On December 26, 1991, across the vast Siberian plains, a huge young man trudged through the deep snow when a sudden, brilliant light flashed before his eyes. He stumbled a few steps back, a dazzling circular reflection dancing across his features.
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Piotr Rasputin peered toward the source of the startling light and saw a baby, a lone infant lying in the snow.
Piotr scrambled through the drifts, scooped the child from the frigid snow, and gave him a cautious inspection. The infant was a peculiar sight; he wore a crystal mo""xnocle over one eye and clutched a cold, unsettling mask in his tiny hand.
Piotr didn't linger on the strange accessories for too long. After #confirming"quickly shrugged off his" within its folds, desperate to prevent him from succumbing to the deadly cold.
He ran for home as fast as his legs could carry him, his mind racing. "What kind of parents would just abandon a baby in the middle of the snow? I'll take him home first and let Mom and Dad take care of him."
Returning to his family's farm, Piotr shouted to his parents inside the house: "Dad, Mom! You won't believe it, I found a baby!"
Piotr 's father, Nikolai Rasputin, came out of the house, staring in astonishment at the bundle his son held. "You found what?!"
But after seeing the baby in his son's arms he called for higher authority "
Alexandra!, you must come and see this! Our son has brought back a baby!"
A woman hurried out of the house, and watching her husband and son cooing at the baby. Her motherly instincts kicked in and she gently took the infant from Piotr 's arms. "Piotr , where on earth did you find him?"
Piotr scratched his head, explaining, "Just out in the snow, not far from the village. When I found him, he only had a monocle and a mask on, not even any clothes."
The woman gazed down at the child cradled in her arms. "How pitiful, to be abandoned in the snow. Bad parents. Oh! Nikolai, look here, he's wearing a monocle. How incredibly strange. Who would put something like this on a tiny baby?"
As she spoke, the woman carefully removed the monocle from the baby's face and held it in her palm, examining the crystal object closely.
"It is very strange indeed."
Nikolai also took the mask from the baby's hand and observed its unnerving features with great care.
"This might be a keepsake left behind by his parents, but given the current state of things, we'll almost certainly never be able to find his relatives." But nikloai promised that he will make sure to ask around if anyone was looking for a baby.
"Dad, Mom, look, he's opened his eyes!" At that moment, Piotr noticed that the baby in his mother's arms seemed to have stirred from his sleep.
"He is awake! And his eyes… they're absolutely gorgeous!"
"They're like stars."
The infant's eyes were indeed peculiar, seeming to hold layers of illusory doorways, reminiscent of a vast, star-z.*zzzz* with pleading eyes. "Nikolai, let's adopt him. He can be a wonderful friend for our Ilyana."
"Of course, my dear. If we handed him over to the government, given the current chaos, who knows what terrible fate might befall him? He might not survive," Nikolai said with conviction.
Piotr cheered loudly, "Yes! I have a younger brother!"
"What should we name him?" Alexandra asked her husband and son.
"Amon. Let's call him Amon Rasputin!" Nikolai declared, the name sounding resolute.
"What does that name mean?" Piotr asked his father, his curiosity piqued.
"Amon was the Sun God of ancient Egypt. I hope that in the future, when he grows up, he can bring much-needed light for everyone around him."
"Then let's call him Amon. Our little Amon!" Alexandra also warmly agreed with her husband's thoughtful suggestion.
The couple carried Amon inside to the bedroom and gently placed him in a wooden crib. Another baby was already nestled in the crib, their own newborn daughter, Ilyana Rasputin.
What the new parents didn't realize was that the monocle and mask they had set aside for the faint hope of finding Amon's relatives had mysteriously returned to him. At that moment, Amon, still an infant, was staring up at the ceiling and at the baby girl beside him with eyes that held the wisdom of an age far beyond his own.
He felt as though his current experience was merely a dream, yet the incredibly tangible sensations told him this was no illusion. He had been reborn, transmigrated into the body of a baby.
He could still recall the moments before his transmigration, staying up far too late in his dorm room to finish a novel. The series he had followed devotedly for over a year had finally concluded, but the author had sent his favorite character down a deeply frustrating and nonsensical path. Utterly dissatisfied with this ending, he had eventually drifted off to sleep.
In his dream, he had felt the environment grow bitterly cold. He assumed the dorm window was open, but when he finally awoke, he was greeted by the sight of several large faces peering down at him. It took him a considerable time to process the fact that he had transmigrated and become a baby, but this baby was clearly something different.
Looking at the crystal monocle and the eerie mask now in his hand, his mind was a whirlwind of confusion. "They named me Amon, and I have this monocle and eerie mask. Did I transmigrate as the character Amon, or as The Fool himself? But this place doesn't feel like the world from Lord of the Mysteries. They appear to be speaking Russian, and somehow, I can understand every word despite never having learned the language."
Perhaps it was the helplessness of being a baby, or maybe his mind was simply overwhelmed, but the soul now known as Amon closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
Six years later, a young boy of six sat peacefully beneath a snow-dusted tree, his gaze fixed on the distant, pristine scenery. It was Amon, who had been reborn into this strange world.
"It's been six years since I arrived in this world," he mused. "Life here isn't so bad; I have loving parents, a protective older brother, and a sweet younger sister—a world away from my previous life as an orphan. Things would be absolutely perfect if this wasn't the Marvel universe. I also have no real gauge for how powerful I truly am in this new world."
In the six years since his arrival, Amon had slowly become familiar with his newfound abilities. He felt like a low-powered version of a Sequence God from Lord of the Mysteries. The crystal monocle and the eerie, cold mask he arrived with were, astoundingly, the Uniquenesses of the Error and Fool pathways. The Uniqueness of the Door pathway, it turned out, was manifested within his own eyes.
As for Sefirah Castle, the most crucial element for The Fool, Amon had not found any trace of it. Perhaps he didn't bring Sefirah Castle with him when he transmigrated, or perhaps some powerful Marvel entity had concealed it. It was also possible that Amon was currently too weak to sense its presence, though he felt this last possibility was very small.
Amon, now six years old, could only barely utilize the Beyonder abilities of the Error, Fool, and Door Pathways. He was still far too young; perhaps in a few more years, he could become as formidable as the Blasphemer Amon from the novel Lord of the Mysteries.
As for how Amon determined this was the Marvel universe, it was quite simple: the family who adopted him was the Rasputin family, known from the X-Men comics. The young man who carried him from the snow was the future Colossus, Piotr Rasputin, also known as Piotr Rasputin. The current Colossus was still just a naive teenager with a deep yearning for art.
His younger sister was the notorious future Hell Lord, Magik, whose real name was Ilyana Rasputin, though for now, she was just a little girl.
Amon's gaze shifted just in time to see a snowball arcing through the air directly toward him. He made no move to dodge, instead allowing the packed snow to explode harmlessly against his head.
"Hahaha, you're a big dum dum, Amon! You can't even dodge a snowball!"
A little blonde girl laughed mischievously at Amon from a short distance away.
Amon calmly brushed the snow from his hair, scooped up a fresh handful from the ground, and expertly molded it into a perfect snowball. He grinned at the little girl.
"Heh heh, Ilyana, it seems I need to teach you a valuable lesson about who is really in charge around here."
"Haha, the one in charge is me, of course! I'm the older sister!"
"I don't think that's right. I'm older than you, which makes you the younger sister."
"No, no! I was here first, and you came later, so that makes me the older sister!"
A freshly made snowball flew through the air and landed squarely on Ilyana's head, followed by Amon's triumphant laughter.
"Hahahaha,."
The little girl quickly scooped up her own handful of snow from the ground, hastily kneaded it into a ball, and threw it back at Amon, who was still laughing and got a headshot from the blondy who shouted.
"Then whoever wins this fight gets to be the boss!"
"But I'm the older brother."
Amon and Ilyana immediately launched into a full-blown snowball fight in the snow, but how could the young girl, as spirited as she was, possibly hope to best Amon in this battle?
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AN: The version of Amon in this book is a transmigrator. Before arriving in this new world, he was just an ordinary college student, which makes him fundamentally different from the Amon in Lord of the Mysteries, who was a naturally born mythical creature. Crafting a story around a character like the original Amon would be incredibly difficult. He would possess no humanity, only a pure, calculating divinity. His actions would be driven solely by what benefits him, and writing such a high-concept, detached being would be a significant challenge.
Therefore, I chose a different approach. I decided to write about a transmigrator who is reborn as an infant. The growth here is not just about his powers and abilities, but about the delicate balance between his divinity and his humanity. He will have people and things he genuinely cares for and will not be a character solely dominated by his divine nature. This is the primary reason I chose for him to transmigrate as an infant.
If he were to arrive directly as a complete King of Angels, then the Marvel universe would be dealing with an Amon straight from the pages of Lord of the Mysteries. That scenario might be even worse for him, as the original Amon had the Ancient Sun God and Medici watching over him. This version of Amon, left to his own devices, would likely have his humanity completely eroded by his terrifying divinity. Of course, the main reason for this choice is simply that it is much easier to write a more relatable story this way.