I Awoke as the Absolute in the Marvel Universe
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Prologue — Death Was Boring
The last thing I remembered was nothing special.
No truck.
No lightning.
No dramatic last words.
Just a ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my phone dead on my chest, and the quiet realization that I was exhausted—not tired, but done. With the world. With limits. With being small.
I closed my eyes.
And reality blinked first.
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Chapter 1 — I Wake Where Gods Pretend
I opened my eyes to stars.
Not a night sky—space itself, vast and alive, galaxies burning like embers scattered across black silk. I wasn't floating. I wasn't falling.
I was there, as if the universe had always included me.
No body panic.
No suffocation.
No fear.
I raised a hand.
It existed because I decided it did.
Information flooded my mind—not memories, but truths.
This was the Marvel Universe.
Earth spun nearby. Blue. Fragile. Loud with stories.
I understood immediately:
• The Living Tribunal watched all things.
• Eternity was space.
• Infinity was time.
• Death waited patiently.
• Oblivion dreamed of nothing.
And I—
I was not part of their hierarchy.
I was outside the system.
Power: Absolute Reality Authorship
Restriction: None
Cost: None
Cooldown: None
With a thought, I tested it.
"I want gravity to be optional."
The concept of gravity rewrote itself politely around me.
Stars bowed.
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Chapter 2 — Gods Feel Fear Too
Earth needed context.
I arrived above New York in silence—no portals, no thunder, no spectacle.
Still, every mystic on the planet froze.
Doctor Strange dropped his tea.
Wanda Maximoff clutched her chest as chaos magic screamed warnings she couldn't translate.
Thor looked up mid-battle and whispered,
"…Father?"
Uatu the Watcher's eyes widened.
This… this was not meant to be observed.
I descended slowly, wearing plain clothes because I preferred irony.
A child pointed at me from the sidewalk.
"Mommy, that man is glitching."
I smiled.
Reality stabilized itself out of embarrassment.
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Chapter 3 — The Sorcerer Supreme Tries
Doctor Strange appeared in front of me, Cloak of Levitation flaring defensively.
"You're not a demon," he said carefully.
"Not cosmic. Not magic. Not—anything I recognize."
"That's because I'm not from here," I replied.
He cast a spell.
It unraveled itself mid-syllable, apologized, and turned into butterflies.
Strange swallowed.
"What do you want?"
I thought about it.
"Isekai rules say I should start weak, struggle, grow stronger."
The universe laughed.
"So instead," I continued, "I'll start honest."
I snapped my fingers.
The concept of lying ceased to function in a five-mile radius.
Strange's eyes went wide.
"I don't want to rule," I said.
"I don't want to destroy."
I leaned closer.
"I want to experience this world—without limits."
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Chapter 4 — When the Cosmos Notices
They came quickly.
Eternity manifested first—endless and radiant.
YOU DO NOT BELONG.
I rewrote grammar so Eternity could feel nervous.
"I belong wherever I decide."
The Living Tribunal appeared next—three faces, judgment incarnate.
THIS REALITY IS GOVERNED.
I edited the definition of "governed."
"It was."
Silence fell across existence.
Then Death herself approached—not hostile, not afraid.
Curious.
"You are beyond me," she said softly.
I smiled.
"Want to be free?"
Her breath caught.
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Chapter 5 — Absolute Freedom
I didn't conquer.
I edited.
• Thanos never snapped—he healed.
• Mutants were never persecuted.
• Civil wars ended before they began.
• Villains got choice, not fate.
• Heroes stopped suffering for plot.
But here's the truth:
Absolute power wasn't boring.
It was liberating.
I could create challenges that wanted to challenge me.
Worlds that could grow.
Enemies that chose to exist.
I built realms beyond the multiverse.
Stories without trauma as currency.
Hope without sacrifice.
And sometimes—
I sat on a rooftop in New York, eating shawarma with the Avengers, laughing like I was human again.
Because I still was.
Just… unbound.
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Epilogue — The Strongest Rule
Uatu once asked me:
"Why haven't you remade everything?"
I looked at the city below. Lights. People. Stories unfolding naturally.
"Because meaning disappears when it's forced."
I stood, stars bending gently around me.
"So I don't rule reality."
I grinned.
"I play in it."
And the Marvel Universe?
It learned something new that day.
Gods can exist.
Omnipotence can arrive.
And still—
The greatest power is choosing not to erase the game.