Imprisoned within a body, my phylactery all mater in all worlds, my mission genocide of something. The goddess wasn't very clear on what to kill, most likely none humans, but as it is there will be a few unfortunate casualties of A.I.M.
So not really unfortunate killing the researchers who plucked me out of the void while I haven't even arrived at the destination of divine mass slaughter, but here I am reincarnated killed through divine hands for planning on making all human lives under me worse, it was justified, now in order to not lose my rights to an afterlife I serve as a mercenary across the cosmos and immediately the first mission is on hold.
Clearly, I am in some Marvel universe which is just plain wrong, as if I would ever want to come across any being not when a fucking reality warper or psyker is just around the corner, and possible world destruction is a weekly occurrence, monthly at most.
Now here I sit an ever-adapting AI powered robot plucked me out of the void and handed me over to some mad scientists, a cult that worships science, dear god this is home all over again. But as I am not there number one priority right now, well sucks to be them a goddess gave me magic powers, allowing me to skip weeks or maybe months of magical education, and some system that is half designed to monitor me, upgraded stats, and ad 20 plus languages, and handcrafting skills.
Time for debates is over, let's kill everything in a ten-mile radius.
Standing up I reach into my pocket and the pocket dimension within it, the magic shoddily cast will unfold in less than half an hour, and I am still level 1 so not much is to be expected, I take my magic focus my little crystal orb, and with a wave of my hand I speak [Locate City], with the application of a few metamagical traits coming from me every being within a 10-mile radius takes 2 cold damage.
Bad idea my core temperature instantly, tanked with a wave of my hand, strong enough to kill almost all normal people, but I guess adventurers are just built different current hp pool 13 can still do that 6 more times than I really need to heal, and that will be slow. So, for now let's go with prestidigitation on my robes and at least keep ourselves warm.
Can't to do more than that for now, with my body instantly colling down I lose one seventh of my health no problem there yet. With the cantrip Cure Minor Wounds ore healing Word I will get up sooner or later to full hit points. More of a problem of the lack of income of experience points. Nothing died so I have to keep casting and again and again.
Out of spell slots any spell now needs a minute to recover, thankfully I was given spell recovery, I have to use the in-between time to heal myself, who knows how many soldiers there are in this half military/mercenary half science base.
The energy fields of my cell kept strong, the humans out side much less so, after a few more minutes of healing and freezing no more exp came in. Now how much exp did I receive 22500 enough for level 6, meaning level 3 magic was now unlocked, almost level 7 just almost.
Level up time, first up lets just keep the current skillset invest the skill points to max them out according to our current level, now subclass, necromancy. Necromancy Savant, Grim Harvest and Undead Thralls unlocked. Necromancy Savant means can now scribe necromancy spells for less money. Grim Harvest heals me when I kill something with necromancy spells, and Undead Thralls allows for more resurrected undead per spell and makes them better in just about all aspects.
Now all that is left are the feats and spells, first up lets upgrade my nuke, I had 7 feats that I could chose considering my current being was made out of a fusion of 3.5 with 4th and 5th edition, that made sense but was also so broken, but this was Marvel a fucking reality warper could be around the corner, or I span camped him when he was in his own cell, no unlikely otherwise the exp I received would have been astronomical.
Metamagic feat Energy Substitution type electric allows me to, change any spell I cast with an elemental description and change the type to electric, now the advanced feat for that is Energy Admixture which ads the energy type while keeping the other. Next up Born of three Thunders, when casting a electric spell I can declare it to be born of the three thunders and its damage then turns into half thunder half lightning, and ads a thunderclap that stuns all creatures for 6 second that fail a fortitude saving throw, having them fall prone if they then fail a reflex save.
And finally Explosive Spell which throws any enemy who fails a reflex save back to the end of the spell radius and for every 10 feet travelled hurts for 1d6, uses a spell slot 2 levels higher than the initial spell.
Eschew Materials now I no longer need any materials for spells that don't have a price written.
Selective Spell to never be caught in my own magic as I can now select 1 individual whenever I cast a spell that won't be caught by any of its effects. Last but not least Craft Wonderous Item, a Item Creation feat allowing for more fun down the line.
Now for the 10 magic spells I should receive once I select them, level 1 spells Absorb Elements and Protection from Evil/Good/Chaos/Order. Now for the 4 level 2 Spells Misty Step, Full Pouch, Suggestion, Knock. Level 3 Spells Animate Dead, Fireball, Twine Double, Magic Circle against X, Glyph of Warding.
Every Spell needs at least minutes equal to its level to get a rudimentary understanding of what to do good enough to actually cast them at least, the rest I should be able to wing with my great atonement to the magical forces. I hope.
5 spells I can learn without having to forget a previous one, I deleted the ritual spells from my memory and learnt, Misty Step, Knock, Suggestion, Animate Dead, Fireball, Twine Double and, Glyph of Warding and that was that. I am still in my Cell but I now know a bit more magic in about 20 more minutes.
"Work sigh"
Welcome back in school only now in a self-study period, and your absent teacher is a god who drops pages in a book, or is most likely the page implanted into me, who it something drops pages into my book for me to study great.
Such is life and the school of death.
3rd person
Undisturbed sat an almost 80-year-old women, while still not looking a bit her age, in her chair scheming on how to keep the world form ending for another day, looking at the New Yorker sky rise.
Well until an officer stormed in, a more than welcome distraction for now.
"Ma'am, there has been a new energy signature, flickering in Nepal, repeatedly decreasing temperatures far below standard, every 6 seconds at first till it was at an interval of 1 minute 30."
Turning her head, she new something was left out, so she replied, "What is the Psydivisions intel, and where in Nepal exactly?
This was where things started turning south for the WW2 veteran, who never got to retire.
"Nothing as of yet, civilian casualties are unknown, and close to the theorised headquarters of A.I.M, ma'am", finishing with a salute the officer hands over the readings.
"Well as the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division of Earth it is our mission to investigate. Do we have anything besides standard gear for this mission soldier."
"There has been nothing from the either of the stark siblings about the mass production of the armours yet, but we should have some other suits in store, ma'am."
"Damn that I know, just hoped for some news about the ultimate's initiative, seeing how things are going with the recruitment and negotiations."
"Give the order for at least 4 teams to gear up and 4 more to gear up and be on standby, I will be moving out, and give me whatever the science department came up since last week, this might turn into a field test.
"Yes ma'am"
Planes on the ready and moving out faster than any neighbouring country can send out complaint about, how S.H.I.L.D despite being financed by all countries of the world was primarily focused on American policies.
There really where focused on the entire planet honestly, not on controlling the uncontrollable citizens of Genosha, or keeping the global interests of the big countries from starting proxy wars, or keeping taps on some outsourced operation of fusing mutant foetuses and corpses in order to create a brainwashed 'god', or the self-named god turned environment activist. Then there was the hulking monstrosity and the dire need for some super serum for S.H.I.E.L. Ds own troops.
But something about this about being kept in the game of life and the politics as exhausting as they could be, gave the super her kicks.