A full year.
That's how long I spent hidden away in the silent heart of a nameless mountain, far removed from Kamar‑Taj, the Sanctums, the students, the Masters, and every set of eyes that might think they understand what I am. Even Nabu doesn't know about this place. Not a soul on Earth does. And that's how it must remain — because this is where I began the most forbidden project of my life.
My secret lab hummed with an eerie rhythm, powered not by mundane generators but by my own lightning. Arcs of azure energy crawled along the walls like living serpents, feeding machines of metal, crystal, and spellwork. Ancient grimoires sat opened on floating platforms. Dozens of sigils rotated in the air, illuminated in shifting colors. And at the center of the entire chamber, suspended within a reinforced, rune‑etched growth tank, was the result of hundreds of days of work.
My Vessel.My perfect body.My future.
Creating it was… insane. Even for me.
But facing entities like Darkseid would require strength beyond any ordinary sorcerer or magician. Even the Sorcerer Supreme only holds the line — but I intend to shatter that line, redraw it, and make sure even the cosmic tyrants take one step back when they hear my name.
I still remember the first day I found Agamotto's hair — that single mistake that led me down a path of collecting DNA like trophies. Agamotto. The Enchantress. Mephisto. Dormammu. Morgan le Fay. Shuma‑Gorath. Agatha Harkness. Doctor Doom. Doctor Strange. Merlin.
And myself.
All of it combined through Orochimaru's genetic mastery, which I learned thoroughly, ruthlessly, clinically.
No one must ever know.No one must ever suspect.And above all — my identity as a reincarnated soul stays buried deeper than this mountain.
The Gifts of Hell and Magic
I spent months isolating each piece of power, adjusting compatibility, rewriting strands of supernatural DNA, and stitching metaphysical traits into something cohesive.
From Mephisto, my Vessel inherited:
Godlike strength and durability
Immortality
Regeneration that borders on cheating
Superhuman speed and stamina
Demonic magic running like molten fire through its veins
If a demon lord hits it, the body will laugh.
From Dormammu, I secured:
A vast ocean of dark magic
Talent for energy manipulation fit for a ruler of the Dark Dimension
His power alone could turn a mortal insane, but this Vessel… it drank it in.
From Morgan le Fay, I integrated:
Her fairy heritage
A graceful increase to magic reserves
A sharper, more refined talent for true magic
She would kill me if she knew.Funny thought.
From Doctor Doom, ever a fortress of will and raw sorcery:
A fortification to reserves
A small but potent enhancement to talent
He doesn't give much, even in DNA.
From Doctor Strange, my old friend (even if he doesn't know it yet):
A vast boost in eldritch talent
More magic reserves, purer than most can imagine
The Eye of Agamotto would approve. Probably.
From Agatha Harkness:
Mastery of witchcraft woven straight into the Vessel
A comfortable increase to my magical stamina
From Shuma‑Gorath came the most dangerous gifts:
Immense mental might
Near-impenetrable telepathic shields
A genius for inventing spells
I had to isolate its corruptive influence. Even diluted, it tried whispering to me. It learned quickly that whispering is pointless when a mind cannot be breached.
And from Merlin…Oh, Merlin.
This was the turning point — the difference between power and supremacy.
His DNA granted:
Reality-warping potential
An ocean of magical energy deeper than dimensions
A mastery of time magic that could shame Chronos
Shapeshifting talent rivaling gods
Illusionary talent surpassing any fae
And most importantly…
A colossal, unbelievable leap in magical talent.
My Six Eyes resonated so hard with it that I nearly passed out the first time I merged the strands.
All this woven together, perfected, stabilized, and enhanced through my own abilities, forming something beyond human, beyond demon, beyond fae, beyond sorcerer.
A Vessel worthy of holding me.
Completion
Twelve months after I began, the body floated fully matured in the central tank. Its breathing was slow, steady, perfect. Its magical presence alone made the runes on the walls flicker in reverence.
It was beautiful in a terrifying way.
The runes flashed crimson as I disabled the growth tank. Fluid drained away. The vessel's chest rose and fell with artificial life. I approached, holding a silver syringe filled with a simple but effective sedative — nothing magical. I didn't want accidents.
I pressed the syringe into its neck.The body went limp.
Just how I needed it.
The Reincarnation
I stood before my new shell, gathering my power. The seal array beneath my feet spun like a turbine, awakened by my command. My soul stirred.
Living Corpse Reincarnation is ugly, brutal magic — far worse than any forbidden jutsu suggests. It forces the soul out of one vessel and into another with absolute precision. If done wrong, the soul shatters. If done slightly wrong, the mind fractures. If done perfectly…
You become something new.
I inhaled sharply.
"Time to ascend."
The world exploded into white light.
My soul ripped from my old body — fast, sharp, clean — like a surgeon's cut. I felt every nerve die behind me. Felt the emptiness. Felt the pull toward the new Vessel.
My consciousness slammed into the new form —A thunderclap.A roaring ocean.A storm of magic flooding through every corner of existence.
For a moment, I felt everything.Every spark of eldritch power.Every whisper of time itself.Every thread of reality.Every demonic ember.Every fae glimmer.Every psychic pulse.Every drop of overwhelming, absurd magical talent.
It was intoxicating.And terrifying.And beautiful.
My eyes snapped open — my new eyes — brighter, sharper, more powerful than before.
The Vessel was mine.Perfectly synchronized.No rejection.No resistance.No soul battling me for dominance.Just me.
Only me.
I slipped off the platform and landed with effortless grace, the stone beneath my bare feet cracking slightly under the vessel's natural strength. Magic curled around my fingers instinctively, responding to the slightest thought.
I smiled.
Now…Now I was ready.
Ready to fight demons.Ready to defend Earth.Ready to face cosmic tyrants.Ready to challenge Darkseid himself if it ever came to that.
A new era had begun.
And it belonged to me.