Chapter 1

United States, New York.

West coast of Manhattan Island.

In a dimly lit studio apartment, a white teenager lied in his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Where am I?"

The guy took a deep breath and sat up.

He looked around, his curiosity about this unfamiliar environment had dwelled.

"Nice apartment!" He couldn't help but comment.

Eric subconsciously touched his right wrist, where he had a watch that he had never seen before.

He finally decided to stand and a sense of vertigo immediately hit him.

In front of him, it was like a pulling film, showing some pictures from memory.

This is not his memory.

It turns out that the name of this body is also called Eric, Eric Williams, an student from the Computer Science Department of Caltech and a very small computer nerd.

He who has read countless books, knew very well what was happening.

He had transmigrated.

After his parents death, Eric asked for a break from University and came back to New York alone.

More specifically he was now in a very important place, his parent's company.

His dad loved Videogames and wanted to create his own, so he became an Indie Developer alongside his mom.

Or at least that's what he got from the memories.

Last week they died.

He got a call on Class and after coming back, it hit him hard emotionally.

Suddenly, he found some special fragments in his memory.

"Playboy Tony Stark? Stark Industries?! Huh!"

Even someone who hasn't seen a Marvel movie may have heard this name to some extent!

With the existence of this person, it means that this world is the Marvel Universe!

He walked towards a mirror and stared at his body.

Even though he and the original owner of the body shared features, haircut wise they were very different.

His fade on the sides were gone and his hair now looked more like Tobey Maguire in Spiderman 1.

In other words it looked awful.

"I need to get a fade."

The more these messy memories appeared the more weird he felt, parents, friends, hobbies, the way his room was decorated, nothing was the same.

He also realized that this parallel him was a little more studious that he had previously realized.

Studying in a Top University with an objective of focusing in IT, doing photography in his private time, learning Coding for fun and also having private language Classes...

But it wasn't much different than previous life him, a Stanford graduate who was also focused in IT and constantly participated in the Entrepreneur events.

There was one more thing that really shocked him after he got his memories.

'This guy wanted to go to China to beat up a Baby panda!'

He peacefully accepted this stuff after he started reading his diary.

'Guess I have to continue with your dream... right...?'

There were also long text explanations over his previous host motivations for wanting to beat up a baby panda.

It was written in clear words.

"They don't reproduce, they don't fight, they're lazy.- At what point does humanity just decide to pull the plug on them?"

"Beating up one is enough for some revenge for those animals in danger of extinction who died out of uglyness!"

As for why a baby panda and not an adult one.

I'll leave that for the readers to think for themselves.

To his surprise, Eric found himself agreeing with some of his other me's ideas.

'I mean he ain't wrong...'

Would people save pandas if they weren't cute?

How many animals in danger of extinction would we be able to save if we focused on the ones who wanna reproduce!

After going through all his memories, he realized that although this reality was the same as the one he knew, he felt really weird.

Coming to live at this time is too much of a change for him.

No Smartphones!

Phones in this time have keyboards.

No Social Media!

Facebook is still a thing but only exclusive to Universities.

No League of Legends!

'I can accept that.'

He did found extremely weird was that he was now in an 18 year old body again..

'I only needed to live for 2 more years and get some stock options in Amazon, now I need to start over.'

So in short words, he just came over to this world.

No death.

No getting killed to save an orphan from imminent death.

No saving someone from getting run over.

Sigh!

....

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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