The air is thick with energy, and you feel it buzzing beneath your skin, as if the universe is alive and waiting. The ground beneath your feet is cracked, but solid. You take a step forward, and the scenery shifts.
You blink, and suddenly, you're no longer standing in the Omniversal Hub.
Instead, you stand at the edge of a city—New York City. But this isn't your New York. It's unfamiliar, foreign, yet somehow still deeply recognizable. The towering skyscrapers loom high, but there's a subtle difference in their design—alien, almost. The air crackles with electricity. Everywhere you look, there are signs of something more.
You're no longer on Earth as you knew it. This is the world of Marvel.
Your heart beats faster as you take in the details—the heroes and villains of this world are real, and they're out there. Somewhere. The power emanating from the city pulses in the air around you.
The Guide's voice rings in your head, calm and steady.
"This world is... familiar. But not yours. It is a fractured reflection of the Marvel Universe."
Your mouth feels dry as the enormity of the situation settles in. You've entered the Marvel Universe—a world where gods, mutants, and extraordinary beings roam free. But the city, the very air, feels different. Like a distortion, or a tear in the fabric of the universe.
What you feel more than anything, however, is power. You can almost taste it in the air.
"You will find no shortage of challenges here," the Guide continues, the voice now distant, as if it's fading out.
A sudden thought flashes in your mind—your ability.
You can replicate powers from any world, any being, as long as you've encountered them. You've only begun to grasp the scope of your abilities, but this world—this world is full of possibilities.
And it's all yours to take.
You take a deep breath.
You concentrate, trying to feel the subtle energy swirling inside you. You focus on the streets, the people, the heroes of this world.
For a moment, your mind drifts. You imagine it—the raw, unfathomable power that courses through the veins of some of Marvel's greatest: Iron Man, Thor, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange—all of them.
But no. Not yet.
Not yet.
You need to stay focused. One step at a time.
You walk through the city, the sound of cars whizzing by and people going about their business. The architecture around you seems normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, there are subtle signs of a superpowered society: towers that hum with energy, holographic ads showcasing mutant abilities, and strange blueprints scattered on public billboards. The world is alive, and every corner teems with potential.
Then, you see it—a sign on the side of a building that catches your attention: "Stark Industries – Open for Business". You know that name. Tony Stark. The genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Iron Man.
You move toward the building, your senses sharp. The city feels alive now—each step you take reverberates with more power. Your heart pounds in your chest, not out of fear, but of excitement.
Then, the street shakes—just a tremor at first, but it grows. The air crackles. You look up and spot the source of the disturbance: a figure in the sky, soaring high above the buildings—Thor. The God of Thunder. Lightning streaks around his figure as he slams Mjolnir against the ground, causing shockwaves of energy to ripple through the city.
You freeze for a moment. The sensation is overwhelming—the power of the Asgardian god is real, and you can feel it vibrate through your very being.
You reach into yourself, focusing on your ability. Your heart races as you unlock the potential within.
"Omni-Mimicry."
Your vision blurs for a second, and you feel the power flood into you. The world around you sharpens—Thor's lightning, the turbulent storm in the sky, the divine energy that courses through him.
You replicate it.
Instantly, you feel the electricity running through your veins. The energy is intoxicating, like a rush of adrenaline. You can feel the power settling inside you, becoming yours.
You've copied Thor's power.
And you realize something crucial.
The more you replicate, the more your understanding of the ability deepens. It's not just about copying. It's about optimizing, perfecting, and stacking. Thor's power is already legendary, and yet, somehow, you feel like you could make it stronger—faster, more devastating.
Your hand sparks with electricity—you can feel it, the storm is in your grasp.
But you don't stop there. You turn your gaze to another powerful figure—Spider-Man. You've seen him swing through the city before. You've witnessed his agility, his web-slinging acrobatics. And you want it.
A moment of concentration, and before you know it, your body is instinctively mimicking his fluid motions. Your legs spring with extraordinary agility, and you leap high into the air, catching a passing building with your hands.
You swing, just as Spider-Man does, effortlessly—gracefully, with an unmatched fluidity.
The rush of freedom surges through your chest, but you force yourself to stop.
There's no time to get distracted by the thrill.
You land on a rooftop, looking out over the skyline. The city stretches before you—vast and full of endless possibilities. You take a deep breath, feeling the full weight of what you've just done.
You've just unlocked two godlike powers.
Your ability, Omni-Mimicry, is more than just a weapon—it's a gateway to limitless potential. The possibilities are endless. And this world—this fractured Marvel Universe—is the perfect place to begin testing its limits.
But you know you can't stay here forever.
There's still so much to discover.
You turn toward the horizon.
"There's always more."
And you take your first step into the chaos of this new world, ready to explore.