"Spin the wheel mortal."
"What? Fuck no! I asked you why I'm here dude!"
"Don't test my patience boy. I'll send you to the lowest layers of Christianity hell if you don't."
That makes me pause. While I do want to avoid whatever this god has in store for me. I'm sure it's better than whatever the fuck awaits me in that shit
"Fine — fuck! Can't believe I'm going through an isekai trope." I grumble as I grip the Nearby wheel, with a yank of my hand. Can't tell what it is, the wheel begins to spin.
"First we will select your abilities. If it's strong that will be your only ability." The glowing entity says blankly as I resist the urge to scream at it again.
"That's dumb."
I mumble. The light that makes up the entity's body glows a bit brighter in a show of agitation I assume.
Eventually, the wheel stops, and my 'eyes' widen as I see my powers.
"Royal blooded Viltrumite body. Impressive luck you have mortal." The being snorts. As I gawk.
"That's good... maybe I won't die immediately depending on where in going," I mutter with some hope. Hell, I'll be strong enough to live in peace as well most likely.
"Okay, mortal. I'll give you a bargain. You'll be as strong as season 1 Mark Grayson. Naturally, you will grow as you age but I'll have you start at that level of power in turn for one more spin
Or, you can start at the same level of Omniman, but get no more spins." The entity explains as I hum in concentration.
Depending on where I go season 1 Marks' strength level won't be too off-putting. Nolan punched him through Chicago and he only had a bloody nose. Viltrumites' durability is bullshit.
Including the growth of strength as I age. I'll say an extra ability will be enough for me.
"I'll spin again," I answer after some time as the entity hums and the wheel that recently faded away reappears.
With another yank of my arm, the wheel spins for a few minutes. Or at least it felt like a few minutes, before coming to a halt.
'Son gokus martial arts mastery'
"That's- not that bad actually." I sigh, as the entity snorts a bit.
"Not that bad? It's better than watching you learn how to throw a proper punch with the strength capable of Bending steel. Now you won't get beat up on so easily." Its voice is weirdly friendly now as I raise a metaphorical eyebrow.
"You seem suddenly happy" I observe as the entity chuckles.
"Indeed. You might last longer than the last insect I chose." Its voice suddenly turns cold as it waves a glowing hand and a larger wheel appears. This one spinning on its own.
The world's that pass makes me shudder in fear. Worm, Warhammer, Marvel. My eyes widen a bit as my little pony slowly comes to light before the wheel lands on DC. I cringe. This is even worse than Marvel.
"Shit."
"Oh my, you're quite unlucky. Not as unlucky as the last guy, he ended up as a normal human in Attack on Titan. I'll just say he was eaten alive before Canon even started." The entity laughs as I feel myself shrink. Is this some sick game to it?
"At least you're strong. Based on the universe I'm sending you too. I'll have to boost your strength relative to a lower-end Kryptonian. Just because I haven't had one of my entertainers talk back to me ever, they're usually cowering in fear." That makes me perk up a bit but that immediately ends as I can feel the entity's cruel smirk.
"In turn. Your weakness to a certain frequency that all Viltrumites have will be enhanced slightly. Do well to not let anyone find out about your vulnerability."
With that the entity snaps its hand and a blinding light engulfs me. Making me scream in shock a bit before everything blanks out.
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Waking up, I expected anything but my current predicament. My eyes bleary as I slowly adjust to my environment.
First things first. I'm in space. Second. I'm sleepy. Oh, did I forget to mention I'm in fucking space?
Sitting up. I resist the urge to yawn. The only reason I haven't pissed myself in fear is due to the fact I can see the earth in the distance. It's a slightly larger blue dot a bit in the distance.
I'm holding my breath. Something Viltrumites can do for weeks so I relax and try to gather myself.
I'm on the moon as well, so finding a rock to sit on isn't hard. Moving the long wavy black hair this new body of mine has out of my face.
'First order of business. How to fly.'
In the comics and show. They never state how Viltrumites fly other than the complex system in the ears thing.
Standing up, I note my traditional white Viltrumite clothing. Interesting. But not my focus.
Bending my knees. I mentally chant for myself to fly. Jumping into the void. The momentum sends me flying far and away from the moon but not fast enough. Hell I'm pretty sure I'm not even flying. The force of my jump paired with the moon's low gravity just sent me 'flying'.
I have no control. No maneuverability. Focusing on my head region, I dig deep looking for the 5th limb feeling.
At first, there's nothing. Before, as if moving an arm you haven't moved in a while. It happened, my body suddenly propelled through the vacuum with unparalleled speed as I rocketed towards Earth at speeds nearing that of light.
The earth goes from a slightly large blue dot to the massive planet it is. My arms outstretched similar to how Superman flies I hone in on the planet.
Willing for myself to stop, I halt immediately. Making good utilization of my flight as I gaze down at earth a bit nostalgic.
But this isn't my earth. Shaking my head, I fly into the planet's atmosphere at a much slower speed.
As I shoot into the planet. Flames ignite in my body, but I ignore them. The feeling was akin to a warm pillow wrapped around my body. Harmless. But notable.
I breathe in for the first time in a while. The breath I was holding released as I flew somewhere over North America.
Deciding on a location. I steadily drop into a forest, avoiding civilization. As I try to regain my baring.
"Fuck. This feels like a nightmare. Let's hope no one noticed me... Who am I kidding I just flew through space toward Earth at near-light speeds. The U.S government is probably already dispatching patrol units near me. Let's move."
I head deeper into the forest in a bit of a rush. Getting used to my new and admittedly powerful body.
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"Ma'am, our satellites have just pictured an unknown entity entering Earth's atmosphere. It appears to have come from the direction of the moon." A man with glasses, Grey hair, and a thin build speaks to a short fat African American woman.
"Give me a photo." Amanda Waller demands as the screen Nearby shows a blurry image of a human-like figure in white clothing.
"We estimated his speed as he approached the planet. He reached earth from the moon in 8.75 seconds, near that of the speed of light..." The man draws on. His voice was clearly worried.
Amanda's eyes remain focused on the picture for a while before she sighs.
"Another Kryptonian?" She murmurs in speculation before shaking her head.
"Where do you estimate he's landed."
"North America."
"Send patrolling units. If you can't find him, keep this information confidential. I don't want a peep getting out to anyone about this."
"Understood."
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Okay, who knew running mindlessly through a forest isn't productive? After about ten minutes of blurring through the foliage of a North American forest, I decided to sit down near a tree to think about what I should do.
Find someone who can give me an ID. I'd say this body is around 17-18 years old. I'll head to Gotham or something, I've always wanted to meet Batman. But I won't be going to him. I'll find someone there.
Once I get an identity I'll get a job. Living in Gotham won't affect me as I am unless there's someone in Gotham capable of fighting a being with unparalleled martial arts and the raw power of weaker yellow sun-enhanced Kryptonians.
I'd actually wanna avoid Gotham though. There are some sick fucks there. Invulnerable or not I'd like to avoid them as much as possible.
And I wouldn't mind going through college life again. This body is the age. So I'll just need an identity. Maybe the penguin could? I do some odd job for him and he can give me an identity.
As long as it doesn't involve kidnapping. Killing, or anything very morally questionable I'll do it. I could hypothetically just bust into the iceberg lounge. Beat the fuck out of his men and him, then force him to give me an identity. But that would compromise me, and I'd get Batman's notice. I don't want the greatest detective in the world on my case after all.
And I wouldn't doubt the penguin would spill the beans when inevitably questioned by the bat.
And if Batman is on my case. He'll realize he wouldn't be able to possibly take me on on his own. And get some help from his league buddies. Considering me an unknown powerful alien.
And if there's one person I don't want the ire of it's big blue boy scout himself. The entity said I was as strong as a WEAKER yellow sun-enhanced Kryptonian. Supes is the strongest yellow sun-enhanced Kryptonian.
Even with my huge edge in skill via Goku's martial arts knowledge. I doubt I could take him on. And on the very off chance I could, what if I'm not fighting just him? Hell, he's not even the biggest threat, black canary is more than likely.
Her canary cry would fuck me up good. Another person I'll avoid confrontation with if I don't have to fight. That doesn't mean I can't move faster than she can scream and ever hope to comprehend. But if she catches me off guard I'll be writhing on the ground in pain.
And Batman finding out my weakness is just asking for me to end up in the watchtower being questioned surrounded by big-ass speakers or something.
So many things to do. I just wanna relax honestly.
-Rustle
"Huh?"
That's all I get off before I spot two small bear cubs staring at me curiously. I tilt my head a bit before I shiver hard.
Behind them is a very pissed momma bear. She doesn't hesitate to charge at me. I almost scream bloody murder before I immediately slap the shit out of myself.
Why the fuck am I scared of a bear? If I wanted to I could go fuck up entire cities and kill millions right now. I'm strong as shit.
Raising my hands defensively. All 400 pounds of the mother bear slams into me. The momentum and force she built up halted immediately when met with my inhuman strength.
"Relax! I don't wanna hurt your kids, lady!" I say exasperated as the bear bites down on my shoulder. I cringe as I feel its teeth Crack as she tries and fails to break the skin.
"You're just hurting yourself chill!"
I try gently to shove her away from me. Note, try. The 400-pound grizzly is sent careening into a nearby tree with a slam as I immediately feel myself cringe in shock.
"Shit— I'm sorry! You good?" I resist the urge to slap myself again when I realize the damn bear can't understand me.
If the blood pooling around the bears back and head area where any indicator. She was in fact not good, I feel my hands tremble as I lock eyes with the two terrified cubs.
"Fuck!"
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After flying off in shame at having murdered an innocent animal. I currently find myself floating above the shithole known as Gotham city.
My sensitive ears pick up on numerous things. A man getting mugged, a hooker giving some guy head in an alleyway, a gang shootout. I can hear it all.
Floating down slowly into a back alleyway, I cover myself in a jacket I so graciously took off a sleeping homeless man. My Viltrumite uniform is just asking to stick out like a sore thumb. The prestige white contrasting with the dark moodiness of Gotham.
I walk through the streets of Gotham city with one location in mind, the iceberg lounge.