The forest was quiet, too quiet for a universe that famously loved dramatic entrances. No Parademons, no Speedsters, no exploding laboratories. Just me, trees, birds, and a gentle breeze.
Which meant I had no clue which version of the DC universe I'd been dumped into.
For all I knew, this could be Young Justice, the DCAU, the Snyderverse, or some random continuity where Batman was a raccoon. DC had infinite Earths, and none of them believed in being consistent.
I let out a slow breath and shut my eyes.
Time to organize the three storms inside my skull.
The Download
The moment my eyes closed, my mind cracked open—and everything surged forward.
Five centuries of the Ancient One's battles.Effortless mastery of Eldritch constructs.Her calm precision, her patience, her cold ruthlessness when necessary.I felt myself standing in Kamar-Taj, training acolytes.Felt myself fighting within the Mirror Dimension.Felt myself peering at infinite futures until boredom set in.
Then—
Classic Loki. Fifteen hundred years.
A tidal wave of trickery and loneliness.The artistry of illusions so perfect they fooled gods.The weight of centuries wandering alone.Hundreds of battles fought by misdirection, deception, and sheer style.The muscle memory of Asgardian combat.The cold that never bothered me.The laugh—the smug, dramatic, glorious laugh of a master sorcerer.
And then—
Orochimaru.
This was the sharpest, smallest, but somehow heaviest set of memories.Cold laboratories, living experiments, endless experimentation.The sealing formulas burned themselves into my mind like ink.Reanimation techniques, reincarnation, curse seals, body enhancement.His genius, his hunger, his horrifying calmness while dissecting the world.
But unlike him, I didn't feel the madness.I felt the intelligence, the precision, the understanding—but not the obsession.
Maybe dying cured me of that part.
Three Minds. One Body.
The pressure built—
—five hundred years of strategic mastery——fifteen hundred years of cosmic sorcery——a lifetime of genius-level forbidden science—
—colliding all inside me at once.
My hands trembled.My breathing hitched.My brain burned with information.
It felt like swallowing three suns.
But I didn't break.
I absorbed it.I let it melt into me.I let the memories fuse, braid, settle into place.
When I opened my eyes again, the forest felt different.
No. I felt different.
I felt like a being who had trained for two thousand years.Who had lived through three entire lives.Who could rip open reality with a flick of my fingers.
And yet—I was calm.
Calm in a way only the Ancient One ever was.Sharp in a way only Loki ever managed.Curious in a way only Orochimaru ever possessed.
I exhaled.
"…Okay. I think I've officially digested three fictional demigods."
What Now?
I looked around again.Still trees.Still birds.Still no giant "Welcome to Gotham!" sign.
"Great," I muttered. "I reincarnated into DC, but forgot to ask which DC."
The multiverse could've put me literally anywhere:Gotham, Metropolis, Smallville, Atlantis, Themyscira, or a random Earth where Superman wore crocs.
Well… I had ways to find out.
Step 1: Stabilize My Power
I sat cross-legged, lifted my hands, and let my combined magic rise.
Ancient One—golden Eldritch circles spiraled around my palms.
Loki—green runic energy shimmered, crackling with illusionary resonance.
Orochimaru—purple serpentine sigils twisted around my forearms like living ink.
Three magics.Three worlds.One me.
And incredibly—they didn't clash.
They harmonized.
A miracle.
I smiled. "Okay, universe. You actually did something right."
Step 2: Scan the World
I lifted the Palantír, letting my magic pour into it.
Light filled the orb, swirling, stabilizing… then showing nothing but distortion and static.
"Huh. So this world's magical signature is resisting spying? That's… concerning."
Next attempt.
I touched the Eye of Agamotto.
Time opened.
Reality slowed.
A wave of temporal vision washed over me—flashes of cities, people, symbols, heroes, villains—
—but they were blurred, like the universe itself was trying to hide from me.
"Okay… that's even more concerning."
Step 3: Mirror Dimension
Fine. If the world wouldn't show itself, I would bend it.
I traced an Eldritch circle in the air and ripped open a golden portal.
SHRRRING
Reality peeled back.
The Mirror Dimension unfolded like shards of a kaleidoscope.Reflections. Echoes. Energy flows.Every structure, every leyline, every metaphysical fingerprint of the world existed here.
If I couldn't see the world directly, I would read its reflection.
I stepped in—
—and froze.
My breath caught.
Because reflected in the crystalline surface of the Mirror Dimension…
I saw something unmistakable.
A glowing, iconic "S" symbol.A cape.A silhouette hovering above a city skyline.
Not Marvel.Not Young Justice.Not DCAU.
It was the DC Movies.The cinematic DC universe.
But… not exactly the one I remembered.It felt… different.Newer.Merged?
My heart raced.
"I guess I'm in the DC Movie Universe……or some version of it."
And somewhere out there, gods, heroes, and monsters were living their stories.
Completely unaware of the ancient, serpentine, illusion-weaving sorceress who had just dropped into their world.
Me.