The streets of New York buzzed with energy. Cars honked, people rushed past, and the tall skyscrapers loomed overhead, casting shadows across the chaotic city below. For Daniel Park, this was all new. The hustle of the city was nothing like the world he'd left behind. But the more he wandered through it, the more he began to understand: this place thrived on power, chaos, and evolution.
Since his arrival, Daniel had already begun to test the limits of his Infinite Evolution. It wasn't the same as it had been in his previous life. This world—filled with mutants, gods, and heroes—seemed to draw out his ability in new ways. His body was already adapting to the environment, to the physical demands, and to the dangerous people around him. Every step, every encounter was a chance for him to grow stronger.
But Daniel wasn't just interested in being stronger. He was interested in being better, in mastering the art of evolution to its highest potential. His power was limitless, and he intended to prove that in this world, no one would be able to challenge him for long.
As he walked down the street, Daniel sensed a shift in the atmosphere. The usual hum of city life was interrupted by the shrill sound of sirens and shouting in the distance. His instincts flared. Something was wrong.
He turned a corner and found the source of the commotion—a street-level battle between two figures. One was wearing a suit of armor, his red and gold suit gleaming in the sunlight. The other, a massive man with green skin, was tearing through the street with reckless abandon.
It didn't take Daniel long to recognize the two combatants. The armored man was none other than Iron Man, Tony Stark, and the green-skinned giant was The Hulk. This wasn't just some random street brawl—this was one of the most famous matchups in the Marvel Universe.
Daniel's heart raced with excitement. This was the kind of challenge he had been waiting for. Both of these individuals were nearly unbeatable, and watching them battle gave him a sense of direction. He could feel his power stirring within him, eager to witness and adapt to such overwhelming strength.
He ducked behind a nearby wall, observing as Iron Man fired a barrage of repulsor beams at the Hulk, who roared in defiance, smashing through the street with each punch. The Hulk was a force of nature—his rage fueled his strength, and each time Tony tried to take him down, the green giant just kept coming back stronger. Iron Man wasn't holding back either, but his suit was clearly getting damaged with each hit.
Tony Stark's voice crackled through the air, his voice cool but strained. "Jarvis, I need a tactical advantage now."
Daniel's mind raced as he observed the fight. It wasn't just raw power at play here. The Hulk's rage was boundless, and Iron Man's ingenuity was his only defense. Tony was outgunned in sheer physicality, but his mind was sharp—he could outthink the Hulk, at least for a while.
Daniel felt his muscles tense, his body beginning to respond to the scene. This was his opportunity to evolve once more. Adapt. He reached out with his senses, feeling the air, the pressure of the ground beneath him. His body didn't need to grow stronger, not yet. What he needed was something different.
His eyes glowed with the faintest hint of golden energy as his ability triggered. His mind raced, computing every angle of the battle, understanding each move, every weakness in the combatants' strategies. The Hulk's rage made him predictable, but it also made him nearly unstoppable. Tony Stark, on the other hand, was limited by the resources of his suit and his need to maintain control.
The ground beneath Daniel's feet began to crack as his body adapted, muscles growing denser, his reflexes becoming quicker. But he didn't just enhance his physical form. He began to adjust himself mentally, developing the strategies to deal with both of these mighty opponents.
"Alright, let's see what I'm really capable of," Daniel muttered, smiling to himself as his body completed its transformation.
Without warning, he stepped into the fray.
Tony Stark was not in a good position. The Hulk had just landed a massive punch to the side of his suit, sending Iron Man crashing into the pavement with a loud thud. Sparks flew from his armor, and the HUD flickered erratically. Tony's breath came in short bursts as he struggled to get back on his feet.
"Come on, Jarvis, give me something here," he muttered, barely able to hold his own against the Hulk's sheer power. Then, he heard something—a voice—calling from behind him.
"Well, this is one hell of a party," Daniel said casually, strolling up to the scene. His expression was calm, his posture relaxed. It was as though he were walking into a routine sparring match, not a brutal battle between two of Earth's most powerful beings.
Tony blinked, momentarily distracted by Daniel's sudden appearance. He recognized the guy instantly. No, he didn'trecognize him—but there was something about the way he carried himself. This wasn't just any random civilian.
"Who the hell are you?" Tony asked, confusion etched in his voice.
"Just someone looking to test his limits," Daniel replied, his voice almost nonchalant. Without waiting for a response, he turned to face the Hulk, who was now charging toward him with a furious roar.
Daniel grinned.
"You're big, but I think I've got a few tricks up my sleeve," he said under his breath, his body already adapting to the Hulk's massive size and overwhelming strength.
The Hulk swung his massive fist at Daniel, but Daniel was ready. His body moved like lightning, dodging and weaving through the air with such precision that it was as though he were a blur. With a casual flick of his hand, Daniel grabbed the Hulk's fist mid-swing, twisting his wrist to redirect the momentum and causing the Hulk to stumble forward.
"Not bad," Daniel said, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the Hulk's next move. "But you're going to have to try harder than that."
The Hulk growled in frustration and swung again, this time with both fists. But Daniel was already a step ahead. His body had already evolved to react to the Hulk's rage-fueled unpredictability. Daniel ducked, moving effortlessly between the swings, then shot forward, landing a single punch to the Hulk's midsection.
The punch didn't do much physically—it didn't need to. What mattered was the sudden surge of energy that Daniel channeled through the Hulk's body. His Infinite Evolution allowed him to interact with the environment and even manipulate how the Hulk's body reacted. In that moment, Daniel's attack hit the Hulk at a cellular level, causing a shockwave that temporarily disoriented the green giant. The Hulk staggered back, momentarily confused.
"Whoa, whoa!" Tony Stark's voice cracked through Daniel's focus. "What the hell did you do to him?!"
Daniel didn't answer. He was too focused. He'd triggered something in the Hulk's body, a subtle shift in the way his cells reacted to stress, causing the massive brute to pause—just for a split second. That was all Daniel needed.
Taking advantage of the brief window, Daniel stepped back and analyzed the situation. He didn't need to overwhelm the Hulk. He needed to keep him contained, to make him adaptable to his rhythm, not the other way around.
"You're strong, but you're predictable," Daniel muttered to himself. He wasn't finished yet.
To be continued...