Reality warping

My life took a drastic twist last week. You know those movies where someone wakes up one day and they can do anything they want? I mean anything. That's me. But this isn't a movie. This is the Marvel Universe.

I've always been introverted. A 20-year-old who preferred the shadowy corners of a room, with thoughts that wandered in odd directions and maybe took a few too many detours in the realm of the perverse. But now? With this power? The universe had just handed me the cheat codes, and I intended to play.

One morning, after a night filled with particularly vivid dreams, I woke up to find my bedroom filled with mist. My hands seemed to be glowing a pale blue, emitting a soft light that cut through the fog. On a whim, I thought of dispelling the mist and, just like that, it vanished it took a moment for me to process it. Did I just do that? I thought of my room being filled with money. Instantly, dollar bills started raining down. This was impossible, and yet it was happening right in front of me.

Reality warping. That's the term for it. A power that seemed too grand even for the Marvel Universe. The gods might shape realms and control elements, but bending reality to one's will was something else. It was everything.

And me, of all people? The quiet guy who watched and daydreamed from the sidelines, indulging in guilty fantasies. The world had no idea what it was in for.

For the first couple of days, I kept it low key. Changed the color of my sneakers, turned water into wine (because why not?), and made sure my bank account had a couple of extra zeros. Nothing too flashy, just enjoying the perks.

But then, temptation began to set in.

I was walking through Central Park when I saw her. A beautiful woman, with a physique that would make any man's heart race. Maybe she was a model, or an actress. Not that it mattered. For a moment, she glanced my way and our eyes met. In that instant, I felt a rush of desire.

And just like that, she walked over and sat down beside me. "Hey," she said with a wink. It was exhilarating, the power. Bu The world was my sandbox.

Word started to get out. The Marvel Universe is no stranger to mutants, and those with peculiar abilities eventually attract attention. A week might seem like a short time, but when you can do anything you want, a week feels like an eternity.

Whispers started, and soon enough, I was approached by the likes of Professor Xavier and Magneto. Both had their own agendas, trying to bring me to their side, but I was having none of it. I wasn’t about to be anyone’s puppet.

Then came the challenges. Fellow mutants trying to test my limits. Each time, I responded with a display of power that left no room for doubt. Streets turned into rivers, buildings morphed into giant candy canes, and those who opposed me found themselves floating in bubbles, or worse.

The intoxication of power was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was a rush, a high. I didn't need anything or anyone. In a universe of gods and heroes, I felt untouchable,I was untouchable .

It was a game to me, a vast cosmic game where every whim was met and every desire fulfilled.

One day, as I sat atop a floating island I had crafted from my powers watching everything.

The world below seemed so small, so fragile. I was hovering above a world I could reshape to my every desire