After watching Avatar in theaters, a young man’s life ends abruptly under the wheels of a truck. But death isn’t the end—before him stands ROB (Random Omnipotent Being), offering three wishes. His choices reshape his fate:

The full powers of Superman—without weakness or limitation.

Eternal youth in the prime of his 20s.

The potential to grow endlessly, physically, spiritually, and magically.

He awakens on Pandora, standing nine feet tall, lean and powerful like a warrior sculpted by the gods—bearing the face of a young Henry Cavill. Gifted beyond comprehension, he must now walk a path between gods and mortals, between the human invaders and the Na’vi.

But his destiny changes when his heart stirs—not for Neytiri, but for Tsireya, the luminous daughter of the sea clan.

From the floating Hallelujah Mountains to the ocean depths, from the first war to the rise of the Tulkun’s song, his presence will rewrite Pandora’s fate.

Will he become Pandora’s guardian? Or will his godlike might bring ruin?

P.S. I do not own Superman or Avatar all rights go to there respective creators. The only thing that is mine is the Oc. Thanks for reading!!

The movie theater lights flickered back on, but I stayed frozen in my seat. Avatar. The world of Pandora—the Na'vi, Eywa, the oceans, the skies—it felt real to me. Too real.


"Man, if only I could live there," I muttered, rubbing my face. "Not as some weak human, but as someone who could protect it… someone powerful enough to change everything."


The night air was cold as I stepped out, still lost in thought. My earbuds drowned the city noise, but not the blaring horn—


When I opened my eyes, there was only light. Endless, cosmic light.


A figure appeared before me, shifting forms like it couldn't decide what to be—a man, a woman, a child, a star.


"I am… ROB," it said, voice echoing like the universe itself. "You died. But you interest me. So I shall grant you three wishes."


My breath caught. Three wishes? This is…


I didn't hesitate. "First—Superman's powers. All of them. No weakness. No limits."


"Second—I want eternal youth. Forever in my twenties."


"And third—I want infinite potential. No ceiling to what I can become. Physically, mentally, spiritually, magically. I want to keep evolving."


The being laughed. The cosmos trembled. "Granted. Now go, Man of Tomorrow. Go… to Pandora."


But under the bioluminescent glow of a forest alive with light. Trees taller than skyscrapers reached for the stars. Strange creatures prowled in the distance. And my body—


I stood, towering nine feet tall, my muscles lean yet sculpted like a predator's. My reflection shimmered faintly in a pool nearby. A face I recognized—Henry Cavill, but younger, sharper. My own, yet not my own.


I clenched my fist. The ground cracked beneath me. Power surged in my veins—heat vision, super strength, senses sharper than any blade.


A laugh escaped me. "This… this is real."


The wind carried the sounds of Pandora—the calls of beasts, the pulse of Eywa. I felt it all. And in that moment, one truth echoed in my mind:


I am not just a visitor here. I am destiny itself.


Chapter 1 - Prologue: “The Day I Died for Pandora