章 1: Transmigrant Andrew
The neon glow of a modern city looks much more lively than daylight under the inky blue of the night.
The golden figure fell diagonally from the top of the skyscraper, like lightning, but straighter than lightning, like a meteor, but smaller than a meteor, past billboards and giant screens hanging in the air at a height of a hundred meters, and landed heavily on the roof of a five-star hotel with a low ceiling.
"Ay, ay, ay!"
The owner of the figure in the center only groaned a few times, his body and clothes were not affected, and he slowly stood up with a silver sword in his right hand.
Under the cold, frosty night breeze, the dust dispersed, revealing a pair of dark, bright eyes.
With a round shield on his back and a long sword in his hand.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he looked down at his current attire.
The outer garment was a small, tight-fitting suit of red and gold battle armor, bare from neck to shoulders, with a bulge on the chest that was clearly intended for a certain area.
A dark blue skirt is attached to the armor of the upper body from below, revealing more than the most fashionable hot pants, and forming an absolute field with gold overlays on the knees.
On the left and right hands - a pair of silver bracelets on the wrist, and if you add to this a silver crown-a star on the forehead....
This is such a sexy outfit that even the best models would be ashamed to put on, pulling the thin fabric hem with their hands.
And the person who was wearing it now was undoubtedly a man, with a "handle"!
"What the hell am I doing?"
In the morning, he was an ordinary schoolboy who believed that all supernatural and supernatural things had nothing to do with him.
He didn't know yet that he was now the embodiment of the supernatural!
No one waited for Andrew to recover.
Click-click-click!
A loud hum reached his ears as the air trembled a hundred meters above the city, and a police helicopter approached him, passing in a huge beam of bright light.
The gusts of wind from the helicopter rotors made her feel cold in her crotch, and she subconsciously tried to lower her skirt.
But it was too much to worry about!
If a helicopter had captured him on camera, he could have changed a city or even a planet in one night!
"Damn it!"
Andrew gritted his teeth and raised his antique sword without looking at the trembling ground, and with a sharp kick with his toe, his strength was not controlled properly, and the roof of the inn under him shattered!
An instant before the illuminating beam fell on him, Andrew jumped into the air again and rushed to another building a few dozen meters away from him!
...
The reason for this scene started half a day ago.
...
Twelve hours ago.
Downtown Washington, USA, in a residential area near Center Street.
Andrew yawned, getting out of bed, and faintly heard the words of the TV presenter in the living room, outside the door.
"The time in Washington is 7 a.m., the weather is cloudy and slightly snowy today, the temperature outside is from 5 to 3 °C. We advise you to take snow jackets and rain clothes with you when you go outside....".
Andrew tapped on the electronic alarm clock, which was about to ring, and looked at the time, which was set at 07:00 on December 21, 2011.
Another year of Christmas was approaching.
"Time flies."
Andrew sighs, finds his slippers on the blanket near the bed, changes into a winter school suit in the wardrobe and leaves the room.
He left the room.
Opening the door, Andrew called from the living room: "Good morning, Aunt!".
His greeting went unanswered.
Outside the living room.
The cold morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling balcony window with the curtains drawn, and the already monotonous pale floor looked like a sea floe. On the TV, the morning news on the local channel continued to go on, and on the other side, on a clean, modern dining table, there was already a breakfast of the usual trio - milk, eggs and toast.
The faint scent of violets lingers in the cold, stagnant air of the living room, but there is no sign of its source.
"Out so early."
Andrew muttered, not paying attention, and turned into the bathing room located next to the room.
There weren't many items in the shower room, but there was a full set of washcloths, mouthwash cups and toothbrushes of the same color and style, basically two sets, one large and one small.
Well, naturally, Andrew used a smaller one.
Although he repeatedly asked to be given more, he was refused, referring to the fact that he is a minor.
When he began to wash, the young man's face was reflected in the mirror on the table with water.
Dark hair and brown eyes, clearly yellow.
There was still a hint of youth in his pretty face, and his skin was too thin and fair for an ordinary school prom party.
The white gauze hoodie and long plain scarf he wore made his overall look a bit unisex.
The corners of Andrew's mouth turned up, but there was nothing to be done about it, since this was also the aesthetic style of the owner of the house.
Fortunately, he was tall enough to easily break the 5-foot-7 barrier at the tender age of 16.
We return to the living room.
Andrew began to adjust the American breakfast prepared on the table, and his attention was quickly attracted by the morning news on TV.
"Yesterday afternoon, Iron Man was at large and operated in Iraq and Iran, dealing crushing blows to their criminal bases for half an hour. Later that evening, Tony Stark joined his secretary Pepper for dinner at the New York pub "Just in Time", the master of time management of a generation."
"The crime rate in Gotham has dropped significantly in recent years, according to statistics, and experts say this is due to Batman's strong and effective local prosecution of criminals, as well as the ability to lock up and deal with a large number of dangerous criminals, thanks to the creation of Arkham Asylum."
"Reporters have discovered that small demonstrations have recently taken place in Metropolis, during which some citizens expressed dissatisfaction with Superman, a superhero who moved to the city, for reasons that have yet to be established...."
It seems that if we are not talking about superheroes, then this is not a story that is relevant to the current topics of today.
This is the trend of the day.
Andrew is not surprised by this news, but when he tilts his head and takes a sip of warm milk, feeling the silky warmth in his stomach, he can't help but sigh.
"A strange world."
Yes, Andrew was a reincarnation.
No matter what the cause of his death was, what mattered was the world in which he was reborn.
The world of ultramodern magic!
Andrew learned this in his youth, reading books on geography and history.
For example, a real god of war participated in the First World War on Earth, and it was the legendary goddess who ended the war.
Later, during World War II, the evil Hydra group tried to take over the world, and the superhero Captain America put an end to the long war.
Etc.
These are just some of the major events in the flow of history. There are countless other unspoken disputes in which good heroes and evil villains, endowed with extraordinary abilities, fight on the margins of the world almost every day....
This world is somewhat similar to the setting of American comics, which I heard a friend mention in my previous life, but unfortunately, at that time he didn't know much about it, so I can't compare it with him now.
In the modern world, technology is king, spells are gods, mutants rule, and aliens invade!
However, none of this has much to do with Andrew.
He is an ordinary guy who grew up in Washington for 16 years, and his daily life was not disrupted by supernatural events. ...
Right.
Except for the supernatural abilities that suddenly woke up in him on his 16th birthday last weekend.
"By entering into intimate physical contact with a member of the opposite sex, with the exchange of "fluids" to one degree or another, you can master the powers possessed by another person for a certain period of time."
Simple, direct, brutal.
Andrew named this similar superpower, which in his previous life he had only seen in strange comics: "The Master of Acquaintances".
After all, this superpower was created specifically for evil villains and LSP! It's just as bad as hypnosis, perspective, the prohibition of time and so on, which are often found in strange comics.
Of course, Andrew is not going to use his abilities to do bad things or be a superhero.
To be honest, it seemed like a very cheap superpower. Compared to Mr. Stark's steel suit, Mr. Superman's steel body, and Captain America's super soldier physique, he couldn't ask someone to take a break and play around with a girl before a fight, could he?
And if a girl has a normal human body, then at best she will be only a little more powerful.
Not to mention that for Andrew, who was a loner in both lives, this so-called superpower is the same as loneliness in the womb.
This so-called superpower is nothing!
Soon he lost interest in the news, which gossiped about how Iron Man Tony Stark slept with a girl from this month's fashion cover.
Gradually, Andrew turned his attention to the TV and saw a wooden shelf filled with his photographs, starting from infancy and ending with his current adolescence.
They were all his, but there was no trace of his aunt, not even a simple photo of her back.
My aunt didn't like taking pictures, especially taking selfies.
That's what Andrew knew.
It's not that she's ugly or unattractive.
He said that his aunt was a first-class beauty, comparable or even superior to actresses and models on television. From the day his sister-in-law took him away on Christmas Day 1995, he remembered that her appearance never changed with age.
"No, next time I have to take a picture with my aunt and me."
"If I'm strong...and pampered, it should still work, right?"
The doorbell rang just as Andrew was making his decision.
Who is it?
As far as he could remember, he had never forgotten the keys to his aunt's house.
At the moment when he was walking from the living room to the door, before he had time to look through the cat's eye, a photo was pushed through the crack at the bottom of the door.
When he saw the photo, he froze and stopped moving.
The photo was a rare black-and-white background, pixels and natural yellowing of the photo indicated that it was an old product of the last century. This was confirmed by the background, which seemed to be an urban wasteland from one of the battlefields of the First World War.
Andrew was struck by this.
In this strangely dated photo, in the background, surrounded by officers and soldiers, a likeness of his aunt appears!
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