Infinite Evolution: Daniel Park in Marvel

Daniel Park's life hadn't been easy. Born into a world where his physical appearance was his greatest obstacle, he'd faced ridicule, bullying, and a constant struggle to fit in. But everything changed after a chance encounter in the world of Lookism, where he was reincarnated with a power that defied all limits—Infinite Evolution.

He had learned to harness this ability to adapt and grow stronger, physically and mentally, with every experience. Whether it was mastering martial arts or transforming his appearance at will, Daniel had become someone new, someone more confident, someone capable of handling whatever life threw at him.

But as fate would have it, his next life would not be in his world. No. He had been reborn once again, but this time in the Marvel Universe, a reality teeming with superheroes, supervillains, and the kind of powers that could destroy entire cities.

Daniel awoke in a dark alleyway, his body aching from the sudden shift. His mind was foggy, and he had to take a moment to process where he was. The sounds of the city echoed around him—honking cars, distant sirens, the hum of neon lights flickering overhead.

He rubbed his eyes and stumbled to his feet, brushing off the dirt from his clothes. He was in a city—New York City, if the signs on the street were anything to go by.

"Alright, where the hell am I?" Daniel muttered to himself, looking around. The buildings were taller than anything he'd seen back in his old world, and the neon signs screamed Marvel—a universe full of gods, mutants, and superhumans.

But what struck him the most was the sense of danger. The air was thick with the energy of people who didn't play by the usual rules. Something about this place felt alive, unpredictable, and more chaotic than anything he'd ever experienced.

He wasn't in Korea anymore, that much was obvious. And yet, a part of him felt… oddly at home.

Daniel stood in the alley for a moment, trying to make sense of his new surroundings. The memories of his last life—the one where he'd learned to evolve endlessly, both physically and mentally—still lingered at the edge of his mind. He knew that this new body, this new world, would be the perfect canvas for him to continue his evolution.

As his mind cleared, he began to focus. His power, Infinite Evolution, had become second nature to him in his previous life, but now it was something different—something deeper. His senses were sharper than ever, his perception of the world expanding with each passing second. He could feel the very molecules of his surroundings, his body, and the people nearby.

His senses honed in on a nearby group of thugs walking down the street. They were loud, obnoxious, and clearly up to no good. Daniel could hear their thoughts, their desires, their plan to rob a store. He smiled to himself.

With a subtle flick of his wrist, he began to tap into his power. His body began to shift. His muscles grew slightly more defined, his senses sharper, his reaction time quicker. His clothes even started to change, the ill-fitting jeans and jacket he had been reborn with morphing into something more functional—something that looked like it belonged in this world.

The thugs had no idea they were being watched.

"Hey, I think you dropped something," Daniel called out, his voice calm, almost lazy.

The group of thugs turned around. There were five of them, all armed with bats and knives, clearly sizing Daniel up. One of them, the largest and most confident, sneered at him.

"Look, kid, this is none of your business. Just walk away if you know what's good for you," the man growled, brandishing a knife.

Daniel's smile was almost predatory. He could feel the energy in his body, the power coursing through him, adapting to the situation. His muscles tensed, ready to move. But instead of taking immediate action, he decided to have a bit of fun—after all, there was no reason to waste a good opportunity for growth.

With a casual movement, Daniel reached out, grabbing the knife from the thug's hand with a speed that even he wasn't used to. The thug's eyes widened, and before he could react, Daniel twisted the blade from his grasp, throwing it into the air with a flick of his wrist. The thug's confusion quickly turned to anger.

"You little—"

But Daniel didn't give him a chance to finish. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, his body blurring with speed. The thug never saw the punch coming. It landed with a sickening crack, knocking the man out cold with a single blow.

The other thugs froze in shock, but Daniel wasn't finished. His body was already adapting to the situation, his fighting instincts taking over. He moved like a whirlwind, dodging a swing from one thug and countering with an elbow to another's jaw. Each strike, each movement, was perfectly calculated, his body evolving with every new experience, growing more efficient, more precise.

Within seconds, the five thugs were on the ground, groaning in pain and fear. Daniel stood over them, breathing evenly, not a scratch on him. His clothes were immaculate, his posture calm as if nothing had happened.

He had won the fight without breaking a sweat.

"Not bad," Daniel muttered, admiring the aftermath. The thugs had learned something valuable today—sometimes, evolution wasn't about growing bigger or stronger. It was about adapting, reading the situation, and knowing when to strike.

As he walked away, Daniel felt the familiar thrill of improvement. He could already feel himself getting stronger, learning from every encounter. The thugs weren't even a challenge, but each of their reactions had given him new data—new opportunities to grow.

The streets of New York had their own dangers, of course. He could sense the presence of powerful individuals nearby—people with the kind of strength that would challenge even his rapidly improving body. But Daniel was eager to test his limits. If this world had heroes and villains, then Daniel would evolve to become something even greater—a force of nature.

But first, he had to understand the rules of this world. Who were the real threats? Who could challenge him? And how would he fit into this chaotic reality?

For now, though, he had one goal: to continue evolving. And in the Marvel Universe, where power was everything, he was about to find out just how far his ability could take him.

To be continued...