First trip between universes.

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Chapter 4: Vol. 1: The Fundamentals of Brotherhood

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New York, Marvel Universe. September 6, 2007, 9:00 PM.

Travel between worlds.

If you ask the select few who were able to try it.

They would probably tell you about a unique experience full of mystery.

But.

He would look at you in a strangely disappointed way and probably say something.

It's not how he expected it.

Looking at the Ocelotl cut-shaped portal, he had a very strange look. He didn't know what to expect, and not knowing, he expected an exciting trip with the classic features that used to describe him in the old world, something like a tunnel full of constant views that break reality, or at least intense dizziness.

But in reality, he didn't feel anything.

It's like going through a door.

Something banal and simple.

He just hopes that Light's effects are better, or he will be very disappointed.

Sighing.

He walked away from the portal.

Looking around.

He realized that he was in an abandoned factory. After walking for a few seconds, he found the exit at the end of the scrap metal dump.

This is not how he expected to get to one of the world's best-known people in his previous world.

That's how it is.

Ocelotl, he's in Marvel.

Or one of the many worlds, at least.

More precisely, the universe created by the movies.

Along with some special additions.

After finishing the Headquarters.

He went through all the rooms in the place. Ocelotl had to admit that he felt like a kid in a candy store.

Everything was exactly as described.

And now, with the first step ready.

What he needs is to recruit people.

After thinking about it a little.

He decided to look first for people to help with the creation of the technology company.

Naturally, he is talking about the heart of every enterprise dedicated to scientific advancement.

In other words, scientists.

A person's first thought when it comes to what is most important in a situation like the one Ocelotl finds himself in.

It is looking for combatants.

Something valid.

But, it is not the main thing.

After all.

Many can use their fists.

But not all, the brain.

Don't get him wrong, he's not putting down the fighters.

After all, in the vast majority of, if not all, worlds, violence reigns, the strongest make the rules, and the weak obey.

Is a reality.

But it is also true that there are things that violence cannot solve. It is something qualitative, both aspects are equally important.

For this reason.

He was at Marvel.

Ocelotl was looking for people to create the first large company, a subsidiary of the brotherhood.

Baptized.

Techializtli Technologies.

A company that will give hope.

When all else fails.

When you are on the verge of despair.

...

When you lose hope.

...

We won't do it.

—A good motto. —I reply with a smile.

And that he was the best place to find unknown geniuses.

What a marvel.

A place where geniuses are like leaves. You can find them in many places, and the best thing of all is that most of them are not even taken seriously before the event that catapults them happens, whether on the right or wrong path.

After leaving the old factory. The noise of the metropolis hit him head-on. Watching the people continue with their lives, not caring about anything else, Ocelotl smiled.

He was at Marvel.

He could still remember when he was young, hours and hours of marathons in which he must have watched the movies over a million times.

And now.

At the moment.

He was inside them.

And the best of all.

He knew he could do more than just watch.

All those guys who caused a fury inside him. Watching his actions helplessly, Ocelotl knew that he was no hero. He doesn't consider himself as such, he honestly wouldn't care what happened to things or people he couldn't know.

If an unknown world is destroyed.

He wouldn't care.

That's bad?

He thinks so.

But, in the end, that's how humans are.

Without the power to back up your actions.

They are just empty words.

Without the power to save that world.

You can't do anything but think.

If he could...

I would have it...

If only...

I had power...

...

But he guesses what?

Now.

The soft smile on his face gradually changed.

A toothy grin broke out on his face, changing from soft to wild in seconds.

He can do it.

...

"Hey, are you aware of the new scandal?"

"New? You have to be more specific, buddy. New sh*t happens every second."

"It's about Tony Stark."

"That guy again, something happens to him every week. What did he do this time?"

"Yes, man, he is the damn envy of everyone, you even feel like he's eating away at you. Ha, ha, ha, but Listen to what I have to say. You're going to spit blood from the impression... It turns out..."

Walking through the crowd of people. Hundreds of different conversations came to his ears, the vast majority of which were about Tony Stark.

Something about a massive overlap between models

Stopping in front of a large building. I looked up; it was huge; easily a fortune was distributed in it. For every Marvel fan, this place would be iconic. In front of Ocelotl was the classic Avengers Tower.

Or, at least, it would be in the future.

Disappearing from the place.

In an instant, his body blurred into reality.

*Footsteps*

Walking on the roof of the building, he had a complete view of the panorama. In the distance, he could see the last rays of the sun that marked the end of the day. The sky began to fill little by little with a dark color, full of clouds.

There was a reason why he had come to this world.

And seeing the time.

It seemed like it was time to start.

Activated ability: Clones.

In an instant.

15 copies of it accompanied him on the roof.

Without looking at them, Ocelotl spoke in a serious tone. —They know what to do.

-Understood!

The 15 dispersed in different directions. It was like seeing blurs moving through the darkness.

*Blew it*

A white, platinum mist emerged from the corners of his mouth.

—Just wait...

With a deep voice.

A soft glow covered his body like a blanket. His eyes, previously black, were painted with an intense green pigment.

The world of Marvel.

He had no idea that there was a building on that roof.

A massive change was brewing.

And the beings who could realize the fact. They were blinded by a new power, which they did not know.

Realizing the perfect moment he was in.

Ocelotl couldn't contain himself.

AND

Dropping a famous phrase from his previous life.

He replied.

...

...

This is going to get out of control.