Marvel: My Own Path

Chapter 2 - Reincarnation? System?

Darkness, hollow, nihility. Such are the words that could only describe this endless and limitless void.

Just at this moment, an incredibly minuscule spark of luminosity appeared within the blank expanse.

It was a small ball of light that seemed to have faint sentience.

It was a soul.

'Ah... is this what death is?' thought the conscious soul. 'A perpetual darkness that was void of life?'

'Still, it's better than living like a mindless puppet, deprived of his will...'

'Hmm... sleepy... I want to sleep... but will I be able to wake up or will I enter an eternal slumber in this infinite space?'

The soul seemingly sighed. 'I'm tired.'

Just as the soul was about to descend into an everlasting sleep, a resplendent white light shone upon him that came from who knew where.

'...? What a beautiful light, is that heaven?' thought the soul for a few moments before mocking itself.

'Heaven? I would already be lucky if my very existence itself doesn't dissipate into nothingness, let alone enter the kingdom of heaven.'

'Ah... I will sleep now...' thought the soul as the final will within it, which urged it to stay awake, dissipated.

At that moment, the very same white light was as if it was exuding warmth as it covered the faint, dying soul, it was as if the light was embracing the soul, consoling it for having such a tragic fate.

"Pitiful child..." said an ethereal voice which seemed to have come somewhere and nowhere at the same time.

The ethereal voice then continued. "I am sorry for letting you live such a miserable life, therefore, let me make it up to you!"

At that moment, the blinding white light started to gather around the faint soul.

It was as if this light that covered the soul was a condensed singularity, capable of starting a whole universe!

"Receive my blessing." said the voice as the white light covering the soul shone with great intensity, as if intending to light up the boundless dark expanse.

"Go on my child."

"Live a beautiful and meaningful life, walk your own path."

After one final resplendent illumination, the white light then disappeared, alongside the faint soul that it had embraced.

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Earth (Marvel Universe)

New York City, Queens, Wayland Street. (Author: Made-up street.)

In a dark alley, four figures could be seen; three men who seemed to be thugs, standing before an unconscious young man, with pools of blood dying the ground.

"Oh, well lookie here, there's about 400 bucks in this little turd's wallet." said a ferocious-looking man with a scar in his forehead.

"Look at his clothes too, they're all branded ones." chuckled a bald man with a small hunting knife in his hand. "He's probably from a well off family no? Should we take his clothes too? They'll probably sell for good money if we wash it a bit..."

And the last man, with a mohawk haircut, replied hastily while nodding his head. "Take. Take, of course, they'll probably sell for a few hundred bucks in total."

"Yeah, take off his clothes and throw his body in that dumpster over there." pointed the man with a forehead scar.

"Okay then" laughed the baldy as he closed in on the 'dead body'.

However, just as he was about to take the clothes from the young man who they all thought was dead, under their horrified eyes, they saw him get up, albeit slowly.

"Noisy... waking me up, can't y'all stop yapping already." said the bloodied young man with a chilling calmness. It was as if he wasn't fatally wounded right now, his face void of any expression.

As the voice traveled in their ears, the three thugs all woke up from their stupor as the scarred man shouted towards the bald man with a knife.

"Dammit, what are you waiting for? Finish this brat already."

Regaining their senses, the bald man and the guy with the Mohawk jumped towards the young man with ferocity.

At that moment, a monotone voice resounded in the young man's ears as his eyes looked upon the three men that were already dead in his eyes.

[Ding! An Emergency Mission has been triggered!]

[Emergency Mission: You are bloodied and battered, yet still conscious. You need to live. Kill the three people who had already killed you once.]

[Mission Reward: Level +1, Random Gift Box, 100 system points.]

As the systematic voice resounded in his mind, he couldn't help but smirk. 'Even if you didn't tell me to kill these three fools, their death will still be inevitable.'

At that moment, the bald man with a knife raised his hand as he stabbed towards the young man without hesitation.

"Die!"

As the baldy saw his jungle knife about to stab the young man's head, he sighed with relief.

However, before he could even rejoice, he only saw the supposedly, 'weakened' young man, disappear from his vision.

Thud!

"...What?" He didn't even know what happened before darkness filled his eyes as his body slumped down the ground powerlessly.

The man with the mohawk hair couldn't even react before a staggering pain enveloped his stomach. Looking down, he then saw a horrifying stab wound on his belly, scaring the wits out of him.

However, right then, he felt a bone-piercing chillness from behind him as he turned around, only to see a bloodied face that was void of any expression.

Already frightened out of his mind, this mere street thug could only feel regret and confusion at this moment.

He regretted robbing this fearsome young man and he was confused as to how this young man, who was supposed to be dead, was still alive and kicking, or in this case, killing.

Plop!

A few moments later, this mohawk-haired thug dropped onto the ground lifelessly, with a terrifying jungle knife plunged into his temple.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Shocked and frightened, the remaining man who had a scar on his forehead, couldn't help but stumble backward as his eyes landed on the thin figure walking towards him.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard some confusing words coming from the young man.

"Honestly what is this, already some killing right after waking up... what is this place, where am I?"

As the cold and indifferent eyes gazed upon him, the man couldn't help but tremble unconsciously as he felt suffocated, unable to breathe.

He felt fear, a primal fear. This fear came from his very soul as if he had encountered the god of death himself.

"P-please, spare my li—" he couldn't even finish his words before his neck was struck. Although the force wasn't strong, it was as if it was 'just enough' for him to be sent on the verge of death.

Looking at the trembling figure before his eyes that was all too familiar to him, only indifference and apathy were present on the young man's pair of eyes.

The young man was so calm as he stared at the dying man, it as if he was staring at an ant that he wouldn't even bother with if it was any other day.

Kicking the man's stomach which sent him tumbling a few feet away, the young man followed him as he stepped onto this foolish thug's neck.

He then put his weight onto it.

Crack!

The sound of a neck snapping could be heard in this quiet and gloomy alley.

As if he had just finished walking around a park, the young man looked at the sky when he heard the same monotone voice in his ears.

"Is this the mythical reincarnation?"

As if answering his question, the systematic voice released a series of announcements.

[Ding! Emergency Quest completed!]

[You have been rewarded of the following: Random Gift Box (x1) and 100 system points.]

[Ding! You have leveled up!]

"...?" as the young man felt an unknown energy flow throughout his body, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling in satisfaction.

Pop! Pop!

The sounds of bone popping and snapping could be heard from his body as he felt a hint of itchiness from his wounds.

The unknown energy was healing his already exhausted and wounded body! Even some of his dislocated bones were returned to their right positions.

And when the feeling of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e finally ceased, he couldn't help but remember the systematic voice that he had continuously heard a few moments ago.

'Why does it feel like that sound was like those few 'system novels' that I read before...'

Although he was a famed assassin, he still knew a few web novels which he had read back then, as an escape from his sad reality.

And at that moment, he once again heard the monotone voice in his head.

[Ding! The Supreme System has been fully awakened!]

[Ding! Integrating to the host now, please wait a moment...]

[Integration has been completed!]

[Ding! Welcome to the Marvel Universe, my host, I am the Supreme System!]

[Ding! The status system function is now available, would you like to open your status page?]

Dazed and dumbstruck at what had just happened, the young man subconsciously replied. "Yes."

[Examining the host now, please wait a moment...]

[Ding! The Examination has been completed!]

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