Marvel Story: Reborn in Marvel, I Gained the League of Legends Summoning System
Here's the full Chapter 1:
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Chapter 1 — "The Beautiful Stranger"
Beacon Hills was quiet that night, the kind of quiet that made you feel like the forest itself was holding its breath. Stiles Stilinski, flashlight wobbling in his hand, was not impressed.
"Scott! Come on! My dad said they found half a corpse out here!"
Scott McCall groaned behind him. "Why do we even have to go looking for it? Can't the cops handle—"
"Because, Scott McCall," Stiles interrupted, waving the flashlight dramatically, "I have a tiny obsession with not dying in the woods alone! You know… the usual."
Scott rolled his eyes and adjusted his jacket. "You say that like you haven't done this a hundred times already."
Before Stiles could retort, a strange stillness settled over the forest. Not a rustle. Not a bird. Not even the wind whispering through the pines. Just… nothing.
And then he appeared.
Tall. Lean. Poised as if carved by a divine hand. Hair shimmering faintly under the moonlight, eyes glowing golden, yet calm and calculating. Every step deliberate. Every breath measured. Every inch of him… unnaturally perfect.
Stiles froze. Scott froze.
The stranger's gaze swept over them. One look, and it wasn't just being noticed — it was being consumed by presence. Some magnetic mix of charm, danger, and absolute control.
"Evening," he said, smooth and warm, with a voice that seemed to brush against your bones. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
Stiles blinked. "…Okay, Scott? We should definitely run."
Scott whispered, "Stiles… he doesn't smell human."
The stranger smiled faintly. "No. I am not."
"You're… not what?" Stiles stammered. "I mean, I don't—"
"Human," the man interrupted. "I am… something else. Something older. Stronger. Dangerous, depending on how you treat me."
Stiles' heart jumped into overdrive. He wanted to run, to hide, to scream, but his legs refused. "…Great. Reassuring."
"Allow me to introduce myself," the man said, bowing slightly, perfectly controlled. "I am… well, let's just call me the Man who should not exist. But you can call me… whatever you like."
Scott hissed under his breath. "Stiles. Don't."
Stiles ignored him. "…I'm not sure we can call you anything right now. You're… terrifying."
The man's lips curved in a subtle smile. "Good. Means I'm doing my job."
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The Forest Responds
Even the wildlife reacted. Birds stopped chirping. Deer froze mid-step. Wolves in the distance howled softly, uncertain. Stiles had never seen anyone like him. Scott sensed it too — not just strong, not just dangerous, ancient.
"You're… glowing," Scott muttered. "Or at least… your eyes. Something about your eyes."
The man tilted his head. "Perceptive. I like that. Most humans don't notice until it's too late."
"And most humans run screaming," Stiles added. "Which we were about to do, but now we're standing here like idiots."
The man laughed softly. "I do not bite… usually. But I enjoy chaos."
Stiles froze. "…Chaos?"
"Yes," he said. "And in your little forest, with your little pack… there will be plenty. You're standing on the edge of something you cannot yet comprehend."
Scott stepped slightly in front of Stiles. "I think we should call someone."
The stranger's eyes flicked to Scott. "I imagine you will. Eventually."
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The First Night — Inside the Head
That night, Stiles couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling. And then… he heard it.
Not outside. Not in his head exactly… but inside him.
"Well… this is awkward."
Stiles jumped. "…Who said that?!"
"Me. Relax. I'm not trying to hurt you."
Stiles got out of bed, pacing. "Oh great. I'm insane now too."
"Nope. Not insane. Just… sharing the universe with me. Lucky you."
"What the hell are you?"
"A collection of everything impossible. A hybrid of dangerous, powerful, charming, and terrifying things. A god in a body. And yes… fabulous."
Stiles blinked. "…Fabulous?"
"Exactly. Look at me. You're welcome."
Stiles shuffled to the mirror and nearly fell backward. The reflection wasn't just perfect — it radiated authority and power, terrifying and beautiful at once. "…I… can't even… what?"
"Exactly. Welcome to my world. Now, try not to scream."
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Next Day at School
Beacon Hills High was buzzing. The stranger walked the halls like he owned reality. Students froze, whispers spread, even teachers paused mid-step.
Allison narrowed her eyes. "Who… is that?"
Lydia felt chills. "…Not human. Not even… normal."
Scott sniffed the air. "Something's wrong. But… right."
Stiles muttered under his breath: "…Why do I feel like we just hit the main boss of a video game?"
The Man's eyes flicked toward him. "Relax. I only bite metaphorically."
Stiles almost dropped his soda. "…Why is this happening?"
"Spoiler: you don't get a choice."
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Hints of the Harem
Even on the first day, effects were subtle:
Allison couldn't stop glancing. He was impossibly attractive.
Lydia felt awe and unease simultaneously.
Scott sensed undeniable power radiating from him.
Minor supernatural creatures hesitated.
"This will be fun," the Man whispered in Stiles' head. "By fun, I mean chaos. Blood. Flirting. And maybe death. But mostly fun."
"…I hate you already," Stiles muttered.
"Love you later."
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First Night Patrol
By evening, he accompanied Scott and Stiles to the woods. Stiles' flashlight barely illuminated the trees, but the Man's presence made shadows dance unnaturally.
"How do you… exist?" Scott asked.
"I have been everywhere. Seen everything. Survived everything. Including humans who try too hard." The Man smirked.
Stiles whispered: "…Oh, Stiles-level sass, but… terrifying."
The patrol ended without incident, but Stiles felt it — a ripple in reality. Something about him wasn't just power. It was the future compressed into a single being.
"We're going to have fun," the Man said.
"…I hate you already," Stiles muttered again.
"Love you later," came the reply.
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Subtle Teasing and Humor
In the cafeteria, the Man sat alone briefly, observing. Stiles leaned over.
"Don't do that thing where you stare at everyone like they're ants," Stiles whispered.
The Man smirked. "I can't help it. It's… fascinating. The chaos. The ignorance. And your friends. I like your friends. Most of them anyway."
"Great. Just great," Stiles muttered. "…I can't believe this is my life."
"Spoiler: it's about to get weirder."
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Hints of Powers
Small objects occasionally trembled around him.
Animals reacted violently nearby.
Shadows bent unnaturally toward him.
His eyes occasionally glimmered gold when he was annoyed or amused.
Stiles noticed, worried. "…So… are we about to fight or die, or…"
"Neither. For now. Observation first. Fun second. Survival… optional."