[OP Marvel] Ch: 1 [The End Before the Beginning] (Patreon)

[Got a couple of chs in draft. I forgot to upload these. Anyway. Here you go.] [I will continue this one if I get enough likes lol. Oh, and I'll be editing the chs for this one, since UnknownMaster is busy with his own ffs, so hope you like it.]

As usual, you'll get the synopsis from this chapter. Expect: OP MC (No nerfing), new girls in harem. And yeah, I'll still be writing something other than Marvel and DC, soon. I'll start watching Modern Family tonight, then move on to Rookie. Let me watch a couple of seasons, then I'll decide. And thanks for the suggestions.

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Jason Miller’s life was a long stretch of gray. He woke up, went to work, came home, and repeated. No family dinners, no friends’ night out, no one waiting for him. Just his apartment, his job, and his debt.

He worked in customer support for an insurance company that barely noticed he existed. Every morning, he sat at his desk, headset on, pretending to care about people yelling through the line. Every night, he’d stare at his ceiling, trying to remember the last time he felt anything.

He was twenty-nine and already tired of living.

His phone never rang unless it was a bill reminder. His meals were whatever was cheap. His dreams, if he had any, were faint and quiet. Jason didn’t even hate his life. That would have required energy. He simply existed, one dull breath at a time.

Then one morning, he opened his eyes and everything was wrong.

The air was thick and hot, and his head throbbed painfully. Dirt pressed against his cheek, and smoke filled his lungs. "Cough! Cough!" He blinked and tried to sit up. Just then, a stench of burning flesh hit his nose. His stomach turned.

A few feet away, a corpse burned in a small crater. It was green flames. The fire crackled like it was alive.

"What the fuck!"

Jason froze for a moment. Then he looked around. He realized he was no longer in his apartment. Instead, he found himself in a dark fantasy world, similar to the settings of Diablo and Dark Souls. The ground was scorched, and the sky was dark with red cracks, as if the world was breaking apart.

He looked down at himself. His clothes were torn and stained with dust. His hands shook.

“What the hell…” he muttered, voice rasping.

Then a voice that wasn’t his echoed in his head.

[Welcome, Challenger. You have entered the Diablo World.]

Jason’s breath caught.

[Survive. Each trial completed brings you closer to your reward.]

“Reward?” he whispered.

[A new life. A world called Marvel awaits you.]

Jason’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. He looked again at the burning corpse, at the wasteland stretching endlessly around him. Too many thoughts ran through his head about this new world and the mention of Marvel. If he can somehow complete the trials, he will be able to enter the Multiverse of Marvel.

"Hahahaha!" He laughed and mumbled to himself. "It's like one of those isekai situations. Well, whatever. It's better than my old life." He stood up and cracked his knuckles. "So, where do I begin?"

He accepted the situation instantly. Why? Why not? He had nothing left to lose and if he survives, Marvel awaits.

And for the first time in years, Jason Miller felt something spark inside him... fear, maybe. Or hope.

Whatever it was, it meant he was alive.

...[30 years later]...

Thirty years passed like a grindstone. Jason Miller carved his way through the Diablo World until nothing there could challenge him anymore. Every monster, every demon, every warped thing that crawled in the dark eventually learned one truth.

Jason was the real nightmare.

He fought armies of monsters until he bathed in their blood. He tore through demons with the raw strength of a Barbarian. He shifted forms as a Druid and called storms as a Sorcerer. He raised the dead as a Necromancer, moved unseen as a Rogue, and mastered the strange flow of the Spiritborn.

Well, he maxed out all his skills and got enough equipment and items from the monsters to make himself nearly invincible.

His final battle came in a shattered cathedral where Lilith waited. He expected to finally enjoy a big fight with the main boss, but a couple of hits killed her. He tore apart her wings before she turned to dust.

Her death lit the sky with a red glow that burned for minutes.

Then a bright light swallowed him.

[Congratulations. All trials completed.]

The voice he had not heard in decades filled him again.

[Welcome to the world of Marvel. Will you bring peace or destruction? The choice is yours.]

The light faded.

Jason felt gravity return. Heat pressed against his face. He heard thunder that sounded too close. He opened his eyes and saw a battlefield that stretched across cracked stone and deep trenches. The sky was purple and split with lightning. Smoke rose from burning machines. Giant trolls with metal-plated skin roared as they swung massive clubs. Smaller monsters darted between them like feral dogs.

He looked at his hands. 'No scars and...' He touched his face. 'I think I look younger.'

Crackle! Booom! A hammer smashed through a group of them and scattered bodies like broken dolls. Lightning followed it in a jagged streak.

A blond man landed hard on one knee, reached out his hand, and the hammer snapped back to his grip with a loud crack. Thunder rolled through the air.

Jason stared.

Thor.

He could tell that this wasn't an illusion or a dream. The guy with the hammer was Thor in full armor.

Jason pushed himself up from the dirt. He flexed his fingers and felt the familiar weight of strength that stayed with him from the trials. His Barbarian instincts surged first. He had faced worse-looking creatures for decades. These things looked almost friendly in comparison.

Thor turned toward Jason. He narrowed his eyes. "Who are you, stranger?" He asked.

"I'm Jason. I'm new here and I'm not with these monsters," Jason answered. It's been ages since he talked to someone other than himself. Like thirty years of solitude and battle... He had to find a way to keep his sanity. So, he talked to himself or sometimes, he'd capture monsters and hang them up in his base, and then would talk to them before killing them.

"RAWRRR!!"

A troll charged Jason from behind with a roar that shook the ground. He simply blinked before the monster's face and punched. It was a simple punch.

Splatt! The troll's face splattered as its giant body fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Jason blinked back to where he was standing before the attack.

“Where am I?” He asked Thor.

Thor pointed his hammer toward the horizon. There was a purple portal from which monsters were rushing out.

“You are on Vanaheim. These creatures are coming out of that rift. We need to find a way to close it," Thor replied as he raised his hammer and rained down thunder on another group of monsters. 

Jason scanned the battlefield. Trolls, beasts, and twisted things poured out of the purple rift like a clogged drain finally bursting open. He watched another giant roar and stomp a boulder into rubble.

“So, no one’s going to say anything if I kill all these giant monsters?” Jason asked.

Thor swung his hammer through three charging creatures and sent their bodies flying. “Why would anyone say anything? They are the invaders.”

Jason nodded. “Alright. I’ll lend you a hand and wipe them out. In return, I want food. Chicken wings, a burger, and a Coke.”

Thor paused. “Are you from Earth?”

“It’s complicated, but yes.”

Thor grinned. “Then you shall have your feast when this battle is done.”

Jason cracked his knuckles. “Good. I’m starving.”

He stepped forward and the ground trembled as he launched himself into the chaos. His speed blurred the air. Monsters barely had time to react before his fists tore through them. Limbs flew. Bodies exploded. The battlefield shook under every impact.

'So much power! Who is this man?' Thor thought as he hurled lightning across the line.

Jason shot ahead of it like a cannonball and raced straight toward the portal where Lady Sif and Valkyrie were holding the line.

They fought in sync, blades flashing, cutting down anything that got too close. But the flood kept coming.

Jason landed beside them in a crater of broken stone.

Sif glanced at him. “Who is this?”

“Someone who’s hungry,” Jason said.

Sif wiped green blood off her cheek and tightened her grip on her blade. Valkyrie twirled her spear, boots grinding against cracked stone as another wave pushed through the portal.

Both warriors glanced at Jason.

He cracked his neck like he was warming up for a gym session.

The next troll barreled forward. Jason stepped into its shadow and punched upward. Crack! The troll’s skull burst like rotten fruit, its body flipping backward and bowling over the creatures behind it.

Sif’s eyes widened. “What sort of strength...?”

Valkyrie hissed. “He fights like a drunken frost giant.”

Jason stomped the ground. Thud! A shockwave rippled out and tossed half a dozen beasts into the air. They spun like rag dolls before crashing into the edges of the trench.

He shot forward again, just a blur. His fist buried itself in a monster’s chest. Pop! Flesh and bone blew outward in a cone of gore.

Sif reacted instantly. She leaped in and sliced down a lunging beast. Her blade flashed. “Do not think you will outdo me, stranger!”

Valkyrie darted to Jason’s flank, spear whirling in tight arcs. “Pride of Asgard is not so easily overshadowed!”

Jason grinned as he tore an armored brute’s head clean off. “Pride won't keep you alive on a battlefield...” He looked at Valkyrie. "...strength will."

Two more trolls charged at them. Sif rushed one head-on, smashing her shield into its knee. Crack! The giant toppled and she drove her sword straight through its eye. Valkyrie vaulted onto the shoulders of the other troll, spun once, and sliced its throat open. The beast staggered and fell.

Jason shot past them and hammered both bodies flat with a double-fist strike. Boom!

Sif glared at him. “I had that.”

“Sure,” Jason said.

Valkyrie jabbed him with her elbow. “Showoff.”

He shrugged.

Another surge of monsters stormed out of the portal. Dozens this time. Clawed beasts. Six-armed horrors. Trolls with armored faces. The ground shook under their stamping feet.

Jason inhaled slowly. Then he blurred forward.

He ripped through the front line with raw force. Every punch was a miniature explosion. Bang! Pop! Crack! Bodies shredded. Bones snapped like twigs. Monsters flew in pieces.

Sif and Valkyrie surged after him, unwilling to be left behind. Their weapons created streaks of silver and blue as they carved through anything Jason didn’t obliterate first.

Valkyrie yelled over the chaos. “If Thor sees this, he will be unbearable!”

“He will boast about recruiting him!” Sif yelled back.

Above them, thunder rolled.

Thor hovered near the clouds, spinning Mjolnir faster and faster. Sparks burst off him like wildfire. The sky lit up in white and violet flashes as power gathered in crushing waves.

Jason glanced up between swings. “Is he about to nuke the portal?”

Sif sliced a beast in half. “That is the plan.”

Valkyrie kicked a monster off her spear. “So kill as many as you can!”

Jason smirked. “Easy.”

He vanished again and wiped out an entire cluster of demons in a violent blur. Boom! Boom! Boom! Each impact sent shockwaves across the battlefield. The air turned thick with dust and the metallic scent of blood.

Sif and Valkyrie matched his pace as best as they could. They fought harder than they had in years, driven forward by pride.

The battlefield trembled as Thor’s voice roared from above.

“Stand clear!”

Thunder cracked so loud it shook the bones in their chests.

Jason planted his feet and slammed a troll into the ground. “Hahahaha! Blast it off, Sparky.”

Sif and Valkyrie leaped back, blades dripping, breath heavy, eyes locked on the sky. Jason blinked out of the area and reappeared at a safe distance.

Thor brought the hammer down.

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