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MAY 23,1998
THIRD PERSON POV
A sleek black car rolled out of the Baxter Building, its polished surface reflecting the glowing lights of New York's skyline. Inside, Auron sat alone at the wheel, humming and whistling a careless tune, fresh from his meeting with the Fantastic Four. His fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel, while his other hand reached up toward the rearview mirror, fixing and straightening his slightly messy hair with casual confidence.
Suddenly, the air beside him shimmered and warped, the space bending unnaturally. A moment later, Aethereon appeared in the passenger seat, his mask pulled off to reveal a face identical to Auron's own—like staring into a living mirror.
"You know," Auron said, his eyes never leaving the road, his tone calm and unshaken as if this sudden teleportation no longer surprised him, "it feels bizarre acting like you… while you're standing right there watching me do it."
Alex—Aethereon's true self—let out a light laugh, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned back in the seat. "Haha… but you do it pretty well. Honestly, with that acting talent, you could easily become an actor instead of just living with your 'original persona.'" His smirk carried a mix of pride and teasing warmth.
As the car moved further from the Baxter Building, Auron's body shimmered faintly, his features shifting and morphing. The sharp resemblance to Alex faded as he assumed his alternate civilian identity, the one he used to move around unnoticed. After all, Alex was only fourteen years old. If the world caught him driving a luxury car through Manhattan, the headlines the next morning would scream: "Teen Billionaire Arrested for Reckless Driving!"
Auron sighed, his voice carrying a thoughtful weight as he asked, "Hmm… I've been thinking about this. High school is starting soon… so who's going to attend? You… or me?"
Alex adjusted his casual clothes, having shifted back from his masked form. He ran a hand through his wavy hair, his expression softening slightly.
"Well… I promised Grandpa I'd go to high school. A promise is a promise. But for now, you can handle things in my place." His lips curled into a small grin as he tilted his head, curious. "By the way, what's the school's name again?"
"Midtown High School," Auron replied smoothly.
The black car blended seamlessly into the New York traffic, its dark frame swallowed by the glowing river of headlights and neon signs that lined the busy streets.
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MAY 26, 1998 (3 days later)
SYSTEM SPACE-SIMULATION
Alex's POV
Huff… Huff…
I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling as I glanced back with vigilance. The system space was silent, but I couldn't let my guard down. Just then, a crimson spear bolt shot toward me. I didn't have time to dodge—
—but a shimmer of green energy appeared in the air, intercepting and blocking the incoming bolt.
The wind shifted. From above, wearing his signature green hood, Doom rushed at me with frightening speed. Of course, I knew this wasn't the real Victor von Doom—just a programmed opponent, created by the system for training. Still, the simulation was sharp enough to keep me on edge.
Without hesitation, I raised my right hand, forming a Rasengan that spun violently with compressed chakra. In my left hand, I pulled out a kunai, its weight reassuring.
"That trick again…" Doom's voice was cold as he advanced, his eyes catching the faint rotational mark near his head—a reminder of my last strike. He had recognized the move.
"This one's a little different," I muttered. I pushed more energy into the Rasengan, fusing it with fire-nature chakra. The sphere flared, transforming into a swirling, fiery storm, its heat licking against my palm like a living flame.
Doom didn't wait. He released static electricity in every direction, the air buzzing with energy meant to slow me down.
I responded by hurling the kunai toward him. His gaze locked onto it, and with a flick of his hand, he discharged electricity to neutralize it. He wasn't about to fall for the same trick again.
But that was exactly what I wanted.
While his focus shifted to the kunai, I launched the Fire Rasengan, spinning like a whirlwind inferno, directly at him.
Suspended mid-air, his body crackled with static arcs, but he didn't have enough time to summon his full mystic shield.
Below, the seal I had prepared earlier lit faintly. I inhaled deeply, molding chakra into my lungs. Every time I perform this jutsu, it feels strange… unnatural. After all, this isn't my chakra—the system generates it for me. And when it involves my lungs, it's the most unsettling of all.
I fused it with the wind-nature chakra and exhaled sharply:
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
A massive gust of wind surged out, feeding into the flaming Rasengan mid-air. The technique expanded instantly, bursting into a raging firestorm that roared forward.
Doom barely had time to raise his arms to block. The fiery maelstrom engulfed him, the explosion shaking the entire space.
Foooossshhh!
When the flames died down, the once-dense forest simulation was gone. Scorched earth stretched in all directions. Trees had been blown apart, their ashes carried by the wind. The entire portion of the training ground where we had clashed was utterly destroyed.
I exhaled slowly, lowering my hands. Sweat ran down my temple as I scanned the smoldering field. Even if it's just a simulation… the system doesn't hold back.
The forest. The sky. The trees. Everything around Alex began to dissolve like strands of data unraveling. Slowly, his own body flickered in the same fashion—fading away as if the world itself was deleting him.
Inside the chamber of the System pod, the metallic walls split open with a low hiss. Alex stepped out, his bare feet touching the cold surface of the floor. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his stiff arms, his expression calm yet curious.
"Hmm," he muttered, his tone casual, as if analyzing a chessboard. "I matched Doom's settings with my basic stats and boosted his spells just a little… and the result was astonishing."
A smirk tugged at his lips. The thought alone was entertaining.
"I only did this because I needed to see what would happen if Doom became more powerful. I had to know—how far could he go?"
Alex ran a hand through his hair, recalling the fights.
"I simulated five battles against him. Out of those, I can confidently say I won only the last two. The first three? Doom crushed me. Even when I managed to push through, it was thanks to the Green Lantern ring. Without it, I'd have been done for."
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That man is terrifying. It wasn't just his offensive and defensive magic—his raw physical stats were insane. With that as his foundation, the rest was just… unfair."
Alex exhaled and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "Alright then. Time to draw a new template. Batman's template went above 70% four days ago. I waited because I was hoping Minato's template would finally hit 100%. If it had, I could've opened my aura nodes without risking different energy systems colliding inside me and, well… killing myself."
He paused, lips twitching in mild frustration. "But Minato's template isn't budging. And I didn't dare draw earlier—because what if I pulled another template with its own energy system? That would've only delayed my Nen awakening even further. Still… after seeing Doom, even as a rookie villain just two weeks into his career, able to solo the Fantastic Four and march through with his Doombots like it was a walk in the park—yeah, I don't have the luxury to wait anymore."
Resolute, Alex tapped the glowing option on his system panel. The interface shimmered faintly, just as it always did when he pulled a new template. Two seconds later, the system's mechanical voice chimed:
[Congratulations, host, for drawing a Normal Template – Bang.]
[Assimilation – 22%]
Alex blinked. "Huh? This is the highest assimilation percentage I've ever gotten with a new template… interesting."
His mind automatically wandered, analyzing the possibilities. He was like that—whenever something new presented itself, Alex couldn't help but wonder about the reason. To him, everything had a logic behind it. If he understood it now, great. If not, the answer would reveal itself later.
It was the same way he didn't overcomplicate things when he found out his parents' souls had been damaged. Or when he realized some higher being had sent him here. In a way, it was freeing.
This world gave him a second life, and more than that—it gave him love. He had fallen deeply for two beautiful, kind women who loved him in return. That alone made this life far better than his previous one.
His old life… Alex's chest tightened briefly. He had been an orphan, left at the gates of an orphanage with nothing but a chit of paper carrying a single word: Mayukh. A name, and life itself—those were the only things his parents had given him. Sometimes, he wondered if that was all he was meant to be. But now? Now he was so much more.
He shook the thought away with a small smile. "Well, forget all that. Let's focus on the now."
Bang. A martial artist of terrifying strength. Twenty-two percent assimilation wasn't bad—especially when considering that both Batman and Minato, also masters of close-quarters combat, might have influenced the higher rate.
"Bang, huh? An S-rank hero from his world… and one of the strongest martial artists alive in the OPM world. That makes him the arguably second-strongest template I've drawn so far."
Alex stretched his fists in front of him, his knuckles cracking. Then he sank into the stance of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, flowing through the intricate patterns and forms of the style. His body moved with precision, each strike sharper than the last.
His finger pinched at a singular point as if gathering all the concentration in that single tip of his fingers.
He launched into the Crashing Torrent Slam, his strikes carving through the air. The rhythm of fists and footwork echoed like thunderclaps. Despite his preference for swords, Alex couldn't deny the raw satisfaction of bare-knuckle combat.
"Haha!" He laughed as his punch tore through the air so violently that the space itself seemed to scream.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Each strike compressed the air, exploding like miniature shockwaves. The sheer brutality of Bang's martial art made his blood surge. Unlike energy-based systems, this style had no external or internal energy manipulation—it was pure mastery of the body.
Control of physical strength and life force is harnessed perfectly and released in each motion. It was, in essence, like the breathing techniques of the Demon Slayer world.
Alex paused mid-combo, an insane thought sparking in his head. "Wait… what if I combined Water Breathing and Stone Breathing with the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist?"
He grinned, already seeing endless possibilities. "Cara might help with this. She can analyze my body movements better than anyone and guide me on what needs improvement."
But then his eyes flicked back to the glowing interface. "First things first.."
He tapped on the mission panel. Mission Rewards awaited him—standard, others gleaming with unique symbols. With a wave of his hand, he claimed them all.
System notifications cascaded in front of him like fireworks.
[SP +1000]
[The Astragluph Runes]
[A Highly Advanced Spaceship—!!!]
When Alex first saw the rewards, his face twisted in disappointment.
"Seriously? After all that hard work… just 1500 SP and two measly items?" He sighed, shoulders sagging as the excitement drained out of him. His mood soured instantly.
But then, as his eyes lingered on the second reward, the disappointment shifted. The panel shimmered, revealing ancient text glowing with light.
[The Astraglyph Runes]
Forged by the Astro-Ancient race during the Third Era under the Norse Pantheon of the main universe. Each glyph carries profound cosmic power, though primarily designed as supportive tools for their wielder.
[Restriction – Can only be used when the host possesses a Grade Alpha energy source or higher.]
Below, a list unfolded like sacred scripture, each glyph glowing with its own aura:
Glyph of Enhancement – Enhances any inanimate object, granting it durability or power.
Glyph of Weave – Weaves intangible energies in harmony, binding them together.
Glyph of Restore – Restores any inanimate object back to its original state.
Glyph of Healing – Heals any living organism.Except those who are already claimed by the concept of death.
Glyph of Unveil/Veil – Sees through illusions, or cloaks an object (animate or inanimate) in illusion.
Glyph of Removal – Removes any inanimate object from another, living or non-living.
Glyph of Shatter – Destroys any intangible mystical energy source.
Glyph of Attachment – Attaches any inanimate object to another, whether living or non-living.
Alex tilted the glowing stones in his hand, the runes shimmering in a dance of multi-colored light. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"Ohhh… now that's a haul. Damn, these are ridiculously useful. But…" He frowned. "What's with this restriction?"
The system, silent for days, suddenly spoke again in its cold, mechanical tone.
[Host, the energy source has different grades classified on the basis of potential. For example: Chakra, the system from the Naruto world, belongs to Grade 3.]
Alex froze. His body jerked slightly as if he'd just heard the voice of a ghost.
"…Ah." He let out a shaky chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't think I'd hear from you again. You've been quiet ever since I got missions. Now that they're done, you decide to come back. My humorless robot returns."
Despite the sarcasm, his voice softened. "Still… I'm grateful. You—or whoever made you—are the reason I've survived this crazy second life so far."
He leaned forward, folding his arms as curiosity glimmered in his eyes. "Alright, explain then. You're telling me there are categories of energy sources? Walk me through them so I can figure out exactly where this Grade Alpha lies."
The panel shimmered again. This time, golden text unfurled in orderly rows, each line radiating with authority, as if he were staring at the index of creation itself.
Grade 5 – Lesser Energies
Hamon (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure – Jonathan Joestar)
RC Cells (Tokyo Ghoul)
Breathing Techniques (Demon Slayer)And others of a similar level.
Grade 4 – Advanced Energies
Haki (One Piece)
Quirks (My Hero Academia)
Cursed Energy (Jujutsu Kaisen)And others of a similar level.
Grade 3 – High-Tier Energies
Nen (Hunter × Hunter)
Chakra (Naruto)And others of a similar level.
Grade 2 – Supreme Mortal Energies
Ki (Dragon Ball)
Reiatsu (Bleach)And others of a similar level.
Grade 1 – Godlike Energies
God Ki (Dragon Ball)
Cosmos (Saint Seiya)
Magicules (Tensura){can increase if purity is higher}And others of a similar level.
Grade Alpha – Cosmic Energies
Speed Force (DC)
Cosmic Energy (Marvel)
Prana(breath/stellar essence)-this is original energy of this fanfic or even some in the future ~AN
Grade Omni – Transcendent Forces
Phoenix Force (Marvel)
Chaos Magic (Marvel)
Abstract Energies (DC/Marvel)
Atman(Aether/soul) -this is original energy of this fanfic or even some in future~AN
Grade Omega – Supreme
The "Above All Others" (Boundless energy)
Grade Existence - Authority
Shakti (energy), {this is original energy ~AN} (only 108 users, including HIGHER BEINGS)
First Energy – APEX
xxx xxxxxx (First energy to manifest in all BOXES -1,2 AND 3 (Only 46 users and only 3 having the quality of true inheritors)
As Alex looked at the barrage of notifications flooding across the system panels, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle—though a bead of cold sweat slid down his temple.
Grade Alpha, huh? he thought with a weary smirk.
When will I even be able to use these glyphs? Probably around the time my kids are getting married. Might as well use them to skip stones like Hashirama and Madara. The bitter humor in his thought twisted into a chuckle that felt both light and heavy at the same time.
Then, narrowing his eyes at another flashing line of text, Alex muttered aloud, irritation slipping into his tone, "And what the fuck is First Energy?"
The words felt sharp in the air, frustration bleeding through his voice. Just being able to use chakra had already made him feel strong—at least for a short while. But deep down, he knew there were countless beings out there who could erase him with nothing more than a glare. His death would be written in stone before he could blink.
And now, seeing it laid out bluntly in cold text—you are weak as fuck—left an almost sour taste on his tongue.
Alex sighed, leaning back slightly. "Well… at least the only happy thing is that I've only been in this world for 3 months since I awakened. I still have time to grow stronger."
His eyes drifted back to the panel.
[FIRST ENERGY – STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT]
"….."
He froze, staring at the glowing words as if they were mocking him. His brow furrowed, and he rubbed his eyes once, then twice, trying to will the text away. But when the same words stared back at him, his expression turned utterly dumbfounded.
"Wh-what? System, is this true?" he asked, his voice cracking with disbelief.
[NO, I WAS JUST JOKING]
Alex's jaw slackened. For a moment, silence swallowed the room. His system—this humorless, supposedly mechanical entity—had nearly given him an existential crisis just to throw a joke at him.
A ridiculous mental image popped into his head—Shirugane Miyuki, of all people, beating the crap out of the One Above All.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath, "...What the hell kind of system did I get stuck with?"
[HOST, as you have already completed all the missions assigned to you, the mission tab will now be changed to Nexus. You will be able to travel to other worlds once you reach 100% synchronization with two templates and so on. From this point forward, there will be no more assigned missions. The first two missions were merely a test—to see whether you would act on your own. Now, the higher beings will not restrict your freedom. As you progress and achieve things, rewards will be given according to your accomplishments.]
Alex stood frozen, the words echoing in his head. He hadn't fully recovered from the system's earlier nonsense, and now this dropped like a boulder into his thoughts. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out at first. He just stood in silence, trying to understand the deeper meaning behind what the system had just revealed.
So… if I hadn't shown any improvement on my own, if I hadn't gone out of my way to help people… would they have stepped in? The thought sent a chill crawling down his spine. Maybe they would've acted, thinking I was being lazy… or worse, slipping down the path of those table-edgy MCs I used to read about in novels and fanfics.
His expression darkened for a moment. He exhaled slowly through his nose. But even so—even if they hadn't given me those missions—I still would've done the same things. Saving someone when you have the power to do so… that isn't optional. You should act. Otherwise, you're just a hypocrite.
His jaw tightened, and a faint edge of bitterness crept into his thoughts. Edgerunners who whine, 'Why should I do this? I'm not a saint.' Really, fucker? If someone stronger than you shows up and tries to kill you, you'll be the first to scream for help before the fight even starts.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a humorless smirk as the weight of his words sank in. Well… did I just slip into narrating the life stories of half the Blue Star MCs I used to read about?
Just as I was still complaining in my head about some table-sharpness edgerunner MCs, the comms in the system space suddenly flared to life.
The familiar holographic screen blinked on, and Cara appeared before me.
I glanced at her expression—she looked like she had something important to say.
Raising a brow, I asked casually, "Did something happen outside?"
Her face all but confirmed it before she even spoke.
For the past three days, Alex hadn't just been idling around anymore. He had debuted as a proper hero, stepping out into the world. He was volunteering, helping civilians during various disasters across the country, capturing criminals, and conveniently dropping them outside police stations like stray cats being left at the doorstep.
The media, naturally, caught the smoke of these heroic activities, and his actions stirred up a wave of popularity among the public. The idea of metahumans as protectors was gaining ground, but some people also have hate towards these sapndex wanna be.
My hero's name, Aethereon, also got some attention in New York recently, but not that much, only those who watch the news or give attention to new things.
Of course, the Fantastic Four were already the established team—engaging directly with SHIELD, dealing with strong mutants on the run, or high-level human society problems. But now, Alex's presence added to the growing narrative.
Cara's voice brought his attention back. "It's what you said—to look for someone. We've found him. He lives near the Hell's Kitchen area with his girlfriend. He's been doing some illegal mercenary work for money," she explained carefully, making sure Alex got the information as soon as possible.
"Oh," I muttered nonchalantly, though a smirk curled on my lips at the good news.
The scene shifted—away from the cold light of the system to the grimy alleyways of the city. There, several goons were lying flat on the pavement, soundly 'sleeping' after receiving what could only be described as a very convincing massage.
And in the middle of it, sprawled like he owned the place, was a man in a red-and-black costume. Two katanas crossed his back, while a pair of pistols rested snugly on his waist.
He lay down beside one of the unconscious goons in an almost affectionate cuddle, like the thug was his wife and they were enjoying a cozy nap.
Deadpool tilted his masked head, breaking the silence in his usual offbeat tone. "Well, have you seen this person? I've been looking for him since Chapter One—no, wait… since the auxiliary chapter!"
He held up a crumpled sheet of paper. On it was a childish drawing—done in crayon, like something a kindergartener would make. The sketch depicted a man hunched over a laptop, with messy squiggles for arms. Beside the figure was a cartoonish dialog box.
Inside the bubble, in scrawled letters, were the words: "I am Mephistopheles1901."
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