1 I am an idiot

Welp. It's official, I'm just a dancing monkey for the the gods' entertainment.

It's been 3 weeks since I woke up in Cancun. With a passed out bimbo next to me, and a horrible hangover.

Hi, my name is Jeremy Morgan, and I'm a reincarnator.

'Hi Jeremy'

I spent the next few days coming to grips with my new reality. I was a student again, fuck my life, at NYU, studying finance. The only reason I was off my tits on booze, weed and coke was because my parents are filthy stinking rich.

Yep, mom and mum are still alive and kicking. Yep I'm adopted. No I really don't give a shit who my real parents are or were.

None of the Disney orphan nonsense going on here. Mom worked at J.P Morgan, as a senior fund manager. No we did not own the damn bank, but sure as hell walked like we did.

Mum was/is English. From Mayfair London. She is an outright investor. Works for like 5 hours a week, and just rakes in the cash. Spends all her free time baking, cooking and being a cheerful ray of sunshine in this shithole we all live in.

I also had two dogs, courtesy of mum. They are Rambo and Merlin. Life was pretty good. Right up until I found out where the fuck I ended up.

Marvel. I don't know which iteration and I really don't care. Just happy it's not WH40k.

Step one remember as much as possible.

Step two, write it the fuck down.

Step three, find the fastest way to gain personal power.

Step four, have fuck you amounts of money. My parents are rich. I'm broke.

I've come across transmigration novels and works previously. Mostly anime and fanfics. I was not exactly a consumer of said media. I'd read or watch whatever when I had some downtime, but I was mostly working as a Chief Maintenance Officer for an airport or hitting the gym for gains.

I recall there being a trope of cheats or some shit like that. Honestly I really don't care if I have something like that or not. I just need to take one day at a time.

I also need to make several algorithms to trade stocks, futures and currencies. The year is 1990. Shit is about to get very interested. Y2K is supposed to happen, it is guaranteed some third-rate cunt will try to weaponize it. I need to ensure my parents or my dogs are nowhere near danger when that happens.

When, not if. It's marvel. Some cunt somewhere is going to do stupid shit.

Case in point, Tony Stark. He's high as fuck. Doing body shots off of girls' cleavage. Like seriously dude, did she even shower? Whose dick did she dry off with those tits? Are you sure the white substance is sunscreen and not jizz?

I was happy to just drink and get blowjobs. Just pay for her nose candy and she's good to go.

Anyway, I left Cancun that Saturday. I had classes on Monday.

Two weeks of existential crises later, brings us to today.

A letter was sent to my dorm room. Not in the dorm's mailbox, but in my room, under the door. It was thick cappuccino coloured paper. Like the pretentious stationary my nan (British term for grandmother) would send us on Christmas. She's such a sweetheart. Gramps not to much, he's Scottish.

It read as follows.

To: Mr. Jeremy Morgan

Room 1123

40 East Seventh Street

New York

New York

10003

Dear Mr. Morgan,

We are pleased to inform you of your selection to be reincarnated and your role as "Lucifers dancing monkey."

You will be given a rewards list, based on your performance so far. Reward(s) will be selected at random from the list.

Please ensure you are in a secure environment with no possibility of distraction for next 30 minutes.

Yours Sincerely

Ariel.

What the fuck? Did I just get the equivalent of a Hogwarts letter?

"THAT'S SO COOL!!!!!"

I completely deny jumping around and squealing like a child.

A knock on the door brought me out of my state of euphoria. I hid the letter properly under my textbooks and opened the door. It was just the dude down the hall wondering is everything was ok.

I just made something up about a relative having a baby and me being an uncle. I pull open the middle left hand drawer and gave him a cigar. He was only too happy to take it, and fuck right off. Good lad.

I closed the door. Locked it. Put a towel under the door. Covered the smoke alarm. Opened the window a touch. Closed the blinds.

And continued to read the letter. There was a list of things on the back of the letter. It was illegible. In a flash, the letter turned into smoke and glowing letters in the air. Very Tom Marvolo Riddle.

There were only 5 rewards to choose from.

Haki

Satanic Grimoire

Chakra

System

Divine blessing

The options were then jumbled and and spun around in a ball for a few moments. After which I was given…

A system.

Well that's just great. Now I'm just like all those losers I read about. You know what fuck you!

I am not building a harem.

I am not joining the avengers of shield or any of that bullshit.

I am not going to make a company and get really really rich.

…ok I will do that bit.

But I'm going the fuck away from New York. It smells like a toilet anyway.