I always thought my life would change because of something magical.
Turns out it changed because of a truck.
One second I was crossing the street after another soul-draining day at my office job, thinking about how I'd rather be rereading Scarlet Witch (2015) or Strange Academy, and the next—boom. Pain, impact, darkness.
Seriously. Was that Truck-kun? Was this the universe's idea of a joke?
When my senses returned, I wasn't lying on the pavement or drifting through some warm tunnel. Instead, I floated weightlessly in a vast, silent black void—the kind of place that looked like God forgot to pay the electricity bill.
And speaking of God…
A presence materialized before me, shifting between shapes, colors, and energies like it was too powerful to decide on a single form.
"Greetings," it said, voice echoing in the darkness.
"…Am I dead?" I asked.
"Yes. Very dead."Rude.
Before I could complain, the being continued, "You have been chosen to be reborn. Not in a normal world, but in a fusion between the Marvel and DC Multiverses—based on movies, comics, and mixed media. You will receive seven character memories and powers, three divine artifacts, and a pair of magical eyes, all granted through… these."
The void rippled, and five glowing spinning wheels manifested around me like some cosmic game show.
I stared. Then I stared harder.
"…Are you deciding my fate with a spinning wheel?"
The entity hesitated. "You try coming up with entertaining ideas. It's difficult, okay?"
"You're literally omnipotent."
"Shut up and spin the wheel."
I snorted. Even in death, I'm apparently sassy.
The First Wheel: The Ancient One
I reached out and flicked the first wheel. It spun with a rumbling hum, the symbols flashing past until—
THE ANCIENT ONE
A glowing shockwave hit me, and my mind exploded with memories, knowledge, and power.
Suddenly I knew how to fold dimensions like paper.
I knew how to split my soul from my body and wander the Astral Plane.
I knew what it felt like to stand at the edge of time and peer into infinite futures.
Eldritch magic. Astral projection. Mirror Dimension. Reality bending. Dimensional travel.A lifespan expanded by the Dark Dimension, coupled with its mark burning faintly on my forehead.
I gasped, the sheer volume of mystical understanding almost too much to contain.
"Well," the God said cheerfully, "that's one."
The Second Wheel: Orochimaru
I spun the second wheel. It clicked rapidly—then stopped.
OROCHIMARU
"Oh gods," I muttered.
A tidal wave of serpentine instincts slithered through me.All of Orochimaru's childhood. His experiments. His seals. His endless pursuit of knowledge. His jutsu. His reincarnation techniques. His snake sage power. His sheer genius.
Except in my case, all that chakra converted itself into magic.Magic I now possessed in reserves that felt bottomless—oceans within oceans.
My mind sharpened, snapping into hyper-clarity.
IQ: 180. Memory capacity: insane. Magic circuits: overflowing.
"Two," the God announced. "You're doing great. Or horrifying. Hard to say."
The Third Wheel: Classic Loki
The wheel spun again.
CLASSIC LOKI
A laugh escaped me as the next wave hit.
Illusions so real they could fool Thanos.Sorcery refined by millennia.The icy resilience of a Frost Giant.Superhuman strength, agility, endurance, youth, and longevity.Portals, telekinesis, raw energy manipulation… and trickery woven into every spell like poetry.
I exhaled slowly. "Okay… now I'm officially terrifying."
"Amen," the God said.
The Artifact Wheels
Three more wheels appeared.
I spun the first.
THE PALANTÍR
Of all things, a Lord of the Rings Palantír. A seeing stone that could spy, communicate, and pierce veils of time and distance. A tool of dominion and foresight.
The second spin:
THE EYE OF AGAMOTTO (TIME STONE)
The amulet shimmered into my hands, humming with power—actual time manipulation, actual temporal rewinding, and truth-seeing capabilities that functioned in any universe.
The third spin:
THE BOOK OF VISHANTI
The single greatest tome of light magic in existence. Infinite defensive spells. Counterspells. Cosmic knowledge unfiltered by madness or corruption.
Then the God snapped its fingers.
Behind me appeared a colossal library, endless shelves filled with tomes from every major magic user in Marvel:Agamotto, the Enchantress, Mephisto, Agatha Harkness, Morgan le Fay, Dormammu, Shuma-Gorath, Doctor Doom, Doctor Strange.
Each book thrummed with power, as if eager to be read.
"Oh," I breathed. "This is… too much."
"Good," the God said. "Now get out."
Rebirth
Light engulfed me.
I opened my eyes—lungs filling with the scent of pine and fresh earth.
A forest.
I lay on soft grass, wrapped in a yellow cloak that felt warm and enchanted. My hair brushed my cheeks—shoulder-length blonde—and when I lifted a hand to my forehead, my fingers brushed the faint glowing sigil of the Dark Dimension.
On my chest hung the Eye of Agamotto.At my side rested the Book of Vishanti, its cover pulsing softly.
I sat up, the weight of three lifetimes of power settling into my bones.
"I'm alive," I whispered.
Alive… in a Marvel-DC fusion universe.
Armed with the might of the Ancient One, the genius of Orochimaru, and the sorcery of Classic Loki.
This world had no idea what was coming.