I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed. No nightmares, no flashes of old memories, just the warmth of sunlight filtering through the window. The events of yesterday were still settling in my mind—gacha system, new body, mutant powers… yeah, definitely not a dream.
I stretched, feeling my muscles still a bit weak, but there was a new energy running through me. I checked the system again. Ten points left. Not enough to roll again, but that's fine. I needed a game plan before I threw myself into more chaos.
Let's recap. I'm Douglas Ramsey, a mutant with the power of omnilingual translation. Not exactly the flashiest ability, but I know there's more to it than people think. With the Batman and Spider-Man cards, I've got a slight boost to my physical abilities, but it's nothing game-changing yet. The rest of my items… well, those were interesting.
First things first, the Unstable Molecules Suit. I figured it was some kind of specialized gear from Marvel. I slipped it on, and it fit perfectly. The suit adjusted to my movements, lightweight but sturdy, and I could already tell it had some unique properties. According to the system, it could adapt to different environments, and it was nearly indestructible. I wasn't planning on getting into any fights yet, but it was good to have just in case.
Next, the Heart-Shaped Herb. I knew what that was—the stuff that gave Black Panther his powers. It was sitting in my inventory, just waiting to be consumed. The question was, should I use it now? I still didn't fully understand how the gacha worked. If I ate it, would I get the full power, or would there be some kind of drawback since I'm not from Wakanda? I decided to hold off for now. No need to rush things.
The Memory Card had already answered a lot of my questions, but there was still the emotional baggage of this body's past. He hated mutants, which was going to be a problem, considering I was now one of them. I shook my head. I couldn't dwell on that too much. This was my life now.
Then there was the Neuralyzer. Straight out of Men in Black, a device that could erase memories. I wasn't sure how I'd use it yet, but it might come in handy down the road. The other items—Flerken, Steel Sword, Small Oxygen Tank, and Mr. Bean's Scooter—were all odd but potentially useful. I wasn't about to ride a scooter around town just yet, though. I had enough self-respect left to avoid that.
After a quick check on my inventory, I decided to test the one thing I was most curious about—the Spider-Man and Batman cards. I focused on the Spider-Man card and willed it to activate. Instantly, I felt a subtle shift in my body. My muscles tensed, and my senses sharpened. It wasn't a full transformation, but I could feel a hint of his agility. I jumped a little, testing it out, and landed effortlessly on the balls of my feet. A smile crept onto my face.
Next, I tried the Batman card. This time, it wasn't so much a physical change, but a mental one. My mind felt clearer, sharper. Strategies, fighting techniques, and detective skills flooded into my brain. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was there, lurking just below the surface, waiting for me to tap into it. I could feel the confidence growing in me.
But it was still only 1% and 2%. Not enough to go swinging between buildings or taking down a gang of thugs, but I was on the right path.
Now that I'd tested some of my abilities, it was time to figure out what to do next. I couldn't just sit around waiting for points to accumulate. I needed a goal. A purpose. What does someone do when they're stuck in a comic book universe?
I got dressed in casual clothes and slipped out of my room. The house was eerily quiet, as expected. I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing some food and thinking about my next move. The city outside was bustling, and I knew I had to be careful. As much as I wanted to test out more powers, there were real dangers out there. I didn't have the luxury of assuming I was invincible just because I had a system.
I opened the door and stepped out onto the street. The air felt different—thicker, more alive. The people walking past me had no idea what was going on in my head. Marvel universe, I reminded myself. Anything could happen.
But first, I needed information. My eidetic memory would help with that. The real question was, what world was I exactly in? Sure, this was Douglas Ramsey's body, but which version of Marvel? Was it a universe where heroes were still rising, or were we deep into mutant conflicts?
The answer came soon enough. A loud explosion boomed in the distance, and a plume of smoke rose up over the city skyline. I froze, my heart pounding. That can't be good.
I hesitated for a moment before deciding to check it out. My instincts screamed at me to run the other way, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to see what kind of world I was dealing with. Besides, I had a suit. And a system.
As I jogged toward the chaos, I could feel the tension building. This was it. My first encounter with whatever this world had in store for me. Please don't be some cosmic-level threat right off the bat.
When I finally reached the scene, my stomach dropped. There, in the middle of the wreckage, was a massive figure, glowing with an otherworldly energy. I recognized him instantly.
Juggernaut.