I didn't even get a dramatic death. No fiery explosion, no heroic sacrifice. Nope. A trunk.A literal trunk fell off a truck and crushed me. That was it. The end.
At least, that's what I thought.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't on a street bleeding out. I was lying in a warm bed, soft sheets brushing against my skin. The ceiling above me was made of smooth wood, painted white, and sunlight streamed in from a window. The air smelled faintly of lavender.
And I… was small. Slender. Soft. And my hair—long, silvery-white strands—spilled around me like a silken river.
Then I saw the letter.
It sat neatly on the nightstand, sealed with a wax crest I didn't recognize. My fingers — much smaller and far too delicate to be mine — trembled as I tore it open. The paper shimmered faintly, as if it were written with starlight.
Dear Isaac,Or should I call you Elaine now?
Surprise. You died — anticlimactic, I know. But I, in my infinite boredom, decided to reincarnate you into a body of my own choosing. For my entertainment, of course.
You are now Elaine the Wandering Witch, reincarnated in the Marvel Universe three hundred years before the "main plot" begins. You possess twelve times Elaina's natural talent, the combined magical knowledge of countless worlds, and the gift of immortality and eternal youth.
Consider this a head start.
P.S. Yes, I made you a girl. A gorgeous girl. And a lesbian. Because I think it'll be funny. Enjoy.
— God
I just stared at it. Blinked once. Twice.Then, out loud, "That God's a freaking troll."
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My legs were smooth, pale, and impossibly soft, ending in delicate feet. When I stood, my new body felt light, balanced, powerful. Like magic itself thrummed through my veins.
And then it hit me — the knowledge.Everything Elaina the Wandering Witch ever knew. Every spell, every trick, every bit of lore from Harry Potter, DxD, Fate, DC, Percy Jackson, Avatar… all of it was in my head. Hardwired. Layered like a perfect library.
I snapped my fingers and conjured a tiny flame. It danced on my fingertip, brighter and hotter than anything a normal mage could ever do. The air shimmered around it, humming with power.
I laughed. "I'm reborn. More good news: I have magical powers. And I'm overpowered as hell. More good news: I've got the Wandering Witch's memories and the magical knowledge of basically every fictional universe ever."
I paused. Looked down at myself. My hair glimmered in the sunlight, cascading like silver silk. My reflection in the glass of the window showed a face that could break hearts — wide eyes, porcelain skin, a delicate smile that looked like it was sculpted to tempt angels.
"Bad news," I muttered. "I used to be a boy. Now I'm the most attractive, irresistible girl I've ever seen. And… I think I'm a lesbian."
I turned the letter over. On the back, scrawled in God's handwriting, it read:
Yes, Elaine. I made you a girl and a lesbian because I think it'll be entertaining.
I groaned. "Of course he did."
But even as I said it, I couldn't stop smiling. Because deep down, I knew exactly what this meant:Three hundred years before the main plot of the MCU begins… and I'm basically a magical cheat code with unlimited time and power.
"Oh," I whispered, a slow grin curling across my lips. "This universe has no idea what's coming."