Zayne adjusted the collar of his shirt as he stepped out of his modest New York apartment. The morning sun pierced through the clouds, casting a golden sheen over the concrete jungle. He moved like someone on autopilot — precise, calm, but inwardly turbulent.
Catching a bus, he slipped quietly into a seat by the window, his posture straight, his expression unreadable. Outside, the city buzzed with life, horns blaring, chatter rising, tires hissing across damp asphalt. But within Zayne's mind, chaos brewed.
Not the chaos of doubt — no. He had faced death before in the Navy. This was different. It was the surreal realization that his fantasies, the ones he had buried beneath discipline and training, had somehow become his reality.
"So, I really became a Ranger, huh? Not just any Ranger... the only one of my kind," he thought to himself, eyes unfocused as the buildings blurred past.
"Grid how exactly do I get missions?" Zayne asked mentally
[Master will receive missions once specific conditions are met,] the Grid's voice echoed in his mind, smooth and ever-present.
"What kind of conditions?" he asked mentally, not bothering to move his lips.
[Events such as monster or alien invasions, villain activity, or large-scale criminal operations near your vicinity will trigger mission protocols.]
"That's... a wide net," Zayne muttered internally. "I also noticed that XP bar in the status window. How exactly do I gain experience?"
[Experience is earned through completing missions, defeating threats — whether they be monsters, aliens, or villains — and through unlocking key achievements.]
"Perfect," he said with a slight smirk. "I've got more questions."
[Ask freely, Master.]
"Since I'm basically an anomaly in this world... isn't it possible for cosmic entities like the One Above All, the Morphin Masters, Kang, the Ancient One, or even Drakkon to sense me? Or manipulate my fate somehow?"
A pause. Then a calm, definitive reply:
[You are not merely an anomaly — you are a paradox, protected directly by the Omniversal Grid. None will detect your presence unless you interfere directly in events predetermined by this world's operators. Even then, your fate is safeguarded unless you willingly expose yourself.]
Zayne exhaled slowly. That answer brought an odd comfort.
"Good. I was never one for being passive anyway."
The bus rolled to a halt fifteen minutes later in front of a large, modern building. Midtown High. A blend of legacy and cutting-edge architecture, it was the same school that had once raised one of the most iconic names in comic book history.
Zayne stepped off, looking up with mild awe.
"So, this is where the legendary Spider-Man was born," he muttered, shaking his head as a strange nostalgia — even though it wasn't his — washed over him.
He walked calmly and silently to the class, wondering what surprises the day would bring forth once more. It is abnormal for one to adapt this quickly to a bizarre situation of transmigration.
There are several factors to consider. The first should be his unique talent, Adaptation, which he his also oblivious to.
Second, he has experienced life-threatening situations when he was in the force.
Then finally, his title as The chosen one of the grid, which gifts him perks similar but not as powerful as the Gamer mind.
He heard a lot of loud discussions coming from his classmates. Immediately after that, his memories of being at this school were fully integrated. It seems the grid was user-friendly and did not dump all the info into him at once. He went into thought, comprehending this newfound memory.
But his moment of quiet wonder was shattered almost instantly.
"What the hell are they doing at Midtown High?"
His eyes darted from group to group.
There was Kira Ford laughing and chatting with Gwen Stacy like they'd known each other for years. Ethan James was deep in conversation with Peter Parker, the two clearly geeking out over something. And Connor McKnight? He was lounging confidently among Flash Thompson's usual posse, tossing a basketball in one hand like it belonged there.
Wait. Basketball? Not football?
Zayne's brows twitched. "So, Connor plays basketball in this reality? That's... weird."
He rubbed his temple.
"Reefside High was in California. What the hell are they doing in New York?"
But as the thought unraveled, it began to make a twisted kind of sense.
"If Rangers exist in this fused reality... then their schools and lives must've shifted too. Adapted to fit into the New York-centric Marvel setting. No wonder the monsters attacked New-York instead of Reefside. The narrative has merged completely."
His eyes scanned the hallway again.
"This fusion is ridiculous. Kira's with Gwen — both love music. Ethan's a geek like Peter. Connor fits right in with the jocks. Harry Osborn... oh, great."
Further down the hallway stood two familiar figures.
Harry Osborn and — to Zayne's disbelief — Trent Fernandez, the menace, the violator, the legendary White Ranger who gave the Power rangers a run for their money. He hadn't awakened his powers yet, that much was clear from the faint aura — or lack thereof — surrounding him.
"Harry and Trent — both rich, both tied by villainous Fathers. Of course, they'd be connected here."
Zayne's mind clicked through the connections with military-like precision. It all felt too clean, too plotted.
"This is definitely the author's doing," he thought wryly.
He shook his head and kept moving. Despite the strange familiarity of it all, he had a class to attend.
As he walked, he noticed occasional stares. Nothing direct — just that sideways glance that students gave someone they didn't understand.
He didn't care.
According to the implanted memories provided by the Grid, he was the top student in Midtown High. Smarter than Peter Parker, more composed than anyone expected from an eighteen-year-old. Flash had tried bullying him once — and got thoroughly humiliated for it.
He entered the classroom just as the bell rang, dropping into his seat in the second row near the windows. Sunlight cast soft beams across the desk as murmurs filled the room.
And then the door opened.
Footsteps echoed. Confident. Measured.
Zayne turned his head slightly — and his eyes widened.
There, standing at the front of the class in a lab coat, holding a tablet and radiating unshakable presence, was none other than Tommy Oliver.
The legend himself.
Zayne almost laughed.
"This world just keeps throwing curveballs. Of course, it's him."
The figure cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the class with a smile and calm intensity.
"Good morning, everyone. I'm Dr. Tommy Oliver — your new biology teacher."
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Next time on Power Rangers x Marvel
"Hey, Kira," Gwen whispered with a teasing grin. "Your crush. He looked at you today. I think you've got a shot."
[Mission parameters identified.]
[Ding!]
[Conditions met.]
[Generating mission...]
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Hey guys. It's your Author here. So, important question is who do you suggest to become Zayne's harem member. I'll try to keep it as small as possible. Your ideas are all welcome.