Weaver of Realms: The James Pluto Chronicles

Time Period: 2003

Age: 1 year old

Pain.

It was the first thing I felt as I blinked awake in a room that was far too quiet, far too sterile. The memories of my past life swirled in my mind, each one more vivid than the last. I remembered the life I had on Earth, the accolades, the wealth, and the technology that made me a young billionaire. I was a genius, someone who built empires with nothing more than ideas and the drive to see them realized.

But now... now I was here.

The crib I lay in was a dead giveaway. The soft, padded sides, the mobile hanging above me, spinning slowly with plush toys. This was no place for a man who had once been on top of the world. But the reflection in the polished surface across the room told me everything I needed to know.

I was a baby again.

At first, panic set in. How did I get here? Why was I here? But then, the memories from my past life began to settle, forming a coherent picture. This wasn't just a reincarnation; this was something else entirely. The faces of heroes and villains flashed before my eyes—Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff. I knew them, not just as characters from fiction but as real people.

I wasn't just in any universe—I was in the Marvel Universe.

A strange mix of emotions flooded through me. Confusion, certainly, but also excitement. I knew the future of this world, the threats that loomed on the horizon. Thanos, Loki, Ultron—they were all real, and they would all come for this world eventually. But unlike the people of this world, I had an advantage. I knew what was coming, and I could prepare for it.

The door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man stepped in. His movements were precise, controlled. He was young, maybe early twenties, but his eyes spoke of experiences far beyond his years. This was Kee Brown, my guardian, my butler, and the only person I could trust in this world.

"You're awake, little master," Kee said softly, his voice carrying a calm assurance that seemed to soothe the raw nerves I didn't even realize I had. He approached the crib, his dark eyes studying me with a mix of concern and curiosity.

I stared back at him, realizing that Kee was more than just a servant. He was loyal, fiercely so, and he would be an invaluable ally in the days to come. But for now, I needed to understand my situation better. I needed to know why I was here, and more importantly, what I could do with this second chance.

Kee reached into the crib and lifted me gently. I remained silent, my mind racing as he carried me to a window overlooking a vast estate. The world outside was vibrant, alive with possibilities. This was a playground for someone like me, a place where I could build, manipulate, and ultimately control.

"You're going to be someone special," Kee murmured, almost to himself, as he looked out at the grounds. "Your parents left you with a legacy, but I have a feeling you'll create one all your own."

If only he knew.

I was no ordinary child, and soon enough, the world would come to realize that. But first, I had to grow, learn, and most importantly, I had to survive. This world was dangerous, filled with beings far more powerful than I was at the moment. But that wouldn't last long. I had something they didn't—knowledge.

And knowledge is power.

As Kee placed me back in the crib and began to leave the room, I closed my eyes, letting the memories of my past life wash over me. I would bide my time, grow stronger, and when the time was right, I would make my move.

This world would know the name James Pluto, and it would learn to fear it.

Chapter 2: The Awakening of Power

Time Period: 2005

Age: 3 years old

The days turned into weeks, and I played the part of the innocent child perfectly. Kee, ever the dutiful guardian, ensured that I was cared for, never suspecting the thoughts that were churning inside my mind. Each day, I grew stronger, my body developing faster than it should have. But it wasn't just my body—it was my mind as well.

At three years old, I was already displaying signs of accelerated growth. My limbs were strong, my movements coordinated, and my mind sharp. My skin was a rich, deep brown, a stark contrast to the silver-gray eyes that seemed to unsettle everyone who met my gaze. Even at this young age, I was tall for my years, with a physique that hinted at the athletic build I would one day possess.

I began to test the limits of my new form, reaching out with senses that were sharper, more attuned to the world around me than they ever were in my past life. It was during one of these moments, as I lay in my crib, staring at the ceiling, that I felt it—a pulse, faint but persistent, just beneath the surface of my skin.

Life.

It was everywhere, in the plants that lined the nursery, in the insects that buzzed outside the window, even in the very air I breathed. I could feel it, touch it, and with just a thought, I could manipulate it.

At first, I hesitated. This was new, different from anything I had experienced before. But then, curiosity got the better of me. I reached out with my mind, focusing on a small plant that sat on the windowsill. It was nothing special, just a simple fern, but as I concentrated, I felt a connection form.

The plant responded, its leaves twitching as if caught in a sudden breeze. I focused harder, and the plant began to grow, its fronds unfurling, stretching towards the light. It was exhilarating, this feeling of control, of creation. I had power in this world, real power, and I had barely scratched the surface.

But with power comes responsibility—or so the saying goes. I wasn't sure I believed that. Power, in my experience, was to be used, harnessed, and wielded like a weapon. And in this world, I would need every weapon I could get.

Kee entered the room, breaking my concentration. The plant stopped growing, returning to its normal state, but Kee didn't notice. His attention was on me, as it always was.

"Time for your nap, little master," Kee said, scooping me up from the crib.

I closed my eyes, feigning sleep as he carried me to the large bed in the corner of the room. But my mind was anything but quiet. I had discovered something incredible, something that could change everything. And I wasn't about to let it go to waste.

As Kee placed me in the bed and pulled the blanket up to my chin, I made a silent vow to myself. I would learn more about this power, this Lifeweaver ability. I would master it, control it, and when the time came, I would use it to carve out my place in this world.

Because in the end, power is the only thing that matters.