In Marvel with Doraemon’s gadgets

Ash grinned as he reached into his mysterious pocket. This time, he knew exactly what he was looking for. The Desire Mirror, he thought. He remembered it well from the Doraemon show. A mirror that could reshape your body into whatever you wanted it to be. The idea had been stuck in his mind since he realized his pocket had access to Doraemon's gadgets. If he was going to survive in this world, he needed to be prepared—and getting his body in top shape was the first step.

Pulling the mirror out, he held it up, admiring its sleek, shiny frame. The glass was spotless, reflecting his current face and body. "Alright, let's see if this works," he muttered, standing in front of it.

He held the mirror in both hands, staring at his reflection. "I'm keeping the face, of course," he said, chuckling to himself. He liked his face just fine, no need to mess with that. But he wasn't exactly thrilled with his old height. "Let's go for… six foot three," he decided.

As soon as he said it, the mirror shimmered. Ash felt a strange, tingling sensation wash over him, starting from his feet and working its way up. His legs lengthened, and in the reflection, he watched himself grow taller. Soon, he stood at his desired height of six feet three inches.

"Wow," Ash breathed, running a hand through his hair, now looking at his taller figure. He smirked. "This is so much better."

He wasn't done yet, though. He had always dreamed of having a fit, muscular body, but going to the gym and sticking to a routine had never been his thing. Now, he didn't need to worry about any of that.

"Let's get some abs going," he said to the mirror, focusing on the image he wanted to see. A lean, muscular frame, six-pack abs, well-defined arms—just like the athletes he used to watch on TV. The mirror shimmered again, and soon enough, his reflection matched the image in his mind. His stomach tightened, the abs appearing, and his arms looked strong and toned.

Ash stared at himself, feeling a rush of excitement. "I look like I've been working out for years," he said, laughing. He flexed his arms and admired the transformation. "I can't believe how easy that was. If I had this in my old world, I would've never stepped foot in a gym."

Satisfied with his new look, Ash took a step back from the mirror. He couldn't stop grinning. "This is perfect. No one will think it's strange either, since I'm new at school. No one really knows me yet."

He placed the mirror carefully on his bed, then sat down beside it. The excitement of transforming his body was slowly giving way to more serious thoughts. He wasn't in his old world anymore—this was a dangerous place, full of people with powers far beyond what he could imagine. And if he wasn't careful, he could end up dead or worse.

Ash frowned. One threat stood out in his mind: telepaths. People who could read minds and control others. In a world like this, where people like Professor Charles Xavier existed, he had to be careful. If someone like that found out about him, about how he knew things he shouldn't, it could lead to major problems.

"I need to protect my mind," Ash said quietly, staring at the floor. "If anyone finds out what I know, I'm finished."

He leaned back on the bed, thinking hard. There had to be a gadget that could protect him from telepaths. Doraemon had something for almost every situation, and he was sure there was something in that endless pocket of his that could shield his mind.

"I'll look for that next," he decided. "First thing on my list—telepath-proofing my brain."

But as he thought about the dangers of this world, another idea started to creep into his mind. Something bigger.

Becoming a superhero.

He hadn't seriously considered it before, but now, with all these gadgets at his disposal, the thought was hard to ignore. There were no big heroes in this world yet—no Spider-Man, no Iron Man. If he wanted to, he could be the first. He could be the one who started it all, the one to inspire others to rise up and protect the world.

Ash stood up and paced around the room. "I could be the first real superhero here," he said aloud, the idea becoming more and more appealing by the second. "I've got the gadgets. I've got the power. Why not use it?"

Of course, he knew it wasn't that simple. This wasn't some game where he could rush in without thinking. Becoming a superhero meant dealing with villains, fighting dangerous enemies. And he had no real fighting experience, not to mention he wasn't exactly fearless.

"I don't have to do it," he muttered to himself, trying to calm his excitement. "But… it'd be a waste to sit on all this power and do nothing."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. If I'm going to do this, I need to take it slow. I need a plan."

The first step, he decided, was building a superhero suit. Something to protect him in battle, equipped with gadgets that would give him an edge. If he had the right tools, he could face any villain. He could make a difference, help people, and maybe even enjoy the process along the way.

"I need a suit," Ash said, stopping in front of his mirror. "A proper superhero suit with all the gadgets I'll need."

He started pacing again, excitement bubbling up inside him. "What kind of gadgets would I need?" He thought about the possibilities. There were so many options, but he knew he couldn't rush things. He needed to be careful, smart. The last thing he wanted was to bite off more than he could chew.

"Alright," he said, nodding to himself. "Let's start small. I need a gadget to help build the suit, something that'll make it practical."

Without wasting another second, Ash reached into his pocket. His heart pounded in his chest as his fingers brushed against the endless space. He knew what he was looking for—the first piece to help make his superhero suit a reality.

As he closed his hand around the object, the chapter came to an end, leaving the reveal for another time.

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