEL BEFORE ME!

"Which one first, I mean I can't really bow and kneel at the same, not unless I kowtow though..." the figure replies mumbling the last part almost inaudible.

???: See what you've done, you've just things wierd again. Just stick to the script Eukaryc" quipped a second enchanting voice in a chiding tone.

???: Oh forgive me if I should make mortals awe at the valor of the great Eukaryc the future Emperor of the Null Dimension. And don't call me by my name Vyen!" retorted the first unknown voice.

???: Oh would you please give it a rest already, sieve the delusions. We've talked about this for Null's sake." The second one replied with slight exasperation.

As a retorted to the second voice was about to come from the first voice, a third presence made itself known as it spoke with reverence.

???: Might you two be forgetting that task at hand. We have a mortal to attend to.

As the Third voice spoke three silhouettes became visible as they appeared infront of the figure with features slightly resembling humans but with slight differences.

Slight differences was a stretch. They looked pure otherworldly. All three figures had a golden halo arched slightly upwards at the back of their heads and two sets of wings on their backs. They were dressed in garbs of white and gold robes as they glowed with an etheral glow to them.

" Let me introduce ourselves, I am Vesceros and these here are Eukaryc and Vyen. We are what you call gods in your world. We carry the power to see, relay and judge ones life and their actions once they've died." the third voice bow known as Vesceros said.

"So I really am dead. What now?" the figure asked still in awe of the creatures before him.

" Well now we judge you on your life and either punish or reward you as we send you to your next life" Vesceros said.

After those words were said a hushed silence fell over the small party as they viewed the figures entire life as a film roll of those events played true in their surroundings. As the events played out the figure was wondering if the outcome will be favourable or not.

After the pictures stopped rolling they discussed in a a dead tounge the figure couldn't understand at all.

"We have reached a conclusion. Due to the mundane existence you have led you will be rewarded with a new life in a world of your choice and a few wishes if you may" Vyen's voice was heard once again.

"And don't think of anything over the top like divinity, not happening" Eukaryc was heard as if he didn't like being over looked.

Given time to think it through, the figure voiced out once again "I'd like to go to the Marvel universe and be born in the nation of Wakanda with an adapt mutation that allows one to get used to anything and adapt to all possible strifes both mentally and physically."

"So be it" the three creatures said together in unison as their eyes glowed and a white light flashed over the entire scene.

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The figure had lost all control over himself though he finally felt a physical from adorn his being though he was kept in a deep slumber of some sorts.

As the time went, he didn't know how long he had been here for and now he had been solely going over all the movies, events and show he knew of in the marvel universe as well as the TV shows as apparently they weren't filler.

'Oh how the mighty Disney has fallen, aside from loki most if not all those othe latest marvel shows after Endgame were wack.

Like how the hell is twerking impowering.

Oh don't get me wrong, I'm a feminist so much so it might seem I'm sexist even, but that's not the case.'

As the bane of time slowly creeper by, slight tremors had been rocking him slightly from his slumber, yet not fully.

'Okay, one more time now. For the 728th time now....'

His words were interrupted as the tremors set off once again and adamantly more violent than before. Feeling a pull, he reached out will all his might that his consciousness could master and let the pull take a hold of him.

Jolted awake, he was forced to close hi eyes once again as he was blinded by the fairly intense lights. Blinking a few more times to adjust to the light, his eyes wandered about as the sight before him shocked him a bit.

He was held in the arms of what he assumed was a nurse but what struck him most was the bald head she had and the good looking lab like surroundings he was in.

"Are all the Dora Malije also midwives of Wakanda?" He asked himself puzzled by his surroundings and the female carrying him.

"Nangu kuMkanikazi [Here he is my Queen]" the woman said before handing the baby over to a woman laid on a bed in the room.

The woman lying on the bed stretched out her hands though weakly to cradle her baby in her arms.

Looking up the baby's eyes widened in surprise and shock as he realised just who this woman, his new mother was.

'Ra...Ramonda....the reigning Queen of Wakanda at this time and the mother of Tchala and Shuri. This isn't possible, how? I'm not Tchala now am I?'

As he fought his internal battle unknowingly he spoke out loud but only baby cries were heard.

The most shocking thing which caught Ramonda and the other women's attention was the contrast between the baby's cries and the look of wonder ashened in the baby's eyes that didn't belong together at all.

"Indodana yami [My son]" Ramonda said in a whispered tone as she laid a kiss on the baby's forehead.

" What will be his name my Queen" the women in the room halted their breathing as they awaited the answer to the question asked by one of them.

"Shenga. His name shall be be Bahsenga, like the great Bashena, wonders he will bring" Ramonda said with a sense of melancholy in her voice as if she knew the future.

'What?, Shangai, that's my name? So I'm not Tchala that's good. I wouldn't wanna be him anyway. Let him do his avengers thing I'm good.'

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Like that the day went by good with news of the third son of his majesty King Tchaka of the nation of Wakanda and the nation welcoming a new Prince.

Joy and mellow filled the streets of Wakanda as the people celebrated with the Royal family.

King Tchaka wasn't present to share the joy of holding his son in his hands as he was away on a mission in one of the Americas tracking a fugitive whose accomplice sold out to have stolen vibranium from Wakanda.

It was only a day later that he returned and held his son on his arms and declared the day a holiday starting over the an entire festivity over Shenga and a held a banquet for all to show.

It was then that the baby Shenga was held on display as all the elders from the other tribes came and showed their goodwill and offer gifts for the baby Shenga and wish him long life and prosperity. Let's not forget them sizing up a future contender for the throne of Wakanda one day.

From the River tribe, Border, Mining, Merchant and the Jabari tribe news of Shenga were spread far and wide.

It was at this time that Shenga was able to see a young Tchala and in his tow clung on a chubb of young Shuri holding on for dear life to her brother.

'Glad there's a Tchala, almost thought I took his place in an alternate event or something' Shenga heaved a sigh of relief as he knew the plans he had set to do were secure as he couldn't achieve him if he were the black panther.

Ofcourse him being a part of the Royal family didn't hinder them at all but rather helped as he would now be open to more resources with ease now.

By more resources he means Wakanda's advanced tech, enough to rival Stark Industries and the Starks themselves. The whole reason he chose to be born in Waknda was because he new that the plans he had would require vibranium as a major constituent to deal with.

And knowing how hard it was to aquire it lest he gets on Wakanda's ire. The only other place he could hope for was the Atlantic Ocean which was a no go area. Not willing to go against the Serpent God who appeared to a literal immortal army as long as there was water nearby.

Left with no choice he went for being born in the place as on of them and await having easier access to it. Plus who didn't know how cool Wakanda was with all their tech and the jets and not to mention them taking feminism to the next level by making the official VIP army women.

The Dora Malije.

His main reason though was the Heart shaped herb. Vibranium in organic personification. A plant grown in vibranium rich soil and nurtured by it. Its secrets allowing its user access to gain super human prowess. The King being the only one allowed to consume this herb was deemed the protector of all of Wakanda and dubbed

The Black Panther.

And so Shenga's life began in Wakanda, to embrace his new life and live it to the fullest.