Rollin had transmigrated into the Marvel Universe. But the moment he opened his eyes, he realized this wasn't just a world of superheroes—it was a dark, chaotic amalgamation spearheaded by the Four Great Slashers of cinema history.
Fortunately, he wasn't empty-handed. He had acquired a mutated version of the Map Editor.
It was the ultimate cheat code: the freedom to modify character attributes, toggle a 3D isometric view, identify friend or foe, access a library of thousands of skills, convert visual effects into reality, and even reshape the terrain itself. As Rollin secured "Anomaly Points" to upgrade the Editor's version, the features expanded. He could edit objects with a thought, manifest characters and abilities from his past life's memory out of thin air, create matter, and eventually, project his divine authority across the infinite cosmos.
His goal? To become an Immortal God.
From this day forward, Rollin would become the endless nightmare of entities like the One Above All and the Almighty.
New York Public High School. Senior Year Class. Back row, by the window.
"Hey, Rollin! rough night?"
Groggily, Rollin surfaced from a deep slumber. He lifted heavy eyelids to see a girl leaning over his desk, shoving his shoulder. She had cascading blonde hair and a pair of stunning emerald eyes staring right at him.
Damn. Woke up too fast. Thought I was dreaming about a Hollywood bombshell…
Rollin's brain was still buffering. His last clear memory was the computer short-circuiting. He remembered pulling an all-nighter, then opening the Map Editor and Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne to unwind.
And then…
Wait. I think I flatlined.
So, the situation is… I've been Isekai'd?
Fragments of memory flooded his mind. They belonged to another version of himself—virtually identical to his pre-transmigration self. No parents, raised in an orphanage. The director claimed he was found at the gate with a set of adult clothes nearby—likely left by his father. (Note: He physically transmigrated!)
He was adopted at eight. A few years later, his foster parents ascended to heaven via a car crash, leaving him a two-story detached house and a modest inheritance.
Rollin's expression turned weird as the face of the blonde girl clicked into place.
It was the "Madison Bitch." Madison Montgomery.
Two years ago, she shot to fame with a supporting role, but after refusing the casting couch, her career stalled. Now, she was a C-list celebrity barely hanging on. They had grown up together—childhood friends with a solid bond.
Madison beamed, slapping a piece of paper onto Rollin's desk.
"Today is your eighteenth birthday! Since tomorrow is the weekend, pick a place. We're going on a vacation to celebrate."
Rollin nodded instinctively, his eyes drifting to the list on the paper.
Couple's Exclusive Retreat: Camp Crystal Lake.
Sunset Nature Scenery: Southern Texas Farm.
Warm & Rustic Town: Haddonfield.
Suburban Gothic Charm: Elm Street.
As he read the list, a chill shot up Rollin's spine. His limbs went cold; his brain snapped instantly awake.
Family, who understands my pain? I just opened my eyes in a new world, and I'm already queued up for a battle royale with the Four Great Slashers.
Who can survive this?!
"Well? See anything that catches your eye?" Madison looked at him with anticipation. "I specifically asked my agent to pick these out. They sound like super interesting vacation spots."
"Like Camp Crystal Lake," she continued, "Surrounded by mountains and water. Doesn't it sound amazing?"
"Amazing. It's… too amazing," Rollin squeezed the words through grit teeth. He looked Madison dead in the eye, his expression grave. "Madison, I need you to answer honestly. Do you do drugs? Do you engage in pre-marital sex?"
Madison glanced left and right, then bent down, whispering, "I don't do drugs, and I've never had a boyfriend. But… I wouldn't mind doing some adult things at a wonderful campsite."
Hearing her implication, Rollin's eyebrow twitched.
Do it? Jason Voorhees is going to do us both if we go there! The Morality Police imply death by machete!
Rollin recalled the original American Horror Story: Coven timeline. Madison was supposed to be taken to Miss Robichaux's Academy after accidentally killing her annoying director. He used to think the director was scum, but maybe not worthy of death.
Now?
Good riddance! Please, let him die a more painful death next time! Who recommends Crystal Lake for a birthday?!
Rollin sighed deeply, killing the mood. "Madison, if I've ever offended you in the past, I sincerely apologize."
Madison looked bewildered. "Huh? I didn't mean… is there something wrong with these places?"
Seeing her innocent confusion, Rollin paused. "Never mind. Are there any other options?"
"Yes, yes!" Madison pursued her lips, gauging his mood carefully. She pulled two flyers from her bag. "I got this one on the street. It says it's a quiet town surrounded by forests. A perfect sanctuary for healing and vacation."
Keyword triggered: Vacation Sanctuary.
Rollin felt a sense of foreboding as he leaned in to read the title.
Silent Hill.
Hiss…
What a gathering of distinguished gentlemen! Truly, the abyss is empty because all the demons are right here!
My dear sister, with luck like this, you're wasting your talent not buying lottery tickets.
"Hard pass!"
Rollin flipped to the next flyer. It depicted a passionate, sun-drenched beach scene. Long legs and bikinis everywhere.
"A beach vacation?" Rollin checked the header. Finally, something normal.
But…
Connecting the dots between the Slashers and the literal Hell-gateway that was Silent Hill, Rollin felt something was off.
Is this beach… legitimate?
Disaster movies from his past life flashed through his mind. 2-Headed Shark Attack, 3-Headed Shark Attack, Sharknado, Ghost Shark, Jaws, Mega Shark, Land Shark, Zombie Shark…
His brain was filled with nothing but sharks.
Rollin took a deep breath. He didn't want to admit it, but in this world, Murphy's Law was absolute. Anything that could be a horror movie, was a horror movie.
He silently crumpled the flyers into a ball. Keeping his voice flat, he said, "Madison, how about this? Let's just go to the local amusement park this weekend."
Madison noticed Rollin's pale complexion. A flash of worry crossed her beautiful eyes, but she nodded with a smile. "Okay! I heard there's a haunted house there. We can go check it out."
Haunted house…
Rollin desperately wanted to retract his suggestion. But the class bell rang, and Madison turned back to her desk, forcing him to drop it.
Using class time as cover, Rollin slowly processed the intelligence he had gathered. He scanned the room.
Fourth row, seats six and seven: Two men sitting upright. Peter Parker and Harry Osborn.
Further back, not far from Rollin: A girl with fiery red hair and a curvaceous figure. Mary Jane.
In the next class over, there was a science geek who loved physics and wore a dragon-shaped ring. Dave Stutler. Nickname: "Crazy Dave," due to a mental health diagnosis in fourth grade.
In the Sophomore year, the school beauty was named Mikaela.
There was a girl who was constantly bullied named Maria.
The biology teacher was Professor Curt Connors.
And the school had a partnership with a renowned psychiatrist named Hannibal.
Marvel Universe + American Horror Story + Transformers + The Sorcerer's Apprentice + Slasher Universe + Hannibal…
"I'm dead. I'm so dead."
"This crossover is too comprehensive!"
"Is this world just a multiverse dump truck? Did they toss everything in here?"
Rollin felt a phantom toothache. His head buzzed. This world was too dangerous; he wanted to go home. Honestly, in a world crawling with demons and disasters, he had no idea how this body had survived to eighteen.
And this was just the tip of the iceberg revealed by a single public high school in New York. Looking at the wider Earth—and the universe beyond—how much darkness was hiding?
As Rollin spiraled, his brain suddenly expanded, as if something was trying to drill its way out.
Then, his vision shifted. A massive 3D holographic interface overlayed reality. It covered a spherical zone with a one-hundred-meter radius centered on him.
With a mere thought, Rollin could zoom, rotate, and move the camera to any point within that zone.
He saw Harry and Peter whispering and making eyes at each other in the front row.
He saw a student in the back row of the adjacent class hiding "learning materials" inside a textbook—and honestly, that material was spicy.
After a moment of disorientation, Rollin realized this interface felt incredibly familiar.
"Wait… isn't this the Map Editor?"