Multiverse Shenanigans: Raja's Journey

"System, check the Lucy movie universe and take me one month before the movie starts; make me an 18-year-old Indian boy in Taiwan."

The digital voice of MAYA, my trusty system AI, confirmed the request, and before I knew it, I was blinking into the neon-lit streets of Taipei, Taiwan. The chilly air slapped my face as I took in the cityscape around me. I had one month to prepare. A month to transform from a nobody into the deadliest "nobody" this universe had ever seen.

The plan was simple: infiltrate the underworld, arm myself to the teeth, and make contact with Lucy, the soon-to-be god. The challenge? Getting a foothold in a country where even a golden retriever could smell I wasn't from around here.

Finding a Place Among Criminals: Operation 'Cuteness Overload'

Step one: get some money. But before that, I needed access to a computer.

What's the best way to gain access to things you don't have? Leverage charm and weaponize adorableness.

I strolled into a supermarket, my eyes zeroing in on a tired-looking Taiwanese milf browsing the cereal aisle. I approached her with the most Puss in Boots look I could muster—wide-eyed innocence, lips slightly quivering. Taiwanese or not, nobody could resist these baby browns.

Me (with maximum puppy dog eyes): "Ahjumma, can I please use your computer for a little bit? I'm lost and need to find my way."

She stared at me, blinking. Despite the cultural gap—and likely a deep-seated bias against non-Taiwanese—she couldn't say no. My Mandarin was good enough, thanks to MAYA, and her maternal instincts kicked in.

Milf: "Okay... but only for a few minutes."

Step one complete. Cuteness wins every time.

On her PC, I pulled up Google Maps and memorized the locations of every shady district, every illegal bar, club, and brothel in Taipei. After draining some info on local gangs, I pocketed a couple of notes from her husband's forgotten wallet on the kitchen counter and left with a "thank you." Ahjumma would never know she'd just helped unleash the underworld's worst nightmare.

Organ Harvesting Gone Wrong

By nightfall, I had enough intel to kick-start my plan. I strolled through a dark alley in Taipei's most notorious district, hands stuffed in my pockets, whistling like a kid without a care in the world.

Of course, nothing ever goes as peacefully as a nighttime stroll. Right on cue, a bag slipped over my head, and I felt myself get yanked off the street.

Me (grinning under the bag): "Showtime."

I pretended to struggle, but honestly, I could've handled them in my sleep. They dragged me into some run-down warehouse straight out of a horror movie—classic organ-harvesting ring territory. Inside, women and children cowered in cages, some missing eyes or kidneys. The place reeked of desperation, and I could feel the rage bubbling up inside me.

Me (inward monologue): "Organ traffickers. Wonderful. It's like someone wrapped a bunch of scum in a bow and handed them to me."

A sinister smile curled on my lips as I surveyed the scene. The door clanged shut behind me as the thugs dumped me in a room with other captives.

I turned to one of the women—a frightened, middle-aged woman guarding some of the kids.

Me (grinning): "Don't worry. I'll be back in a jiffy. Just... keep the kids safe."

Confused, but desperate for hope, the woman nodded as I pulled a pin from my mouth and unlocked the cell door with the kind of finesse that would make any pickpocket jealous.

Me: "System, scan the building and mark all threats."

The digital interface lit up in my mind, mapping out each target, their positions, and their threat levels. Time for some Agent 47 moves.

Silent Takedown – Agent 47 Style

I stalked through the warehouse like a shadow, slipping from one room to another, incapacitating every guard without a sound. A quick choke hold here, a sleeper hold there. I was efficient, methodical, and—most importantly—not one drop of blood spilled. Killing them outright would've been too kind. No, I wanted them to suffer.

On the third floor, I found myself facing two guards wielding AK-47s. I caused a distraction by toppling over some boxes, drawing them toward the noise. The second they rounded the corner, I pounced—taking both down before they could blink.

Me (whispering): "AK-47s? Seriously? I feel like I'm in a bad action flick from the 90s."

Swapping into one of their uniforms, I strode confidently toward the operating room, where I spotted the ring leader—a sleazy doctor preparing to carve up a little girl. My blood boiled.

I crept up behind him, leaned in close, and whispered, "What's up, Doc?"

The guy practically wet himself as I delivered a solid punch, knocking him out cold. I rescued the girl and carried her back to the others, giving the women in the room one last instruction.

Me: "Any of you have a family member in the police or prosecution?"

A 20-year-old woman and a 10-year-old boy raised their hands.

Me: "Call them in the morning. Not now. Stay quiet. I've got some business to finish."

Burn, Baby, Burn

After tying up the gang members, I hauled them outside to a nearby truck container and began mixing chemicals I found in the warehouse into a slow-burning liquid. As they woke up, bound and panicking, I poured the concoction on them and lit the match.

Gang Leader (screaming): "Who the hell are you?!"

I smirked, watching the flames lick at their feet, slowly growing hotter.

Me: "You guys love burning through people. Time to experience it firsthand."

As their screams filled the night, I calmly watched, waiting for the flames to take them. They begged, pleaded, and threatened, but I just leaned back against the truck, arms crossed, letting the fire finish the job.

The Rise of Vengeance

From that day forward, I became Vengeance, a one-man wrecking crew targeting child traffickers and organ dealers across Taipei. I stole their money, seized their weapons, and became a whispered legend in the underworld. The city's darkest corners knew fear, and it had my name attached.

One Month Later – Enter Lucy

I leaned against my car, parked just outside a fancy hotel, watching Lucy and her slimeball boyfriend argue through the lobby window. She was one delivery away from her fate—one briefcase of drugs away from becoming a god. I watched her hesitant steps, her reluctance to accept the job, but eventually, she agreed.

Soon after, Lucy found herself in the clutches of the mafia. The drug, CPH4, was sewn into her stomach, and she was brutally kicked, knocking her out.

As she lay unconscious in a dingy warehouse, I made my move.

Slipping inside, I dispatched the guards—no fancy theatrics this time, just quick, efficient kills. I scooped up Lucy, carried her to my van, and drove to my safe house.

Me (muttering): "Now, time to babysit a god."

The Operation – Extracting CPH4

I set Lucy up in my makeshift operating room. Using tools I'd gathered over the past month, I carefully removed the packet of CPH4 from her stomach. Most of the drug had already dissolved into her bloodstream, leaving just 5 grams. I stashed the remnants in my inventory, instructing the system to analyze it and recreate the formula.

As I stood over Lucy's sleeping form, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. She was about to become the most powerful being on the planet—and I was along for the ride.

Me (grinning): "System, she can't read my mind, right?"

MAYA: "No worries, boss. Only fabricated memories are accessible. Your real thoughts and memories are safe."

I breathed a sigh of relief, crossing my arms.

Me: "Good. Because I'm definitely not ready for her to find out I've been watching this entire movie play out like a nerd at Comic-Con."

I pulled up a chair and watched over Lucy, waiting for the moment she'd wake up and begin her journey to godhood.