[Template: Hiro Shishigami – Origin: Anime Earth. Cold-hearted and emotionless, though in the end, this villain saved Humanity. Despite being B-Class, his destructive potential is exceptionally high....at the cost of his life.....Unless Host have Super Regeneration or Similar Ability, host is suggested to not use it.]
[Template Abilities Unlocked:]
Superhuman Capabilities – Speed, Strength, and Reflexes up to five times greater than the average human.
Superhuman Durability – Can tank small Tanks fire, survive high-impact collisions, and recover rapidly.
Healing Abilities – This power is believed to be rooted in a form of advanced telekinesis, allowing the host to manipulate biological matter at a cellular level. As long as the target is alive, the host can heal virtually any injury or condition—cancer, paralysis, internal bleeding, severe burns, even complex neurological damage. However, it cannot resurrect the dead.
Laser Blasters – Powerful palm-mounted energy cannons, capable of punching through armored vehicles.
Mini Rockets – Hidden shoulder launchers with guided micro-missiles.
Telekinesis – Lift, crush, or hurl objects up to 10 tons.
Technokinesis & Technopathy – Control, hack, or interface with technology and networks mentally.
Jet-Propelled Flight – Max flight speed of Mach 5.
Self-Destruction Bomb – An internal bomb core. Activation will vaporize surroundings. One-time use. High risk. Last resort.
[Template Status: Active]
[Reminder: Host may have up to five templates active at once. Templates may be swapped individually with a 24-hour cooldown per slot.]
Alex whistled low. "Damn. That's B-Class? What the hell's in S-Class?"
[Does Host wish to activate the template?]
He paused, glancing at his hands and body, a thought crossing his mind. "Wait—if I activate this, will my body look all cyborg-like? Like him?"
[Negative.]
[All template effects are integrated non-invasively. The host remains 100% human in form. However, cosmetic effects may appear when using certain abilities—such as shoulder panels opening when firing mini-rockets, or energy build-up in the palms when activating laser blasters.]
[No permanent transformation. No mechanical limbs. Just raw villain power layered over your body.]
Alex smirked. "So, I get all the crazy powers and still look good doing it?"
[Affirmative.]
He cracked his knuckles and stretched, feeling the anticipation coil in his chest. "Alright then... let's light this baby up."
[Template: Hiro Shishigami Activated.]
The room hummed softly, and for a brief moment, a faint shimmer washed over Alex's body. His senses sharpened. Muscles buzzed like coiled springs. There was power now—real power—settling into him like it had always been there.
His smirk deepened. "Now we're in business."
"What business, kid?" a voice chimed in.
Alex blinked and turned his head—there was Tony Stark, of all people, standing at his door eating a lollipop, looking every bit as smug and rich as you'd expect.
Tony stood at the door, arms crossed, giving Alex a look that could melt steel.
"You're not planning to ask for more money, are you?" Tony said, his voice smooth and confident as always.
Alex, still in the bed and feeling a little off-balance, shrugged. "Wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Stark."
Tony eyed him for a second, then walked into the room, the door swinging shut behind him. "Look, you're here because of my tech fault, but I paid for your treatment, and I'm not asking for a thank-you. You're here for a minimum of ten days recovery time. If I didn't care, I'd've just left you to rot."
Alex rolled his eyes in response. "Is your pride that fragile? It was your tech that got me into this mess, and you admitted it yourself. So don't pretend you're some benevolent savior."
Tony's expression hardened just slightly, but he didn't break his smug demeanor. "Not mine, but the tech that my workers set up. My tech is the best in the world. There's never any fault in it." He stepped forward, crossing his arms. "Still, since I wasted 21 days of your time—and now another ten days of yours—I'll throw in a million bucks as compensation. After that, I don't know what you're expecting. Don't come looking for me."
Alex narrowed his eyes. "A million bucks and you think that makes everything better?"
Tony gave a casual shrug. "Yeah. You're not dying. You're getting a million. What more do you want? I don't owe you a thing beyond that."
'I guess you're in your rebellious phase,' Alex thought dryly as he glanced at Tony, starting to get a faint idea of the year—or at least the era—he'd landed in.
"Well, what can I say then?" Alex said with a shrug. "Give me the million bucks, and after that—I don't know you, you don't know me."
Tony smirked. "Smart thinking, kid."
Right on cue, Pepper walked in with a laptop in hand. "Give me your bank account. I'll wire the money."
Alex nodded and rattled off the details. Thankfully, the original body's memories—streaming in through the system—made it easy. He recalled the numbers without hesitation and dictated them to her.
"How do you manage that guy?" Alex asked, watching her multitask with practiced ease.
"I'm used to it now," Pepper replied smoothly, eyes still on her laptop. After a moment, she added, "It's done. You should have it."
Alex's system pinged in response, and sure enough, a notification confirmed it: $1,000,000 deposited.
"You got it," he said, giving a small nod.
Pepper gave a polite nod in return before turning and walking out without another word.
As the door clicked shut behind Tony and Pepper, Alex let out a quiet breath and glanced at the nearby phone screen.
"March 21st, 2002…" he mumbled, narrowing his eyes.
"So, I'm six years ahead of the avengers timeline."
He sat up, his body no longer aching. The minor fractures that once throbbed with every breath were now completely gone—thanks to the boost from his new villain template. His healing had already gone beyond what human medicine could explain.
Pulling back the covers, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up for the first time in days. He stretched his arms, flexing slightly as a soft hum of energy thrummed beneath his skin.
"Marvel world," he muttered to himself, walking over to the window.
Outside, the city buzzed like any normal day—but Alex knew better. Somewhere out there, the world was already brimming with powers, secrets, and ticking time bombs. Heroes were just a few years away from surfacing. Villains too.