Marvel: My Genius Is Almost Frightening!

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"I WILL NOT SURRENDER! ROAR! THROUGHOUT HEAVEN AND EARTH, I ALONE AM THE HONORED ONE! RAAWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The woman's voice tore through the air, shaking the ground beneath her as if the entire universe had been caught in her rage. Her long, blazing red hair—if you could call it hair—wasn't even hair at all.

It was pure, raging flames. These weren't just ordinary flames either; they were the kind that could incinerate existence itself into nothing but ash and regret.

Yet, there she stood, yelling defiantly even as countless spears pierced her body. These weren't just any spears; they were draining her power, leeching the very essence of her being.

And despite all that, she had the kind of face that made you want to punch it. No exaggeration.

Just picture that one Karen you've met—the one who wouldn't let you sell lemonade as a kid because she was "concerned about hygiene" but then bought a burger from a sketchy food truck.

Or maybe the family Karen who always loved comparing you to her overachieving, walking calculator of a son.

Yeah, that's her face. Completely punchable.

She jabbed a trembling finger at the man standing before her, her entire body quaking with a volatile mix of fear and anger. Her eyes burned with fury, but the underlying panic in them betrayed her bravado.

The man she was pointing at? He had long black hair, like midnight itself had decided to take residence on his head. His golden eyes glowed with a brilliance that felt... unearthly.

Not in that over-the-top, exaggerated way where people describe someone's features like they're a porcelain doll come to life or something absurd like that.

No, his eyes genuinely looked like they didn't belong on a regular human face.

It wasn't about the cliché descriptions either.

This wasn't some generic xianxia nonsense where they go,

"Oh, look at this jade beauty! She has skin as white as snow, which makes her Cumskin now! And look! Her bosoms are as big as mountains, and so is her ass!"." None of that ridiculousness here.

This guy's golden eyes just had a presence about them. It was as if they saw through everything—not just human secrets but the very mysteries of omnipotency itself,

Like he could casually solve the theory of everything while sipping tea and maybe, just maybe, figure out why socks disappear in the laundry.

The flames around the woman flickered wildly, caught between feeding her rage and being drained by the relentless assault of the spears.

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling as she shouted, "You think you can stand before me? You think you're worthy to even look at me?!"

The man didn't respond. He didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. His golden eyes simply stared at her, quiet and calm, yet carrying an overwhelming weight.

The kind of weight that made you feel like everything you were about to say was pointless.

And for a moment, even the flames around her seemed to hesitate, flickering lower as if unsure whether they should continue burning or just give up entirely.

"Bitch Force. This is why I don't like you," Octavian said, his tone as casual as if he were critiquing a toy he found boring rather than dealing with one of the most powerful entities in the Marvel omniverse.

His expression matched the tone—relaxed, indifferent, like he had nothing better to do than mess around with this so-called unstoppable force.

BITCH FORCE!

Ahem, excuse me. I mean Phoenix Force.

To be fair, to Octavian, she might as well be just another toy. A shiny, powerful toy, sure—but one he knew he'd eventually get bored with. Right now, though?

Oh, this was peak entertainment. All his little toys had banded together to fight him, hoping to overcome their shared fate. It was adorable, really.

A grand finale for these temporary playthings before they'd be replaced by the omnipotent golden figure up in the sky, lazily writing their stories like a child scribbling in a coloring book.

Before the Phoenix Force could even process his insult, Octavian moved.

In an instant, he grabbed her by the neck, hoisting her up effortlessly, then slammed her into the ground with the kind of force you'd use to crack a walnut.

The result? A sickening crunch that resonated through the battlefield.

CRACK!

One hundred twenty-three of her bones shattered at once.

"Yep, there go 123 bones," Octavian thought to himself, a smug grin tugging at his lips. He paused, sensing the inevitable question forming in the minds of his audience.

With a casual turn, he broke the fourth wall entirely, gazing at the readers like he was born to do it.

"How do I know that? You're wondering how I know exactly how many bones just broke, huh?" His angelic smile widened, so innocent it could fool a saint, yet so smug it could irritate a god.

"I'm the one who broke them, silly."

He delivered the line with the kind of nonchalant flair that suggested breaking the bones of an almost omnipotent being wasn't a monumental feat—it was just another Tuesday for him.

"I WILL HATE YOU TO THE END OF THE EXISTENCE" BITCH FORCE YELLED.

Octavian didn't bother hiding his disdain as he moved. He raised his leg and delivered a swift kick to the Phoenix Force's face.

"I—" Smack! He didn't stop, his foot connecting with her again.

"Don't—" Smack!

Another kick, delivered with an almost rhythmic precision.

"Give—" Smack!

"A—" Smack!

"Shit—" Smack!

With the final blow, the Phoenix Force crumpled slightly, letting out a choked gasp before spewing a stream of blood onto the ground—and unfortunately, onto Octavian's brand-new, limited-edition shoes.

"Puff!" Octavian stopped in his tracks, staring down at the ruined footwear with a mix of disbelief and exasperation. His thoughts raced.

'Of all things, this bitch force had to vomit her inferior monkey blood on my shoes. My limited-edition shoes. Truly, the most annoying day ever.'

He sighed, the frustration building.

'Do you know how hard it was to get these? They're made from Galactus's skin, for crying out loud! And now I'll have to find another wild Galactus to skin alive.'

'As if that's something you can casually do. It's not like I'm in some Pokémon game where I can just walk through a jungle and suddenly see—'

{A Wild Galactus Has Appeared}

Octavian's mind scoffed at the absurdity of the idea. Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen.

For a moment, he simply stood there, staring at the mess with a resigned expression, contemplating whether this fight was even worth the hassle of replacing his shoes.

From his vantage point high above the battlefield, Octavian exuded an aura of absolute superiority, the kind that made it clear he viewed the entire scene below as nothing more than a mild amusement.

'Well, if I want to, anything can happen,' he mused, his thoughts dripping with arrogance as his golden eyes surveyed the chaos below.

The battlefield was a swirling maelstrom of powerhouses—Beyonders, Scarlet Witches, Doctor Doom, and other so-called omnipotent beings locked in a brutal war. These were the very toys Octavian had referenced earlier.

The rebellious ones, foolish enough to think they could challenge him.

Fools, he thought, a smirk playing on his lips.

'They have eyes but cannot see Mount Tai standing before them. Did they really think they had a chance against me? '

The notion was so absurd that Octavian almost pitied them. Almost.

Below, the toys were doing precisely what Octavian wanted—entertaining him. The rebellious ones clashed violently with those who remained obedient, loyal sycophants eager to curry favor by stomping out the resistance.

The battlefield was drenched in blood and lit with bursts of cosmic power, each explosion bringing a flicker of amusement to Octavian's otherwise detached expression.

"You might be wondering what's happening, right?" Octavian muttered, addressing the unseen audience.

He didn't bother looking directly at them, his gaze fixed on the battlefield where a rebellious Scarlet Witch was just skewered by an obedient Beyonder.

Then, with a sudden shift, his golden eyes snapped toward the readers, their unnerving gleam sharp enough to pierce through screens.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain," he said, his tone casual yet dripping with condescension.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he added, "For those inferior monkeys down there, anyway."

He tilted his head, his smirk growing wider, almost menacing. "All you need to know is… My genius is almost frightening."

With that, he nonchalantly tore through the fabric of space and time, his hand emerging with a book that seemed impossibly familiar—it was the novel itself.

Without a care, Octavian began flipping through its pages, a whimsical look on his face as he scrolled back toward the beginning.

"You guys are too far into the chapters," he remarked, his voice carrying the same nonchalance one might have while reorganizing a bookshelf. At last, he stopped on the first chapter and held it up.

"Start from this one," he declared, his voice brimming with smug satisfaction. Then, with a flick of his wrist, reality warped.

The novel regressed—author knows how many chapters—and the readers found themselves hurled back to where it all began: Chapter One.

As the world around them settled, Octavian's laughter echoed faintly, the only lingering trace of his overwhelming arrogance. Truly, the man's genius was frighteningly undeniable.

And Mind you bro was not even a adult yet. 

Chapter: 1

A man's sperm cells surged forward, countless tiny racers on a singular mission: to reach the womb and claim their prize of life. Yet, amid the chaotic sprint, one peculiar sperm suddenly gained self-awareness.

"Huh... so this is the way to the womb?" it thought, somehow observing the swirling chaos of its companions and the oddly tunnel-like racetrack, despite lacking eyes or even a face to show any semblance of expression.

Oddly enough, it didn't seem alarmed by its newfound consciousness.

If anything, it was eerily calm, carrying an air of superiority as though it knew it was better than its fellow sperm.

And how did it already understand language? Well, let's just say that during its brief stay in its previous home, it managed to absorb linguistic comprehension within an impressive 1.2 seconds. Clearly, this wasn't your average sperm.

First-Person POV

What is this strange energy I'm sensing? I wondered, racing through the passage at top speed. I wasn't in first place—not yet—but something far more interesting occupied my thoughts.

This peculiar energy was radiating from me, from the walls around me, from everything in this tiny universe.

What is it?

Can I weaponize it?

Hmm… intriguing.

I slowed down for a moment to focus on the sensation, even though I could sense my filthy monkey brethren laughing at me for falling behind. But honestly? I couldn't care less.

Let's use this energy…

Concentrating, I began gathering the energy around me, pulling it into myself.

It wasn't hard to figure out—it just felt natural, as though this energy was mine to control all along.

Based on the calculations I ran in my head, this was likely the essence of life itself, the very force that united and sustained all living things.

How did I know that? Well, I formulated approximately 87,097,648,300 theories in the span of a millisecond and narrowed it down from there. According to my calculations, it had to be life energy.

Now the real question:

Can I weaponize it?

If life energy holds a body together, keeping atoms in place and functioning, could I manipulate it to alter the structure of atoms themselves? The possibilities were endless.

Let's test this.

Focusing intently, I began shaping the energy, visualizing it as strings—small, precise threads of power.

My calculations suggested that if I could control these strings, I could rewrite the very building blocks of matter itself.

This was going to be fun.

And soon, within the depths of my liquid form, a thread of black life energy began to take shape.

Black, though? Why black? Did it have something to do with the future skin color I'd inherit? Damn, I didn't want to end up oppressed—history books make it clear that's a raw deal.

Looks like I might need to undergo some "dechiggafication" if that's the case.

According to my calculations, Cumskin would be more advantageous in a primitive society, but otherwise? Nah, Cosmic skin is where it's at. Majestic, radiant—fits my vibe.

(Author's Note: "Chigga" is his equivalent of the N-word.9Btw I am Not A Racist )

Anyway, back to the black thread chilling inside my liquid self. "What should I do with this now?" I mused, inspecting my creation. Life energy, molded into a tangible form, flowing within my spermatic goo.

From what I gathered—and remember, I'm smarter than any of my monkey kin—this should've been impossible. But not for me.

Nope, I'm built different.

Deciding to test it, I released the thread and hurled it toward one of the sperm that dared to race ahead of me. As soon as the thread struck, its atoms—every last one—transferred to me. Along with its energy.

Interesting.

Fascinating, even.

This opened up possibilities.

From that point, I went on an absolute rampage, annihilating dozens of my kin as I blazed toward the womb like some sperm-sized dragon god. Threads flying, atoms and energy getting absorbed left and right, I was unstoppable.

And yes, I was late. Some other wannabe had already reached the womb first, taking my spot.

But did I panic? Nah. Cool as a cucumber, I slipped inside, sought out that pretender, and unalived them. I mean, I don't have hands right now, but the energy thread did the job just fine.

By this point, thanks to my sperm massacre, I had grown far larger than your average sperm.

My size? Massive. My dominance? Unquestionable. But who cares about size when power is what truly matters?

As I lingered in the center of the egg, soaking in my victory for a whole second—an eternity in sperm time—I had a thought. A devilish thought.

What if I absorb the life energy and atoms from the womb as well?

😈

With a smile so angelic it could fool even the gods, I started crafting more threads of life energy.

Hundreds of them. Thousands. And with precision only I could manage, I sent them burrowing into the walls of the womb and deep into the flesh of whoever was carrying me.

Let's just say, things were about to get interesting.

And without a moment's hesitation, life energy and atoms—basically chunks of flesh—began surging toward me from every corner of the fleshy vessel that housed me.

Like a divine vacuum cleaner, I absorbed them all, bending their essence to my will as I set about rearranging the atoms into what would become my body.

Surprisingly, I nailed it on the first try.

Lol, imagine needing more than one attempt to rearrange atoms stolen from your mom to form your perfect body. Can't relate.

Within seconds, I had grown so large that I was pressing up against the womb's fleshy walls. But did those pathetic barriers stop me? Of course not. I am unstoppable. With a primal roar that would put even dragons to shame, I broke through them, tearing my way out like the deity I am.

Freedom!

However, what I didn't expect was to be greeted by…this.

Standing there was a fat man, his pants shamefully failing to contain what could only be described as the smallest dick I'd ever seen. By no stretch of imagination or mercy could this creature be considered civilized.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Yep, a full-on barbarian. I mean, who screams like that when a baby—scratch that, a godlike entity—is making its dramatic entrance into the world? Weirdo.

But I'm a magnanimous being, so I decided to extend some civility despite his obvious shortcomings.

"Hello," I said, waving my hand in an almost regal gesture.

(Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first time writing a novel, so go easy on me. Just a heads-up—this MC is gonna be absolutely terrifying, like really frighteningly smart. I've always hated how so-called 'genius' MCs in other stories turn out to be average at best.

Like, WHO TAKES 20 YEARS to become an archmage when they're supposed to be the most unparalleled talent in existence? My MC isn't like that. He's exactly what I'm promising you: a terrifyingly genius character.

Let's break it down. In the span of 4 seconds, bro comprehended life energy, weaponized it, massacred his entire clan Itachi-style before they were even born, skipped 18 years of boring childhood by rearranging atoms to create his own adult body, and popped out ready to rule the world.

And get this—he's not even accessing 1% of his true intellect because of his inferior body. Just imagine what's coming next.