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And now, right in front of his eyes, glowing text appeared in a blue pannel:
[The Interdinsional Adventure app is online]
[Player may now register]
"Huh…?" Luke blinked. The interface that unfolded looked exactly like the one he had designed—down to the color sche, the button shapes, even the little animation he'd made for the opening nu.
"Na: Luke Haken."
"Gender: Male."
For a brief mont, Luke's eyes lingered on the gender field. If I entered 'Female,' would it actually change my body? The thought sparked a flicker of curiosity—this app clearly had power—but he wasn't in the mood to test sothing that extre. This wasn't the ti for risky experints.
"Age: 24."
Next was the class selection. In his ga's original design, this part would pop up with a neatly organized nu of options—Sword Master, Mage, Alchemy, Archery—each with preset stat distributions.
The player's choice would determine how their character's body was built in-ga, providing the appropriate physical abilities from the start, with the race set to human by default.
But here, there was no neat nu. Just a blank field. No restrictions. Does that an I can type whatever I want?
The thought made him pause. If this really worked, then this single choice could set the foundation for his entire survival in the Marvel universe.
His first attempt was bold. "Cosmic Being." In Marvel lore, higher-dinsional entities and ancient powers all seed to draw on cosmic energy. If he could tap into that from the start, it would be an incredible advantage.
But almost instantly, a notification popped up:
[Class request denied – exceeds starting paraters.]
Yeah… I figured as much. No harm in trying, though.
He leaned back against the cold brick wall, thinking carefully. This was his one shot to grab sothing strong early on. In his ga's design, there had been one overpowered hybrid class he had made just for fun—sothing he thought would be great for a protagonist: "Combat Mage."
It had absurd versatility even at the beginner stage—solid physical combat ability combined with magical offense and utility. In his ga's balance notes, it was a class that could snowball quickly if played right.
So, he typed it in.
[Class accepted: Combat Mage.]
[Character customization completed.]
[Recreating physical body…]
Before he could react, his feet lifted off the ground. His entire body began to float, as if unseen hands were holding him in place. A faint blue glow wrapped around him, brightening until it almost obscured his outline. The cold wind in the alley seed to vanish, replaced by a strange, weightless sensation.
Then the transformation began.
Luke's worn-out, dirt-stained clothes started to dissolve into faint blue particles, drifting away like ash caught in the wind. In their place, a long black coat materialized, its fabric looking both light and durable.
Beneath it, a crisp white shirt took shape, neatly fitted against his fra. Black, skin-tight pants followed, tucked cleanly into a pair of jet-black boots polished to a faint sheen.
A pair of black gloves ford over his hands, each marked with a small pentagram design on the back—subtle, but carrying a certain weight to it. The symbols faintly shimred as though they weren't just decoration.
His body changed too. The gri in his hair vanished, the strands straightening into a neat, natural brown. His face didn't beco impossibly handso like in so wish-fulfillnt fantasy, but the rough, worn-out look was gone.
His features sharpened slightly, his skin cleared, and his eyes looked brighter—he now appeared like soone who took care of himself, not a man scraping by in an alley.
The beggar was gone. What remained was soone who could pass for a professional—if you ignored the faint, otherworldly air around him.
"Holy—! Even the costu is exactly the sa," Luke thought, glancing down at his hands. The gloves weren't just for style. In his ga's original design, they were catalysts—similar to wands in fantasy stories—but worn on the hands so they could channel and amplify magic instantly without needing to be held. Practical, fast, and versatile.
A new notification appeared in his vision:
[Skill Tree Unlocked]
[Skill Points: 5]
A branching diagram unfolded in front of him, faintly glowing. Four main paths radiated outward from the center—Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind. Each one had a series of nodes representing skills, the early ones dim while the higher-tier ones were locked entirely.
Luke didn't even hesitate. He rembered his own ga design well enough to know that, at the start, Fire was the only elent with decent offensive skills. The others were almost useless in combat early on—more for utility and defense until upgraded.
He dumped all five points straight into Fire.
The system responded instantly:
[Basic Martial Arts Unlocked] – Improves unard combat efficiency, enabling smoother integration with elental attacks.
[Fire Fist Unlocked] – Envelops the fist in flas, increasing striking power and causing burn damage.
[Fireball Unlocked] – Condenses fire into a projectile. Effective for mid-range combat.
[Fire Kick Unlocked] – Channels fire into a swift, high-impact kick.
[Fla Sweep Unlocked] – A low sweeping attack with a burst of flas, effective against multiple enemies in close range.
[Heat Burst Unlocked] – Briefly releases an intense wave of heat in all directions, pushing back enemies within a short radius.
[Blazing Dash Unlocked] – Uses a burst of fire underfoot to propel the body forward quickly, useful for both closing gaps and dodging.
Seven skills in total, and every one of them was sothing he'd once programd into his ga for a "balanced but aggressive" playstyle.
Luke focused on the thought of status, and just like in the ga, a translucent blue window slid into view.
[Class: Combat Mage]
[Level: 1]
[HP: 120 / 120]
[MP: 150 / 150]
[Stamina: 100 / 100]
[Strength: 10]
[Agility: 12]
[Endurance: 10]
[Intelligence: 16]
[Wisdom: 14]
[Luck: 7]
[Skills: Basic Martial Arts, Fire Fist, Fireball, Fire Kick, Fla Sweep, Heat Burst, Blazing Dash]
[Equipnt: Arcane Catalyst Gloves (Basic), Combat Mage Coat (Basic), Mage's Boots (Basic)]
Luke studied the numbers, quickly realizing the balance. Strength and Agility weren't too bad, but his highest stats were Intelligence and Wisdom—perfect for magic use. His Luck was… well, depressing, but at least the system didn't make him start with a crippled stat sowhere important.
In the ga's original design, there had been two main ways to level up: the straightforward thod—fighting monsters and defeating enemies—or the more unpredictable one—exploring other worlds.
The second thod worked like this: in a newly discovered world, you could collect rare, special items and offer them as a sacrifice to the mysterious god who had supposedly granted the player their powers.
Luke had coded it that way for lore flavor, but now… in this situation… he wasn't sure if that "god" was even real.
A faint chi pulled his attention back to the interface.
[Exploration Tab – Available]
[Otherworldly Exploration: Ready]
[Cooldown: 30 days after each use]
His heart skipped slightly. The feature looked exactly like it had in his ga—press it, and you'd be transported to another world entirely.
That world could be anything: peaceful, hostile, or downright nightmarish. In the ga, it had been a set of gamble for five random worlds he designed… and in reality, the risks would be far greater.
Luke hesitated. Pressing that button ant walking into the unknown. No safety net, no guarantee he could even survive the first few minutes. But then he thought about where he currently was—the Marvel universe.
A place where a certain purple Titan was, at this very mont, preparing to "balance" the universe by wiping out half of all life. Not to ntion alien invasions, killer robots, sorcerers, and a dozen other threats lurking in the future.
Staying weak here was basically the sa as signing his own death warrant.
He exhaled. "Alright… risk it is."
His finger hovered over the glowing button.
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