Marvel : God of Wisdom

There were a lot of things I expected to do today—relax, maybe grab some dessert, and not die.

Yet, here we are.

One minute, I was enjoying my well-earned break at a sweet shop. The next, I was playing a high-stakes game of chicken with a truck that clearly had something personal against me. There was no dramatic life-flashing-before-my-eyes moment, no deep existential reflection—just a loud horn, an abrupt Oh shi—, and darkness.

Truck-kun strikes again.

And that damned truck was surely not ordinary, I died before I could feel anything.

Now, as a firm believer in science, I fully expected eternal nothingness. No heaven, no reincarnation, just a peaceful cease-and-desist of my existence.

Instead, I woke up floating in the void.

Which was good, although I am not a believer, but that was before I died, now I would much rather be in some afterlife than cease to exist.

"…Huh."

No body. No limbs. Just a vague sense of existence, like I was both conscious and unconscious at the same time. Either I'd accidentally stumbled into some cosmic customer service queue, or someone was about to hit me with an isekai special.

Right on cue, a voice echoed around me.

[Welcome, soul. Your existence has been selected for reincarnation.]

Figures.

I had read enough web novels to know exactly where this was going. Reincarnation, overpowered ability, insane new world, and probably some massive impending disaster. The classics.

Not that I was complaining. Better than eternal nothingness.

That said, I had questions.

"Okay, so we're doing this, huh? What kind of reincarnation are we talking about? The isekai kind or the 'Hinduism-you-might-become-an-ant' kind? Because I'd really prefer to not spend my next life dodging raindrops."

[The isekai kind. You will also receive a special ability.]

Oh? Now we're talking.

"Alright, what's the catch?"

[No catch. This is part of a randomized reincarnation portocol meant to ensure the infiniteness of the Omegaverse. You essentially just got lucky]

…That sounded suspiciously like a cosmic loot box, but since I had literally zero leverage here, I decided to roll with it.

Right on cue, two massive wheels materialized in front of me—one labeled World Lottery and the other Ability Lottery.

"You're telling me my entire future is about to be decided by a casino spin?"

[Correct.]

Alright then. Vegas rules.

I started with the World Lottery. The wheel spun, flashing past names like Highschool DxD, Naruto, Warhammer 40K (oh HELL NO), One Piece, and—wait—Berserk?!

Nope. Hard pass.

It slowed… ticking past One Piece, hovering over Berserk (oh god no), then finally landing on—

[Congratulations! You have been assigned to: MARVEL UNIVERSE-EARTH-616.]

"…Okay. Not bad."

On one hand, cosmic horrors, genocidal titans, and people with daddy issues so bad they rewrite reality. On the other hand, superpowers, absurd tech, and a chance to live like a god. 

Could be worse.

At least it wasn't Berserk. Or the marvel comics, I would much rather not be killed several times over and brought back to life...

Next up—Ability Lottery. The only thing which put some calm on my mind.

The wheel spun, flashing through abilities ranging from 'Fire Manipulation' to 'Reality Warping' to 'The Power to Fall Asleep Instantly' (no, seriously, who put that on here?).

It slowed… and landed on—

[Wisdom King Raphael – An Ultimate Skill capable of processing information at an unimaginable level, providing instant analysis, combat optimization, and autonomous decision-making. Also capable of life assistance, and many more, up to host for exploration.]

…

HOLY SHIT.

That was—THAT WAS INSANE.

Raphael wasn't just an OP ability—it was the OP ability. The reason behind Rimuru's OPness. Battle analysis? Instant adaptation? Absolute efficiency? This was the kind of skill that made gods look like amateurs.

I just won the goddamn reincarnation jackpot.

And before I could even fully process my luck, a third prompt popped up.

[Final Step: Identity Selection. You may choose your new identity within reasonable limits. No omnipotent beings or absurd-level identities. Please select wisely.]

Alright. This was big.

Marvel had no shortage of broken bloodlines—Celestials, Eternals, Asgardians, Mutants. But I couldn't just go full One Above All Jr., no matter how tempting that was.

I needed power but also potential.

Although I had Raphael, it was actually not a power which could do much for a human...

I needed to at least become a member of a race which was born with some special powers and had high racial growth potential.

And then—it hit me.

Asgardians.

Odin's kids.

Everyone knew about Thor and Loki, but Hela? Now there was a monster. The real firstborn. Stronger than Thor, capable of crushing Mjolnir with one hand, and wielding enough raw power which might have been enough to make Thanos sweat.

And she was Odin's only firstborn…

…Or was she?

I grinned.

"Make me Odin's son. Hela's twin brother."

[Processing request… Approved. You will be reincarnated as Odin's first-born son and twin brother to Hela, the Goddess of Death.]

Jackpot.

Ancient Asgardian prince. Thousands of years to grow before the plot even starts. Luxury, power, a literal divine bloodline… and with Raphael in my head?

I was set.

One last concern.

"…Wait. I won't be on the TVA's hit list, right?"

[No. They will not interfere with your existence.]

Good. Last thing I needed was to get pruned before I even started.

Then, before I could say anything else, reality collapsed.

A force yanked me forward. My vision blurred, my thoughts scattered, and just before everything faded to darkness—

A voice echoed in my mind.

[Activating self-awareness protocols. Welcome, Master.]

And just like that—my second life began.

...Still in the womb, but hey, details.