Marvel: The Witcher

It had been a couple of hours since I discovered the impossible, I landed in a reality that was a blend of the MCU and the X-Men universe. Mutants, Avengers, and gods walked the same streets as ordinary humans, and I was part of it all now. But the knowledge didn't bring excitement or awe. No, it brought a headache.

Sitting back in the chair, I rubbed my temples, trying to calm the whirl of thoughts. A world where anything was possible, yet I felt more apprehensive than ever. Where should I start? What was my place in a reality full of superheroes and supervillains, gods and monsters? The fact that I could never truly die did little to ease the pressure mounting in my skull.

In a low murmur, I whispered to myself, "At least no stray bullet will cut my journey short." My voice was soft, a small comfort in the face of this overwhelming revelation. If nothing else, I had an eternity ahead of me to figure things out.

And that's when the impulse hit—an urge to test the very thing that made me different now. The immortality. The eternal youth. Sure, I'd read about it in my system, seen the detailed list of abilities that came with it, but I needed to feel it. Was I like Wolverine, with his near-instantaneous healing factor, or was I more like Captain America, with a slower but still impressive ability to recover?

I looked down at my hand, a steady, unaffected thing despite everything that had happened to me. The dull gleam of the pocket knife I had in my back pocket that I hadn't noticed before. Without thinking too much about it, I grasped it and pressed the tip to the skin of my palm.

"Let's see," I murmured, and I drew a shallow cut across my hand.

The pain was a brief, sharp sting, but it was fleeting. Almost immediately, I saw the blood bead up along the wound's edge. But there was something else—something odd. The cut began to close, not in a blur of motion as I expected, but steadily, like water slowly filling up a cup from the tap. In less than a minute, the skin had sealed, leaving no trace of the injury. No scarring, besides the dry blood outlining the cut, even happened.

I stared at my hand, perplexed. There was no pain left, not even the faintest throb. The wound had simply... disappeared.

I looked back at the system's description of my abilities, needing confirmation.

[IMMORTAL WITCHER WITH ETERNAL YOUTH]

ABILITY: You are now endowed with an ageless body with the strength and supernatural abilities of a Witcher. Your body no longer ages and your vitality is unyielding. You are gifted with the enhanced senses, combat prowess, and resilience of a trained monster hunter. The curse of eternal youth grants you the ability to recover from any wound, no matter how severe, and your mind remains sharp across the ages.

"Recover from any wound, no matter how severe," I read aloud.

I paused for a moment, considering what that truly meant. The wound had been small, but the healing had been complete. And now I understood—it wasn't like Wolverine's continuous regeneration or Captain America's more measured healing. My immortality was something else. It was as though time itself didn't have any hold on me anymore, not just aging me or draining my strength, but also not letting me stay wounded for long.

I felt... unbeatable.

The realization spread through me like a quiet flame, reassuring but fierce. I didn't just have eternal youth—I had the ability to heal from everything. No injury could leave a mark. A bullet wouldn't stop me. A monster's claws wouldn't tear me apart at least not for too long.

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Shaking my head, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Immortality. Eternal youth. The power to heal from any wound, no matter how severe. And yet, here I was, realizing that none of it truly mattered in the grand scheme of things. The ceiling of power in this universe was quite literally endless. Gods, mutants, and cosmic entities—what was a single immortal in the middle of all that?

I sighed, sinking deeper into my chair, running my fingers through my hair. Sure, I could dive into the world of heroes and villains, chase after artifacts of immense power, or get involved in whatever interdimensional drama the Avengers were dealing with. But honestly? That didn't appeal to me. The endless pursuit of power, the constant struggle to be the strongest or the most famous, all felt... hollow.

No, that wasn't what I wanted.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to something far more satisfying: the dream.

A beach house. Somewhere remote. A place where I could walk out under the stars, the moonlight glistening on the waves, and not worry about a single thing. Not about enemies, not about power struggles, and certainly not about someone coming to rob my house in the middle of the night. Who would dare? I was immortal. Even if someone did try to rob me, well... let's just say they wouldn't be walking away in one piece.

"Yeah... that's the dream," I muttered to myself with a smile, the vision of it becoming clearer in my mind. Picture it: the soft crash of waves against the shore, the smell of saltwater in the air, the warm sand beneath my feet as I strolled along the beach. Maybe a coconut drink in my hand. Maybe a good book. No rush, no worries. Just me, the ocean, and endless time to savor it.

It was a simple dream, but it was all I needed.

Being filthy rich wouldn't hurt either, of course. But with the Multiversal Gacha my abilities, that would come easily. I could make a fortune off investments, create businesses that lasted for centuries, or just pick up rare treasures on my travels to sell. In a world where time was my ally, the concept of money was as fleeting as a raindrop in the desert. I could make as much as I wanted. I could afford anything.

But the wealth? The power? They were just means to an end. The real goal was peace. Comfort. Freedom from the endless grind of power-hungry heroes and villains. All I needed was a place where I could be at ease.

The universe, with all its chaos, could go on without me. I'd be sitting on my porch, sipping something cold, watching the sunset, and letting the world carry on. And when I felt like having a little fun, I'd step back into the mix—test my limits, maybe stir up a bit of mischief—but always with the knowledge that I could walk away whenever I wanted.

Yeah. That was the dream.

And with my immortality and eternal youth, there was no rush. Time was on my side. I could make it happen—whenever I felt like it. No one could stop me. Not now. Not ever.

A deep breath. I closed my eyes and imagined it again—the perfect life, away from the chaos, away from the endless battle for power. Just me, my beach house, and everything I could ever want.

"Ha... I'll get there eventually," I whispered to myself, smiling at the thought. And with that, I felt a sense of calm settle over me, as if I'd already taken the first step toward that dream.

Waking up to reality, blinking against the dull light streaming through the window. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the silence. Then, slowly, I pushed myself up and looked outside. The sky was deepening into twilight, the sun hanging low on the horizon, a faint orange hue painting the clouds. Night was coming, and with it, a reminder of the mundane—a reminder that, despite everything, I still had to think about where I was going to sleep tonight.

I frowned as I glanced around the library, my temporary refuge. The walls were unremarkable, the furniture cheap and sterile. It was clear I didn't exactly have a permanent place in this world yet. I still had to figure things out, and this library wasn't the dream I had in mind. The beach house, the endless time, the riches—it all felt so far away right now.

Then it hit me. Wait, do I even need to sleep anymore?

I thought back to what I'd read about my abilities. Eternal youth, unyielding vitality, the ability to recover from any wound. All of it made me feel almost... otherworldly. I wasn't exactly human anymore. My body was no longer bound by the rules of biology. So, did I really need rest?

I shifted in my seat, tilting my head as I mulled it over. Perhaps I didn't need sleep in the same way I once did. the expected exhaustion from the day hadn't come, it's almost like I could go on forever without the slightest bit of fatigue. But then again, maybe it I should sleep. Odin, for example, he slept—so maybe it wasn't something I should skip. Maybe there was something more to it than mere exhaustion, something about maintaining a sense of normalcy, a connection to the human side of myself that I couldn't abandon just yet.

"Yeah," I murmured aloud, nodding to myself. "I should sleep.

Still, the question remained: where? I didn't exactly have a home, not yet. Not in this chaotic new world I found myself in. But there was one possibility I hadn't yet explored. The business card Kaycee had given me the other day. I pulled it from my pocket, staring at the sleek, minimalist design. Her name, her number, and her last words to me about "calling her as soon as I got the chance."

I had yet to follow up on it. Something about her presence had struck me as both intriguing and reassuring. She's chill like that right, well maybe it's a bit of a stretch. It wasn't the worst idea to ask if I could crash at her place for the night, right?

I glanced down at the card again, a thoughtful expression crossing my face. She seemed like someone who wouldn't mind helping out, someone who might understand my situation better than most. And honestly, after walking around lost in my own head all day, it might be good to have a conversation with someone other than myself.

What's the worst that could happen? She'd say no? Fine. I'd figure something else out. But if she said yes…

Rising to my feet, I exited the library and located the payphone.

I punched in the number, and stared at it for a moment. This could be the beginning of something—or just a quick sleepover. Either way, I needed a place to sleep tonight.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed the call button and waited, feeling the strange sensation of uncertainty creep up again. This was the world I was now a part of. A world that could be as chaotic and unpredictable as it was exhilarating.

The phone rang, and I waited, wondering if Kaycee would be the one to give me that next step toward figuring out what the hell I was doing here.

"Hello?" Her voice came through, smooth and calm, like nothing in this world could phase her.

"Hey, it's me," I said, feeling a small smile tug at my lips. "I was wondering… if you have a place to crash tonight?"