Chapter 315 - My SI Stash #15 - A Marvelous, Legendary Isekai journey by FrancoGamerxz (MCU) (1/2)

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Chapter 1-2 (exceptional)

The universe wants to kill me.

I am not being facetious, nor am I employing a metaphor, or setting up a punchline. I legitimately believe that the universe is trying to kill me.

The first event to occur that likely led to me ultimately growing up with this belief was the time when I, as an 8 year old, almost got ran over by a truck. I was minding my own business, walking home from school, when I reached an intersection.

The streets were conspicuously absent, despite the fact that kids had been let off from school already, which should have led to a higher amount of foot traffic. I can see in hindsight how that is very suspicious and should have led to me being careful, maybe even paranoid, but my kid self was way too oblivious and unaware.

I reached an intersection that was usually jam-packed with all sorts of cars, big and small, yet was conspicuously empty that day. Despite the fact that the streets were empty, I still pressed the button to turn the traffic lights red, and waited until the pedestrian lights turned green.

I took two steps forward, intent on crossing the utterly empty street, when a piece of candy fell off of my pocket. I took two steps back to pick it up...

FUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHMMMMMMM!

And barely survived the massive 18-wheeler that suddenly blazed down the previously-empty street, so close to me that the wind from it ruffled my hair and clothes.

It also led to me pissing myself, and I am not at all embarrassed to admit it.

After calming down, I reached the closest payphone available, called my mom so she could pick me up, and get some extra-tight hugs and a juice box after having told mom what happened. She also decided that she'd be picking me up from school every day from then on.

The second time I almost died I was 12. Me and my family had gone to the beach, and we were enjoying ourselves. Mom was tanning alongside my older sister, while dad and my two younger sisters were building sand castles.

I was feeling thirsty, so I asked my mom for some change, putting on my flip-flops and heading out towards a vending machine. After my first near-death, I gained the habit of looking both ways before crossing. It became sort of a compulsive thing, and I did it even while walking across tiny alleyways that couldn't fit a small car, much less an 18-wheeler.

I reached an empty road, and I saw a vending machine staring at me from the other side, taunting me with a can of my favorite drink. I looked both ways - several times - before deciding that it was safe enough to cross.

As I was about to step onto the road, one of my flip-flops' straps broke, getting a groan out of me and causing me to kneel down to check it out.

It's the only reason why I didn't get squished flat by a speeding truck that came out of absolutely nowhere, making no noise, despite the fact that it was little more than a blur to the n.a.k.e.d eye from how fast it was going. Utterly terrified, I decided to turn back and rejoin my family. I asked around for a bit, but literally no-one else saw or even heard the truck. I never told my parents about this, as I didn't want to worry them, but the thought that the universe was out to get me was really starting to etch itself into my mind.

The third time happened when I was a bit older, at 14 years of age. I had gone to a friend's birthday, and us boys were on their yard, playing some ball, until somebody threw too hard and it rolled into the middle of the totally empty road. All of the other boys refused to go, citing it as my responsibility since I was the one who should have grabbed the ball, forcing me to go out to take the ball. I did my ritual of looking both ways over fifteen times all the while focusing my hearing as much as possible to figure out if there was anything coming, but I saw nothing. I was about to slowly walk into the road, when the sudden appearance of a squirrel next to me startled me for a moment.

That moment was enough for me to barely survive another run-in with a speeding truck.

At that moment, the idea that some universal force was out for my blood had carved itself into my very soul. I started avoiding being outside as much as possible, my previous group of friends shrinking, and then eventually disappearing altogether as I refused to leave my place for anything other than my obligations, things such as school, family gatherings, the works.

The lack of companionship and physical activity, however, led to a whole different problem: I was bored as all hell.

My boredom led to me going on the internet and searching for was to entertain myself, which I succeeded in accomplishing. I already had a passing appreciation for comics, movies, cartoons, anime and manga, but being locked inside out of fear for my very life left me with very little to do, so I got into those hobbies.

I was hooked.

I sunk deeply into the world of that type of media, and I whenever I wasn't doing school-related stuff or dealing with my family pestering me to go out, I was either reading comics, manga, watching anime, cartoons, or going on the internet and getting into arguments with fellow keyboard warriors about why 'character x' could totally kick 'character y' into the stratosphere.

Of course, consuming that content also left me aware of the fact that some being, somewhere, was trying their absolute best to Isekai the shit out of me. It seemed to not want to involve other people, though, and it only ever kicked in on public places and roads, so I felt safe within my house, or whenever I was in the company of others.

By now I had reached 16 years of age, and I had avoided any further attempts on my life by Truck-kun, so I was pretty much feeling golden. Was.

It was all very surprising, how it happened. One moment I was sitting down in front of my computer screen, re-watching Dragon Ball Super: Broly for the nth time with a pack of snacks in hand, the next one I had my hands grasping at my throat as I gasped for air.

I was alone at home, since my parents were both at work while my sisters were out with their friends, so I that was an avenue of survival down. I tried reaching over for the phone on my desk, only for my grasping hand to jerk, causing it to slip away from me and fall out of view.

My body fell backwards off of my chair, leaving me rolling around a bit on the ground, all the while trying my best to breathe, but I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker, black creeping into the edges of my vision bit by bit.

The last thing I saw was the box of snacks I had been absentmindedly eating.

'Truckload Snacks' the box said, the image of a happy little truck with a face in the vein of something like Thomas the Tank Engine staring back at me, the innocent smile seeming particularly sinister from the angle I was at.

As my eyes drifted close, I had not but one last thought.

'Well played, universe. Well played.'

I felt my eyes snap open, a deep gasp of breath filling my lungs after what felt like an eternity of choking. I allowed myself to indulge in the sweet, delicious oxygen for quite a while, before my brain finally decided to take stock of where I was.

It was an all-white room, with a white desk in the middle, with a white chair behind it, white bookshelves with white books in them, a white ceiling fan, and white potted plants.

I was dead. That was an undeniable fact, so I decided to not allow myself to panic too much over it. Well, maybe my death was just too fresh, and I was in shock, so I didn't react as appropriate to the fact that I was dead.

Regardless of whatever the reason I am still calm is, I can say with full honestly that I am glad this office I was in felt cool, like an Air conditioning unit was working at a reasonable setting. If I had woken up feeling a sweltering heat, I'm sure that not even shock would have stopped me from freaking out.

I hadn't ever done anything 'evil', but I had a very... Questionable, let us say, search history, and you never know if god really doesn't want you to... Self-gratify.

”I don't mind it either way whether you wank one or not, really. If I didn't want you doing it, I wouldn't have given you the feature.”

My eyes widened in shock - which likely meant that I previously was not shocked, but had instead managed to stay calm out of my own volition, which made me feel better, I guess - at the sudden appearance of a transparent silhouette that I could somehow still make out in this office of eye-burning white hues. I opened my mouth, intending to ask a question, only for the voice to speak up first.

”Yes, you're dead, no, I won't tell you the meaning of life. The reason as to why bad things happen is because of free will. Now that the big ones are out of the way, feel free to speak up.”

”Why did you kill me?”

God seemed to wince, and I could somehow notice that despite the fact God was a transparent figure, which translated into view like if someone had penciled a few thin lines into the air in the general outline of a human being, but forgot to fill in the details.

”Well... I didn't actually kill you.”

I fixed a stare on God and c.o.c.ked an eyebrow, getting another wince from them, before they spoke again.

”Well, what happened was that I had to sort out some of my systems up here, which meant that I was fiddling with the settings of the universe you live in. It seems that I accidentally activated the 'Isekai' protocol, and it chose you as the designated target. The sheer fact that the system failed so many times to claim you was proof of how much I bungled up my system's guts back then. You weren't really supposed to die this early, so... Sorry, I guess?”

I stared at God in open-mouthed shock. All along I though that some jerk-ass entity was trying to off me in order to toss me into another world, when in reality it was simply a bug in God's system that led to me living the life I lived. I mean, I won't say that my life was too bad, I did get to enjoy a lot of content that I considered fun and entertaining, but... It just didn't feel fair. There's so much more that I could have done if I hadn't died, or if I hadn't even been forced into the Otaku life I had been.

I felt completely cheated.

”I feel completely cheated.”

And I didn't hesitate to say so.

God winced again, before speaking.

”I know what you're going to ask next, but unfortunately the answer is no. Your universe has death as a one-way trip as its default settings, and, well... It was me fiddling with settings that got us here in the first place. If a minor change led to the universe attempting to Truck-kun you as it did, imagine what could happen if I screwed up as I reprogrammed Death.

”However... Since you've gotten here through the Isekai protocol, or at least due to it escalating ridiculously as it did, I guess you can truly get that Isekai.”

My incredulous stare turned into an indignant glare, which prompted God to speak again.

”I know that it isn't really enough to make up for what happened to you, so... How about I give you a little something, to try to at least start making amends?”

God started typing into the computer in front of them, before reaching down and opening one of the drawers, withdrawing a few sheets of what I believed to be paper, based on the edge's outlines against the blinding white of the room.

”Well... Usually an activation of the Isekai protocol would give you many different possibilities on where you could go, but because of my screw-up you only have Marvel available.”

I grimaced. The Marvel-verse. As much as I enjoyed reading about it, watching the films and the cartoons, it was certainly not a place I wished to live in. Between cosmic beings like Galactus, Infinity, Eternity, Death and the Phoenix Force, jerk-ass demons like Mephisto, Blackheart and Belasco who wouldn't hesitate to eviscerate a baby and enslave a soul, and the fact that universal extinction-level events happened once every one or two months, it was generally a place I would prefer to avoid. And those were just the big problems! You had the 'smaller' problems like the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, the Hand, Project Weapon X, Hydra, the Hellfire Club and however the f.u.c.k many other evil groups, gangs, societies or associations, there could possibly be.

Plus, vampires! Werewolves! Monsters of all different types, some of them supernatural, others just aliens that happened to look like mythological beasts, most of them with extreme murderous intent towards humans!

Why the heck would I want to go there!?

”Okay, I know this sounds bad, but, I can sweeten the pot for you! How about I give you the ability to 'create' your own 'character' in the Marvel-verse? You'll get to pick your appearance, race and powers!”

My eyes narrowed at the offer.

”Ah, how about a bonus! Your power set isn't limited to things that exist in Marvel! I'll let you pick anything you can think of as long as it isn't immediately balance-busting, how about it?”

That... Made things somewhat more interesting, and made me dislike the proposal a bit less, but I was still hesitating.

”Oh come on, think of all the hot babes that exist over there! Kitty, Jean, Felicia, Rogue, Mystique, Emma Frost, Storm... You get to exist in the same universe as them! And, since you're picking out your own appearance, and you'll be involved in quite a few important situations, as per Isekai rules, you will have plenty of opportunities to woo and charm them! Heck, you could even try going for the Harem route! Don't pretend that you wouldn't love that, I can see straight into your mind!”

I can't say that God doesn't know who I am and what I'm about, at least. And... God was totally right. I would absolutely love a Marvel Harem.

”I'll do it.”

”Good, good. So... What will you look like, what race will you be a part of, and what powers will you have?”

Mhm... That was a tough one. I didn't have many problems with my original appearance... At first.

But then I stopped being sporty, and socializing, and I spent the majority of my time eating, lazing around and avoiding the sun, meaning that I put on quite a few pounds. Pounds that I'd rather not have, if I could avoid them, really. I also wanted to be tall. I used to have an average height, and that would generally be alright, however I am going into the Marvel-verse, where even street-level heroes and villains could easily break the average individual in half. Hell, Luke Cage was considered a street-level hero, and the guy could easily tank sniper rifle rounds without flinching! Making myself taller would give me an advantage in reach whenever I was fighting on the same level of strength as my opponent, and it would make it easier for me to intimidate most un-powered people (at least those who weren't heavily trained in the art of ass-kicking).

Plus, it and the power set I want will have great synergy.

But, back to my appearance.

I gave myself 6'6” (198 cm) of height, and 270 lbs (122 KG) in weight, all muscle of course. I gave myself a light skin tone, though not so light as to seem pasty, or to burn rather than tan under the sun, spiky black hair that I kept tied back into an also spiky ponytail reaching my neck, and hazel-colored eyes.

I was going to be a behemoth of a man, built like a brick shithouse sturdy enough to survive a couple of tornadoes unscathed.

Next, was my history, power set and race. For race I put down mutant, as it would make it easier for me to get in contact with the X-men, meaning Rogue, Storm, Jean and Kitty, and many more beautiful women that were either part of the X-men, parallel teams or just allies. Plus, being a mutant would put me in constant conflict with whichever anti-mutant extremist groups exist, be they the Purifiers, the Friends of Humanity, or any others. It would also put me against the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants who, as a norm, didn't really kill other mutants as long as Magneto believed they could be swayed over to his side. All of that conflict was a massive advantage for me, due to the power set that I would have.

What power set did I pick?

Saiyan Physiology. More specifically, Broly's Saiyan Physiology.

I was going to be a Legendary Super Saiyan, goddamnit!

Plus, I saw the Super Broly Movie. Base form Broly was batting around Super Saiyan God Vegeta as soon as he learned to tap into his Ki. When he went Super, he curb stomped Goku Blue, Vegeta Blue, and Golden Frieza! And all of that without proper training, or understanding of whatever he was doing!

Plus, Saiyan Physiology would give me access to KI as it exists in the Dragon Ball Universe, meaning that stuff from earlier on in the series that was forgotten later on, like the ability for a KI user to read minds, make clones, use Telekinesis like Frieza and Chiaotzu did, create clothes like Piccolo did, and many more other things! And, Broly beat the everloving shit out of Blueku, Bluegeta and G. Frieza as a Legendary Super Saiyan 1. I didn't have to limit myself to that. Imagine how strong I'll get when I reach level 2, or 3? What's more, Future Trunks opened the DBZ-verse to alternate timelines, and Super did the same to alternate universes, so it's possible that I'd be able to reach Legendary Super Saiyan 4 if I wanted to. And, all of that is without mentioning Super Saiyan God, Blue, or Ultra Instinct, which anyone in the Dragon Ball verse had the potential to learn, as long as they put in the time, effort, and had the power of Shounen Protagonism behind them.

The only thing left is to make sure that I'm not going to be universe-breaking from the start. That leads to my background in the Marvel-verse.

”Mhm... I see... That could work. Yes, yes, I guess I can let you have this, since I pretty much owe you a full lifetime. Well... I hope you have a good time there!”

Those were the last words I heard God say before a snap of their fingers had my eyes closing, the darkness obscuring my sight...

This first thing that came to my awareness was the sound of hospital machinery, with all sorts of things pushing, squeezing and beeping. The second thing was the fact that my mouth felt dry as the Sahara desert. Third? My eyes felt as if they each had an anvil pressing down on them.

'Screw that, I'm a f.u.c.k.i.n.g Saiyan! Anvils aren't shit to me!'

Mustering as much strength as I could, I wrenched my eyes open, finding the exact setting that I expected to be the first thing I saw in this new universe I got Isekai'd into.

A hospital.

I didn't have anything in particular against hospitals, as I didn't really need them much in my first life, but being here, stuck in bed... It was annoying.

”Ah, you're awake!”

My head snapped towards the source of the words, allowing me to see both who the owner of the voice was, and making me regret having moved as I did due to the pounding headache that hammered at my brain.

”Hnnng...” I groaned before smacking my lips. I opened my mouth in an attempt at saying something, anything, but the only thing that came out was a dry cough, which prompted the owner of the voice, an average-looking nurse, to bring a cup over. She placed the cup on a nearby metal tray before helping me sit up, something which I did gingerly, trying not to jostle my already pained left side.

I felt a straw tap my lips after after having sat up, which I took into my mouth and drank from greedily, emptying the cup in three gulps, something that sated my thirst well enough for me to say a single word, with a tinge of heavy need.

”FOOD!”

The nurse jumped at my strong tone, before nodding and leaving the room, only to return to it rolling a cart with quite a few covered trays. She rolled up to me and moved with the intent to hand me a single of the food trays, only to be surprised as I grabbed the car itself, my tone rough from disuse as I spoke.

”Leave. It.”

I don't know whether she was scared of me, pitied me, or if there was some sort of nurse protocol I was unaware of, because she actually did leave the cart with me.

It didn't last 10 minutes.

Under the incredulous gaze of the nurse that had been taking care of me, and of the two other nurses and a doctor that had come in after her, I utterly devastated the food cart, sucking up food like a black hole and drinking what I believed to be over 3 gallons of water.

”Ah~”

I burped in satisfaction, already feeling some of the pain from my side fading as my Saiyan body, now topped up, worked on rapidly bringing me back to a fighting condition. Still, the fact that I could 'feel' and gauge my regeneration allowed me to notice the fact that, while very much beyond the average person, it was way below what even an infant saiyan had available to them. Hell, Goku fell off a mountain and split his head open as a baby, and while he did get amnesia, that was the worst of the damage. And he was a low-class saiyan!

But, it was not unexpected. My slow - relative to other saiyans - regeneration was a consequence of the backstory I picked out for myself. My backstory was also the reason as to why I wasn't at the full height and weight I selected yet.

I basically gave myself a mostly-generic orphan isekai background. Parents died a few years ago, leaving behind an amount of money that, while by no means insignificant, didn't make me 'f.u.c.k you' rich either. I was 'wealthy', but just barely. I managed to get myself emancipated from my legal guardian just earlier this year, and now I lived in an alright part of New York. I was Alex Donnelly, 16 year old high school student...

And a mugging victim.

Before I 'Awoke', Alex Donnelly was a young man with a temperament that was akin to my current one, but with the physicality of my younger, pre Truck-Kun self, meaning that I practiced a bit of sports here and there, regularly attended the gym, and generally kept myself fit. Between good genetics and the exercise, Alex Donnelly had reached 6'2 (187 cm) in height, and 180 lbs (81 kg) of weight, all muscle, which was pretty respectable.

Unfortunately my physique didn't seem to intimidate the thief that shanked me before running off with my phone, and the money that was in my wallet, $150. That was for the best, however, as that situation turned into the catalyst for my change.

The moment I woke up after a mild case of 3-day coma, my X-gene would wake up with me. It wouldn't instantly boost me to my full form, as that would be way too noticeable. Instead, my transformation would be a gradual affair.

I got released by the hospital after a week of eating like a rabid beast, with a doctor's note allowing me to miss school for four weeks after my release. My Saiyan Physiology was already starting to show, as after three days of voracious eating and rest at home I felt the damage from the stab wound fully heal, something that should have taken quite a bit longer since the mugger had jabbed the knife in deep and apparently nicked something important.

I wasn't going to laze around, however. I knew the my physique was coming in, and I didn't want people to think I was using roids or something to get bigger, so I started hitting the gym hard and heavy. Between my increased trips to the gym due to my break from school, my voracious intake of food and my increase in height, I managed to make it seem as if my new build was a result of a fortunate meeting between hard work and a hardcore growth spurt. I managed to pull it off as my growth came over the course of 5 weeks, starting from when I woke up in my hospital bed.

I was probably the biggest, most ripped 16 year old everyone in my gym knew. Heck, there were bodybuilders who didn't have the same physique as I did! Whenever someone made a comment about my size I would stop to really think on whether or not I went too far on my physique, but then a look at myself in the mirror would quell any doubt. I looked badass, if I could say so myself, and, whenever I practiced my sneers, frowns or scowls in front of a mirror, I looked absolutely terrifying. I can just imagine how I would look like if I actually gave the Z-Broly psychotic laughter.

Shit, speaking of Broly, I only set up my size at base form, and neglected to do so for my transformed states. I know that Legendary Super Saiyan made the user really big, bigger than what Ascended Super Saiyan did to Goku, Trunks and Vegeta, and the three of them, smaller than me in both height and weight, became pretty damned big. Broly himself was a big boy, so I didn't know how much of it was the transformation, and how much was just him. I did, however, have another reference in the form of Kale, who went from 'Dainty Dame' straight into 'Death by Snu Snu' territory, so it was likely that when, not if, I became a Legendary Super Saiyan, I'd become even bigger.

Hell, How big would I get when I went Legendary Super Saiyan 2, or even further beyon? 'Heh.'

None of that was a concern for now, though. My biggest concern at the moment was the fact that my break from school was about to end, and Xavier and Magneto haven't made a move on me yet, which was inconvenient for a few reasons, chief among them being the fact that I had grown my tail already, and it would be a bitch and a half to hide. I had already stopped going to the gym when I saw the stub growing out, in order to avoid having people asking uncomfortable questions in the shower. My best bet at hiding my tail while being part of the general public would be to wrap it around my waist to use it as a belt, but I would prefer not having to resort to that when the people at the X-mansion wouldn't mind me keeping my tail out and loose. Hell, I'm sure Hank would appreciate having another person with a slightly less human appearance. Kurt too, if he were already part of the X-men.

I sighed as I turned in bed, incapable of sleeping. I had gotten used to exhausting myself at the gym for a good while now, but since I stopped going and started working out at home and without the gym equipment, I felt myself get much less tired, meaning that when I went to bed, my eyes would simply refuse to close, no matter whatever it is I did. I'd use this time to try and train my KI control, were it not for the fact that I was absolutely terrified of accidentally exploding my apartment and/or the whole building. I don't want to hurt anyone out of impatience or negligence, even if it means slowing down my gains.

Sick and tired of tossing and turning for the third night straight, I stood up and dressed myself, a simple tee that easily showed off my muscles, and a pair of baggy jeans, using my tail as a belt. I locked my door behind me, before heading out for an evening walk. Both my instincts and my meta knowledge were telling me that this wasn't something I should do if my heart is unprepared, as it would more than likely trigger some sort of flag, maybe a conflict with a gang, or I'll attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D, Hydra or any other group that may see utility in a massive wall of muscle like me. I chose to go out regardless, sick and tired of staring at little more than my apartment's walls when I could finally go out into the world without having to fear a friendly get-together with Truck-kun, both for the fact that I was no longer under the blasted Isekai system, and that I was likely capable of surviving an Isekai-attempt.

I was still salty at the fact that I got forcibly reincarnated, but... Not as much as I could have been, nor as much as I remember other people having been in their own stories. I mean... Most of them got ROB'ed, but they had a way to traverse to other universes, or the possibility of going back to their own, where they had friends, family and all other sorts of good stuff waiting for them. They were just displaced, for the most part. Me? I died. Fully. Even if I could open a portal back to that world, it likely wouldn't do me any good since my original world is a 'one-way death' world. Best case scenario, I get sent to the afterlife. Worst case scenario?

Well, the system already f.u.c.k.i.e.d me over before, and killed me with a f.u.c.k.i.n.g snack. What guarantee do I have that it won't simply choose to delete me as soon as I step back into my original universe? Plus... I didn't have much to return to. Sure, I would miss my parents and my sisters, but... There was a gulf between me and them. I admit that the gulf was mostly, if not fully my fault. I was retreating from the world, and got swallowed up by the otaku lifestyle. Between that distance between me and my family, and my lack of friends and social life back there, caused by my completely rational distrust of roads and cars, I didn't really have anything to return to. No girl I like, no friend I made a promise to, nothing like that. I would say that I would miss me entertainment media, but... Come on, I'm going to live the life of a mutant in the Marvel-verse, with the power set of motherf.u.c.k.i.n.g Broly. Few things could be more interesting than this!

FWIP! FWIP!

”COMING THROUGH!”

I watched in awe as Spider Man, Peter Parker, swung in-between buildings, the eyes of the people who were still awake at this time almost invariably tracking him for at least a short amount of time, before they returned to their daily lives, as if the fact that they just saw Spiderman wasn't one of the coolest things ever!

Granted, they were likely used to the view, since as far as my memories as Alex go, Spiderman had been active for at least 6 months by now. I had no idea what version of Spiderman this one was though, whether it was the teenaged, high-school student, or the college-aged Daily Bugle photographer. I had no way of knowing since the Bugle never credited any of the many, many pictures of Spiderman that it published, likely in order to protect Peter's identity from the villains who'd try to use him to bait the spider. I knew the irony of this train of thought, since I knew they were one and the same, but the villains definitely wouldn't.

After a while of allowing my mind to wander just as my feet did, I found myself enjoying the cold nighttime air of a small wooded area, generously distant from urban areas. My feet had brought me here, and there were only two possible reasons for that. Either my Saiyan side was craving for some time spent around nature... Or my instinct was driving me towards the 'Quest Trigger'.

”Hello there, young man.”

Red and purple armor. Similarly colored helmet. Purple cape. Floating amongst a cloud of metallic debris.

”Oh f.u.c.k, you're Magneto.”

I had said that out loud. I had said that out loud.

”Hah... It seems that my reputation precedes me.”

It does. I am absolutely scared shitless of the mere fact that you are aware of my existence. I would rather you not know that I even exist, much less meeting up with you. Of course, I said none of those things out loud. He already knows that I know who he is, and he likely already knows that I am scared of him. He doesn't know how scared I am, though, which is one less advantage he has over me. Rather than stand there shaking in my boots, I crossed my arms over my chest and let a mild frown appear on my face, my back straight as I met his gaze unflinchingly, with courage likely belonging to my Saiyan instincts, as my human self would likely have turned tail and ran away already.

'Wait a second, Magneto located me, meaning-'

I abruptly cut off my train of thought, focusing on the image of my own mind being represented by a floating brain, before a green sphere of crackling energy surrounded it from all sides. If I'm lucky enough - which I'm likely not, see Isekai incident for more details - that would be enough to block at least cursory attempts at looking into my mind, or even concentrated attempts from weak telepaths. It would be as effective at stopping Xavier as a wet paper towel would be at stopping a tornado if he really tried to get in there, but it could be enough to make him aware of the fact that I'd rather prefer him outside of my mind, to keep Jean from accidentally reading me, and to keep me from broadcasting my thoughts to any and all telepaths around.

I had to take these precautions as, since Magneto had found me, Xavier would likely soon make his appearance as well, and I wouldn't want him reading my reactions of familiarity towards the various individuals which I should be meeting for the first time, both on the side of the good and bad guys. Still, I had to stall Magneto for as long as possible, keep him from giving me the recruitment pitch until the X-men showed up, least he decides to simply spirit me away to wherever his current base is.

”Hng.”

I grunted at him in response, my 'impassive' gaze still meeting his own.

”If you know who I am, then you must likely know why I am here already.”

My frown became deeper at those words, before I responded steadily.

”I do not. Please, elaborate.”

A small smile appeared on his face, though I couldn't say what emotion that smile conveyed or hid, more worried about keeping my heart rate steady and keeping my fear under control least Sabretooth shows up and tells him I'm scared shitless. That is, if he isn't already aware, which wasn't really that far fetched.

”As you know the name Magneto, you likely know who I am and what cause I fight for. I am the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, a group of Mutants that have banded together to fight against the oppression exerted upon us by this world, and to ensure the survival and victory of the Homo Superior. Mutantkind.”

”...I see.”

”Indeed you do, I can see the spark of intelligence in your eyes.”

I calmly walked away from the spot I had been previously standing at, making sure to put a certain amount of distance between the dense canopy of trees and my back to ensure that Sabretooth couldn't simply jump me from the back. As a disadvantage I ended up walking closer to Magneto, but as long as he doesn't attack me with fully murderous intent, then I should be good.

”You somehow found me and decided to try to recruit a new mutant into your group. Is that it?”

”Correct. You may not be aware of this yet, howev- Logan, you should know better than engage me in combat by now.”

The sentence that had begun at a genial tone had changed midway into n.a.k.e.d mockery as Magneto moved his fingers, pulling a scowling Logan into view. Despite the fact that Magneto had a hold over his entire skeleton, I could still see his muscles strain as he tried to attack the master of Magnetism.

He stopped, however, a shit-eating grin on his face as he spoke in a savagely satisfied tone.

”Just acting as bait, Bub.”

A massive bolt of lightning slammed into Magneto, tossing him quite a long distance away from where he previously floated, before a vision of beauty clad in a form-fitting black bodysuit descended from the sky. Was what I thought about cheesy? Certainly. Was it a lie? Not at all. You see, the perception that we have of animated worlds in our reality is much different than the perception that is had here, in this universe. In order to understand just how it compared, you needed to look at a female comics character you found very attractive, and consider someone two to three times as attractive to be the version you'd see if you were within their universe. And I'm not being very generous. Heck, I could be low balling the shit out of it. Whenever it was said that female heroines had supermodel levels of beauty, it was not an exaggeration of the heroines' beauty, but rather an underestimation of it.

”I hope you are not hurt.”

My heart wasn't ready to have Storm addressing me directly, but I didn't care about what my heart was ready for or not. I simply cared about the fact that I was with at least some of the X-men, while we fought against the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants - I know that not all of them are really evil, but I sorta learned of them by this name and it stuck - whose boss, motherf.u.c.k.i.n.g Magneto was trying to recruit me. I had to focus less on D.i.c.k thinking, and more on not getting killed or abducted. With those thoughts as my priority, I responded with a shake of the head.

”I'm alright.”

”Raaaaaghh!”

”Ughhhhhhh!”

I turned towards the source of the grunts, watching as Wolverine and Sabretooth tried their absolute best to kill one-another, despite knowing that both healed too fast for the attempt to be viable.

I felt a tingling at the back of my neck that had me moving my head to the side at the same time as Storm juked hard to the side, allowing a fist-sized fireball to fly past us harmlessly and slam into the ground, creating a hole the diameter of a soccer ball at the point of impact.

I turned to look towards the source of the fireball, my eyes narrowing at the sight of Pyro.

”I thought you were trying to recruit me, not kill me.”

I could see Storm looking at me from the corner of her eyes at those words, while still keeping Pyro within her field of view, while Pyro let out a maddened cackle before answering.

”You're not gonna join. You don't got the guts to do what's gotta be done, so you'll probably just align with the goody two-shoes anyways. Why not take the opportunity to keep their team from getting another player?”

My eyes narrowed further at that, my tail surprising both Storm and Pyro when it unwrapped itself from around my waist, revealing the fact that it wasn't a belt, and started waving behind me, reflecting my agitation.

”Team? Player? You try to kill me, all the while equating all of this to a game? How crazy are you? No, don't answer that, I don't need, or want, to know.”

I uncrossed my arms from over my chest, feeling my blood pumping in a way it never had done before when I faced Pyro directly with the intent to fight him. It got the the point where my tail was repeatedly interrupting its agitated sway to slam down onto the ground, causing small cracks to spiderweb from the point of impact.

The sight of that seemed to make Pyro slightly more apprehensive, while Storm spoke up.

”Pyro is a very dangerous fighter with high amounts of combat experience, you would be best served leaving the fighting to more experienced individuals.”

Rather than respond to her words, I took slow, measured steps forward as I spoke.

”This Pyro guy... Is throwing fireballs his only power?”

”I...” Storm wanted to say something, likely an attempt at getting me to let her take on Pyro, but she must've noticed something on my face, or in my posture, as she chose instead to answer my question. ”He can control fire, but he cannot generate it. He needs an initial flame before he can increase its size, likely via consumption of atmospheric oxygen. Other than throw fireballs of different sizes, Pyro is also capable of sending out torrents of flames as if he were a flamethrower.”

”I see... So he doesn't have any sort of physical abilities? Increased strength, speed, durability, nothing?”

”He does not.”

”I see. Thanks.”

It seems that this was just standard-fare Pyro, rather than some whacky Pyro from whichever arbitrarily numbered dimension could have him turn into fire, or make himself stronger, or something. All in all, not bad for my first opponent, especially with Storm here capable of putting a halt to any forest fires he may try to start, which would likely be the only way he could use to be me.

I cracked my neck as I walked towards him, before rolling my shoulder loos.

”DIE!”

A fireball streaked towards me, but my eyes could track it, and I was fast enough to dodge it. After receiving that opening attack, I dropped my slow walk altogether and started sprinting towards Pyro, the mix of my long legs and powerful muscles allowing me to close the distance in a moment. He was already throwing out a fireball, which I backhanded away as if it were a KI blast, before being pushed back at an explosion of flames around him, before he manipulated the flames generated by his suit into taking the shape of a dome of fire around him.

”HAHAHA, TRY TO GET ME NO-”

Pyro was interrupted by a hand unhesitatingly pushing through his field of flames and wrapping around his neck, before he felt himself be pulled back towards the owner of the arm, who didn't hesitate to punch him hard enough to knock a few teeth, and his consciousness with them.

Storm stared at me in surprise, as did the now halted Wolverine and Sabretooth, the returned Magneto, and the newly arriving wheelchair-bound form of Charles Xavier, all of them in surprise.

Noticing that the situation was to his disadvantage and that his target, me, was unlikely to allow itself to get gang-pressed into joining their side, Magneto pulled Pyro and Sabretooth towards himself, likely by metal pieces attached to their clothing, before flying away with them, leaving behind a scowling Logan, a focused Storm, and an intrigued Xavier.

Xavier was the first one to speak now.

”That was an impressive first showing, mr. ...”

”Donnelly. Alex Donnelly. And thank you...”

”Charles Xavier.”

The two of us went silent again before Xavier opened his mouth, only for me to cut him off.

”Are you going to try to recruit me?”

”...Yes, I would like to extend you an invitation to my school for the gifted. Any combat-related activities related to the X-men are fully optional though.”

”So you guys are called the X-men...” I muttered, if only to display my ignorance about them. ”Can you give me the space and gear to train my powers better?”

”Yes.”

”Are you going to go all over, fighting against all sorts of nasty people in order to save innocents?”