Transmigrated Tech: The Rise of Jake
Jake never expected death to feel like… buffering.
One moment he was a tired 18-year-old slumped over his keyboard after an all-night coding binge, and the next he was waking up on a creaky couch in a tiny living room that definitely wasn't his.
The ceiling fan spun lazily overhead.
The TV in front of him was so old it had actual buttons.
And most importantly—he didn't recognize the body he was in.
"Okay… okay, don't panic," he muttered, checking his reflection in the dusty TV screen.
Same brown eyes. Same messy hair. Still Jake.
Just… not his home.
A newspaper on the coffee table caught his attention.
On the front page, bright and bold, was a headline that made his stomach drop:
"STARK INDUSTRIES UNVEILS NEW WEAPONS DEMONSTRATION IN AFGHANISTAN."
Marvel.
He was in the Marvel universe.
Jake flopped back onto the couch. Great. A world full of supervillains, aliens, and catastrophic events every other Tuesday. And he didn't even have a job. Or money. Or powers.
What he did have was knowledge—tech knowledge. Real-world engineering, programming, AI concepts, things no one here had yet.
And in Marvel? That was as good as a superpower.
Chapter 1: The First Blueprint
The house was tiny and empty, but there were tools in the garage—rusty, basic, but usable.
Jake scavenged what he could: scrap metal, wires, motors from broken appliances.
He spent days building, sketching, rewriting.
If Tony Stark could build a suit in a cave, he could at least make something small.
After a week, he finished his first creation:
A hovering, palm-sized drone powered by a custom micro-processor and a stripped-down AI routine.
He placed it on the table.
"Boot up."
The drone lifted smoothly into the air, humming like a metallic hummingbird.
Jake grinned. "Oh yeah. I can work with this."
Chapter 2: The Unwanted Visitor
Late at night, someone knocked on his door.
Jake froze. No one should know he lived here.
He peeked through the curtain—two men in dark suits.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
His heart jumped. Had they detected his tech? Did they think he was a threat?
He opened the door a crack.
"Uh… hi?"
The taller agent flashed a badge.
"Mr. Jake. We received reports of unusual energy signatures originating from this residence."
I swallowed. Great. I made a drone and now the government thinks I'm building bombs.
The agent continued, "Director Fury wants to speak with you."
Jake hesitated only a moment.
This was Marvel. Playing small wouldn't save him.
He stepped aside.
"Then you better come in."
The agents looked around the dimly lit living room, their eyes pausing on the drone
Before they could react i grabd a crowbar and smashed it on thier heads knocking them out
I trew both thier bodys into the water
And i examined the drone i buid looking for ways to give it upgrades