Harry Osborn POV
I woke up in my room, and everything was exactly the same as I remembered. My PC sat on the desk, the TV was across the room, cans I thrown them, nothing out of place. It was all familiar to the point of being boring.
Except for one thing.
Something was there that hadn't been before. And It's inside my head.
Yeah, I know how that sounds, but it's my head. You just know when something doesn't belong.
Memories had settled into my mind, years worth of them except they weren't Harry Osborn's memories but belonged to someone else, someone named Jason.
I hadn't just dreamed about him. I had lived his life last night. Every choice, every regret, every quiet moment stacked neatly inside my skull like files that had always been there, waiting to be opened. And the weirdest part of it was In his world, Harry Osborn was fictional, a character from Marvel comics.
At point where I would have laughed it off for a messed-up dream.
But I couldn't.
Because deep down, I knew it was real. Not logically or scientifically, just instinctively. That hollow, undeniable certainty in my chest told me Jason wasn't just someone I dreamed about.
He was me.
Or… I was him. A past version, maybe. Another life.
The moment I focused on those memories, everything hit at once, the excitement, confusion, anxiety, fear all layered so tightly together that I had to sit up just to breathe. And as I sorted through them, one thought kept repeating in my head, not everything is same as I remember.
Take Peter Parker, fuck, he's Spider-Man according to those memories. And now that I think about it, he's been skipping many classes for months and showing up beat to hell with injuries all the time. But that's not the point, it's that I'm not his buddy. Maybe because this is some alternate universe after all. According to my past memories, there are countless versions of me out there
Multiverse, baby.
I don't know why that thought made me smile, but it did. Maybe it was Jason's influence bleeding through.
Anyway, Peter's close to Gwen Stacy. Very close. I've tried to date her a couple of times, drifted into their conversations now and then, but that's where it ends. So there's no besties vibe like in the movies.
We're basically "hi-hello" acquaintances.
Ironically, I'm closer to Flash Thompson. Yeah, that Flash. He's still a bully, but he treats me well enough probably because I'm filthy rich and don't mind burning money to stay interesting. Attention is easy when your last name opens doors.
I leaned back against the bed, staring at the ceiling, memories not my own humming quietly in the background.
My dad is a villain in most versions of the story.
That fact didn't shock me as much as it probably should have. Maybe because, from my perspective, our relationship in this life barely qualified as one. It shifted between absence and abuse, with nothing meaningful in between, there was no warmth just long stretches of not being there at all, broken up by moments I'd rather forget.
Maybe he loved me. Maybe somewhere deep down he really did.
But I also think he hated me. Hated that I wasn't a genius like him. Hated that I existed at all. That I lived when my mom didn't.
Whatever he felt for me, though, didn't really matter anymore.
On my side, there wasn't much left except indifference, with a thin edge of resentment underneath it. You can only be treated like a disappointment for so long before something inside you just… shuts off.
I let out a slow sigh.
No point wasting brain cells on Norman Osborn. Not when there were way bigger problems breathing down my neck.
This is a world crawling with dangers, masked lunatics, superpowered disasters, alien invasions, and gods with anger issues and I didn't have the luxury of pretending I was safe just because of my last life memories.
The good news is I'm not completely on my own.
While sorting through those foreign memories earlier, I noticed something else buried inside me, something that didn't belong to either Harry Osborn or Jason. The moment I focused on it, I understood what it was without needing an explanation.
Still, understanding wasn't enough.
I needed proof.
"GACHA?"
The moment the word left my mouth, a holographic screen flickered into existence in front of me, floating calmly in midair as if it had always been there, just waiting for me to notice it.
I reached out instinctively, but my hand passed straight through it, rippling the air like it wasn't part of normal space at all.
Interesting.
Text hovered across the screen, Points, Modes, Exchange, and a few other options and the instant I focused on them, information flooded my mind.
The rules are simple.
I would receive one point every day. Three points could be exchanged for a single card, and that card could contain anything from the Omniverse be it abilities, items, knowledge, who knows what else.
There was another option too.
A World Mode, which sorts a card related specifically to the world I was currently in, but it cost double the points. Six points per card.
Fair, I guess.
Then came the part that made my eyebrows rise.
There was an exchange function, one USD for one point but with a hard limit of one hundred dollars per month.
I stared at that restriction for a moment.
…Yeah. I already hate it.
Still, limits or not, it was better than nothing.
Taking a slow breath, I leaned forward, grabbed my wallet from the desk, and pulled out the cash. The second I thought about exchanging them, the money vanished from my hand without so much as a flicker.
The screen flickered once.
Points Updated.
My balance had increased.
After thinking for seconds I decided to go for world mode first. Marvel is one of the most dangerous universes out there. Super soldiers, mutants, cosmic entities, mad scientists, literal gods and so the probability of getting something useful is far more when compared to whole Omniverse I think if I narrowed the range.
I mentally selected the option and authorized the exchange.
–60 Points
The deduction happened instantly and next second ten cards materialized in front of me.
1. Captain America's Shield
2. X-Men Blackbird
3. Goblin Armor (Earth-6160)
4. Power Boast Card x2
5. A Cluster of Terrigen Crystals
6. Pandora's Box (Space Station)
7. Bucky Barnes (Earth-19999 / MCU)
8. Pumpkin Bomb x10
9. Peter Quill's Translator Implant
10. Spider-Man (Peter Parker) (Earth-26496)
Nothing OP, but still a good start since I got two character cards.
One of them is Spider-Man. With his power set, I'm already safe from most street-tier dangers. Super strength, enhanced agility, insane reflexes, and most importantly, Spider-Sense. That alone makes ambushes almost impossible.
I don't think I would hesitate to Assimilate him. It would raise my physical attributes to a superhuman level. Even if it's not top-tier, it's more than enough to survive early-game Marvel.
And survival comes first.
I wanted to check the other cards more deeply, but testing the normal mode felt necessary. If World Mode is targeted, then normal mode is pure randomness and randomness sometimes gives absurd returns.
So I spent thirty points here and left eleven for later.
The deduction happened immediately. Just like before, ten cards materialized in front of me.
Let's see what the Omniverse thinks I deserve.
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