Marvelous Domination: CH001

This was commissioned by Anonymous.

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Chaos Gacha by BronzDeck

RULES- 1 ROLL= 10K WORDS. Achivement Rolls will only be for ACTUAL achievements (like defeating a important villain, acquiring a important artifact, making someone important to the plot fall in love with you, etc).

FIRST ROLL- Boosted Gear (Highschool DxD)

Tags- Harem, R18, Fast Paced, WeakToStrong, Isekai

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-CHAPTER 1-

-3RD PERSON POV-

Okay, I wasn’t the most smartest of guys but I’m gonna assume I’m pretty far away from home here…

I looked at the giant European style architecture buildings around me, the small park-like clearing I was in, and I just came to one thought as I stood amongst the crowd. I honestly don’t know where the heck I am!

A “normal” person would be panicking if they went to sleep in their bed and woke up laid out on a bench in a foreign country, a normal person would probably lash out at other people, maybe even break down and cry before calling the police because they had been kidnapped and human trafficked (what else could it be?).

But I wasn’t totally normal. I processed my panic differently. As in I punted it down a dark hole inside my mind as my fight-or-flight response kicked in and took over. Panicking wasn't going to give me any help here after all.

The first thing I had done when I got my bearings in check was to go to a public bathroom and check if my body had any signs indicating whether my organs had been harvested. Granted whoever would have the audacity to kidnap a person from their own bed wouldn’t just leave me alive to tell the tale.

That was what happened most times at least- my teen years spent listening to true crime audiobooks were coming to use -but I still checked to make sure. 

As I finished patting my legs another question occurred to me. Not to mention, why would they bother to take me to a foreign country and leave me on a bench in broad daylight with my own wallet in my pants?

I guess only time was going to give me answers because there were none that I could find on my own.

Thankfully, as far as I could check there was no kind of scarring or injuries to be found on my body that could signal that something- anything -had been done to it- it was normal just like how I remembered it.

With that, I came out of the stall and once again joined the crowd of tourists and civilians as they mingled around the area- This looked like a popular spot and there seemed to be some sort of event going on in the building in front if the expensive cars and red carpet were of any indication. 

Looking around, I clearly spot and hear people talking in an unknown language- Which I’m pretty sure I have heard it before in a movie -and wondered if I could ask them for help but shook my head. I think it would be easier to just find a police officer.

I looked blankly at the surroundings, finding no police officer as far as my sight could see. 

Okay maybe it isn’t that easy... Now what? My panic was calming down, as was my fight-or-flight, yet I had found no answers and only more questions. So let's recap…

My name was Samuel O’Hara. I was just a normal American college student- basically broke -that was studying to earn a bachelor's engineering degree from Columbia. I had hopes, dreams, and a skeleton of a life but from some unforeseen and unknown circumstances I had been displaced from it all with no clue…

At this point I would not be surprised if I find out that my roommates had signed me up for a YouTube prank video… Because that would atleast make sense but if so then someone was going be sued to kingdom come.

Those student loans need to be paid somehow.

I sighed, sort of wishing that a bench was near so I could sit and think. I guess I'll have to find a way to the American Embassy and hope they could figure this mess out. Though… a phone would've really been useful right now.

I got up and started to walk towards where I saw a pub, they would hopefully have a phone for use but before I could even take a couple steps things started going weird.

A huge crowd of people in rich suits and dresses came running out, yelling and shouting out of the building with the red carpet in clear chaotic panic, straight into the crowd of people I was standing idly with. I looked at them in surprise wondering what had happened (I was doing that a lot today).

In the chaos I saw an old man get pushed and knocked down by the mob as everyone panicked like headless chickens, and shook my head in disappointment. At last see where or who you’re running into jackasses.

In a few stride I reached him, offered my arm to help him up to his feet, not caring about the push backs I received from people still panicking. The old man nodded gratefully saying something in his language but my attention more focused on the source of this panic. Seriously what happened? Did a fire alarm go off in the building or something?

Today was proving to be the type of day I would tell stories about to my grandkids when I was old. But then things went from “believable” to full on “magic and aliens”. 

[Hang tight partner.] A booming deep voice rang out inside my mind, as I jerked in shock and surprise, turning back expecting the old man to have said something only see him far away with a group of children. Before I could even react to that-

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

BAM!

My head whipped back to look at a car flip through the air, as if it was a can of coke and not a thousand-pound hunk of metal. The car crashed back right into another car before it could swerve away making another loud collision that shook the ground I was standing on, as the panicking crowd not went ballistic.

“What the fuck.” My eyes were wide as saucers as I looked at the panic unfolding in the crowd with disbelief and shock of a person who had never seen anything like this before. For a second totally forgetting about the voice I had unmistakably heard in my head.

Instantly my attention was zoomed onto the peculiar and familiar tall man relaxedly walking across the street from where the car had crashed back somehow. Wearing a horned golden helmet on his head, a long jeweled spear-like staff in his hand, intricate D&D like armor and a bellowing green cape on his shoulders he cut a figure that was clearly out of place.

He honestly looked like cosplayer or something. But why am I starting to get a bad feeling about this?

By now, everyone that wasn’t running before had started to run, that was except me who was standing there gawking at everything in shock and a strange sense of familiarity.

The D&D cosplayer crossed the street and looked at everyone with an obvious sense of disgust and superiority. Why is this giving me major déjà vu vibes?

I got an answer to that thing real quick because in a few moments everything I thought I knew about the world was blown to bits.

Zzmmm-!

Instantly, in a shimmering glimmer of light, multiple copies of the same man suddenly appeared surrounding the whole crowd, as the first one walked forward and ordered with power. “Kneel before me!”

“Wha-!?”

“WHAT!?”

“AHH!!”

The crowd panicked, while some went silent seeing the unnatural and mind-blowing sight as the man continued and all four of the copies slammed their staff-spear on the ground with supernatural strength. 

BAM! 

“KNEEL!” His order rippled through the crowd as everyone quietened down and found themselves crouching down on their knees.

-And that was precisely the moment I realized- excuse my crudeness -just how fucked I was. 

Because I had just realized I was far, far away from Kansas. Like a different universe kind of far away, because this could be no one else other than Loki if his getup and powers were to go by and not a cosplayer (even if he only has a slight resemblance to Tom Hiddleston and doesn’t really look like him), which means this could be nowhere else than a Marvel Universe…

A universe where world ending threats were just an average Tuesday, universe ending baddies appeared like it was Christmas. And primarily, where civilian deaths were pretty common…

Once again, my fight-or-flight kicked into action and punted the thoughts of my doomed existence into a black hole and focused on seeing how I could survive here or hopefully if all of this was a dream. 

Unfortunately, never in my life I’ve had such a detailed dream where I am lucid. Especially not where I’m not instantly OP and have a harem of heroines.

Don’t judge me okay? It was dream!

Anyways, with a calm mind I analyzed this situation and let out an internal sigh of relief. Because this situation was not particularly harmful for me, because if my movie knowledge is correct then in just a few seconds Captain America should jump down to protect the civilians and fight Loki…

Sure, there was going to be an alien invasion in less than 24hrs but I wasn’t going to be caught in that. And as far as I know they beat it without much issue-

A tingle went up my spin as I felt like I was in colossal danger.

-That was when I noticed how silent everything had become and my attention came back to focus on-

Everyone was kneeling. Repeat. Everyone was kneeling EXCEPT for me.

My dark brown eyes met with the angry, and gleefully malicious glowing green eyes of Loki, a guy who kills people on the drop of a dime, and I couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle as sweat broke out throughout my body.

“I’m so fucked.” I muttered preparing myself for what comes next.

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