The first thing I learned about my new house was that it was enormous. Not "nice little cottage" enormous — castle library enormous. High ceilings, sprawling corridors, and a faint scent of old wood and herbs. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting golden patches on polished floors.
And everything in it, apparently, was mine.
I padded barefoot through the hallway, my long silvery hair swishing behind me, a silky nightgown clinging to my new, ridiculously attractive figure. (I swear, God designed this body to be a distraction.) My fingers trailed along the walls until I reached a door carved with runes.
I pushed it open.
A library.No — a vault of knowledge.
Floor-to-ceiling shelves stuffed with tomes, grimoires, scrolls, and books glowing faintly with their own light. The scent of parchment and power hit me like a wave. My new brain instantly categorized them. I didn't even need to read the titles; I knew what they were.
Grimoires filled with alchemy from universes I used to think were fiction.Detailed treatises on the magical world of Harry Potter, including all the unspeakable, dangerous magic never taught at Hogwarts.Volumes on the world of Fate — Reality Marbles, Command Seals, Noble Phantasms, all of it.The dark and horrifyingly powerful spells from the Overlord universe, catalogued neatly and waiting to be used.An entire set of grimoires on the DC Universe's magical systems: Zatanna's craft, Constantine's rituals, even the dark things that lived in the gaps between multiverses.And of course, Marvel's own mystical arts — the Vishanti, the Dark Dimension, the Book of Vishanti itself, the stuff Strange would drool over.Even books on how to harness divine power itself.
On a lower shelf sat scrolls detailing chakra control from Naruto. Techniques for molding chakra, opening the Eight Gates, perfecting Sage Mode. My fingers brushed the edge of one and it pulsed with a faint blue glow.
"Oh, God," I whispered, a grin spreading across my lips. "You gave me everything."
My eyes drifted to the far side of the room where racks of clothing stood neatly arranged. My excitement dimmed slightly.
Every single outfit — and I do mean every single one — was either ridiculously cute, absurdly revealing, or some lethal combination of the two. Frilly witch dresses, thigh-high boots, corsets, plunging necklines, silk stockings. I pulled out one hanger and held up what looked like a magical girl outfit that would get me arrested for public indecency.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "This God is definitely a pervert."
Still, I hung the outfit back up. A grin tugged at my lips despite myself. "At least he has taste."
Something soft brushed against my ankle. I looked down to see a black cat sitting there, its fur glossy, its eyes a deep, knowing gold. It meowed once, then hopped onto a nearby chair and began grooming itself like it owned the place.
"Of course," I muttered. "A black cat. Because I'm a witch now."
Near the cat rested a broomstick — sleek, polished, runes etched into its handle — and a cauldron that practically radiated magic. Beside them were piles of rare magical materials: phoenix feathers, star-metal, draconian hearts, essence of gods-know-what. I didn't even need to guess what they were; my new mind instantly identified their properties and uses.
And in a small chest tucked under a table was a pile of old-world currency. Gold bars, gems, and, for good measure, thick stacks of this era's money. Easily over a billion dollars' worth.
"Well," I said, hands on my hips. "At least that perverted God made sure I'm rich."
The cat flicked its tail as if agreeing.
I stood there, surrounded by power, knowledge, wealth, and resources from countless worlds. My new body practically hummed with potential.
Three hundred years before the MCU even begins.Immortality.Every magic system ever.Unlimited money.
A slow, dangerous smile curved across my lips.
"This universe," I whispered, "is mine to play with."