Zain Powers is thirteen, pissed off, and very suddenly not on Earth anymore.
Not his Earth, anyway.
Dropped into a twisted fusion of the MCU and Ultimate Marvel, Zain’s got one thing going for him: the Celestial Dojo, an unseen system that teaches exactly one thing.
How to fight.
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Zain’s hands moved before his brain did as usual, fingers ghosting over the metal links of his chain like they knew something he didn’t. He’d
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The penthouse spanned the entire crown of the Midtown high-rise. From the outside: steel, glass, modern silence, but the interior spoke a language centuries older.
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Zain woke like somebody snatched the plug on a nightmare—eyes flying open, lungs gasping too fast, body already jerking upright before his ribs screamed at
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His whole side felt like it got hit by a bus. Or maybe a whole damn Metro train. It was just a taxi, though. Just.
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His arm was screaming, straight-up felt like someone was peeling muscle off the bone with a cheese grater. Zain dangled about thirty feet off the
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“Fuck—” He didn’t even get the word all the way out before something in his hand snapped cold through his bones like a jolt, like
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Old heads were always pressed about something. Like—relax. It’s just mahjong. Okay, fine, maybe people in their thirties weren’t that old, but if you were
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The trap smelled like stale blunt smoke, sweat, and bad decisions. It wasn’t a big spot—just a run-down brownstone, sitting on the edge of the
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The first thing that hit was the weight. A sudden blur, a shift in air pressure—then the entire world tilted off its axis entirely. Andrew
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Zain kept his eyes locked on the man’s phone. The guy was too busy talking, one hand waving like he was in the middle of
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Brown eyes flickered open to nothing but dark, the only light at the end of the tunnel coming from directly above him; nothing but a
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He was falling. That fact should’ve hit faster, but his brain was stuck two steps behind, still catching up. One second, he was rolling out
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