Chapter 1: Reincarnation and Gifts.
John stood there, his eyes widening as he took in the surreal scene before him. The mysterious man in the suit, standing next to an enigmatic wheel, seemed to radiate an otherworldly presence. As the man introduced himself as the Agent of Reincarnation, John felt a mix of curiosity and uncertainty coursing through him.
"You, John, have the privilege of a new life," the Agent declared, gesturing towards the imposing wheel. "Your destiny lies within the turns of the Wheel of Reincarnation. Spin it, and let the threads of fate weave your next existence."
With a deep breath, John reached out and spun the wheel. It whirred to life, the symbols and realms blending until it finally settled on the Marvel Cinematic Universe (Minor AU). A smile crept across John's face, his excitement palpable. The prospect of living in his favorite movie verse filled him with a sense of joy.
"Now, for your gifts," the Agent proclaimed, urging John to spin the wheel three more times. The first spin revealed the title "Weapon Master." John's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he envisioned the possibilities that awaited him. The second spin bestowed upon him was "Immense IQ and Luck," a combination that promised extraordinary potential.
The third spin, however, took an unexpected turn. The wheel landed on "Cursed Energy and its Components from the Anime Jujutsu Kaisen." John's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and intrigue playing across his features. The Agent nodded knowingly as if the twist of fate held a deeper purpose.
"Now, John, the price of this reincarnation is your accumulated karma," the Agent intoned solemnly. "To reset the scales, your past deeds and merits are wiped clean. Are you prepared to pay this price?"
John hesitated for a moment, reflecting on the choices he had made in his previous life. With a determined nod, he affirmed, "I am ready."
The Agent raised his hand, fingers poised in a snapping motion. "So be it."
In that split second, the air crackled with energy. The world around John blurred and twisted, reality folding and reshaping itself. As the Agent snapped his fingers, the accumulated karma dissipated, leaving John with a clean slate for his new life.
The last thing John heard before the world faded away was the Agent's voice echoing, "Embrace your new journey, do whatever you want."
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New York, Queens 1992
The opulent halls of the Wick Mansion echoed with the cries of a woman in labor, the air thick with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Zephyr Wick, the patriarch of the family, paced nervously outside the room where his beloved wife, Lara, was giving birth to their first child. The weight of his responsibilities and the danger that lurked outside the walls of their sanctuary pressed heavily on his shoulders.
Inside the delivery room, Lara clutched Zephyr's hand, her eyes reflecting both pain and joy. Sweat glistened on her forehead as she fought through the waves of labor. Zephyr, normally a man of stoic resolve, couldn't conceal the worry etched across his face. He held onto Lara's hand with a grip that spoke volumes about his need for reassurance in the face of uncertainty.
"Lara, my love, you're doing so well," Zephyr whispered, his voice a tender reassurance amidst the chaos of the moment. "Our child will be born into a world filled with challenges, but with you as his mother, he'll know love and strength."
Lara managed a weak smile through her labor pains, her gaze locked onto Zephyr's. "Zephyr, promise me you'll always be there for him, even when the shadows of the world try to pull you away."
Zephyr nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting a promise made from the depths of his heart. "I swear, Lara. No matter what comes our way, I'll be there for both of you. Our family is the most important thing in the world to me."
As the cries of a newborn pierced the air, the room was filled with a profound sense of relief and joy. Zephyr's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he looked down at the tiny, perfect face of their son. The emotions that swirled within him were a tumultuous mix of fear for the dangers that lay ahead and overwhelming love for the new life he held in his arms.
"He's beautiful, Lara," Zephyr whispered, cradling the newborn John Wick in his arms. "Our little fighter, our beacon of hope."
Lara, exhausted yet radiant, nodded in agreement. "Welcome to the world, John. May it be a kinder place for you than it has been for us."
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As John's eyes fluttered open for the first time, he found himself cradled in the colossal hands of two figures. The blurred forms came into focus gradually, and he instinctively assumed them to be his parents. His mother, a vision of beauty, radiated warmth, while his father, with a stern countenance, exuded an air of protectiveness. The world around him was a haze, and the giants holding him seemed like the pillars of his universe.
Unable to comprehend the details of his surroundings, John's newborn senses kicked in. A peculiar energy coursed through his tiny body, a sensation that accompanied every cry that escaped his lips. Confused but intrigued, he attempted to make sense of this newfound force within him.
"Is this what they called 'Cursed Energy'? It feels... different," John mused internally, his newborn mind grappling with the unexplainable. "Every cry, every whimper, it's like a surge of power flowing through me."
His cries seemed to intensify the energy as if the very essence of his emotions held a supernatural force. The weight of this realization settled on his infant consciousness, and a hint of determination flickered in his eyes, even at this tender age.
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The Wick Mansion echoed with the joyous laughter of a five-year-old celebrating his birthday. The air was filled with the warmth of familial love, the colossal walls of the mansion shielding John from the dangers that lurked beyond. Little did he know that this day of celebration would be marred by an unthinkable tragedy.
As John blew out the candles on his birthday cake, his parents beamed with pride, unaware of the impending doom that approached. The joyous atmosphere abruptly shattered as the deafening sound of gunfire echoed through the once-happy halls. The intruders, armed and ruthless, stormed the mansion, mercilessly cutting down any obstacle in their path.
Panic and chaos ensued as bullets tore through the air, leaving devastation in their wake. In the blink of an eye, the figures of his parents fell to the ground, lifeless. The once vibrant celebration transformed into a nightmare, the echo of gunfire replaced by the deafening silence of grief.
Amidst the carnage, a purple hue enveloped John's small form. The Reversed Curse Technique, an ability lying dormant within him, activated instinctively. His body glowed with an otherworldly energy as he healed the wounds inflicted upon him. The expelled bullets clattered to the floor, a surreal testament to the power that now resided within him.
As John woke amidst the wreckage, his innocent eyes scanned the room, landing on the lifeless bodies of the giants he believed to be his parents. The reality of the loss struck him like a physical blow, and his gaze hardened with a mixture of sorrow and rage.
"Why did this happen? What did we do to deserve this?" John whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of grief. The blue aura surrounding him intensified, reflecting the surge of cursed energy that coursed through his veins.
In that moment, a primal rage consumed him. "I'll find whoever did this, and I'll make them pay," John declared, his fists clenched in determination. The mansion, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to the birth of a vengeful force.
The air crackled with the residual energy of tragedy, and as John stood amidst the devastation, his eyes reflected a newfound resolve. The flames of rage fueled the blue aura around him, marking the beginning of a journey that would forever alter the course of his destiny.
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