Lusborn walked through the dimly lit alley, the concrete walls on either side stained with age and neglect.
The faint stench of damp trash and lingering cigarette smoke filled the air, but he paid it no mind. His focus was singular—transformation.
His destination was Geneva, Switzerland. More specifically, the Metropolitan National Bank—or, as it was truly known, the Global Economic Consortium, GEC.
This was, in essence, the World Bank of the Marvel Universe, a powerful regulatory institution that kept the global economy balanced.
Something he was sure was never mentioned in the movies or comics. So either it was specific to this world, or this world was more fucked than it seemed.
And unlike his previous life, where world banks operated with a semblance of control, this world's economy was far more advanced and dangerous.
Superpowers, corporations like Stark Industries, Wakanda's hidden wealth, though the world didn't know about it for now, and this meant that financial stability required something more than a traditional governing body.
The GEC was the answer to that.
It regulated international finance, loans, and economic development.
It funded large-scale projects, disaster relief efforts, and, most importantly, superhuman affairs.
It was the silent force governed by the World Council, ensuring that no single entity—corporate, governmental, or even extraterrestrial—could completely dominate the financial system.
Even SHIELD received its funding from the World Council, through this bank as its financial arm.
And that meant one thing to Lusborn:
It was absolutely loaded with money.
For all the noble justifications and economic jargon, at its core, the GEC was nothing more than a massive vault filled with enough funds to control the Marvel economy—and that was the only thing he cared about.
Now, it was time to get there.
Glancing around the alley to ensure no one was nearby, he took a deep breath and let his body shift.
His limbs elongated, fur sprouted across his skin, his entire form ballooned in size, and within mere seconds, he had fully transformed into a gigantic dog—not just any dog, but a beast of legend.
His new form was that of Lockjaw, the oversized teleporting dog belonging to the Royal Family of the Inhumans.
Lusborn didn't know much about the Inhumans, but he did know one thing—this dog could teleport ridiculously far.
The thing is, the mode of teleportation was not really clear, some sources had shown that it folds space, creating a short-cut between two places.
Other sources said it briefly shifts into another dimension before emerging at his destination and some others that Lusborn didn't really mind about in his previous life.
However a known fact is that it can teleport to a person or place by just thinking about the place or that said person.
And that is exactly what he needed right now, after all he had was a picture, not like he had ever gone to Geneva.
The problem however was that this lockjaw was rather strong, it could lift over 90 tons of weight with it's jaw, a strength Lusborn was sure he couldn't handle now.
Fortunately for him though, his ability helped him manipulate the creature he wanted to transform into according to his knowledge.
So he went with a slightly smaller size, and bit of strength like a normal dog.
Yet with all these preparations, he wasn't comfortable with just teleporting such a long distance without even knowing how the teleportation really worked.
So focusing a bit, he envisioned teleporting just a few meters away, and the next moment, he felt himself pass through a certain layer of space, and when he opened his eyes, he smiled.
Not like he could, but you get the idea.
Teleporting again this time increasing the distance gradually, he found himself in his room.
He did this because first, his mother wouldn't be at home at this time, second, he locked his room, and lastly, his mother wouldn't even think of going to his room.
But with this experiment, he seemed to have gotten the hang of this thing.
All it gave him was just a little sense of disorientation and nausea, but he figured he could handle it even after a long distance teleportation.
Although he knew lockjaw never felt like this after every teleportation, he figured it might be because it was his first time or something.
He could have made more tries, but he knew that the use of the transformation's ability consumed his stamina.
And he didn't want to exhaust himself before he even got to his destination.
Not to mention he was already worried if his body could handle that kind of long distance teleportation, because he was sure it would take a ridiculous amount of fuel.
Though not like he had a choice. But he had some hope that it won't be that bad.
"Oh, don't jinx," he reprimanded himself.
So, focusing, visualizing a location in Geneva that he had researched—a quiet spot along the quays, where there were enough trees and open space to avoid drawing too much attention.
According to his research, this was one of the places in Geneva that really had the gift of silence.
Little people or no people at all.
The moment the image solidified in his mind, he activated the power.
A deep wooshing sound echoed in his ears, the world around him twisted like a vortex, and in an instant—
—he was gone.
And this was when he knew he had really miscalculated, if before it was like passing through a layer, now this was like passing through a vortex of layers.
Making him realize something obvious that he had ignored, long distance teleportation was not the same as short teleportation.
But really you couldn't blame him, the movies made the teleportation seem way too simple.
The first thing Lusborn noticed was the scent of water.
Fresh. Crisp. Cool. The unmistakable presence of a lake.
The next thing he registered was shade, the cool embrace of trees around him.
The momentary disorientation of teleportation faded, and he opened his large canine eyes to take in his surroundings.
Seems had successfully arrived in Geneva, Switzerland, right along the edge of Lake Geneva.
The trees provided decent cover, and just a few meters ahead, the lake stretched wide, its surface shimmering under the soft glow of the summer sun.
It was beautiful.
The problem? Well he had more than one. But he had to deal with a current one.
He was still in dog form.
And worse—he was not alone.
He didn't know why he was thinking that this place would be empty since it was a really good place for tourism.
Meaning it had people almost all the time, plus it was summer so people were coming for vacations and all that.
Just a few meters ahead, two women stood frozen in shock, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
They were young—probably in their early twenties—both dressed in loose blouses and shorts, clearly tourists or students enjoying their summer break.
Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with fear.
And Lusborn could practically see their thoughts written on their faces.
From their perspective, they had simply been enjoying their peaceful stroll along the quays.
Really enjoying their vacation from the stressful work they usually do, when, out of nowhere, a massive, oversized dog materialized from thin air.
And although Lusborn had tried to reduce the sized, but it was still almost a meter tall, which was intimidating for a dog.
And now?
Now it was staring at them like it was going to eat them, at least that is what it seemed like in their perspective.
Lusborn's first instinct was to calm them down—maybe wag his tail or something—but then, an idea struck him.
A mischievous one.
He let out a low, rumbling growl, his large jaws parting slightly to reveal razor-sharp teeth. His hulking form tensed, and he lowered his head, acting as if he were preparing to pounce.
The reaction was immediate.
The two women screamed—a piercing shriek that echoed through the quays—and bolted in the opposite direction, sprinting at full speed.
"Help! Monstre!" one of them shouted, in what seemed to be French.
Lusborn watched them run, utterly amused, but his amusement vanished instantly when reality hit him—they were calling for help.
Lusborn knew people would come looking.
So he didn't really have time to waste.
Quickly focusing on reverting to his human form, in an instant, the transformation began.
His bones shifted, his body shrunk, the fur retracted, and within seconds, he was himself again.
And then, agony struck.
A brutal, searing pain exploded through his entire body, radiating from deep within his bones. It was as if every fiber of his being was screaming in protest, his nerves alight with fire.
He had teleported too far, that was the difference between short and long teleportation.
His legs buckled.
A sharp groan tore from his throat as he collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with pain. His vision blurred, black spots dancing in his sight, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Shit. What a jinx," he muttered.
And just as the world spun around him, he could hear them.
Reacting to the screams of the two women, several footsteps rushed toward his location.
If they found him here—alone, disoriented, and in pain—he was fucked.
For one, he had no record of traveling from New York to Switzerland.
His passport wasn't stamped, his name wasn't on any flight manifest, and no legal documentation existed to prove that he had legally entered the country.
If the police got involved?
Even a basic background check would reveal massive discrepancies.
And if they dug any deeper?
So much for not attracting attention to himself.
Lusborn gritted his teeth, every nerve in his body screaming in protest as he attempted to move.
The pain was overwhelming, a burning sensation in his muscles, a throbbing headache, a feeling of his bones grinding together.
Truthfully, he hadn't exactly tested this part of his ability.
He had always assumed that the strain of his transformations would only be severe if the creature he took the form of was immensely powerful.
That was why he had made Lockjaw—at least physically weak for any other beings he could think of.
Lockjaw, the oversized teleporting dog belonging to the Inhuman princess, was a creature of peculiar design.
It was large, certainly—practically the size of a small horse, standing almost two meters tall. With the raw power to carry over 90 tons of weight in its jaw.
It wasn't a combat beast, it wasn't an apex predator, and it certainly wasn't a cosmic powerhouse.
Its true strength lay in its teleportation.
The damn thing could teleport from the freaking moon to Earth as if it were a casual stroll across the street.
That was one of the reasons Lusborn underestimated the distance from New York to Geneva.
That level of ability was absurd, and Lusborn had thought—perhaps naively—that because Lockjaw's physical attributes weren't particularly intense, it would be an easy transformation for his body to handle.
And, to some extent, he had been right.
When he had first shifted into Lockjaw, he hadn't felt much strain at all. The transformation itself had been smooth, almost effortless.
Even after testing around, the effect wasn't that obvious.
He had even been confident enough to assume that he could remain in that form for several hours without suffering any significant drawbacks.
But then he had used its power.
Teleporting across continents, from New York to Geneva, had pushed him beyond what his body could handle. The second he had arrived, the backlash had hit him like a freight train.
His limbs had lost all strength, his muscles had turned into unresponsive mush, and now here he was—collapsed on the ground, unable to do anything but groan in frustration.
"Well, good to know," he muttered through gritted teeth, forcing himself to push against the ground.
His arms trembled.
His legs refused to cooperate.
It was as if his entire body had been turned into gelatin, utterly incapable of supporting its own weight. The sheer exhaustion was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
If he had time, he was certain he would recover in about thirty minutes, maybe less. His body was already trying to stabilize itself, the burning ache gradually dulling, but he didn't have thirty minutes.
People were coming.
Panic surged through his chest, sharp and suffocating.
He needed to move.
Now.
Desperately, he tried to focus his mind, attempting to shift into something useful. Something that would let him get away—a bird, a rat, even a damn cockroach.
But nothing happened.
The pain, the exhaustion, and the sheer panic clouding his mind prevented him from concentrating. His current state prevented him from focusing enough to make such a precise transformation.
This was bad.
No, this was worse than bad.
This was an absolute disaster.
His mind raced with the horrifying possibilities.
Forget the unending questions. That wasn't even close to the worst scenario.
If they suspected he was a mutant…
If they ran any kind of tests on him and discovered that he wasn't an ordinary human…
He knew exactly what would happen.
They would slap one of those godforsaken mutant inhibitor collars on him, rendering him completely powerless. They would label him a threat.
They would detain him, likely in some high-security facility for "dangerous individuals."
And then the real nightmare would begin.
They would experiment on him.
They would dissect him, analyze his genetic makeup, try to understand how his abilities worked.
He would be nothing more than a lab rat—locked away, poked, prodded, tested on, and ultimately discarded once they had wrung every bit of information out of him.
His dreams of freedom? His ambitions? His carefully laid plans?
All of it would be gone.
Now he couldn't help but feel that this plan was stupid, utterly foolish. Why the heck didn't he board a plane like normal people.
He wouldn't be this fucked if he had used even a tinny bit of brain.
But that was human nature, he was a normal human being before, and to say thee truth, if a normal human got powers really, would they be calm?
Would they think through before using their powers to get what they wanted, what they couldn't get before?
Absolutely not, a normal human would rash to do what he had seen in movies and fantasized about.
And yet, humans learnt from mistakes, a single mistake like this could cost Lusborn his whole life, and that was something that would be imprinted in his mind forever.
He would learn that this world, was as real as the last one.
This wasn't some fucked up comic he had read, but real in all its senses. Thinking this, he couldn't help but think of his mother.
In his previous life he had longed for one, he had wished she hadn't died, yet reaching this world, he found one and ignored her.
He allowed the feelings of his past self to control him, while she had really done some despicable things to him, at least she was now willing to change.
He had just arrived in this goddamn universe—he had barely begun to carve out his place here—and there was no way in hell he was going to let it all end like this.
He had to think.
He had to act.
But before he could formulate a plan, a voice rang out.
"Hey, guys, guys, I think there's someone hurt over there!"
The voice was male, young, filled with urgency and concern.
Lusborn stiffened.
He wasn't sure how many people were approaching, but judging by the increasing volume of the footsteps, there were several of them.
They had seen him.
And now, they were coming straight for him.
He could hear them shouting to one another, their voices overlapping in a chaotic mess of worry and confusion.
"Oh my God, is he okay?"
"What happened?"
"Did that dog thing they were talking about attack him?!"
Lusborn's heart pounded in his chest, a wild, frantic rhythm.
His position was both a curse and a blessing.
Since he had collapsed with his face turned toward the lake, they wouldn't immediately see his features.
To them, he was just some random guy who had presumably been injured—probably by whatever monstrous dog they thought had been here moments ago.
That gave him a tiny window of opportunity.
But it wasn't much.
And it certainly wasn't enough.
Because within seconds, they would be right next to him.
And the moment they flipped him over, the moment they saw his face, the moment they realized he wasn't supposed to be here—
He would be completely, utterly, undeniably screwed.
The only thought in his mind. How can I get out of this? What are my options?
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Pliz dear readers, this kind of ability I gave him has lots and lots of shit that he can use to grow stronger.
And obviously I cant think of all of them, I might even think of some stupid shit so, that's why I will need yo help.
I need ideas from you guys, I have already received some and it has really enlightened me, so, it would be better if I received more.
Thanx.
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