Kall exhaled slowly, feeling the rhythm of his breath for the first time in this new body. He lay still, eyes closed, mind adjusting to the overwhelming rush of memories—his own, from two lifetimes.
He had once been an ordinary man on Earth, living in a world where Marvel was nothing more than fiction. Then, he had died and been reborn into a cruel, unforgiving cultivation world. For centuries, he climbed to the peak, grasping the profound truths of existence. Yet, even at the pinnacle of power, fate had one last twist in store.
Now, he was here—on Earth once again. But this was not the mundane world he had once known. This was the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
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The memories of this body's original owner were intact. A child, abandoned at birth, raised in secrecy by an unknown benefactor. His new name? Kall Veyron. Unique. A name that had no place in the Marvel timeline he knew.
It was an advantage. A hidden identity meant freedom to move unseen.
His senses expanded. Though weak, his cultivation base was not entirely gone. A tiny ember of **Qi**, faint but present, pulsed within him. But more intriguing was the newfound energy that flowed through this world—**cosmic radiation, genetic potential, and something even deeper… magic.**
If he played this right, he could rebuild his strength—no, surpass his previous peak.
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Kall took stock of his situation. He was young, no older than **fifteen**, living in an old, abandoned library in New York City. The year? 2008. Right before the events of Iron Man.
A perfect starting point.
He had time. Time to grow stronger in the shadows. Time to understand the rules of this universe. Time to transcend once more.
And this time, he would not make the mistake of standing in the light.
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(End of Chapter 1 previuv)