Pain.
That was the first thing I felt. A searing, indescribable agony as my very existence was stretched, torn apart, and scattered across the void. It was a sensation that should have driven me insane no, erased me from existence entirely. But I endured.
I had no memory of how I got here, wherever here was. One moment, I was just an average guy, wasting away in the mundane drudgery of life. And then, I wasn't.
I awoke if you could even call it that to nothingness. A void so complete, so utterly empty, that even the concept of space and time held no meaning. There was no ground beneath me, no air to breathe. Yet, I existed. And I was aware.
Then, the universe was born.
A blinding flash consumed everything. I watched in awe as existence itself ignited around me. The Big Bang a cataclysmic explosion of pure creation, birthing time, space, and matter in an instant. I felt it all. Every proton colliding, every atom forming. The very laws of physics crystallizing into place.
And in that moment, I knew.
I wasn't just witnessing the birth of the universe I was part of it.
Something fundamental within me had changed. I could feel my body or rather, the idea of a body existing outside the constraints of time. The energy of creation coursed through me, reshaping my being into something more. Something divine.
I willed myself to look at my hands, and they materialized glowing blue, shimmering like the cosmic dust swirling around me. There was no flesh, no blood. Just pure, unbound energy shaped by my will.
I had become something akin to him. Dr. Manhattan.
How? Why? The questions were endless. But they didn't matter not yet. Because for the first time in my existence, I was standing at the dawn of everything. And I had the power to shape it.
The First Thought
I extended my hand, my will reaching out into the void. The ripples of the cosmos trembled at my touch.
In the distance, galaxies were forming, stars igniting into brilliance, planetary bodies taking their first tentative steps into existence. I saw the early stirrings of what would one day become the Marvel Universe the primordial chaos that would birth Celestials, Cosmic Entities, and the fundamental forces of reality itself.
And yet, they were not the only ones who could shape this universe.
A thought struck me, powerful and intoxicating: Why should I merely observe when I could create?
I reached outward, grasping at the fundamental building blocks of the universe. Quarks and leptons danced at my fingertips. With the smallest exertion of my will, I bent them to my design.
I sculpted a planet from the void, a swirling mass of gas and molten rock. With a flick of my fingers, I stabilized its core, cooled its surface, and seeded its oceans. In mere moments, I had done what would take nature billions of years.
I had created my first world.
A thrill ran through me. If I could do this, what else was possible?
The Rise of an Empire
A world was not enough. Not for me.
I was a god now at least in power, if not in wisdom. The thought of simply drifting through eternity, watching the Marvel Universe unfold as it was meant to, felt… unsatisfying.
Why should I abide by the script?
The Celestials would come, carving their influence into existence. The Watchers would observe, never interfering. The Chaos and Order of the cosmos would find their eternal struggle.
But now, there was me.
I spread my influence, crafting more worlds, forming a system of planets that would orbit a star of my own making. Each world I designed was more than just a celestial body it was a masterpiece, fine-tuned to sustain life far beyond what nature would allow.
Then, I created.
Not just landscapes, but beings. My will shaped them, forming sentient creatures from the dust of the cosmos. They were not bound by the imperfections of evolution, not subject to the randomness of natural selection. They were designed.
Perfect.
I watched them take their first steps, their first breaths. Their eyes beheld me with wonder, and I reached into their minds, planting knowledge. They understood who I was not just their creator, but their god, their emperor, their guiding force
I did not name myself. They did it for me.
"The Prime One."
It was fitting.
And so, my empire was born—a dominion of stars, a civilization birthed at the dawn of time itself. Not bound by the chaos of natural order, but by my will.
As the universe expanded, as life in other corners of existence struggled and evolved, my empire stood eternal. An anomaly, a defiance of fate itself.
But I knew this peace would not last forever.
A Universe That Will Not Ignore Me
The Marvel Universe was vast, ancient, filled with beings who would not simply allow a new power to rise unchecked. The Celestials, those towering architects of life and evolution, would come to judge. The Living Tribunal, the embodiment of cosmic balance, would not turn a blind eye forever.
And beyond them, entities far older and more powerful lurked.
I was no fool. I had seen the future the infinite possibilities stretching out before me. I knew that if I wished for my empire to stand against the tides of destiny, I would need more than just power. I would need to transcend.
For I was not merely a god of one empire. Not just a creator of life.
I was something greater.
I was beyond this universe's rules.
And soon, all of existence would know it.