[Chaos in Marvel] Ch: 1 [Dan Ignet]

Tags: Evil MC, Harem.🫡👍

Synopsis:

Dan Ignet, an ancient being of unparalleled malevolence, once brought the Marvel Universe to the brink of collapse, wreaking havoc across hundreds of realities. His insatiable greed for power led to a confrontation with the One Above All, the supreme entity overseeing the Marvel Multiverse. Defeated and sealed in a timeless void, Dan was condemned to an eternity of nothingness, stripped of his power, and left to languish in darkness.

Centuries passed in the void, until a crack in the fabric of his prison allowed Dan to escape—into the body of Aron Hale, a teenage boy from a wealthy but troubled family. Trapped in this fragile new form, Dan struggles with the limitations of his human vessel, his once godlike powers reduced to nothing. However, the remnants of Aron's memories provide him with critical knowledge about his new world, one filled with superheroes, mutants, and villains of immense power.

Dan Ignet begins a slow, calculated descent into chaos.

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AN: Long chapter. over 3k words.

Silver tier: 5 chs

Gold: 12 chs

Platinum and above: 17-20 chs

Release rate: No idea. I'll write when I have a little break from the ongoing ones.

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"You are nothing but an anomaly. A life that was out of the grand calculus of destiny. And yet you have somehow interfered in this story for far too long. Dan Ignet, you and your power don't belong to my multiverse. The chaos you have unleashed upon my creation is beyond anything neither I, One Above All, nor One Below All could have ever conceived or even dreamt of. You have driven me, for lack of a better description, insane!"

One Above All's giant cloudy face appeared on the sky of an unknown planet, looking down at Dan Ignet, an evil being of power so strong, not even the entity that controls all Marvel had been able to beat. "Are you saying it's my fault? Look, old man, I'm not trying to break your toy boxes." Dan said as he crossed his arms, floating in the air as he looked up at the all-powerful Marvel entity. "But, in case you couldn't tell, your universe is crumbling from existence due to the anomalous energies of other universes." He finished, saying that while shrugging.

"As for me, I never wanted to come here in the very first place, and yet..." He smiled widely. "Here we are... The Ultimate Being vs The Ultimate Evil. I wonder, what kind of chaos and destruction our legendary battle could unleash. Can you even protect your own creation from your own power?" A large evil grin spread over the 'face' of Dan Ignet. "You'll have to create them once again from scratch, only after we destroy everything you ever build." He pointed at the sky, a red wave leaving the tip of his fingers and reaching far above, then...

BANG! A big hole was blown open over the entire universe, allowing an endless amount of matter from other universes to come in. Dan began flying fast and breaking through the gigantic hole he had just created, towards the other side, to cause destruction throughout other universes in that infinite multiverse. "LET THE CHAOS UNLEASH! FOR EVIL TO WIN!" Dan screamed with laughter.

Well, things could have gone Dan's way had he not underestimated One Above All... Had he taken his time to gain his 100% of powers... Had he understood the concept behind the laws of that universe... If only that wasn't the case. Alas, he didn't. He was strong, yes, but at his 60% strength, in a new universe, new enemies, new power... He didn't stand a chance. His arrogance took the best of him. Within 50 hours of his arrival in the Marvel universe, he destroyed and absorbed over 300 realities. He became... Almost unbeatable. Even The Living Tribunal suffered massive injury from him, forcing One Above All to intervene himself to prevent his own existence from fading away.

"You foolish creature!" One Above All said as his giant hand caught Dan, suppressing all his power almost instantly. Dan couldn't do anything as the omnipotent being drained away the energy, the stolen energies he had taken, making them return back into the source worlds that came from. In the process of doing so, these energy-rich worlds were restored, making them have living beings back to life in them once again. "Since I've no control over someone's soul from another universe, I shall seal you in the void for eternity." The all-powerful god entity proclaimed. "Time will be your curse, for in the empty void there is no time. Time flows forward only because it flows between something. Alas, as you see now, time will slow to a complete halt around you, while you can do nothing to alter its path."

"HAHAHAHA! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! I'LL BE BACK... ONE DAY, I'LL PUT SO MUCH PAIN IN YOU THAT EVEN YOU WILL BEG ME TO END YOU! THAT'S A PROMISE!" Dan's laughter echoed in the infinite vacuum of space, while in his mind he remembered he didn't make good promises... He was sure this one would come to fruition, somehow. One Above All answered nothing, merely giving a cold glance. For there would be no more time in the prison... no flow.

1 year went by...

2 years went by...

215,217 years...

An unknown amount of time went by...

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Dan Ignet's awareness began to awaken, like a thin trail of smoke in the void, turning and bending as it tried to take shape after a long period of inactivity. He had been surrounded by complete darkness for hundreds of years, a deep sleep that had wrapped him in a shell of emptiness. Time had no significance in the deep hole he had been thrown into—a banishment meant to last forever. But something had shifted. There was a small break in the emptiness, a gap that let a tiny bit of the world outside slip in. It was this slight disruption that woke him up, drawing him back from the edge of timeless oblivion.

Dan was suddenly and intensely brought back to consciousness. His senses, which had been slow and unresponsive for a while, suddenly came alive, hitting him with a mix of known and strange feelings. The environment he found himself in was warm and somewhat gentle, with a subtle scent of well-treated wood and high-end cologne. This was a big change from his last recollection of a cold, dark emptiness he had been locked away in.

He suddenly woke up, and everything around him was unclear for a moment. His eyesight, which used to be good enough to see tiny details in old symbols, now had trouble focusing. He blinked, trying to understand where he was. Gradually, the fog in his mind cleared, and he realized he was looking at a ceiling that wasn't the old stone one he remembered. This ceiling was clean and white, with fancy decorations that showed it belonged to a rich place. A crystal chandelier hung above him, its pendants tinkling softly in the breeze from a nearby open window.

This was not where he was supposed to be. He had been sealed away, entombed in a prison of his own making, designed to contain his power until the end of time itself. Yet here he was, alive and…different.

He tried to sit up, but the movement was awkward and uncoordinated. He felt weak, his limbs strange and unresponsive. As he struggled to rise, his eyes caught sight of something that sent a jolt of shock through him—a hand, small and slender, smooth with youth, nothing like the hands he remembered. These were not the gnarled, scarred hands of a centuries-old sorcerer; they were the hands of a boy.

Dan's heart pounded as he stood up on his wobbly legs, his senses were coming back, slowly. He looked down at himself, at the body he now inhabited. The blankets fell away to reveal a form that was undeniably young. His chest, his arms, everything was wrong. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt—he was in the body of a teenager.

A surge of anger welled up inside him, but it was tempered by confusion.

How could this have happened?

His soul, his essence, was supposed to be eternal, and indomitable, yet here he was, trapped in the fragile body of a child. The injustice of it gnawed at him, but there was no time for rage—not yet. Since he's still alive and there's no interference from All Above One, this was his new chance to make a comeback and drown this world in chaos once again.

However, the mistake he made in the past, he wasn't going to make it this time. He would slowly acquire powers, and learn about this universe and its rules, its power system, and how things really worked, unlike last time when he was weak and underpowered, and quickly ended up in a mess, unable to contain his greed for power, forcing him to draw attention and begin a battle with One Above All.

Dan pulled the collar of the shirt to cover his neck as the breeze from the nearby window made him shudder. He couldn't move very far without shaking, and it wasn't the weakness that caused his discomposure but the reality that a new set of sensory information was slowly unfolding before him.

This was not what he expected at all. His new form was sensitive, fragile, and impossibly, incomprehensibly weak! There was something wrong with it; a sickness, a terrible feeling, as if his spirit was trapped in a weakling's body. A rush of dismay raced through Dan, followed by another thought—a sickening one, yet not so unreasonable.

His power was gone.

He was alone with his thoughts as he pondered the implications of this. Alone with the awful sense that everything he had once held was slipping through his grasp and into the hands of this unknown and uncaring world.

However, despite that, a large grin with eyes filled with insanity began appearing on his face as a plan of chaos began to form inside his head. The thought of gaining his power back once again from zero and fixing the mistakes he made in his past life while gaining his power, not to mention the thought of gaining new power in this universe, and eventually ascending to become stronger than that all-knowing, all-powerful 'All Above One', was such a delight.

Dan licked his lips unconsciously, the dark pleasure of his mind shining through his new appearance.

"Aron Hale," He mumbled. He could feel the faint remnants of the boy’s existence within him, a fleeting ghost of a memory, already fading into the background. Dan Ignet knew that soon Aron Hale's consciousness would be gone, devoured by his own. So, he decided to take a peek into the fading memories to get a general idea of his situation.

Slowly, Dan began to sift through these memories, unraveling the threads of Aron's life, seeking to understand the new world he had been thrust into and the circumstances that had led to his rebirth.

Aron Hale, who had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth into a life of wealth and luxury; the son of a wealthy oil tycoon for whom traveling abroad was more important than staying at home. The sprawling estate where Aron had grown up was a testament to their family’s wealth—marble floors, grand staircases, rooms filled with expensive art, and every luxury one could imagine. But even with privilege, his life had been anything but easy for Aron. His mother had passed away when at a young age and now he was alone with nobody to care for him in this world that sometimes got so cold. The servants were respectful, and his father’s absences left a void that no amount of wealth could fill.

Aron had been a quiet child, introspective and withdrawn, his powers manifesting at a young age. The ability to augment or weaken the powers of others had been a gift, one he had learned to control in secret. He had named it Power Augmentation, though he had never dared to use it openly. His father had always warned him of the dangers of standing out, of being different in a world that feared what it didn’t understand. Aron had taken those words to heart, concealing his abilities, living in the shadows of his own home.

But there was one person who had seen through the facade—Aron’s adopted brother. From the moment they had met, there had been an unspoken tension between them, a rivalry that had grown more intense with each passing year. Aron had always tried to keep the peace, to be the good son, but his brother had resented him, envied him, and, most importantly, feared him.

Dan dug even deeper into his memories, putting the pieces of the puzzle together that brought him into this position. Aron’s brother had been the source of countless “accidents,” each one more dangerous than the last. A slip down the stairs, a car’s brakes failing at the worst possible moment, a gas leak in the kitchen—all of them close calls that Aron had barely survived. But last night had been different.

Aron was in his room getting ready for bed when he heard a noise behind him. He had barely turned and his brother was there in the doorway, a chill calculated look set deeply within them. There had been no time to react before a sharp pain had exploded in Aron’s chest. He had looked down to see a knife, buried to the hilt, his brother’s hand still gripping the handle.

“You... Cough! A mutant too?!" Aron's voice trembled. His brother was standing near the door, but before he could even blink, he appeared before him and even stabbed him, without him realizing it before it was too late.

"Hahaha... Hahahah! Of course, I am. You think you're the only special one in this family?" His brother spoke as he twisted the knife. "You're so pathetic. I keep asking Dad about your power, but he won't even open his mouth. I keep asking you, even you motherfucker refuse to tell me. I created countless scenarios to force you to use your power, yet you always remained silent, hiding in your shell like a scared little mouse. Tsk! What a fucking coward!" He laughed mockingly.

"You... Why?" Aron asked, coughing up blood as he felt his life slipping away.

"Why? Simply because I want everything you have. I was afraid of your power, but seeing how you didn't use it till now, even now that is... I guess, it's either a lie or your mutation is too pathetic to pose a threat to me."

Aron tried to speak, to say something, but all that came out was a bloody gurgle as he fell to his knees, his strength fading.

"You know, Aron, I really envy you. You were born with everything—wealth, power, talent—and yet you never appreciated any of it. You just sat there, content to live in the shadows, never wanting for more. Well, I'm done waiting for my turn. From today onward, everything you own, everything you are, belongs to me. Enjoy the afterlife, brother."

Aron had tried to cry out, for someone—anyone—to hear him over the loud screams of his muscles in agony. His vision had wavered, his power ebbed away and as he toppled over the floor in retched pain — all he could see was that damned cold hand of a smile.

Dan Ignet's smile widened as he recalled Aron's final moments. They had been filled with pain and betrayal, but also a sense of resignation. "Hahahaha... Pain, betrayal, rage... Hahahaha... No matter the era or universe, humans always remain the same," He said with a wide smile. "Don't you worry, Aron. I'll kill him in the most painful way possible for you... A vengeance for you. An entertainment for me. Hahahah! I wonder what face that brother of yours is gonna make when he sees his dead brother standing before him alive once again!" Dan Ignet finished speaking as he began laughing maniacally.

"But before that, gotta see the rest of your memories. Show me the powerhouses of this world of yours. Heroes, villains, rules, and laws... Gotta know everything first before making my moves."

Dan Ignet's laughter continued as he closed his eyes and began looking through Aron Hale's remaining memories.

He saw glimpses of news reports, overheard conversations, and the whispered rumors that circulated among the people. He learned of the Avengers, a group of heroes who had saved the world countless times from threats beyond imagination. These were not just ordinary humans but beings of immense power—gods, super-soldiers, geniuses in armored suits, and hulking beasts of green rage. Then there was The Fantastic Four, with a guy with a rubber body, a guy with the ability to manipulate fire, a rock-like human, and a hot woman with the ability to create forcefield and invisibility.

"Interesting," Dan mused to himself, seeing the faces of these so-called heroes—Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, and others. "A god of thunder, a genius with a metal suit, and a beast with strength? Interesting. And then there's the Captain Marvel... Such a beautiful lady. But Susan Storm looks much more unique... Humm..." He licked his lips unconsciously.

But the Avengers were not the only forces at play in this universe.

Dan sifted through more memories and learned of the mutants—individuals born with special genes that granted them extraordinary powers. Aron had always been aware of their existence, although his own ability to augment or weaken others' powers had made him wary of revealing himself. The mutants lived in a world that both feared and hated them, a world where they were often hunted and persecuted. Among the most powerful of these mutants was Charles Xavier, a telepath of unmatched ability who led a school for young mutants, and Magneto, a master of magnetism who sought to assert mutant dominance over humanity.

"Ah, the eternal struggle between the oppressed and the oppressors," He sneered. "I wonder what would happen if they were to go out for an all-out war against each other? Hehehe... Death and chaos... Well, that gotta wait for now."

He continued to dig, learning about the S.H.I.E.L.D. organization, a global intelligence agency that had its hands in nearly every major event around the world. S.H.I.E.L.D. had been responsible for keeping the world safe from threats too large for ordinary governments to handle, and its director, Nick Fury, was a man of incredible resourcefulness and cunning.

Apart from the heroes, this world was filled with villains, each with their own ambitions, powers, and thirst for domination. Dan learned of Loki, the trickster god who had sought to conquer Earth, Ultrons, robots bent on destroying humanity, Doctor Doom, a genius evil magician, and then there were some rumors of a devil of some kind.

"The competition is fierce in this universe," Dan acknowledged, his grin fading for a moment as the last wisp of Aron's soul disappeared. He clenched his fists, trying to summon his old power, but other than a little dark wisp, there was nothing. "Humm... I need blood, resentment, rage, hatred, sadness... I need negative emotions to slowly regain my powers. Well, accidents, huh?! I got a nice idea..." An evil smile once again appeared on Dan Ignet's face as he began scheming his first chaos in this universe.