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Haven just deadpanned at the man he knew to be his father—the deadbeat who only showed up once in a blue moon to be a nuisance. The man, like his mother, never seemed to age past his prime, even when they should be well past middle age.
"Save the little girl," he said. Haven nearly scoffed. If he'd known a legion of futuristic mechas would show up shortly after, he'd have likely done just that to avoid the hassle.
"So what are you? Alien? God? Devil?" Haven asked, stifling his annoyance.
"Technically, I've been all three in the past, but I'm sure you're smart enough to realize what role I'm playing today," his dad grinned.
"True enough. The truck was a little cliché, don't you think?" Haven pointed out, making his father's smirk grow. "But was sending an asteroid at my planet really necessary for this?" he further complained.
"Come now, I've already fixed the mess you helped create; otherwise, your mother would have harangued me to no end," his father claimed, and Haven nodded along. It was true that his mother's lectures could go on for what felt like forever.
"Alright, so what now? Am I going to get some wishes, or am I being sent off to my next adventure with nothing?" Haven asked, wanting to get to the point.
With all the nonsense he'd been through in the past hours, he wasn't going to freak out over his father being some sort of omnipotent being. He also couldn't deny the excitement growing within him, but then he frowned, thinking of home—specifically, the only woman he cared about in the world.
His father scoffed. "Please, nothing as simple as that," he said, grabbing a thick stack of papers out of thin air before tossing it over. "Now make your choice, and don't worry, Son, your mother is immortal," his omnipotent being of a father said, seeing his expression—or who knows, the man could likely read his mind, Haven thought, and the knowing smile on his father's annoying face confirmed it.
Haven decided not to worry about it and instead turned his attention to the stack of papers.
"Company of Conquest: Open Positions," Haven read on the cover.
"Necromancer King," was the title of the next page, and he simply rolled his eyes at that.
"Supreme Archmage."
"Holy Paladin Commander."
"Demon Emperor."
Okay, Haven was starting to get annoyed. Up until now, he didn't even know that magic existed; still, in his mind, the power was just so unreliable and fickle.
He glanced over the pages in hand, eyeing his father with a suspiciously raised eyebrow. What game was he playing at? All of these positions seemed powerful beyond imagination. Was there really no catch? And after seeing the exceedingly innocent expression on the man's face, Haven didn't believe he'd get a straight answer anyway, so he simply continued flipping through the pages to find something that didn't involve magic.
Ah, there we go. Almost like his father was trying to hide it, Haven finally found something that caught his interest.
"The Technician."
Sure, it sounded inordinately bland compared to the other options, but Haven was sure this was his only choice if he didn't want to deal with any unreliable nonsense.
After flicking the page over, his father gave him a look. "Seriously, out of all the positions with powers near godhood, you choose this?"
"Hmph, if I need to rely on any of that magical mumbo-jumbo to reach the powers of godhood, then I'd rather stay a mortal," Haven scoffed, making his father shake his head.
"Very well, I'll be sending you off, and I'm sure you realize there's still a good chance of failure where I'm sending you. So don't mess up this opportunity that I was so kind to hand over," his father told him, and he just shrugged. This was such a common trope that he, of course, didn't believe for a second that he'd easily dominate wherever he was being sent.
"Oh, and those demigod powers you were having so much fun with... Yeah, those won't be following you. I recommend taking a few curses so it won't be an immediate game over," he continued from behind his desk. Haven had questions about said curses, but he'd presumably be learning about them pretty soon.
"Alright, alright, I understand, old man," Haven waved off the warnings. He just wasn't the type of person to worry about things he couldn't control. That didn't mean he wouldn't take the utmost precautions, and it may be a tad narcissistic, but he was more than confident enough to come out on top in everything he did.
"Fine, I hope you can at least last a few months. Your mother and I have some catching up to do," his father got the last words in before snapping his fingers as Haven's vision fell into the dark abyss.
After sending his troublesome son off, Lux rubbed a finger across the title of the paper he'd been handed, the "Technician" title changing to "Administrator."
Lux chuckled. There was no way he would get himself bogged down running this little operation. No, he was sure his overly ambitious son would be perfect for the position while Lux would sit back and relax while reaping all the benefits.
And it wasn't like the boy wouldn't get anything out of this for himself. Surely, there would be no complaints in the future, and everything would be fine, Lux told himself.
Whistling, Lux completely forgot about his child as he teleported to the kid's world to go and fuck his mother.
Company of Conquest
Haven cursed his father for putting those nasty images of his sweet mother into his mind. On top of that, the bastard sent him away before he could even curse him to his face. Haven at least took comfort in assuming that his father was still likely listening to his internal monologue. He'd get back at the bastard one day. But for now, the text in front of his blank vision distracted him from beginning to plot his revenge.
System Booting…
Haven rolled his nonexistent eyes. Seriously, Dad, we're going down the system route? How basic, he complained.
Would you like to roll a curse for a random perk? Yes/No
Deciding to take his father's advice for once, Haven mentally selected "yes."
Rolling…
Perk Gained: Crippled Viltrumite Genetics
[Crippled Viltrumite Genetics]
You gain crippled genes from the highly advanced alien race of extremely powerful humanoids native to the planet Viltrum. Note: can be enhanced through unknown means.
Curse Gained: Rapacious Lust
[Rapacious Lust]
Your lust is ever-growing. The longer you go without sexual relief, the less rational you will become until you become a mindless beast that only hungers for sex. You will also gain absolutely zero pleasure from your own touch.
Fucking shitty old man! And what the fuck? He even got a broken-ass perk for such an inconvenient curse. Yeah, that was the last time he'd trust his father.
Would You Like To Roll Again? Yes/No
The message popped up, and Haven obviously chose to pass on rolling again… Only for the screen to do nothing, with the option grayed out, leaving "yes" as his only choice.
Fuming, Haven selected his only option, getting back to plotting his father's downfall as he waited.
Rolling…
Perk Gained: ROB Insurance
[ROB Insurance]
You are immune to mental manipulation and divination. Conceptual laws of reality will assume you to be a natural part of the worlds you visit. Other omnipotent forces won't snap you out of existence for being an outsider.
Curse Gained: Anonymity Lost
[Anonymity Lost]
You won't be arriving in your new world without the higher-ups of the planet at the very least knowing of your existence.
Haven metaphorically sighed in relief, considering he didn't have a body. Okay, this was much better, and he was sure the perk was something he would need to survive wherever he was being sent. It was likely the reason he was forced to roll again.
Would You Like To Roll Again? Yes/No
Luckily, this time he didn't have an issue selecting "no." He didn't want to give his deadbeat dad another chance to screw him over.
Transfer Beginning…
Welcome Host, To Your New World.
Haven didn't know what he was expecting, but he hadn't expected to still be lost in darkness. Please tell him that he didn't end up as a fetus, Haven prayed.
Soon, though, he relaxed after clearly feeling fully grown limbs attached to his body.
Haven kept his eyes closed. He didn't know the situation, but it seemed his crippled Viltrumite genes weren't for nothing as he listened to his surroundings, only able to hear a few footsteps and the rustling of clothing.
Only able to feel himself in some sort of viscous liquid, Haven cursed his father for giving him such a weird start. As time passed and he couldn't feel the need for food or other bodily functions, he was really starting to wonder what the fuck was going on.
"System? Isn't it about time for you to say something?" he mentally asked.
Ding…
Booting up…
Loading Data…
The Administrator Activated.
Welcome, Admin. Choose An Archetype Mission To Gain Skills And Perks.
Artificial Architect
Advanced Armorer
Anatomical Avant-Garde
Automation Artist
Wait, wasn't he meant to be a technician? Ah, whatever, it's likely just his father being a dick again.
And what's up with this lazy-ass system? Not even a basic description of what he was choosing?
While waiting for anything in his surroundings to give him a hint of the setting he'd been tossed into, Haven thought about the options he had at the same time.
With only the titles to go off, he decided to go with what he assumed to be something he already had experience with.
Mission: Artificial Architect Tier Upgrade
Build an artificial intelligence that surpasses any other on your current planet. [0/1]
Haven was happy his guess paid off. While the Anatomical Archetype was tempting considering his crippled genetics, he wouldn't likely get access to the necessary resources anytime soon.
As he contemplated the future evolution of his system, more time went by, and Haven's patience started to wane. Finally, he heard something beyond the ordinary office chatter he'd been getting used to.
"Hail Hydra," a man's voice barked, receiving the same in return from a feminine one.
"How is the subject?" the female asked.
"Vital signs are nominal. He'll be ready for conditioning within the week," the man replied.
Okay, that was a pretty obvious clue for the world he was in, and almost like his system agreed with his thoughts, more text appeared in his vision.
X-Gene discovered… Creating Skill…
Skill Gained: Frequency Manipulation Mutation - Novice
[Frequency Manipulation Mutation - Novice]
The limited ability to generate frequencies from your body.
With the system confirming it, now the only question was what version of Marvel he'd ended up in, something for him to figure out later. As for now, Haven was getting a taste of his first curse, the feminine voice sending blood rushing to his manhood. Damn, how long had he been stuck in this place?
"Anomalous activity detected," Haven heard another voice say as they rapidly typed on a keyboard.
Well, looks like the jig's up, he thought, opening his eyes for the first time to see a typical white lab room from the transparent glass he was trapped behind.
His eyes met with the startled ones of the few in the room before he decided to test out how much strength this new body of his contained. Placing a hand on the thick glass, he grinned as webs of cracks spread with the little force he applied.
Clenching his fist, Haven realized that his power wasn't even close to what he felt during the final hours of his last life. But it would be more than enough to handle this.
Haven shot his fist forward, shattering the glass before whatever fluid he was floating in spread across the floor, the many tubes and needles stuck in his body being ripped out as he landed. Blood flowed out of the holes left behind, but what little healing factor he had easily took care of the minor injuries.
Grinning at the defenseless Nazi scientists, Haven bolted at the one running toward a big red button on the wall labeled as an alarm. The man didn't even make it five steps before Haven's hand was firmly around the scientist's pencil neck, and with a flex, the man slumped to the ground with his neck bent at a sickening angle.
Looking back, Haven found the three remaining scientists with their hands raised in the air, seemingly unprepared for the possibility of an escaped test subject—something they were likely regretting more than a little at that moment.
"You should barely have the mental capabilities for motor functions… fascinating!" one of the men exclaimed, making Haven roll his eyes. Why were scientists like this? The man's life was forfeit, and he was still thinking about nonsense.
Calmly walking toward the group, his semi-hard cock menacingly waving as he moved, it didn't take him more than ten seconds to end the lives of the remaining scientists, except for the lone female.
"Enter your credentials. That is, unless you want to end up like the others," Haven commanded, pointing at one of the computer monitors.
The woman looked shocked that he was speaking, but still hastily walked over to the keyboard and entered her login information.
Haven glanced down at the seated woman's blouse, noticing the hint of cleavage on display. Tempting; it really was, but he still had enough rationality to focus on what was important.
Completely going against his word, Haven snapped the Hydra woman's neck, tossing her cooling corpse off the seat and sitting down himself before starting to tear through the systems.
Skill Generated From Previous Knowledge [Hacking - Expert]
[Hacking - Expert]
You are an expert at breaching defended systems.
"And… I'm in," Haven quipped, glad no one was around to hear that.
Turning back to the monitor—more importantly, the file labeled *Project Haven*—he sighed. It looked like he was never going to escape that name.
Reading through the many folders, he scoffed at the audacity of these mooks. They find mysterious and indecipherable genetic material from a meteor sample and decide to mix it with a mutant's sample to see what happens. What were they expecting?
Alright, who was the mutant in question? Haven wondered, searching through more files, already having a bad feeling about what he would find.
Ororo Monroe, Codename: Storm*
Haven groaned, looking around the trashed room before walking over to a mirror.
The handsome chocolate face that could put models to shame didn't surprise him. No, that was a familiar sight from his past life. Now, the only difference was the stark white hair that only added to his striking looks.
Fucking deadbeat godly fathers, Haven lamented. Why did the bastard have to make him the biological child of the superheroine his real mother was so famous for portraying?
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