Marvel: I can turn into anything.

Lusborn felt a force of power surge through his body, unlike the overwhelming, destructive strength he had felt while attempting to transform into the Hulk.

This time, it was controlled, refined, yet undeniably potent.

He could feel the energy humming beneath his skin, his senses sharpening in ways he had never experienced before.

The most crucial change, however, was his rapid healing. He watched in fascination as the small cracks and wounds on his body closed within seconds, as if they had never been there.

The pain that had wracked his body mere moments ago was now just a memory. His breath steadied, and he flexed his hands, feeling the newfound strength coursing through his veins.

He wasn't absurdly powerful, but compared to his normal self, he was at least tens of times stronger. More importantly, he was no longer at death's door.

Now that he was stable, he took the opportunity to truly observe his surroundings. He needed to figure out where the hell he was.

The robots were still fighting, their mechanical bodies clashing violently. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the details. Judging by their designs, these weren't ordinary machines.

They were sleek, humanoid, their movements almost too fluid for simple automatons.

The level of technological advancement on display confirmed one thing—he definitely wasn't in his old world anymore.

The battle was intense, and he noticed that the ones engaging the robots weren't just soldiers but also law enforcement officers.

He spotted police vehicles, SWAT teams taking cover behind them, firing at the mechanical threats.

Civilians were scrambling in panic, running in every direction, bumping into each other in a desperate attempt to escape the carnage.

Lusborn took a deep breath, looking down at himself.

He was still wearing a black tuxedo—well, what remained of it. The once-pristine fabric was torn in several places, but somehow, it still looked good on him.

Strangely enough, he also felt taller.

Was it an effect of the transformation? He didn't know. He only noticed that his perception of his surroundings seemed slightly elevated, as if he were standing at a slightly higher vantage point than his previous self.

His shoes, however, were gone. Whether they had been disintegrated in the rubble or lost in the chaos, he had no idea.

Finally, he shifted his attention to his environment.

The building he had been buried under was massive, its glass walls shattered and collapsing.

The architecture was sleek and modern, meant to be a testament to human ingenuity, but it was now a war zone.

Robots were bursting through walls, debris crashing onto the floor, and fire sprinklers sputtering out water in vain attempts to contain the destruction.

He needed to move carefully—shattered glass littered the floor, and walking barefoot in this mess was a surefire way to get himself injured again.

As he took a step forward, he frowned. This place—it looked familiar. He had seen it before. But how?

His mind raced, searching for an answer.

He had just reincarnated, hadn't he? This was a new world, one he had never stepped foot in before. So why did this place look like something straight out of his memories?

I mean he was sure he had just been reincarnated, and according to these robot fiasco he was damn sure it wasn't his original world.

Surely he wasn't supposed to know anything or anyone from here right? Well unless it was some kind of memory from the original body or something.

Thinking of that, it actually made a bit more sense, since the original had come here, it means he must have known, so..... easy then.

Suddenly, an old man bumped into Lusborn, clutching onto him to steady his fall.

If he had been a normal person, he would have been sent crashing down with the old man's momentum, but his enhanced body reacted instinctively, allowing him to remain standing as he firmly held the man in place.

The old man's frail hands gripped Lusborn's arms tightly, his breathing ragged and panicked.

At that moment, a sudden and overwhelming hunger consumed Lusborn.

It was unlike anything he had ever felt before—deep, primal, and insatiable. It clawed at his insides like an unbearable void, as if something essential to his very existence was missing.

A sharp thirst followed almost immediately, a dryness so intense it felt as though his throat had never known moisture.

Then, something strange happened—his vision changed.

He could see it. The blood.

It coursed through the old man's veins, a mesmerizing river of crimson just beneath his pale, wrinkled skin.

It pulsed in perfect rhythm, each beat of the man's heart echoing in Lusborn's ears like an irresistible melody.

His senses honed in on the old man's jugular, and his mind screamed for him to act.

His grip on the old man's arm tightened involuntarily, preventing any chance of escape. His breath grew heavier, and without realizing it, his body began to change.

His face contorted. His skin darkened around his eyes. His canines elongated, razor-sharp and eager to sink into flesh. His fingers twitched as claw-like nails began to form.

He was becoming something else—something monstrous.

And the worst part? He didn't want to stop it. Every fiber of his being demanded he take what was right in front of him.

One bite, and this agonizing hunger would be gone.

The old man, oblivious at first, suddenly noticed the unnatural transformation in Lusborn.

His breath hitched as his wide, terrified eyes locked onto the nightmare forming before him. He tried to pull away, but Lusborn's grip was unyielding.

The man's heart pounded erratically, fear overtaking him.

But before Lusborn could succumb to his instincts, an explosion shattered the moment.

A red-and-gold blur shot past them at blinding speed, obliterating a hostile robot that had been closing in on their position.

The impact sent shockwaves through the area, knocking debris and dust into the air.

Lusborn snapped out of his trance, his monstrous features retreating as his mind reasserted control over his body.

He inhaled sharply, stepping back as he released the old man, who stumbled away in horror, fainting the next second.

Then, a familiar, charismatic voice rang out through the chaos.

"Hey, get pops the fuck out of here!"

Lusborn turned, his heart nearly stopping as his eyes landed on the source of the voice.

A sleek, armored figure hovered just above the battlefield, repulsors glowing at his palms.

Iron Man.

Lusborn felt a chill crawl down his spine as reality crashed over him like a tidal wave. He wasn't just in some random futuristic world.

He wasn't just in another world.

He was in the Marvel Universe.

And judging by the scene before him—the crumbling expo building, the destroyed Hammer drones, and the infamous red-and-gold armored hero in mid-battle—he knew exactly when and where he was.

This was Tony Stark's battle against Ivan Vanko.

Marvel.

The thought echoed in his mind like a death sentence. Of all the places he could have ended up, why did it have to be here? This world was dangerous.

Gods, monsters, aliens, and cosmic horrors lurked in every shadow.

And he, Lusborn, was a nobody with a power he barely understood, in a world where people like him either got trampled by the strong or were used as pawns by the powerful.

Panic and disbelief clashed within him. He had spent years watching Marvel movies, reading comics, analyzing every character and event.

And now, he was standing in the middle of it all. A world where a certain purple madman existed.

Where the Snap could happen. Where beings capable of tearing planets apart roamed free.

He didn't like this. Not one bit.

Fuck.

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Pliz dear readers, this kind of ability I gave him has lots and lots of shit that he can use to grow stronger. 

And obviously I cant think of all of them, I might even think of some stupid shit so, that's why I will need yo help.

I need ideas from you guys, I have already received some and it has really enlightened me, so, it would be better if I received more.

Thanx.

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Also pliz support my other works, I need help with that too. Still new in this thing so.... will need u guys.