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Chapter 1 - Info: EARTH 616X ( an alternate version of earth 616)

This is not the clean, cinematic world of the movies, nor the singular continuity of the comics. This is a Dense Reality—a high-stakes convergence where the Avengers operate out of the sleek Stark Tower in Midtown, while the X-Men struggle for civil rights in a Westchester mansion that the government has under 24/7 surveillance.

In this New York, the sky is shared by Iron Man and the Fantastic Four's Fantasti-Car, while the "Spider-Verse" is more than a theory—it's a localized phenomenon. Whispers of a "Spider-Society" haunt the web-slingers of the city, and the "Devil of Hell's Kitchen" is a terrifying urban legend that keeps the Maggia and the Kingpin's men on edge.

The Reality Stitching: How the Randomizer Works

The Randomizer 2,000 is more than a gift; it is a cosmic anomaly. To prevent the universe from rejecting foreign objects (like a Zen-Aku mask from Power Rangers or a T-Virus vial from Resident Evil), the System performs Retroactive Integration.

The Mechanic: When August pulls a "Mythic" or "Foreign" reward, the System "stitches" it into the timeline. If he draws a piece of Cybertronian tech, the world's history is subtly altered so that a small, unidentified meteor crashed in the 1970s, providing the "source" for that tech.

The Cost: These alterations create "Reality Friction." The more August pulls, the more unstable the world should become but doesn't, drawing the attention of entities like the Time Variance Authority (TVA) or Doctor Strange, and even Miguel O'Hara eventaully all of whome begin to notice that the laws of physics and history are shifting around a 17-year-old at Midtown High without damaging the structure of their universe.

The Turning Point: A Choice in Hell's Kitchen

August Wayne sat on his fire escape, staring at the neon "Josie's Bar" sign flickering in the rain. He was seventeen, handsome-looking( Thank God), and possessed an intelligence that barely cleared the bar for Peter Parker's friendship. He had no desire to be a hero. He'd seen what happened to heroes in this world—they got framed or have their minds taken over, they got "snapped, or just straight up have their entire past changed" or they ended up like Bruce Dawnes: dead before their time" he was a good guy" ( talking about himself).

"I'm just a guy," he told himself, checking the time on his phone. "One pull a day. I'll hoard the good stuff, sell the mundane stuff, and move me and my new family to another country preferably far away from New York, when I'm twenty-one."

But Hell's Kitchen never lets anyone stay a spectator.

A piercing scream cut through the sound of the rain. It was followed by the low, guttural snarl of a man who had nothing left to lose. August froze. His apartment overlooked a blind alley—a perfect kill-box.

He looked down. A woman was backed against a dumpster, her body shielding a small boy who couldn't have been more than six. A man in a tattered hoodie held a snub-nosed revolver, his hand shaking with a mix of withdrawal and desperation.

"Give me the bag! The kid's shoes, too! Everything!" the thug barked.

August felt his heart hammering against his ribs. He had no combat training. He wasn't Captain America. He was a teenager with a Gacha app. He could stay inside, call the police (who would arrive twenty minutes too late), and keep his "normal" life.

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