2 Chapter 1 (Rewritten)
A male of approximately 20 years was sleeping in a shitty apartment.
He was admittedly quite handsome, sporting short-black hair, an impressive physique, and a cut-shaped scar from his brow to his cheek.
The sleeping body seemingly spasmed for a couple moments and then went limp.
An hour passed as the man's eyes shot open and he instantly sat up straight, watching every detail and monitoring the place he was in.
After registering his safety, the man's form visibly slumped as he clutched his forehead muttering, "I should be dead… and this is no hell, only a shitty apartment."
His hand tightened around his forehead as he groaned "Why can't I?... remember anything?"
Suddenly a blue screen appeared as the man's guard instantly went up.
The screen was just floating there as the man was starting to think he's retarded or in some simulation.
After several minutes of nothing happening the man decided to study the screen.
[Fatality system:]
[Welcome Kombatant, to the Fatality system]
[Initializing… please wait]
'What the actual fuck?! Were the flat-earthers correct? Were we living in a simulation?' The man was hella confused, judging by the expression on his face.
[Fatality system:]
[Initializing… body, soul memories mismatched… matching… Please wait]
After seeing the text on the screen change the man wondered, 'Memories???? How the fuck can a body have actual memories? Whose are they?'
/PS: not counting muscle memory/
Suddenly his eyes widened as memories and experiences that were foreign, flooded his mind. It wasn't painful, but a very weird feeling nontheless.
'These are memories of a man named Kuai Liang.' The man muttered, he knew that name - Kuai Liang was a ninja… and one he knew VERY well.
'Wait… Kuai Liang, Sub-zero, Mortal Kombat, Fatality system…'
"Am I in the fucking Mortal Kombat universe?"
"What the actual fuck?!" the man shouted in panic, though it quickly faded as he did some breathing exercises and he was exceptional at them, due to Kuai Liang's experiences.
'Okay… I am okay.' He thought and got out of bed as the screen moved with him.
'I need to find out where I am, what time it is, where is my clan? If it even exists that is' he thought and turned to look at the screen whose text had changed once more.
[Fatality system:]
[Initialization complete! Well done not becoming a vegetable :] ]
[The Fatality system gives you points for finishing opponents with a Fatality or brutality]
[Points are used to purchase enhancements, powers from fiction.]
[Showing Status:]
[STATUS:
Name: Bi-han
Age: 22 years old
Location: Harlem – United StatesUniverse: Marvel Universe
Race: Human/Hanma/Earthrealmer/Mutant
Health: 100%/100%
Mana: 9990/10000
Meter: 3/3 bars
Strength: 20/50 tons (Striking/lifting)
Speed: 5x speed of sound
IQ: 200+
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SKILLS:
[Extraordinary martial arts mastery]
[Cold immunity]
[Cryomancy – planet+]
[Cryo-teleportation]
[Ice clone]
[Ice-shaping]
[Organic Ice-body]
[Telepathy immunity]
[Mid-regeneration]
[Hanma physiology]
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INVENTORY:
[Sub-zero's battle armor] ]
The ironically named, Bi-han read through the system panel, he was happy until he saw the vegetable and universe part…
"Okay… time to panic" he muttered as he started hyperventilating, he wasn't planning on dying again... and in Marvel a simple fucking virus can destroy your universe.
....
[6 HOURS LATER:]
Bi-han had come to terms with his strange situation.
He was now standing next to a table with three pieces of paper and a laptop.
He was doing research for the past 3 hours, to get his place in the rough timeline and find the right places he required, to plan accordingly.
After googling the names of relevant heroes, he found out that the battle of Harlem would happen i 1-2 days.
He had also realized his body was a rough combination of Sub-zero, (Kuai Liang) Baki Hanma and Iceman. (Robert Louis "Bobby" Drake) To which he made 3 plans according to his strengths and circumstances.
[FIRST PLAN:
Codename: "I'm chill like that"
Explanation: you stay silent and work a regular job
Pros:
1) You can be silent and lazy
2) Your (future) family will be safe
Cons:
1) You're weak
2) Thanos will do his thing, so you're most likely fucked
3) literally ANY Marvel villain will do their thing, so you're most likely fucked in some shape or form]
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[SECOND PLAN:
Codename: "The popsicle Avenger"
Pros:
1) You become a celebrity and the hero of Earth
2) You can befriend all of the Avengers and use S.H.I.E.L.D
3) Plot armour.
Cons:
1) An 80% chance of dying for character development or dramatic effect.]
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[THIRD PLAN:
Codename: "You're either HIM or DEAD"
Pros:
1) Chance of becoming 'that guy of the Marvel universe'
2) You can do whatever your heart desires
Cons:
1) A 99% chance of dying ]
Bi-han read over the 3 plans and thought in nostalgia, in his past life he was regular man drafted into the army, after finishing his mandatory service he continued serving his country and trying to better himself...
but even after all that, even in the small scheme of things he was completely irrelevant... did someone even visit his grave?
"This is it. I'm done being a nobody. " Bi-han spoke aloud and retrieved a fourth piece of paper – the fourth plan, which combined the best aspects of the 3. After that he dismissed the depressing thoughts.
Bi-han took a deep breath as a military vehicle drove by outside.
Bi-han grinned as he equipped his armor and left his apartment, the papers laying on the table:
[THIRD PLAN:
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Step 1: get the super-soldier serum.]
