Ethan Whitethorn's life ended as suddenly as it began. One moment, he was crossing the street, headphones in, lost in the rhythm of his favorite song. The next, everything went dark.
But death wasn't the end. Instead, Ethan found himself in a place beyond comprehension—a realm of swirling lights and infinite calm. Before him stood a figure radiating warmth and power: God.
"Welcome, Ethan," the being spoke, voice echoing with kindness and authority. "Your time in your world has ended, but I offer you a new beginning."
Ethan blinked, trying to process what was happening. "A new beginning? Where?"
God gestured, and suddenly, visions appeared all around Ethan—worlds he'd only seen in comics, anime, and dreams. He saw the bustling cities of the Marvel Universe, the heroic figures of DC, the shinobi villages of Naruto, the fierce warriors of Dragon Ball, and even a glimpse of his old world.
"You may choose where you wish to be reborn: Marvel, DC, Naruto, Dragon Ball, or even your old world," God said gently.
Ethan hesitated, memories of his old life flooding back.
He remembered being 4'11", always the shortest in his class. The bullying, the laughter, the feeling of being overlooked. Yet, despite it all, he'd tried to be kind, to help others, to be a good person.
But there was so much more to Ethan than his height or the hardships he endured. He was 48 when he died, and in those years, he had become one of the brightest minds in his world. From a young age, Ethan's intelligence had set him apart. He devoured books on science, technology, and philosophy, always hungry for knowledge. By the time he was in high school, he was already tutoring college students. He earned multiple degrees—physics, engineering, computer science—and his groundbreaking research in artificial intelligence and renewable energy had changed lives.
Despite his achievements, Ethan never let success go to his head. He remained humble, always remembering the struggles of his youth. He volunteered at shelters, mentored underprivileged kids, and used his wealth to fund scholarships for those who needed a second chance. His kindness was legendary, and his sharp wit and gentle humor made him beloved by colleagues and friends alike.
Yet, for all his accomplishments, Ethan often felt alone. The scars of childhood bullying lingered, and he sometimes wondered if he truly belonged anywhere. Still, he faced each day with quiet determination, striving to make the world a better place.
God's eyes softened, a gentle warmth radiating from the divine presence. "You were a good soul, Ethan. Despite all you endured, you never let the world harden your heart. You used your gifts to help others, even when you felt invisible."
Ethan, still reeling from the cosmic visions, found himself blurting out, "Could I look like Henry Cavill? Muscles and all, like in the Justice League movie?" The request sounded ridiculous even to his own ears, but he couldn't help it—a lifetime of being overlooked, of wishing to be seen, spilled out in that one wish.
God's laughter was like rolling thunder, kind and amused. "As you wish. Now, choose your world."
Ethan looked at the swirling visions—Marvel, DC, Naruto, Dragon Ball, his old world. Each universe shimmered with possibility, but one called to him above all. He pointed, voice steady. "Marvel. I want to be reborn there."
God nodded, the lights shifting around them, casting Ethan in a kaleidoscope of colors. "Very well. You have two wishes before you go."
Ethan hesitated, the weight of eternity pressing down on him. He thought of all he'd lost, all he'd never had. "First, I wish to be born into a wealthy family."
God's expression turned somber, the warmth in his eyes tinged with sorrow. "Granted, but be aware: your family will be taken from you. That is for you to discover."
Ethan's heart clenched, but he nodded, accepting the price. "I understand. My second wish is for knowledge—to be smarter than Tony Stark."
"Granted. You will awaken in your new life at age 18, in New York City."
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Ethan's consciousness returned with a rush of sensation—soft sheets, the antiseptic scent of a hospital room, sunlight streaming through half-closed blinds. He felt different—taller, stronger, his body unfamiliar yet powerful. He flexed his hands, marveling at the strength in his arms, the breadth of his shoulders. He caught a glimpse of himself in the window's reflection: striking features, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that would make even superheroes jealous.
Sitting beside him was an older man in a crisp suit, his face lined with concern and loyalty.
"Master Ethan," the man said gently, his voice trembling with relief, "I am Sam, your butler and legal guardian. You've been in a coma since… since your family was taken from us. I'm so sorry. The doctors said you might not wake up."
Ethan's memories—both old and new—swirled in his mind. He realized the original Ethan had passed, and now he, with all his memories and new attributes, had taken his place.
Sam continued, "You're safe now, and I'll help you with anything you need. Welcome back, Master Whitethorn."
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Ethan moved through the world like a ghost, quietly observing everything. The hospital TV played endless news coverage of the recent alien invasion—Loki's attack on New York. Footage of the Avengers battling in the streets played on every channel, and Stark Tower's damaged "A" was now a city landmark. The city outside buzzed with a nervous energy, people glancing skyward as if expecting another portal to open at any moment.
It didn't take long for Ethan to realize he was in the movie version of the Marvel Universe, and the timeline was just after the events of the first Avengers film. He pieced together the details through television, newspapers, and overheard conversations. The world was still reeling from the attack, and superheroes were now household names. Ethan felt a mix of awe and anxiety—he knew what was coming next in this universe, and it was both exciting and terrifying.
He also spent time adjusting to his new body. Every movement felt powerful, effortless. He tested his strength in private, amazed at how easily he could lift heavy objects or sprint down the hospital corridor. The confidence that came with his new appearance was intoxicating, but he never forgot the years of being overlooked and underestimated.
One morning, Sam entered Ethan's room carrying a stack of documents. "Master Ethan, there are some legal matters that require your attention. With your parents gone, all their properties and shares in White Corp must be transferred to you."
Ethan nodded, signing the papers where Sam indicated. When they finished, Sam handed him a summary sheet. "You now hold ninety percent of the company's shares. The rest are divided among a few board members and long-time partners."
Ethan glanced at the numbers, surprised by the sheer scale of his inheritance. "What exactly does White Corp do?" he asked.
Sam straightened, his tone becoming more formal. "White Corp is a multinational conglomerate, on par with Oscorp and Stark Industries. We have divisions in real estate, technology, car manufacturing, and military contracts. Until recently, we partnered with Stark Industries for advanced armor and weapons development. Since Mr. Stark stepped away from weapons, those contracts are now solely with us. However, since your parents' deaths nearly seven months ago, the company has struggled. Profits are down, and several projects have stalled."
Ethan absorbed the information, his mind already racing with possibilities. "How much money do we have to spare?" he asked.
Sam handed him a detailed financial report. "Our main source of income is the technology sector. While other divisions are stable, it's our tech innovations that keep us afloat. But without strong leadership, even that is at risk."
Ethan studied the documents, noting the company's assets, ongoing projects, and cash reserves. He realized that, despite the recent setbacks, White Corp still had enormous potential. "Sam, I want everything you have on the company—history, current projects, financials, everything."
Sam nodded. "I'll have it all delivered to your study."
Left alone, Ethan pored over the files. White Corp's reach was vast: real estate holdings across the globe, cutting-edge technology patents, a respected car manufacturing arm, and lucrative military contracts. The partnership with Stark Industries had given them a technological edge, and now, with those contracts fully under White Corp's control, the company's future rested in his hands.
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Ethan stood in the grand meeting room of the Whitethorn estate's White Corp headquarters, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, casting shifting patterns across the polished floor. The room was sleek and modern, with a long, gleaming table stretching down the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs. The glass walls offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, making the space feel open and filled with possibility. Stacks of reports and blueprints covered the table, but Ethan's mind was already racing ahead.
He pressed the intercom button. "Sam, please call all the company heads to the main meeting room. I want everyone present—no exceptions."
"Yes, Master Ethan. Right away," Sam replied, his voice steady and reassuring.
Within the hour, the heads of White Corp's divisions—real estate, car manufacturing, military contracts, and, most importantly, technology—filed into the glass-walled meeting room. The board members took their seats, some curious, others wary. At the far end sat Mr. Harold Grayson, a senior board member known for his conservative views and sharp tongue.
Ethan entered, the cityscape behind him, commanding attention. He looked each leader in the eye before speaking.
"Thank you all for coming on short notice," Ethan began. "I know the company has faced challenges since my parents' passing. But I believe White Corp's future is brighter than ever—if we're willing to adapt."
He tapped the screen at the end of the table, displaying charts and projections on a glass panel. "Our technology sector, particularly artificial intelligence, could be our greatest asset. I propose we double down on AI innovation—invest in automation and green tech. We'll modernize every division, streamline operations, and form new partnerships. This is how we reclaim our place at the top."
A murmur rippled through the room. Some nodded, intrigued. Others exchanged uncertain glances, their reflections visible in the glass walls.
Suddenly, Harold Grayson slammed his hand on the table. "This is madness!" he barked, his voice echoing off the glass. "You're gambling the company's future on unproven ideas and risky technologies. We've survived by being cautious, not reckless. If you go through with this, Ethan, you'll be the end of White Corp!"
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to Ethan, waiting for his response.
Ethan met Harold's glare with calm determination. "I understand your concerns, Mr. Grayson. But the world is changing, and so must we. I'd rather risk bold progress than fade into irrelevance. I'm not asking for blind faith—just a chance to prove that AI-driven innovation is our path forward."
The tension hung in the air, the company's fate balanced on the edge of a new beginning, the city stretching out beyond the glass.
As the tension in the meeting room lingered, Ethan took a steady breath and tapped the screen again. A new slide appeared, displaying the word: Project Beyond.
"I want to show you all something," Ethan said, his voice calm but filled with conviction. "Our future isn't just about catching up—it's about leaping ahead. That's why I'm proposing Project Beyond: an initiative to develop the most advanced artificial intelligence the world has ever seen."
Ms. Patel leaned forward, curiosity shining in her eyes. "What exactly would this AI do?"
Ethan smiled. "Everything we don't want to do. Scheduling meetings, handling reports, managing communications, optimizing workflows—Beyond's AI, which I'm calling Rex, will take care of all the tedious, repetitive tasks that slow us down. But it won't just follow orders—it will anticipate needs, solve problems, and make sure nothing falls through the cracks. Rex will be the ultimate assistant, working tirelessly and without question."
Mr. Chen looked skeptical. "You think every business will want this?"
Ethan nodded. "Absolutely. Imagine an AI that can handle the day-to-day grind for any company, making everything run smoother and more efficiently. Beyond will be the next big thing—something every business in the world will want. With Rex at its core, we'll set a new standard for productivity and innovation."
Harold Grayson frowned. "And how is this different from what Stark had with JARVIS?"
Ethan's expression grew serious. "Rex isn't just another digital butler. It's not about flashy tech or superhero antics. Rex will be the backbone of White Corp. It will learn, adapt, and protect our interests, but always remain under human control."
The boardroom was silent, the city lights glinting off the glass walls as Ethan's vision for the future took shape.
The boardroom was quiet for a moment, then Ms. Patel broke the silence. "I support your vision, Ethan. If you believe in this, I trust you'll put your all into it."
Mr. Chen nodded. "You have my support as well. Let's see what Beyond can do."
One by one, the other division heads voiced their agreement. Even Harold Grayson, though still wary, gave a reluctant nod. "Just don't let us down, Ethan."
Ethan smiled, gratitude and determination shining in his eyes. "Thank you. I won't."
After the meeting, Ethan made his way to his private office—perched on the 100th floor, high above the city. The space was sleek and modern, with a wall of windows offering a breathtaking view of the skyline. He sat in his leather chair and tapped a hidden button on his desk. Instantly, a holographic computer interface shimmered to life, filling the air with soft blue light.
"Welcome, Ethan Whitethorn," the computer intoned. "You now have access to all files."
Ethan reached out and tapped a folder icon. The hologram shifted, transporting him to a virtual page filled with his parents' secret projects—work they'd kept hidden from the board and the world.
He scanned the files, eyes widening as he realized the scope of their research. There were blueprints and notes for a super soldier serum, formulas for a potential cure for cancer, and a project labeled "Quantum Gateway"—a device that could theoretically open portals to other dimensions. Another folder contained plans for a nanotech medical suite, capable of healing injuries in seconds, and a prototype for a clean energy reactor that could power an entire city.
As Ethan scrolled through the files, his hand brushed against a seam on his leather chair. Suddenly, with a soft hiss, a set of double doors swung open, seamlessly blending into the office's wall.
Curious, Ethan stood and stepped through the doors. He found himself in a secret room hidden within his office. The space was a high-tech workshop, every surface gleaming with advanced technology. Workbenches lined the walls, stocked with tools and materials. Robotic arms hung from the ceiling, ready to assist. In the center stood a massive monitor, waiting for input.
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He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of destiny settle on his shoulders. "Computer, display all files related to Project Beyond and Rex," he commanded.
Instantly, the monitor filled with schematics, code fragments, and research notes—some his own, some left behind by the previous Ethan. He marveled at the complexity and brilliance of the work. The original Ethan Whitethorn had been a genius, his mind rivaling even Tony Stark's. Now, with two lifetimes of knowledge, Ethan felt unstoppable.
He set to work, fingers flying across the holographic keyboard. He refined Rex's core protocols, ensuring the AI would be fiercely loyal to him and Sam, and that its true capabilities would remain hidden from everyone else. Rex would be more than just an assistant—it would be a guardian, a strategist, and a silent partner in every decision.
Hours passed in a blur. Ethan lost himself in the flow of creation, drawing on his parents' research for inspiration. He integrated elements from the nanotech medical suite, giving Rex the ability to monitor health and deploy emergency medical drones if needed. He linked the AI to the building's security systems, granting it control over every camera, lock, and alarm. He even found a way to connect Rex to the Quantum Gateway project, allowing it to detect anomalies in space and time.
As dawn approached, Ethan leaned back, exhausted but exhilarated. The first version of Rex was ready.
He pressed a final key. The monitor flickered, and a calm, confident voice filled the room. "Good morning, Ethan. I am Rex. How may I serve you?"
Ethan smiled. "Welcome to the world, Rex."
Rex's avatar—a sleek, shifting geometric shape—appeared on the screen. "All systems are operational. I am ready to assist with Project Beyond and any other tasks you require."
Ethan's mind raced with possibilities. With Rex at his side, there was nothing he couldn't accomplish. But he knew he had to be careful. The world wasn't ready for an AI like this—not yet.
He stood and stretched, glancing at the folders containing his parents' secret projects. There was so much more to uncover: the super soldier serum, the cancer cure, and the Quantum Gateway. Each one had the potential to change the world—or destroy it.
After working tirelessly for ten hours, he noticed it was now 12 AM. Exhausted, he decided to start with a simpler version of the project. As he sat down to begin, sleep overtook him, and he drifted off, leaving the mysteries of the projects for another day.