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Brooklyn Bridge, New York City
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"Urgh," He groaned out loud, his head feeling as if it was splitting at the seams, the mere sound of his own groaning enough to send spikes of pain up his spine.
What was happening? Last he could recall, he was standing in the absolute cold, looking at a concrete jungle, waiting for….
TING! Welcome Host! Congratulations on surviving the process!
For surviving a process with an astronomical fatality rate, Silver Ticket X1
His eyes snapped open in panic and confusion as he found himself at lines of text even when his eyes were closed, immediately regretting the decision as the sun's light seemed to be intent on stabbing him right in his eyeballs. Blinking the spots out of his vision, he found himself looking at a cloudy sky.
Even the act of getting up was discomforting as he found himself sitting on ice, and that was not a comfortable experience. Quickly getting up, he immediately had to hold onto the railing for dear life because his head began swimming, due to the hunger? Thirst? Cold? Hypothermia?
He did not know, and was not in the right headspace to figure out. What he did know, however was that, just like last night with that countdown, there was something that was in his vision that followed him no matter where he looked.
Ignoring the people that were walking on the bridge, he held himself upright and looked at the waters that were sure to be freezing, and he flinched as he had to physically push himself from the railing to get the thought of jumping to his death out of his mind.
Unheeding of his internal panic, whatever this thing, this curse was, spoke in his mind this time.
Host discombobulation detected. Initiating basic information package download
He barely muffled a panicked scream, drawing looks of pity and disgust in equal measure as he found himself wondering if he had finally gone mad, if the stress of being dropped in an unknown land with no recourse in sight had finally made him snap, only for a sense of otherworldly calm to banish the panic.
He then winced as he felt information being downloaded straight into his mind, as whatever it was that enforced the calm on his mind worked overtime to suppress his growing panic at what he was learning in real time.
Gacha? Tickets? Reincarnation? Death?
He trembled all over, finally understanding what had happened to him.
He died. How? When? Where? He did not know but he did, and then….he was brought here, to the Marvel Universe.
No explanation as to why he was chosen, or at what point he was dropped off. Just a cosmic decision, taken on his behalf and thrown away like an afterthought in one of the most deadly fictional universes of all time. Except, it was no longer fictional. To him, it was his reality now, and only the curtain of calm on his mind helped him avoid emptying the contents of his already hungry stomach.
Then, there was this Chaos Gacha. A literal gambling mechanism coupled to a system that had omniversal reach, allowing it to give him anything, ranging from a pair of tweezers to the ability to reshape reality as he saw fit, provided he had the corresponding value tickets.
Bronze. Silver. Gold. Platinum. Diamond. Legendary. Mythical. Divine.
Then there were the sub categories like abilities, familiars, items, etc.
He got tickets according to the level of "feats" he performed, whatever that meant. How they were judged, who judged them was not in the basic data packet downloaded straight into his mind, which was yet another distressing point that was not helping his panic.
He just hoped that whatever the system did to calm him down was not like a dam, just holding the panic back, and when the wall disappeared, the panic came crashing down.
He was also informed of the price he paid to get this tutorial, as it was not free. His name, his identity, was taken in exchange for the tutorial process, without any consultation with him whatsoever. Or maybe that did happen but he simply did not have the memories of doing so. Either way, it was incredibly distressing to know that right now, he had no name.
His memories? Blurred but Yes. But his name? His identity? No. Just a blank where his name would be. He couldn't even remember the names of his loved ones from back home. He could remember their existence, but not their names, not their faces. It was…..
Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down, trying to think of only the positives of this, of the good that could come out of it. The thoughts of getting honest to god superpowers, the ability to control his own fate, to never have to worry about his finances or where his life was going, was admittedly tempting.
After what felt like forever but was probably just minutes, he felt calm enough to open his eyes, seeing no one in front of him, which was a relief because he did not know how his social anxiety would take strangers speaking to him.
As soon as he tried to stand up, though, the voice spoke to him once more.
For accepting the existence of the system and the current reality, Bronze Ticket X1
"Brnoze, huh?" He muttered to himself, dusting himself off and taking off towards the city, the New York City. If he could not get feats in the city that was the centre of every single major plot line in the Marvel Universe, then he might as well jump into the river.
As part of the starter pack, Golden Ticket X3
Tutorial complete.
He paused mid stride, as he felt more than saw the three shiny new golden tickets awaiting him, on top of the one silver and one gold he got for the feat of surviving and accepting the situation. The fact that he got three Gold Tickets as part of the tutorial made the loss of his name a little bit more palatable, but even so, the profound sense of loss did not go away.
It was only buried beneath the urge to move and live in this hellscape world because make no mistake, this was hell for powerless people, people who did not have superpowers. Hell, this world rarely ever lets people with superpowers have a happy life.
As part of the information package, he also knew that he could either take the tickets out and manually tear them to get rewards or just think of the action, and it would happen inside the system automatically, just in case he wanted to maintain stealth.
So, he rolled the gacha.
The first to go were the Gold tickets as he hoped to get good rolls for all of them. His understanding of gambling in general told him that it was basically impossible for that to happen, but hey, a man could dream.
Especially since said man did not even have a name and could use some luck to tide things over for a while.
A giant golden wheel with dozens of shining lights on it appeared in his mind as it began rolling at high speeds, too fast to read anything on it, before it slowed down, showing him his first draw.
[Beach Key]
|Elite Item|
An ornate key that, when turned in a sufficiently large space, creates a portal leading into a pocket dimension that is 10 km x 10 km x 10 km in size that contains a beach that leads into a sea filled with sea life. Perfect for fishing or taking a relaxing vacation. The gate that leads outside the dimension is always open and leads to where the entrance was last opened.
His eyes grew wide, as he barely contained himself from bursting out with laughter right there on the bridge. Instead, he settled on barely contained laughter as he felt his shoulders relax, a giant burden lifted off of them. And in a sense, it was. A large, secure place with food, provided he could fish, was just the thing he needed right now.
He looked down as he felt a heavy weight settle in his palms. He opened it to reveal a large golden ornate key in the shape of a sea anchor. It was not practical by any means, but who cared! It was magic!
Grinning like a loon, he continued walking, as the primary problem of shelter was secured if one condition was fulfilled. It said that the key needed a sufficiently large space, which might be a problem to find, based on how the portal worked.
Did the portal remain open with the key stuck on the surface, if he remained inside the dimension? Or could he just enter the dimension and close the entrance behind him, essentially becoming untouchable to a vast majority of threats on the planet?
A question that could only be answered by trial. Intending on doing just that, he continued to walk as he rolled the gacha once more. With the luck gods shining upon him, he expected a great run once more. The stereotypical sounds of the gacha being rolled filled his ears as he saw the wheel slowing down.
[Ancestry]
|Elite Trait|
You have some... unique ancestry, your parentage and lineage have changed from mundane or regular to you being the secret child of a great figure, which figure? Who knows, maybe they were a great swordsman or a legendary magician. Once you unlock your lineage ability or talent, this trait gets replaced with it.
Huh. Not as great as the first one but maybe something that could be useful later on? It wouldn't hurt to have some background in this world. Maybe a latent, powerful bloodline? Not immediately useful but might be later on.
Not deterred by the results, he rolled the gacha once more.
[Alcina Dimitrescu]
|Elite Familiar|
Resident Evil - Alcina is a former feudal lord who was transformed by a bioengineered parasite that fused with her body, granting her extreme regeneration, enhanced physical stats, and shapeshifting. She can also become a grotesque draconic being of great power after consuming enough blood. Although she does require regular intake of blood to function despite not being a vampire. A known cannibal, she views humans as nothing more than playthings or source of food and relishes in their suffering.
And promptly froze in place, recognising the name of the familiar that the Gacha had just granted him. All he knew about her, from ages ago, was that she was some sort of failed experiment, becoming ageless and extremely cruel as she drank people's blood to maintain her health or something, because of some ancient blood related disease.
"Ah, f*ck!" He cursed as he felt the Gacha try to form her, only to halt as he sent panicked thoughts of not letting her out of the system and into the real world. According to the info pack, he knew she was absolutely loyal to him, but even loyalty could only go so far. The familiars would avoid harming their masters directly, obey any directly given orders, but retain their original personality.
And that was a big asterisk for him. He broke out in cold sweat, as he realised the danger he could be in if he let out a vampiric supermonster who was almost a century old and had the experience of politics and ruling over a small kingdom.
Shaking his head, he ignored the slight pressure he felt the longer he did not release her, and hurriedly moved onto the next roll, whilst power walking towards the city. The faster he got into his pocket dimension, the sooner he could release her and lock her down together than Fort Knox because that was a dead ass cannibal in his system's storage.
Rolling the silver ticket, he just hoped for something useful instead of a vampiric nightmare.
[Death Claws]
|Common Familiar|
Fallout - A bioengineered creature made to be the optimal melee combatant with sharp and durable horns, claws, and fangs. A single Deathclaw can tear apart even a tank and get stronger by absorbing radiation. You get an Alpha Male Deathclaw and a Deathclaw Female that can breed with each other.
He tensed when he saw that it was yet another familiar but sighed in relief once the details were transmitted to him. Not sapient, then. Just sentient bioengineered reptilian predators. Yet another roll that he could not take out and was not immediately useful. Perfect.
Apparently, the gacha lived up to the principles of gambling.
Aaand, there was the pressure. Keeping them contained in the familiar space was not free, it would seem. There was now a dull ache in his mind as he held not just the vampiress back, but also the supersolders. Also, they could breed.
Perfect!
Now positively running to get to the end of the bridge faster, he rolled the gacha for the last time, using the bronze ticket, not having much hope for any useful results.
[Vinelash]
|Uncommon Ability|
Allows you to create supernaturally strong vines out of your body under your control. The durability, strength, and size of the vines scale with your own energy levels. You can manipulate these vines like second lips to use as whips, grapples, binds, etc. You can also make them sprout thorns using additional energy. Once you stop supplying energy, the vines vanish.
He nearly stumbled and had to actively stop the vines that were going to sprout out of his body to help steady him. He was just so shocked at getting something actually useful from a Bronze ticket that he just stood there like a loon for a few seconds before the dull ache in his mind informed him of the familiars just waiting to be unleashed.
Resisting the urge to experiment with the Vines, he imagined multiple uses for them, with the most immediate being fishing, since he was just about to enter a place that had fish in it, and continued to run.
He needed to find a large enough door, in a secluded enough place, just in case the portal remained open as long as he was inside the pocket dimension, in which case, he might have to find a portal door and take it to a hidden place.
As soon as he entered the city proper, the sound of cars in traffic hit him. That, along with the already increased headache from the familiar space, made him wince as he kept looking for his perfect door.
Now, back home, the noise from the streets would have been so much worse since these people actually followed some rules, but due to the added pressure of the familiars, he was finding it hard to keep walking properly, eventually turning into a brisk stride as he kept looking.
His search brought him to a car dealership of sorts, that was completely open, without a gate in sight. It was also closed for some reason. Might be a holiday. As he walked in, however, he realised that it was a car park as well, with a dealership attached to it, probably because of parking constraints.
Desperate at this point, he walked in, knowing that had it been any other day, he would have been kicked out based on his appearance. Pushing past the cringe, he came upon a small shack of sorts, with no label on it.
He checked all around it and saw no CCTV camera nearby, so after marking it as a potential door, he immediately hightailed it out of there and began his search anew. This could work but it was way too public and basically restricted his movement.
He needed something closed off, preferably an alleyway. He came across some, but none that had a door on the side, right up until he came across a hotel/bar/club.
It was quite early in the morning, so he saw no one near the alley. His face lit up as he saw the back door leading to the dumpster. He also checked and saw no obvious camera pointed at the door.
Anyway, he could find something more secure later on. For now, this was enough.
"Jackpot," he whispered to himself as he retrieved the key from his pockets, held it tight, and, after finding no obvious keyhole, just jammed it into the door. Eyes widening as the key sunk into the door, he smiled in relief as an oval shaped, white outlined, portal appeared in front of him.
Wasting no time, he immediately jumped through, with the key in his hands, and instantly turned around to see the portal closing on its own. He tried to mentally will the portal to open and smiled in glee as it did, showing the same green generic dumpster as before.
Sighing in relief, he felt all the strength leave his body as he collapsed on the sand, the sound of waves hitting the beach further relaxing him. He would have slept right then and there, but he had three headaches waiting to get out.
So, as dreaded as he was, he let the vampiric cannibal out, ready to immediately command her, hoping that he was not manipulated by a century old hag on his first day with his powers.
Green vines, with thorns on their side, instinctively slithered out of his hands, as a bright flash happened in front of his eyes, blinding him for a moment. It was good that he did not bring her out when he was on the bridge.
That was basically a call out sign for SHIELD/HYDRA/FBI/CIA and whatnot to just kidnap and dissect him.
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The sensation was odd, he decided. He could feel the woman/vampire/cannibal leave the space that his familiars occupied and manifest in front of him with a flash of bright white light that left him temporarily blinded.
Suddenly, there was this pressure all around him, as if someone unholy had decided to make this their space, and he did not like it. So, with authority he certainly did not feel, he spoke the commands he had already loosely formulated in his mind.
"Stay still until I tell you to move. Do not attack me. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not scheme against me. Do not cast any magic on me. Speak only the truth. Don't do anything that could directly or indirectly hurt me." He spoke out hurriedly, loudly, and clearly, desperately hoping that she heard him, processed his orders, and that the gacha's information of familiars obeying his orders was not wrong.
Abruptly, the pressure disappeared as the sound of tyres being deflated entered his ears, the vast, almost towering presence in front of him receding to human like levels.
A slender, elegant-looking lady was revealed to him, garbed in old aristocratic clothes. The human shape did not fool him, as the hate in the yellow slitted eyes was clearly visible to him. He might not know much, but he knew that the woman in front of him could not be trusted, not at all.
Still, beggars couldn't be choosers, and while not immediately in danger, he was still, very much a beggar, at least in the context of the universe he had found himself in. Hell, even here, in this pocket dimension, he was not completely safe. He knew from his memories that there were beings out there perfectly capable of breaching through pocket spaces, alternate dimensions, and hell, even alternate universes were not beyond the reach of someone on the truly cosmic level.
The woman was still taller than him, not by much, but she had to be at least 6 feet right now, even when she was deflated. In her original form, of which he only had a glimpse, she must be like 10ft, which was awesome as well as terrifying.
So, with the intention of at least using her until she did something unforgivable, he asked his first question.
"Introduce yourself and tell me everything you can do." The question was innocuous enough, borne from manners instilled within him from a previous life. It was common sense to get someone's name before you moved on to the real topic. He just forgot that this was not someone worth extending civil manners to, as he immediately regretted the wording of the question.
The answer came out as if pulled forcefully, spoken in a high pitched voice, indicative of a tirade that was only just gaining steam.
"I am Alcina Dimitrescu, Countess of Castle Dimitrescu and its lands. I am no common creature, no myth to be whispered by peasants—I am a perfected being, refined through blood, lineage, and science beyond your comprehension.
I possess strength far exceeding human limits. Stone yields beneath my hands. Steel bends if I desire it to. My body regenerates from wounds that would kill any ordinary organism, and age holds no dominion over me.
I command my form at will—bone, flesh, and scale–"
"Shut up." He said, tired of the overly flowery language, especially since she was basically glorifying herself, which was extremely cringeworthy in his opinion. Her mouth clicked shut, but her eyes remained wide, her face going extremely red, likely in an effort to open her mouth and curse him or something.
Rubbing his forehead, he sat on the ground, now safe in the knowledge that she was restrained but also faced with a new problem.
The familiar space. It was not something he could access at will. It is not meant to be a long term storage space, as evidenced by the constant pressure on his mind when something was inside that space. When she was inside, the pressure was much higher, likely because of her being someone with far more power than the Deathclaws currently residing in that space.
They, too were giving him a headache, but nowhere near as deliberating as hers. He would still have to take them out, but before that, he had to deal with her.
He had a hunch that the Familiar Space would become accessible to him if he had the right ticket and rolled the right reward, which, in a veritable ocean of rolls, was improbable but a man could hope, right?
Now, to get this headache solved so that he could get the buzz in his mind resolved and get some real food because he was starving, he spoke in a clipped tone, impatient with someone he thought of deserving no mercy or patience, "Tell me your abilities and summarise them in only a few words, 5 at most."
The answers came out immediately, still in that high pitched tone, still with those wild eyes and face set in a permanent scowl, "Enhanced Strength, speed, agility, reflexes, regeneration, agelessness, retractable claws. Alter-form with enhanced everything."
He nodded in satisfaction at the answer, "Go sit down at the edge of this island, don't hurt anything or anyone you find here. Remain there until I call you."
He ducked immediately as the woman suddenly gained a few feet in height and just jumped above him, creating a small depression in the soil around them. He looked back, only to see her a blur in the distance. Despite knowing the commands he gave her, he still swallowed, looking at the hole in the ground.
Wiping the sweat, he sighed and let the Deathclaws out. A breeding pair, too. They too appeared with a flash of light. They were far less threatening as they stood in place, almost docile, though their appearance was anything but. They were almost the same height as Alcina but were far more monstrous in appearance.
Quickly repairing the same commands he gave to the Countess, though he wasn't sure if they truly understood, he watched as they began moving as fast as cars could, which was more than a little terrifying. After all of that, he was left on the beach, sand inside his flimsy clothing, hitting him in the wrong places, but he was still slightly smiling because that pressure inside his mind was fully gone.
After a couple of minutes of just lying on the beach, enjoying the soothing sound of water, he lifted his hand and watched, fascinated, as a green vine burst through his palm, wiggling in the air as if a worm. With a thought, he saw little thorns emerging from the tip and around the edges as well.
With a thought, it broke off his hand and fell on the ground, and suddenly, he could feel it. A sense of exertion, nothing close to exhaustion, but he could tell that repeated usage of this ability was surely going to tire him out.
So, with extreme reluctance, he hauled his ass off the sand and looked at the bare island and then at the water. If he was not wrong, there was talk of fish, here?
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He sighed, getting out of the shallow waters, the vines receding into his body, with no fish to show for it. As it turns out, vines? Even magically manipulated ones? Not a great tool for fishing. Something he should have thought of earlier.
On the other hand, the water in this sea was extremely clear, to the point that he could just see the fish swimming below but could not pi them down, either because of his lack of skill and also because the water distorted the image quite a bit.
So, taking stock of his situation, he had no food, no water(it was just salt water and he had no way of removing that salt from the water), and no tools to use his resources since theoretically he had both of those things, just not usable in their current forms. He needed tools(and expertise) to fish, and fire to evaporate the water and create drinkable water from it.
He was also currently low on energy, because of all the energy he spent on making those stupid vines, with increasingly intricate shapes, all in hopes that at least one of them would help him catch a fish. Fish that were swimming right in front of him, within reach yet so far away.
One good thing that came from this was that he learned some new things about his vine ability, the only offensive ability he had on hand right now.
Firstly, using basic vines is much simpler than trying to manipulate them into intricate shapes or create thorns. Second, he could either absorb the vines back into himself or cut them off from his body with the only caveat being the higher energy consumption if he chose to let the vines go, which is why they slithered right back into his body, even the ones near his legs, as the vines burrowing into the ground allowed him a much better grip.
Even with all of that, he still hadn't dared to venture far beyond the shores because the fear of the deep sea was ingrained into his very being.
Avicii would be so disappointed in him.
Shaking off the sudden melody that appeared in his mind, he made a difficult decision that was based solely on increasing his survivability factor and began walking in the direction of the one person who was powerful and human looking enough to be of any help to him outside this pocket dimension.
The Deathclaws were straight up war machines as far as he was concerned and even then, he was hesitant in letting them outside because in this universe, people could straight up clone entirely different species with just a single drop of blood.
No bone marrow, no brain tissue, nothing else required. It was straight-up magic as far as he could understand it.
Following the depressions on the ground, he ignored the sudden pang of uncertainty that bloomed in his mind when he realised the power difference between her and him but trusting the Gacha, he soldiered on, and when he saw them, his palm met his face in a resounding slap that made Alcina look at him with amusement before her face morphed into the permanent scowl.
As was described in their description when he got them, the two Deathclaws were breeding, in a manner that made him wish he had the ability to mindwipe some memories from his brain, permanently.
"STOP!" He shouted, making them freeze as his understanding of the command reached their brains somehow. After adding another set of orders, he turned to the Countess.
"We will be going outside this place. You will guard me at all costs, from anything that you deem a danger. You will not speak or hurt anyone else unless they are going to hurt me. Disguise yourself and make sure not to draw undue attention. Can you do that?"
She nodded with difficulty, as her form shifted once more, the sounds not being pleasant, as she now stood at a very reasonable 5 '5, with a still extremely pretty face but with a normal looking human body. Not something that would immediately draw attention in Manhattan.
"Follow me," After ordering her, he turned around and thrusted the key into thin air, opening a portal straight to the dumpster. Hastily jumping through, he ignored the sudden change in temperature and speed walked right out of the alley, the sound of her boots hitting the ground telling him that she was right behind him.
Walking on the sidewalk, he eyed the Countess walking beside him, and aside from the look of slight curiosity on her face as she surveyed the tall buildings around them, she did not make any other move, which was a slight relief. Come to think of it, she probably had far better uses than just being a bodyguard but that would mean letting her have her autonomy back and deal with other normal people, and his conscience(and fear) wouldn't allow that.
Mid step, he paused, turning around to find a glass wall of a building in front of him. Leaning in a bit close, he looked at himself, finding his face just like usual, only somehow with more stress piled on top of it. Stepping back a bit, he saw that it was the same as before.
He looked pale, more so than usual and even with clothes on, it was clear that he was firmly in the tall and lanky category, with brunette hair and a clearly receding hairline. He even looked older than he was. The only redeemable feature about his face, told by someone else, were his eyes. Brown eyes, completely normal yet they were beautiful, or he was made a fool of that day.
Either way, that stuff was superficial back then and it was superficial right now, just that it held some importance back then. Now? It barely even mattered if he could just wake up, do something and get a ticket for something like a Tune Up, that would straight up turn him into his absolute best version.
With that self consolation done, they continued walking without a purpose in mind, right up until they passed a park, and a fool decided to try his hand at the Countess, walking right in between them, trying to flirt with her. The man swayed as if about to fall.
"Hello there, beautiful."
He stopped and turned around, watching with amusement as the man courted death without even knowing. Before he could try to stop the man, he noted the bulging wallet in the back pocket of his jeans that were so low it showed his underwear, and immediately had an idea.
"What are you doing?" He walked up to the man and deliberately asked in a hostile tone, nose wrinkling as the man turned and the smell of alcohol and possibly weed hit him with full force.
"Huh?" The man slurred slightly, turning around, as he, despite the smell, got into the man's personal space, goading him. "What's it to you, boy?"
Wow. What creative insults.
"Back off!" He said, shoving the man slightly. The man staggered but maintained balance as he tried a feature of the familiar system he hoped worked properly here. Technically, it was more akin to a translation feature, allowing him to convey the meaning behind his words irrespective of any language barrier, but he hoped it worked on body language as well. Manoeuvring himself so that he faced Alcina for a moment, he immediately whispered, "Steal his wallet," before disengaging and moving back so that Alcina had easy access to the man's back.
The man jumped at him, as he watched her take a step towards them, and then take a step back immediately. He didn't even see her move or anything but she was clearly superhuman so he trusted her and stepped back.
"Come on. Let's go." He said to her as he shoved the man slightly harder this time, making him fall on his ass as they walked away. The man groaned in pain but was clearly in no condition to pursue them, as they walked away with his wallet.
Turning around the corner, he opened it and slumped slightly as he saw barely a hundred dollars in there, along with some receipts. Nothing important like ID or anything, so he did not feel any guilt when he tossed the wallet in a trash can nearby.
For your first petty crime, Bronze Ticket X1
At this point, he wasn't even fazed as he immediately rolled the Gacha, not even missing a step as he saw a cafe in the distance, and was immediately reminded of his impending hunger.
[Linguist]
|Uncommon Trait|
You are able to understand all mundane languages and are very good at learning non-mundane ones, too.
Not wanting to spend a big chunk of his money on just coffee, he began looking for something cheaper, like a food cart while noting the trait he got this time.
Honestly, it was quite useful but he was unsure how it would work. Was it something like the Allspeak that Asgardians used? Where they could understand every language as if it was their mother tongue or would he know that they were speaking French and understand it in French?
Did he know how to magically read and write those languages? What did it mean that he could learn non mundane languages as well? Like runes and stuff? If true, it would be immensely helpful. He could only tell through trial.
Right now, though, food was a more pressing matter. He turned to the side, looking at the Countess. He hoped she did not require human blood as food right now. That would be….unpleasant.
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After a round of three hot dogs and a bottle of water, he finally felt as if his stomach was satisfied. The urge to sleep was heavy, but he had more pressing matters to acknowledge.
Like the giant building in the skyline, with the name STARK shining brightly on it. He was in the Marvel Universe, yes, but which one?
There were quite literally dozens of incarnations of this universe with each one being more dangerous than the last. He needed to do some research but before that, a change of clothes, so that he didn't quite look like a recently homeless person.
A trip to Goodwill later, he had decent-ish clothes, along with clothing that had the Countess sniffing in disdain. After asking directions to the cashier, he was in front of a library, ready to get this over with.
It was time.
….
…
"No ID. No Entry."
There was only one slight problem with that. Apparently, you needed ID to use the computer services in a library, and well, he being a transdimensional refugee did mean he had none of that pesky papers and stuff.
Well, when in Rome, do as Romans do and all that, so he slipped the last remaining twenty he had on him to the strict looking woman who looked at him as if he had offended her entire bloodline. After a tense showdown, her hand shot out like lightning and snatched the note before replying with an indifferent look on her face, "One hour. That's it. No noise."
He nodded at the well placed warning before heading to the upper level where the computers were kept.
For successfully bribing your first government employee, Bronze Ticket X1
He kept that ticket on hand, as he climbed the stairs and sat down in front of one of the empty computers. The slight jostle when he sat down was enough to jumpstart the computer, which made him smile as that indicated the computers being fairly good, probably recently purchased.
"Let's see," He muttered as his gaze went to the bottom right corner as he noted down the date, finally. It had never occurred to him to check the date because, first, he'd thought he was just transported to New York, and second, he was too busy with his literal superpowers to care about something as mundane as that.
11.11.2011 was the date, and depending on which universe he was in, it might be significant. With that in mind, he pressed the browser icon, which was just a chrome rip off, just glowing a whitish blue. Until that opened up, he rolled the gacha.
[Bottomless Swamp]
|Uncommon Ability|
Allows you to transform the ground around you into a bottomless swamp that traps any targets that step on it, making them sink further into the swamp, if they fully submerge, they are fully incapacitated and enter a stasis-like state.
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