Reborn into a World Without Us

Trigger Warning: Disturbing Content Ahead

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After reading that there is a transmigrator in this universe, Alex immediately used his quantum magic to hack into the universe to search for the transmigrator.

"Another one like me? This could be good or very bad for me. Better find out fast." Alex thought as he was waiting for his quantum magic to hack the universe for the reincarnator's information.

As his quantum magic hack and downloaded the transmigrator's information from the universe. He immediately read all the information about the transmigrator coming from Uatu's database. It only took a second to know all the information and now he just wants to bleach his brain instead.

"No fucking way! What in the actual fuckery is this?" Alex thought as he read the intel about the reincarnator. What he discovers leaves him disgusted, his stomach churning with revulsion. He could hardly believe what he read—what he read was far beyond what he could have imagined. He immediately teleports to the reincarnator.

POV Young Boy

In New York, In an apartment building at 15 West 81st Street, a young boy just got out of bed and looked in the mirror.

"Yes! The system never lied to me. I really reincarnate in the Marvel Universe!" A seemingly young boy reflected in the mirror, with a thought expression with excitement on his face as he thought about what he just encountered in his death.

When he died, he woke up in the dark, endless void, staring at the translucent blue screen that popped up in front of his face.

[System Initialization...]

*Ding!

[Greetings esteemed host, I am the Ultimate Hentai system. Are you ready to embark on a journey filled with adventure, spice, and... personal growth? Fear not, for I am here to support you with endless possibilities (and maybe a few blush-worthy ones too)! Whether you're unlocking talents, leveling up your charm, or diving headfirst into 'unique' scenarios, the Ultimate Hentai System will ensure you're the center of attention and affection! Shall we get started, dear Host? Your destiny awaits!"] 

The cheerful, robotic voice echoed in his mind, carrying an unsettling amount of enthusiasm. This was definitely the system talking.

The man, who was floating in the void, was excited as his twisted mind raced with many possibilities. "Is this true? If it is true then..." As the young boy thought about it, he licked his lips and smiled a little pervertedly.

As he smiled pervertedly, the man wasted no time in demanding an explanation of its functions. In an unsettlingly cheerful tone, the system eagerly listed its capabilities—granting strength, bestowing unique abilities, and assigning missions tailored to his desires. Each word only fueled his anticipation. When it finally offered him a reward to begin his journey, he could hardly contain his excitement. Then, the system revealed its final gift: transmigrated into a new world. As the words "Marvel Universe selected" flashed before him, a twisted grin spread across his face—this was his chance to rewrite everything.

As he thought about his reincarnation in this life. He watched his reflection in the mirror and thought about the new memories that he received on this young body that he transmigrated in.

He had an older sister and her name was Gwen Stacy.

Then, the name hit him like a jolt of electricity. Gwen Stacy.

A surge of excitement coursed through him as recognition set in. Gwen Stacy—popular, intelligent, strong-willed. The very same Gwen Stacy who was known as Spider-Woman in some realities. And now, in this life, she was his older sister.

*Ding!

 [Quest Mainline: R#pe Gwen Stacy]

The system issued a disturbing quest in an unsettlingly cheerful way. The young boy didn't find it horrible and even got strangely excited about the quest. 

As he moved toward the door, ready to step out of his bedroom and explore this new life, a faint shuffling sound made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The air felt heavier, a creeping sense of unease washing over him. Just as his fingers brushed against the doorknob, he saw his shadow on the door turn a little bigger than usual.

Before he could turn around, a powerful hand clamped onto his head behind his head, fingers digging into his scalp with crushing strength. His feet left the ground as he was yanked up effortlessly. Panic surged through him, but before he could even process what was happening, his head was slammed down onto the hard floor, face first.

A sickening crack echoed through the room. Stars exploded in his vision, his skull throbbing in agony as his body convulsed from the shock. His nose was broken from the impact and his ears rang, but through the pain, he heard the stranger's voice again- with a low, cold, and mocking tone.

"Surprise, Motherfucker. You didn't expect me did you?" The voice dripped with a mocking tone, cool and unnervingly calm. 

POV Alex Greid

"Surprise, Motherfucker. You didn't expect me, did you?" Alex's voice was smooth, carrying an edge of mockery as he watched the boy's face twist in confusion. The boy was dazed, his breath quickening as he tried to understand what had just happened, but before he could fully process it, he managed to choke out a shaky question.

"Who the fuck are you?" The words trembled on the boy's lips, his voice laced with fear and defiance.

He watched the boy's bewildered eyes dart around, disoriented, struggling to regain control of his senses. The once confident, entitled attitude of this transmigrator man was shattered in an instant. The boy's breath came in quick, ragged gasps as he tried to move, his limbs sluggish and uncooperative. His nose is broken, making it harder for him to breathe through his nose.

"What the hell is going on?!" the boy croaked, his voice weak and muffled due to his broken nose, panic lacing each word. "System, what the hell is happening?!"

Alex let out a small chuckle, the darkness in his voice not lost on him. He'd seen this reaction before, but it was always amusing when it was directed at someone so undeserving. The system—the very thing that had granted this child the power to do terrible things—was now silent in the face of real consequences.

The boy's eyes darted wildly as if he expected some kind of help, but Alex knew better. This was not a fairy tale. No one was coming to save him. He had no system to fix this.

"You thought had everything under control, huh?" Alex said, his voice laced with continued amusement. The grip on the young boy's head tightened, and his scalp throbbed with every heartbeat as laughter echoed in his ears.

"Aghh! Stop gripping my head!" as the young boy tries to unclamp Alex's hand by using the young boy's hands.

Alex seeing this, grabbed the young boy's two arms, and with a swift, brutal motion, he dislocated both of the boy's arms at the shoulders, the sickening sound of bone popping out of place echoing through the room. The boy's eyes went wide, and an ear-splitting scream tore from his throat, his body convulsing as the pain shot through him like wildfire. His limbs spasmed, but Alex held him firm, making sure he couldn't thrash around. The boy's scream was raw and desperate, but it didn't faze Alex.

"Settle down," Alex said, his tone cold and unimpressed. You're going to want to stay still for this." He gripped the young boys a little more.

"You know, it's funny," Alex continued, his voice playful. I thought I'd find you struggling with a few more.... moral issues. But you're already making a run for it. I see that you don't have morals at all." Alex nodded to himself in approval.

He gestured subtly with his free hand. The shimmering screen flickered, then displayed a complex array of symbols, advanced equations, and what looked suspiciously like code from a language centuries beyond anything known on Earth. "A little something I whipped up," Alex explained casually. "A combination of quantum entanglement, dimensional shielding, and a few other…borrowed technologies. Let's just say your little 'help' line is currently…out of service." He'd spent centuries in that prison universe, not just surviving, but learning. Learning, experimenting, and upgrading the technology that he invented along the way. With every flicker of power that drifted through the dimensional cracks. He already downloaded, reverse-engineered, and improved upon everything the Marvel Omniverse had to offer, bending it to his will. It only took a mere hours to do it from getting out of the Prison Universe to the present scene.

The ethereal System's screen now flashed warnings about interfering with a transmigrator and attempting to contact external systems. Alex smirked. "Don't bother," he said, his voice laced with a strange mix of amusement and menace. "I've taken precautions."

He already blocked all forms of communication that the young boy and the system might have in their arsenal. He didn't want to alert his enemy, could he? 

*Ding!

[SYSTEM ERROR: UNABLE TO ESTABLISH CONNECTION WITH ADMIN/CREATOR.]

*Ding!

[SYSTEM ERROR: UNABLE TO ESTABLISH CONNECTION WITH ADMIN/CREATOR.]

Error messages flashed across its surface, written in a bizarre, alien script. 

Alex is annoyed by this as he keeps getting notified by the system. "Alright, alright, I get it," he muttered.

 "Enough of that nonsense." he reached out and, with a casual flick of his wrist, the shimmering screen winked out of existence.

The young boy is now quiet, drenched in a cold sweat on his back as he awaits his judgment.

"Now what should we do with you little guy?" he pondered as he got an idea. He remove the young boy or man? soul on the body then resurrected the soul that was the original owner of the body.

As for the man? soul, he already erased all the memories that happened in this room and threw the soul to Mephisto's dimension, Hell.

"Now that trash is out of the way," Alex muttered, a hint of lingering annoyance in his voice as he glanced at the floor where the boy lay unconscious, "let's see about tracking down the coordinates of this…Admin/creator." He tapped a series of complex runes etched into the air, the symbols shimmering with quantum energy. "I have a few…choice words I'd like to share with him." A swirling vortex of iridescent colors materialized before him – a gateway to his unique mode of transport. "My bubble universe awaits," he announced to no one in particular, stepping through the portal.

Now that he is out of the Prison Universe, why not find some stress reliever to relieve his stress. Thankfully, someone delivered to me a punching bag to relieve stress. I am gonna find that Admin/creator and throw hands with that Admin/creator. They already cross the line when that kid is transmigrated here to do unspeakable stuff.