Marvel karma gachca

## **Chapter 1 -"Something's Off”**

I rub my eyes and groggily sit up, only to be greeted by the obnoxiously cheerful *Sonic the Hedgehog* alarm clock blaring in my ears.

*5:00 A.M.*

I smack the alarm off and let out a groan. My head feels like it's been split open—sharp, stabbing pain explodes behind my eyes as memories not just of my current life, but the last fifteen years, rush in all at once. Names, places, timelines, two whole lifetimes trying to occupy the same space.

A wave of nausea hits me, and then clarity.

**My name is Felix Drake.**

Or rather, it *is now*.

And the weird part? That name means something: *Felix* — “lucky” or “changing.” *Drake* — “dragon.” A dragon of change. Not subtle, System.

I’m a sophomore at Midtown High. Yeah, *that* Midtown—same class as Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, MJ Watson, and Harry Osborn. And from what I’ve picked up already, I’m smack in the middle of a messy blend of the Marvel Comics and MCU universes. Lucky me.

Last month, my parents—Mary and Darius Drake—died in a car crash. They were brilliant engineers and owners of *Drake Dynamics*, a rising tech company with contracts in everything from clean energy to artificial intelligence. The house and all assets transferred to me, since I’m fifteen and considered “independent” under special circumstances. CPS checks in once a month, but otherwise, I’m on my own.

The house? Massive. Three stories, five bedrooms, sleek designs, and a basement that held their personal lab. I used to sit on the stairs and watch them work. Mom always said, “This place is going to change the world, Felix. Maybe even you someday.”

I still remember walking through their bedroom the day after the funeral. Dust already starting to settle, everything frozen in time. I didn’t cry. Not because I didn’t care, but because I couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now.

In the bathroom, I splash cold water on my face and glance into the mirror. The reflection staring back isn’t quite my original one—it’s me, sure, but… different. Familiar features molded to look like a young Kaito Kid: slick, black hair, sharp angles, eyes like the ocean during a storm—deep blue with flecks of green. Handsome, but not flashy. Sharp, but calm.

Back in my room, I throw on a clean hoodie and jeans, then head to the garage.

The keys are still hanging on the wall. There it is -a beast of a car. **Dad’s 1966 Chrysler LeBaron Imperial.** All chrome, muscle, and attitude. I trail my fingers along the hood, and for a second, I just... breathe. It almost doesn’t fit with the rest of the house’s sleek tech.

But the real surprise isn’t the car.

It’s the box.

A massive crate sits on the kitchen island with a handwritten note taped to the top.

*“Felix, inside is your gift. Press the button to open it. — R.O.B.”*

There’s a glowing button just below the note. No explanation, no warning. Just pure “mystery box” energy. And because I’m me, I press it without hesitation.

The box explodes—*literally*—in a harmless burst of incandescent violet light, knocking me off my feet and flat on my ass.

As I blink away the stars, a single pulsing orb hovers in the air above me.

**{Karma Gacha System initializing...}**

**[To earn points, change the fates of others.]**

A small chuckle escapes my lips as the violet light dims and the words burn themselves into my mind.

**“Well… damn.”**

Mentally, I think: *system*, and a panel slides open in my vision like a heads-up display from some RPG.

---

### [ SYSTEM STATUS – FELIX DRAKE ]

**Race:** Human

**Age:** 18

**Attributes:**

• Strength: 9

• Constitution: 6

• Dexterity: 11

• Intelligence: 8

• Wisdom: 7

**Inventory:**

• 1x Iron Starter Pack

• 1x Bronze Starter Pack

• 1x Silver Starter Pack

• 1x Gold Starter Pack

---

I don't waste time. I open all four starter packs one after the other—and the loot is absolutely *insane*. Weapons, gear, suits, tools, *ships* even. I can't use everything all at once, but a few things catch my eye.

• **Iron Pack**

*Element Zero (5 tons – Mass Effect)*

*3 ZPMs (Zero Point Modules – Stargate)*

*Skills of Kaito Kid, the Phantom Thief*

*Focus (Horizon Zero Dawn)*

• **Bronze Pack**

*Type-66 Sampson (Cyberpunk 2077)*

*Pathfinder Implants & Skills (Mass Effect: Andromeda)*

*Nano Forge Gauntlet (Red Faction: Armageddon)*

*Omni-Tool (Mass Effect)*

• **Silver Pack**

*S.A.M. Node (Mass Effect: Andromeda)*

*Medium Replicator (Star Trek)*

*Moby Morpher (Xiaolin Showdown)*

*Nanosuit (Crysis 3)*

• **Gold Pack**

*Handheld Transporter (Star Trek)*

*N7 Suit (Mass Effect)*

*Grav Boots (Jupiter Ascending)*

*technopathy (ability)*

“Not bad. Not game-breaking, but definitely powerful.”

I instantly accepted the skills from Kaito Kid, the Pathfinder implants, and Technopathy. My body began to burn—like my entire nervous system was rewiring itself. Good thing I accepted Technopathy and Pathfinder together—turns out the implants generate the dark matter energy that Technopathy feeds on.

I stumble, catching myself against the counter as the pain fades. My reflexes feel… sharper. Faster.

I glance down at my hands. **Stronger.**

*Let’s see the updated stats.*

---

**[ Updated Attributes ]**

**[ Strength ]** 9 → 15

**[ Constitution ]** 6 → 12

**[ Dexterity ]** 11 → 21

**[ Intelligence ]** 8 → 20

**[ Wisdom ]** 7 → 17

**[ Skills ]**

• Acrobatics

• Sleight of Hand

• Stealth Mastery

• Expert Marksman

• Photographic Memory

• Control of Vocal Range

• Vehicular Mastery

• Genius-Level Intelligence

**[ Abilities ]**

• Tactical Cloak

• Overload

• Cryo Beam

• Incinerate

• Pull

• Throw

• Charge

• Nova

• Shockwave

• Backlash

• Singularity

• Lance

---

*Not bad for a first draw.*

But I’ve got more to do.

I head downstairs, down the familiar creaky steps to the basement.

The overhead lights flicker on as I walk into what used to be my parents’ personal lab. It’s got that clean, antiseptic smell mixed with something nostalgic—machine oil, solder, and old coffee. My mom was the bio-tech genius, and my dad handled engineering. Between the two of them, they’d built a working lab setup that could pass for a small startup’s R&D wing.

This place was already impressive. My parents weren’t just smart—they were *visionaries*. Half the tech down here looks like it belongs in a Stark facility. Workbenches. Sensor arrays. Old drone prototypes. AI scaffolds. A reinforced medbay.

I see old holographic schematics still frozen on one of the wall projectors. A half-finished drone sits on the workbench. Tools are lined up in careful rows. It’s… functional. But it’s definitely a home lab. Not enough space. Not enough power.

I combine the nano-forge and omni-tool using Technopathy and dub it the **Omni-Gauntlet**.

“Alright, time to upgrade.”

I crack my knuckles and slide the **omni-gauntlet** onto my arm.

I raise my hand and initiate the expansion sequence. “The forge hums, a deep thrumming vibration filling the air…”, microfilament projectors extend from my palm. The basement shudders as the gauntlet interfaces with the walls, floor, and ceiling, tunneling deeper into the earth while simultaneously reinforcing and reconfiguring the structure.

Metal reshapes. Frameworks deploy. The room stretches out, floor by floor, until it’s **no longer a home lab**—it's a multi-tiered tech complex.

I direct storage walls, server racks, a reinforced clean-room, a medical bay, and a hidden hangar entrance—just in case I need to house something bigger later. Every piece slides into place with the precision of a machine I didn’t even know I could control.

I place the **S.A.M. Node** at the central console and connect it to one of the **ZPMs**.

“Begin integration,” I say.

The moment it powers up, the room **flares to life**.

**“Startup procedures complete. Scanning for Pathfinder… Pathfinder located. Linking to Felix Drake.”**

A buzz rushes through my nervous system like electricity as everything syncs up.

My vision sharpens, and I can feel the lab around me like an extension of my own body.

“Startup procedures complete,” says a calm voice overhead.

“Pathfinder located… Syncing to Felix Drake.”

A tingle runs down my spine.

“Connection established. Good morning, Pathfinder Drake.”

“Hey, S.A.M. Secure all files. Burn anything we didn’t create.”

“All data secured. Network isolation complete. No outside connections permitted without your approval.”

“Nice. How about the bank account?”

“Reallocated. Investments underway. Projected gain: 17% within the first quarter.”

I smirk. “Love that for me.”

Next, I pull out the **N7 Suit** and **Nanosuit**, scanning both with the Omni Gauntlet. I merge them with my technopathy, into a layered combat-ready rig—defensive systems, mobility boosts, cloaking. Then I overlay the **Grav Boots** and run a diagnostic. Everything syncs perfectly.

I disguise the final suit with the **Moby Morpher**, keeping the armor active under what looks like normal street clothes. Functional and low profile. The **Focus** clicks onto my ear and boots up with a soft flicker. Data feeds flow across my vision. Everything's synced.

“All systems optimal.”

The only thing visible above ground is the house—and even that’s running on S.A.M.'s watchful eyes now.

---

**At 7:00 A.M.**, I clean up, throw on my “casual” gear, and step outside just as the bus rounds the corner. My Omni-Gauntlet is disguised as a smartwatch, my Focus hidden behind what looks like augmented reality glasses.

As I step outside, a Stark Expo billboard glows across the street. Oscorp’s latest biotech scanner ad flickers on a passing bus.

As I climb aboard mine.

Peter’s already there—watching me with a furrowed brow.

Gwen too. Her gaze lingers, like she knows something’s different.

I don’t say a word.

Just smirk.

Let the game begin.

---

### **Chapter 2: Friendly Neighborhood Observers**

The city bus hissed to a stop, and Felix Drake stepped on, hood up, bag slung over one shoulder. His eyes flicked through the crowd of half-awake students and grumbling commuters, scanning for familiar faces.

He spotted Gwen Stacy immediately.

She sat in the middle of the bus, sketchbook open—but her pencil wasn’t moving.

She was staring.

Right at him.

Felix blinked. Gave a short nod.

Still staring.

Her gaze dropped to his wrist, where the disguised Omni-Gauntlet peeked from beneath his sleeve. Then back to his face.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Nothing. No smile. No flinch.

She *knew* something.

**“S.A.M.?”** he thought quietly, settling his expression into neutral. **“That look says she’s onto me.”**

**“She’s observant,”** S.A.M. replied. **“Very high pattern recognition. Like Peter. I’d wager she noticed your upgrades.”**

Felix looked away and moved further down the aisle. Just before he passed her row, he glanced again.

Still watching.

“Man, remind me again why we don’t teleport to school?” Felix muttered as he dropped into the seat beside Peter Parker.

Peter looked up with a half-smile. “Because we like *being* students and not science experiments.”

“Speak for yourself,” Felix said, pulling out his AR glasses—his disguised Focus. “I’d clone myself just to skip gym.”

Peter chuckled. “Then the answer becomes ‘Because *some* of us don’t have a Stark-sized budget or magic portals.’”

“Yet,” Felix grinned. “Give me another month.”

He glanced back at Gwen, catching her stealing another look at them.

“Either Gwen’s got a crush,” he muttered, “or she’s trying to kill me with her eyes.”

Peter gave a tight smile, watching her for a beat. “I’m voting paranoia. She’s been acting weird all week.”

Felix smirked—but caught the quick flick of Peter’s eyes toward his wrist. The disguised Omni-Gauntlet. Subtle. But Peter had been doing that a lot lately. Watching. Measuring.

Felix tilted his head. “Unlike you, who keeps scanning me like I’m radioactive?”

Peter finally looked at him. “You’re... different today. Gear, posture, presence. What’s going on with you?” not really asking.

**“S.A.M.,”** Felix thought, keeping his eyes on the window. **“Peter keeps eyeballing me like I’m the lizard in his lab.”**

**“Want me to run a scan?”**

**“Yeah. Quietly.”**

**“Initiating discreet scan... anomaly detected. Peter Parker: elevated muscle density, increased reflex response, mild radiation signature. Accessing the internet...”**

**“Match found. Spider-Man identity probability: 99.8%.”**

Felix smirked faintly to himself.

**“Called it.”**

He glanced at Peter again. Friendly. Familiar.

And now? A whole lot more interesting.

### **Gwen’s POV**

Gwen Stacy sat near the front of the bus, earbuds in, music low. One hand tapped against her backpack, the other curled loosely beneath her chin. The ride to Midtown was routine—but lately, her mornings felt different. Off. Like something buzzed just beneath the surface.

The bus doors slid open.

Felix Drake stepped on.

On paper, he was normal. Tragic backstory. Smart. A little reserved, but not unfriendly. Teachers liked him. He didn’t cause trouble.

But ever since that *accident*—the one that let her *meet herself*, quite literally, in another universe—Gwen had started trusting her instincts more.

And her instincts told her Felix Drake wasn’t just some smart kid trying to survive high school any more.

Their eyes met.

He blinked.

Still watching.

He gave her a short nod, smirked, and moved to sit next to Peter.

That tingle at the base of her neck returned. Not dangerous. Not exactly. But definitely *something*.

Her eyes dropped to his wrist. A device—not StarkTech. Not Oscorp. Sleeker. Smarter?

She tugged her hoodie sleeve up and tapped her smartwatch, opening her notes.

**Felix Drake – Watch list.**

She hesitated.

Then added:

*Multiversal variance potential?*

Just in case.

Awesome—let’s expand MJ’s POV to give her more depth and intuition. We’ll show her emotional awareness, a sharp sense of observation, and hint that she’s more connected than anyone realizes. Here's the updated and expanded MJ section:

### **MJ’s POV**

MJ Watson sat sideways in her seat near the back of the bus, boots propped on the edge of the vinyl cushion, earbuds in but no music playing. She liked hearing things. Conversations. Silence. What people said when they thought no one was listening.

Lately, the *quiet* had been saying a lot.

She glanced up just in time to see Felix step on. Hoodie up, bag slung, his usual storm-cloud energy wrapped around him like armor. But something was *different*.

Not just the tech—though yeah, she saw the watch, the glasses, the gear that didn’t exist in any store. No, it was deeper than that. The way he walked. Like someone who’d made a choice. Like someone with a purpose.

She tracked him down the aisle. Gwen was staring again—openly, this time. That was new. Gwen didn’t stare unless she was trying to solve a puzzle.

Felix smirked at her as he passed. Gwen didn’t flinch.

**Definitely something there.**

Then he dropped into the seat beside Peter, and that? That was even more interesting.

They were friends, sure. Nerd bond, probably. But they weren’t usually *this* close. Now they sat shoulder-to-shoulder, low voices and sideways glances. MJ wasn’t buying it.

She pulled out her phone and opened a note she’d been quietly updating all week.

**Felix Drake

– Gear upgraded overnight

– Gwen noticing

– Peter...weirdly quiet

– Something changed.**

She tapped her pen against her lip, thinking.

Peter had been off lately. Not in a bad way—just... distracted. Smarter, faster, twitchier. Like he was half in another life. The bruises that never made sense. The way he looked at danger like it was an old friend.

And now Felix?

MJ narrowed her eyes, watching him laugh softly at something Peter said, gaze flicking back to Gwen like he was threading a web only *he* could see.

High school has never been boring. But lately?

It was starting to feel like Act One of a much bigger story.

She tu

cked her phone away and leaned back, arms folded, smirk tugging at her mouth.

"Keep your secrets, boys," she thought.

"But I’m watching."

Chapter 3: Threads of Fate

The morning sun glinted off the glass doors of Midtown High, casting sharp lines across the sidewalk as Felix Drake walked in step with his friends. The group of five stood out in the usual shuffle of students—Peter Parker with his ever-curious gaze, Gwen Stacy hiding sharp observation behind her cool demeanor, MJ Watson flipping through a sketchbook even as she walked, and Harry Osborn casually tossing a tennis ball from hand to hand, his presence as magnetic as ever as he joined the group.

Felix adjusted the strap of his bag, glancing up at the school building. His AR glasses—disguised as ordinary lenses—flickered softly with activity as S.A.M., his ever-watchful AI companion, pinged him.

**[SYSTEM UPDATE]**

Karma Gacha System: Active

Tracking Karma... initializing.

Opportunity Detected: Change the fate of a subject within proximity.

Subject: Lisa Tran — Sophomore, GPA 3.9, current trajectory: burnout and emotional collapse.

Reward Tier: IRON BOX — Tier II

Felix blinked. "Here we go," he muttered.

"Something up?" Peter asked, walking beside him.

"Nah. Just... felt like something clicked, y'know?" Felix gave a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Peter studied him. Felix had been different today—more focused, eyes sharper, like he was always seeing something others couldn’t but it was sharper. Whatever he’d gotten into over the past month had changed him and coalesced today. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a way Peter recognized. It was the same look he’d had after the spider bite: burdened by purpose and change.

Inside, the school buzzed with the usual chaos. Gwen brushed past Felix to reach her locker, brushing her shoulder against his.

"You’ve been spacing out a lot lately, Mr. Drake," she said, tossing him a sideways glance.

"Just thinking," Felix replied.

"Dangerous habit around here," Gwen teased. Her smirk didn’t last long, though. Her eyes scanned him again, analyzing.

MJ leaned on the locker next to Peter, eyes flicking between Felix and Gwen. "You two look like you’re talking in code. Should I be worried?"

"Only if Felix starts glowing or flying. Then we’ll know he’s finally cracked," Gwen shot back.

Felix chuckled, but his mind was already moving. **Lisa Tran.** He ran a search through the student records using the scanner function built into his Omni-Gauntlet, disguised as a smartwatch.

Lisa was seated alone in the homeroom, headphones in, sketching furiously in the margins of her notebook. From the scan, S.A.M. flagged her elevated cortisol levels, irregular sleep patterns, and a sharp drop in social interactions.

**[S.A.M.]**: "Subject nearing emotional overload. Recommendation: low-stress positive interaction. Establish trust. Goal: alter outcome."

"Looks like you’ve got a target," Felix whispered under his breath.

---

Peter’s POV:

Felix was hiding something. Peter had watched him scan the room the way he sometimes did rooftops—calculating, always aware. It was subtle, but Peter was good at subtle things.

He didn’t think Felix was dangerous, but he *was* different. The guy had tech Peter couldn’t even trace, and he was somehow always one step ahead in class today. Even Gwen had noticed.

They sat in chemistry together that morning. Felix answered three questions before Peter could even raise his hand. Gwen caught his eye and raised an eyebrow.

"You slipping, Parker?"

"Guess I’m distracted," Peter muttered, but he kept looking at Felix. The guy was always writing something in his notebook—not class notes, either. Diagrams, calculations... patterns.

Peter wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or worried, maybe both.

---

After the second period, Felix finally found an opening. Lisa was at her locker, struggling to fit a folder that had been torn at the spine back into her bag.

"Hey," Felix said, stepping up beside her. "You dropped this."

She turned, startled, as he handed her a small keychain that had fallen to the ground.

"Oh—thanks," she said, eyes narrowing with caution.

"You in Mr. Lewis’s chem class too, right? You sketch during lectures. I saw one of those notebook margins. You’re *really* good."

Lisa blinked, confused by the compliment, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Uh... thanks. I didn’t think anyone noticed."

Felix shrugged. "Hard not to. You’ve got style. I’m working on some designs for a thing—maybe we could compare notes sometime?"

"Designs for what?"

He smiled. "Secret project. But I think your perspective could help."

---

**[SYSTEM UPDATE]**

Karma Shift: +30 (Positive Interaction — Emotional Lift)

Milestone Progress: Fate Change (60%)

---

Lunch came and went. Peter, Gwen, and MJ sat at their usual spot on the quad bench.

Harry arrived late, looking vaguely annoyed but still grinning. “You will not *believe* the call I just had with my dad. Dude tried to lecture me for ‘not being aggressive enough with the student council budget.’ Like I care.”

“You’re still running for treasurer?” Gwen asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, because I like pain,” Harry said dramatically. He flopped down beside MJ, then leaned over to glance at Felix, who was scribbling something into a worn black notebook filled with diagrams and little glowing annotations from his AR lenses.

“What about you, tech guy?” Harry smirked. “Gonna build a campaign drone or something?”

Felix didn’t even look up. “Tempting.”

MJ laughed. “Please let it give speeches in your voice. That would be terrifying *and* iconic.”

Felix raised his hands in mock surrender. "Guilty."

But as he laughed along with them, he checked his Omni-Gauntlet. The Karma Gacha System pulsed faintly.

**[SYSTEM UPDATE]**

Fate Intervention: Complete

Subject: Lisa Tran — Future Path Shifted: Creative scholarship confirmed. Emotional health stabilized.

REWARD: IRON BOX — TIER II

[OPEN? Y/N]

Felix tapped **Y**.

**[REWARD ACQUIRED]**

Tech Blueprint: Medi-Gel (Mass Effect universe) — Basic formulation unlocked.

Tech Blueprint: omni-scanner (Mass Effect) — Now available for full diagnostic scans.

Tech Blueprint: basic focus (Horizon Zero Dawn)— Production-ready schematic. Scalable with minimal resources.

Absolutely! Here's a revised version that blends *your original ending* with the new scene naturally, keeping the tone and flow intact while leading to the group decision:

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He grinned.

This was just the beginning.

Peter caught the change in his expression and narrowed his eyes.

Gwen leaned in closer to Peter. "He did it again. That look."

Peter nodded slowly. "Yeah. Something’s definitely up."

And Felix? He just walked ahead of them, the quiet hum of the system in his ear and the sense of something larger stirring beneath his every step.

The Forge would be busy tonight.

But he didn’t get far.

Gwen caught up first, matching his stride. “Okay, Drake. Spill. You’ve been acting like you’re on a mission from space.”

Peter flanked his other side. “And carrying around designs like you’re Stark’s secret intern.”

Felix laughed, but they didn’t back off. Gwen arched her brow. Peter gave him that stubborn tilt of the head he usually reserved for bad ideas.

“You’re coming clean,” Gwen said. “After school. We’re going to your place.”

“Yeah,” Peter added. “No more dodging.”

Felix raised his hands in mock surrender. “Wow. Ambushed by the science club.”

Behind them, MJ and Harry exchanged a look as they strolled up, catching just enough of the conversation to smirk.

“Don’t forget us,” they said in perfect sync.

Felix looked at all four of them, then shook his head with a crooked smile forming.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. After school. Just… be ready.”

He walked ahead, and for a moment, none of them spoke.

Peter looked at Gwen. “He’s hiding something.”

She nodded. “Yeah. But not for long.”