MC POV
My name is Ryan Angelo but you can call me Rudra and while it may come as a surprise to you this is my second life, and for me the situation has just turned for the worst as I was just informed of the death of my parents.
You see, until a few days ago I had a loving family. My parents were researchers in the bio-engineering field, a well-off economic condition and because of my rebirth, I was seen as a genius. I was homeschooled for the most part, mainly in the field of medicine. I was taught because of my interest and my parents' love for it. Life was good and wooy-free for me that was until two weeks ago.
Because two weeks ago, I found out that I am in the Marvel World when my parents told me about their lab being acquired by Oscorp and them shifting under their new boss, Norman Osborn And those words rang alarm bells in my head.
I might not be a big fan of the whole MCU thing but everyone knows spiderman. To confirm my suspicions I used the internet to research history and found out about Captain America being a historical figure making my plans for a peaceful life being trown into the shredder and then into the incinerator.
And two weeks after that revelation just as I was preparing to convince my parents to leave New York and move to India, I was informed my parents perished due to being hit by stray bullets because of a gang war between some thugs. It took me a few minutes to process that revelation and you know what? I called it bullshit!!
You see, my parents were the type of people who knew every gang near here and would never go in their vicinity; they even had me memorize the map with such hazardous locations. So, bullshit!! At this point they might as well be murdered and planted at the given location.
When I received this news, I felt my whole world come crashing down. At the age of 10, I am now an orphan again. I still have grandparents from both sides of the family, though I don't know where my maternal grandparents live as my mom had escaped from home.
I thought of finding my parents' murderer, but I found myself incapable. You see, I was smart both in my previous and this life. In my previous life, I lived in the slums of Mumbai, INDIA.
To summarise my life I was left outside a rundown colony of outcast people in 1999 who adopted me and many others. It was my birthday for me. From them, I got my first sum of money and I invested. I self-studied stocks, and by the age of 17, I was financially stable enough to improve our lives, refurbish the colony, and buy a car. I died on my way to get my new car as the train I was traveling on went off rails, and the next I knew I was a baby again.
But back to the point, I knew my efforts in searching for the murderer would be futile, so I opted for the next best option: to improve my power and connections and look for clues.
I know in this universe destruction of earth events happens bi-yearly, but you see, I didn't care anymore. All I wanted was to find the one responsible for the death of my parents. But the first thing was to get myself to safety and prepare myself, so I booked a flight to my grandparents in India as I felt the fire of vengeance consume me.
My grandparents were already informed of my parents' death, so they arranged everything for my travel. My grandfather was an American who married my Indian grandmother, and they both lived in India. So I packed my bags and departed to Rameshwaram.
Living in a town life was monotonous especially for me and time passed swiftly. After two years of living with my grandparents in the state of Tamil Nadu, where I spent every day planning and preparing revenge, my grandmother who was worried sick for me could not take my current way of living anymore, so she decided to take matters into her own hands and I was powerless to resist.
You see, in the past two years, I registered a company with my grandfather's help under his name. As I spent most of my time busy holed up in my room, my grandmother worried for my mental health couldn't take it anymore. So she packed our bags, and we traveled to Rameshwaram temple to live in an ashram (monastery) so that I could have a getaway from my obsession.
After living there for two years with my grandma, where I left most of the company matters to my grandfather, I think I had some seblance of peace and had accepted the death of my parents, though I still plotted the revenge I no longer was tunnel visioned on it.
In the last two years, Tony Stark became Iron Man, and I became rich by investing in shares of Facebook, Google, Apple, and Stark, almost boosting my bank balance to a billion dollars in shares.
Over the last two years along with peace came the loss of my rage, of the motivation that kept me going and losing that my life became directionless.
I dwelled over over it and tried to find something to do with my life but nothing pulled me and finding no answers myself I did what I beleved was best, I asked for help; as my grandmother said 'asking for help when you can't fond a solution is not weakness, it is a sign of maturity and wisdom. If one can put aside their pride and ask for help it does not mean they lose their pride but shows that their pride is not arrogance' .
And asking for help who else would I ask if not her, the retired priestess in the temple of Rameshwaram, and one of the wisest people I know.