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Everyone in this author-forsaken world hated me. Why? Because I was simply better than them. Was it my fault that I awakened consciousness as a sperm, mastered life energy the next second, learned how to rearrange atoms in the same moment, and then went on to massacre my filthy monkey sperm brethren racing to reach the womb?

No! It isn't my fault. I am just special. Is it my fault I ended up mastering all the magical arts of Kamar-Taj, which took the Ancient One hundreds of years to master, before I even turned a month old? Is it my fault I can see your ability, find its weakness, and create a better version for myself?

No! It's not my fault. It's just that you're a filthy monkey who, when faced with a superior being, makes excuses like "It is impossible to create or destroy energy." You give up without even trying, while I succeed on my first attempt because I am the better one out here.

How is that my fault? All of you—Beyonder, Scarlet Witch, Loki—just say, "Your genius is frightening!" But it's not frightening at all. My genius is, at most, almost frightening.
(Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first time writing a novel, so go easy on me.)

Table of Marvel: My Genius Is Almost Frightening!

Table of contents

Volume 1