Johan's fingers tightened around Marble, the AI orb humming softly in his palm like a purring cat. His other hand tapped the desk—once, twice—before he mentally prodded the system again.
Johan (mental): Hey. What were the other two gifts? The ones I didn't pick.
The system's text glitched, as if annoyed:
Then—a fourth, hidden entry flickered:
[ GOD'S TIP: ]"PS: If you'd picked an anime world, your daily spins would've had 2x better odds. Too bad! But here's a consolation prize—- Scrap unwanted abilities for System Points- Complete quests for bonus rolls- Try not to die ♡"
Johan's eye twitched.
The system's text glitched again, revealing another hidden line:
[ BONUS REWARD: 2x ANIME SPIN TOKENS ]
"Since you're stuck in Marvel (cough* my bad cough), here's two free spins from any anime world's ability pool. No take-backsies!"*
Johan's pulse spiked. Fuck yes.
Marble vibrated excitedly in his pocket:
"Probability analysis suggests: 68% chance of obtaining overpowered abilities. 31% chance of catastrophic side effects. 1% chance of—"
"Hush," Johan thought, already imagining:
Gojo's Limitless
Aizen's hypnosis
Even fucking One For All—
Then—the third reward appeared.
A digital clock materialized in Johan's vision:
[ REWARD #3: TIME-LOCKED GIFT ]
"72:00:00 until arrival. No peeking!"
Under it, God's scribbled note:
"P.S. I'll say 'you're welcome' in advance for this one. So don't bother thanking me later. ;)"
Johan's grin turned feral.
This bastard's toying with me.
Marble chimed in:
"Host's serotonin levels elevated. Warning: Anticipating divine gifts may cause—"
"Marble. Shut. Up."
Johan exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around Marble. Time to gamble.
First Spin (JJK World):
The system's wheel exploded into a whirl of cursed symbols—shikigami, domains, black flash trails. It landed with a bone-deep shudder:
[ REWARD: "TEN SHADOWS TECHNIQUE" (UNTAIMED) ]
*- Summon the 10 Divine Generals (including Mahoraga)*
*- Warning: Untamed Mahoraga = 93% chance of friendly fire, please tame before using in a big fight*
- "Good luck not dying ♡" - God
Johan's jaw clenched. Not the best for Marvel, but... A shadow pooled at his feet, Megumi's demon dog forming just beneath the surface—loyal, for now.
Johan slumped in his chair, rubbing his temples as he sifted through his borrowed body's memories.
Wait—what?
Fragments flashed:
Emma laughing at his shitty science project.
Him sneaking her notes when she "forgot" them.
A pinkie promise under the bleachers ("Secrets stay here").
Since when were we friends?!
Across the room, Emma stiffened mid-stride. Her telepathy—weaker but still sharp—had just skimmed the surface of Johan's panic.
And worse—her own memories answered.
Him. Always him. The only one who didn't look at her like a Frost heiress.
Her nails bit into her palms. This timeline is rigged.
The bell rang. Johan bolted, but Emma intercepted him at the bike racks, her smile too perfect.
Emma: "You blanked hard in class. New meds?"
Johan (forced grin): "Just tired. Big junkyard project."
A lie. But the Truth Echo didn't trigger—because she already knew.
Emma (tilting head): "The one by the lake? Dad's lawyers say it's full of asbestos."
Johan (shrugging): "I like living dangerously."
A black limo pulled up. Emma's chauffeur coughed.
Emma (lingering): "Text me when you're done not dying."
She slid into the car, but not before Johan caught her glancing at the junkyard's direction in the rearview mirror.
Game on.
The abandoned building loomed, its windows shattered like eyes watching. Johan triggered Tech Surfer, his consciousness splitting:
Physical Body: Scouted the perimeter.
Tech Body: Marble hijacked a rusted security camera, feeding him footage of—
Emma's limo.
Parked a mile away. Empty.
"Host," Marble whispered. "Thermal scan shows one heat signature inside the junkyard. Human. Female."
Johan's stomach dropped.
Who is here? Is it a trap?
Then—a giggle from the shadows.
Not a trap.
Kitty Pryde, phased halfway through a fridge, waved.
"You're late today"
Johan lobbed a rusted spring at Kitty. "Hands off my future empire, Pryde."
She phased through it, grinning. "Wow. Trash empire. Inspiring."
But her smile faltered as his shadow rippled—just for a second—like something alive had passed beneath it.
Weird.
And that smell. Like burnt copper and wet dog. Not Johan's usual "I forgot deodorant" stink.
Kitty bit her tongue.
She'd seen this before—with Rogue last year, when her powers first manifested. The way she'd flinched from touch, how the grass died where she stepped.
If he's mutating, he'll tell me when he's ready.
"So," she said instead, kicking a hubcap toward him. "Still failing chem?"
Johan's shoulders relaxed. "Bold words from someone who literally walks through walls to avoid pop quizzes."
They bickered until sunset, the unsaid thing hanging between them like a third friend.
Emma pov -:
From her parked limo, Emma watched them part ways, her diamond-tipped fingernail tapping the window.
Pathetic.
Kitty's loyalty was a leash, and Johan's lies were transparent. But the real problem?
That shadow-beast she'd glimpsed. Not a mutant power. Something... older.
Her phone buzzed—a text from an unknown number
Unknown: 72 hours. Don't be there when he arrives.
She scoffed, thumb hovering over Delete—
—when suddenly, the screen flared emerald green.
A single, pulsing letter burned into her retinas:
G
Then, just as fast, it vanished. Her wallpaper—a frost-kissed rose—returned to normal.
God. Or a game.
Either way, she'd play to win.