Rebirth in The Arrow (Arrowverse)

The last thing he remembered was the blinding headlights. A loud screech, the gut-wrenching crash of metal, and then... nothing. Darkness swallowed him whole.

But then, there was light. A white, all-encompassing light that pulled him out of the abyss. He opened his eyes—if he could even call them eyes in this place—and found himself floating in an endless, luminescent void. He tried to move, but his limbs didn't seem to respond the way they once did. It didn't matter. In this place, nothing felt solid or real. Just light and silence.

*Am I dead?* he wondered, panic rising in his chest. Before he could think too hard on it, a voice echoed from within the blinding light.

"Yes, you are dead."

The voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that made his entire being tremble. He couldn't see through the light, but he could feel the presence of something—or someone—looming before him.

"You were killed by a drunk driver while crossing the road," the figure explained. "It was an unfortunate accident, but your life on Earth has ended."

The young man—neither too young nor too old—swallowed hard. He felt numb, not just from shock but from the sense of finality the words carried. "So... what now?" he asked hesitantly, his voice small in the vast emptiness.

"You have a choice," the figure said, its tone carrying a faint hint of amusement, as though this part was the fun part for it. "You may move on—either to heaven or hell, depending on the life you've led. Or..." The voice trailed off, letting the implication sink in before continuing. "You may be born in any fictional world of your choosing, and you will be granted three boons of your choosing.

The man blinked—or at least, he thought he did. The light was so bright he couldn't tell. His heart raced at the offer. Reincarnate? In any world? His mind immediately swirled with possibilities. *Star Wars*, *Harry Potter*, *Marvel*, *DC*... but then it hit him. There was only one world where he truly wanted to be.

"I want to be reincarnated in the Arrowverse," he said, his voice firm.

The light seemed to brighten for a moment as if the being was pleased. "Interesting choice," the voice mused. "Very well. However, I must warn you—if you select to reincarnate as a specific person or at a specific time in the timeline, it will count as one of the three boons I grant you."

The blinding light began to recede, revealing the ethereal figure whose voice carried an air of calm authority.

"You may now request your three boons," the figure intoned. "State your first choice."

The young man, full of determination, said, "For my first boon, I wish to be reincarnated as an exceptionally handsome man - like good height, body and face, 20 years old, in Starling City and the day Oliver Queen gets shipwrecked.

"Very well," the voice confirmed. "Your first boon is granted."

The ethereal figure's light brightened again as the voice resumed. "State your second boon."

The young man took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "For my second boon, I would like the IQ and knowledge of all scientists from any fictional universe."

The figure's light dimmed slightly, and the voice responded with a hint of restraint. "Such a broad request exceeds the limits of what can be granted. Instead, you may choose the IQ and knowledge of one specific individual."

The young man pondered briefly before deciding. "In that case, I choose Tony Stark." Mainly for his knowledge of armors.

"Your choice is noted," the figure replied. "You will receive the IQ and knowledge of Tony Stark from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. You won't get his knowledge directly from comics as that crosses the limits for this world. This will include his intellectual capabilities and technological insights but will not encompass his personal experiences or character traits."

The ethereal figure's light brightened once more, signaling the next phase of the process.

"State your third boon," the voice instructed.

The young man, having already given significant thought to his choices, began, "For my third boon, I wish to create any material out of thin air. However, I understand there will be limits to this ability."

The figure's light dimmed slightly as it responded, "The ethereal figure's light pulsed once more as the voice spoke, "You are limited to creating only one specific material of your choosing, and you will not be able to conjure it out of thin air. Instead, you will need to convert existing materials into this chosen substance. What will it be?"

The young man furrowed his brow, contemplating the new limitation. He had initially hoped for the convenience of creating materials from nothing, but this restriction forced him to think carefully about his choice. Once again, his mind raced through the possibilities—Adamantium's indestructibility, Nth Metal's unique properties, Uru Metal's mystical powers—but one material stood out above the rest: Vibranium.

Vibranium's unparalleled defensive capabilities, its absorption of energy, and its versatility in crafting made it an invaluable resource. Though the idea of converting other materials into Vibranium seemed like a limitation, the potential advantages outweighed any drawbacks.

After a moment of reflection, he made his decision. "I choose Vibranium." Its defensive properties and energy absorption are very useful for me with Tony Stark's knowledge.

"Your wish is accepted," the figure replied. "Very well," the voice said, its tone now final and decisive. "Prepare yourself. Your new life in the Arrowverse begins now."

The last thing Zeus Sterling remembered was the blinding headlights. A loud screech, the gut-wrenching crash of metal, and then… nothing. Darkness swallowed him whole.

But then, there was light. A white, all-encompassing light that pulled him from the abyss. He opened his eyes—or at least he thought he did—finding himself lying on a soft, comfortable surface. As his vision cleared, he saw that he was in a sleek, modern apartment. The skyline of Starling City stretched out before him through large windows, the sunlight casting a warm glow over the familiar streets.

Sitting up, Zeus noticed a note on the nightstand next to him. He picked it up and read the information on it: **Zeus Sterling**, 20 years old, listed as an orphan. All the papers related to his identity were present there. The note also included other details like his background and place of birth.

As he absorbed the information, a mix of excitement and confusion filled him. He was in Starling City, exactly as he had hoped. He had his new identity and the reality of his situation settled in. His new life had begun, and with it, the chance to prepare for the challenges that lay ahead.

He sat up, running his hands over his face, feeling the sharpness of his new features. The handsome, fit body he had asked for was now his. As he stood and looked out at the city, a sense of excitement filled him.

His new life had begun.