After going through the old Ethan's memories, Ethan's hand instinctively moved toward his neck.
He found no wound or even any kind of remaining scar on his neck. Taking a deep breath, Ethan tried to feel the powers inside him, and, taking his actions as a cue, a surge of energy spread throughout his body.
All the exhaustion in Ethan's body vanished. He felt the sheer amount of raw power surging within him. He felt as if he could tear apart an entire building with his brute force. Not only did he feel sheer strength, but he also sensed the various other powers within him. He instinctively knew that he could use them all. All his wishes had come true.
He let out a wild shout and did not hesitate any further. With a determined will, he started floating. It was a surreal experience for him.
He felt a bit awkward until he reached a few feet high, but slowly his mind became accustomed to his powers, and he accelerated. In an instant, Ethan was several hundred meters in the sky. He was moving at the speed of sound, and Ethan cheered in pleasure.
In both experiences of his life, Ethan had never felt so free—so powerful. Flying was something that everyone dreamed of; the indescribable feeling of being unbound from everything was unlike any other.
Though Ethan wanted to test all his powers, he restrained himself since he was in a highly populated area. He was not worried about damaging people's lives or properties. He had an instinctive control over all his powers and was not concerned about them going out of control.
What he was worried about was being noticed. A lot of "secret forces" operated in the world, and he did not want to be detected too early—at least not until he had his own plans in motion.
Even though the chances were high that some radars must have picked up his unusual flight activity, he did not wish to create more noise.
After enjoying and contemplating these things, Ethan landed back in the alley. He remained silent for several moments and then laughed out loud like a madman, "Everyone... I am coming."
With this, Ethan started to make a slow walk toward his room. Until he arranged his alternatives, he needed to stick to what the previous Ethan had managed to accomplish…
After walking for around 30 minutes, following the direction from previous Ethan's memories, the new Ethan reached a rundown building. Although he was aware from the memories about what kind of condition awaited him, he still sighed in disgust.
"You were in even worse condition than me," said Ethan, thinking about his previous self.
The building was five stories high and was in tatters. It appeared as if it would crumble at any moment. Not only was the paint peeling, but the cement and pieces of bricks from various places were falling. Electrical wires were hanging from the walls. Marks of seepage could be spotted throughout the entire building. Ethan was sure that there was no way the building could be legal.
A massive drain flowed on the backside of the building, emitting a heavy stench. His building alone was not in this condition; the entire street was filled with such buildings and houses. Basically, it was a slum area.
Shaking his head, Ethan walked inside the building and climbed to the third floor. Thankfully, his flat was on the third floor. The stink from the drain was faint at this height, which was a relief for him.
Ethan pushed open the door to his room and entered. It was a single-room apartment. A small, open kitchen was connected to the room, along with a small bathroom.
Having reached the room, Ethan collapsed onto his bed. Now that he had reached the new world, the first task was to determine which time period of the storyline he was in.
And thankfully, he did not have to even move a muscle for this. The previous Ethan had heard news three days earlier about a high-profile kidnapping of one of the richest men in the world: Tony Stark.
Being an impoverished boy, that kind news mattered nothing to old Ethan, but Tony Stark had been all over the headlines. It was hard to not know about such an incident.
"Beginning of the canon," thought Ethan.
"At least, I would not be in a dilemma," said Ethan.
If Ethan had arrived earlier, before the kidnapping, he would have been in a dilemma about whether to save Tony Stark or not. If he had saved him from the kidnapping, he might have obstructed the origin of his favourite superhero. If he did not, then it might have felt bad to see Tony Stark suffer.
But now he felt no such dilemma. Since, Tony had already been kidnapped, it is better to let him built his first suit.
With all these thoughts in his mind, Ethan drifted off to sleep…
Next Morning, the loud honking from the street and the bright sunlight from the small, cracked window woke Ethan up from his sleep. He awoke, and the first thing he did was to think about his new life. A smile spread across his lips.
After getting up from his bed, he freshened up and took a bath. While getting dressed, he took a good look at himself. Before he had transmigrated, Ethan stood at 5 feet 7 inches tall—rather an average height.
But now, after transmigration, he was a complete 6 feet tall. His hair was of a blackish shade with slightly brown eyes to match. His muscles were toned, with six-pack abs and well-formed biceps and triceps. After getting dressed, from the few leftovers in the kitchen, Ethan prepared himself breakfast—two pieces of sandwich.
After having a not-so-fulfilling breakfast, Ethan sat down on his bed and started to think about his plans.
He did not know exactly, but he had a rough estimation that Tony Stark would take around three months to build his suit.
So, in these three months, Ethan had to set his plans rolling into action.
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