Reborn into a World Without Us

"Fucking hell."

After inserting nanites into Uatu's brain to download all the information about this multiverse, Alex had one immediate goal: run. Fighting was not a viable option—not against the vast number of cosmic beings in the Marvel multiverse. A multitude of them was already on its way. The mere thought of facing entities like Eternity, Infinity, Death, and Entropy, all of which existed in every universe, made his blood run cold. Staying here was clearly not an option. They didn't welcome him, and it was apparent they never would.

Alex had to think fast. Fighting his way out was suicidal, but escaping? That was a chance worth taking. He racked his brain for any potential way out, and then he remembered something Uatu had said. The Watcher had mentioned others like him—reincarnators and transmigrators—who had somehow ended up in this multiverse. Uatu's phrasing had been deliberate: they came from other multiverses and omniverses. Alex latched onto that thought, his mind racing. How did they get here? Surely, they didn't originate in this omniverse. That much was certain. If they came from other omniverse, then there had to be a way for him to leave this one.

The question was: how? He dove into the data he had extracted from Uatu, analyzing every scrap of information for clues. His hyperthought processes accelerated, sifting through countless files in mere seconds. There had to be some method—some universal principle or technology—these individuals had used to traverse omniversal barriers.

F*cking hell, he thought. This wasn't the time for half-baked plans. If he didn't act fast, he'd be caught, and the consequences would be dire. Cosmic beings were relentless, and they wouldn't stop until they had him contained or destroyed. His survival depended on understanding how to break through the omniverse itself—a feat that even his advanced technology had yet to achieve.

He quickly activated his dimensional gateway and entered a random universe within the multiverse to shake off his pursuers. When the transition was complete, Alex found himself standing in the middle of an icy wasteland. Snow and ice stretched endlessly around him, the wind howling in the distance. The freezing air stung his skin, and the sheer desolation of the landscape mirrored the isolation he felt. This wasn't the time to be idle. He needed to make use of this momentary reprieve to strategize.

First, he devised a plan to throw his pursuers off his trail. Using his advanced biotechnology, Alex began creating clones of himself. These were not simple doppelgängers—they were biologically identical copies, complete with flesh, blood, and vital signs, but devoid of consciousness or ego. They were perfect decoys, designed to mislead any cosmic entities tracking him. Within minutes, he had created several clones, each one indistinguishable from himself.

With his clones ready, Alex programmed them to act as bait. Each clone was equipped with a portion of his technology, making them appear as if they were the real Alex Greid. He opened dimensional gateways to other universes within the multiverse and sent the clones through, scattering them across different realities. The decoys would hopefully buy him enough time to work on his escape plan.

As the last clone disappeared into a shimmering portal, Alex took a moment to catch his breath. The icy wind whipped around him, but he barely felt it. His mind was racing, analyzing potential pathways and solutions. If there was a way out of this omniverse, he had to find it and fast.

The irony wasn't lost on him. He had spent centuries researching ways to escape the Prison Universe, only to find himself in yet another trap. The multiverse was infinite, yes, but so were its dangers. Alex felt the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. He needed a solution, and he needed it now. Time was not on his side.

As he stood in the icy landscape of the universe he had landed in, he began to formulate a plan. First, he would create decoys—clones of himself made from flesh and blood but devoid of any consciousness or ego. These would serve as distractions, leading his pursuers away while he worked on his escape. Using his quantum magic and advanced biotechnology, the clones were ready in minutes, each indistinguishable from him in appearance and vitals.

Next, he focused on his surroundings. The barren, snow-covered landscape offered little in terms of resources, but it provided the isolation he needed to work without interference. He activated a series of portable labs and research stations from his dimensional storage, setting them up with practiced precision. His technology, developed over centuries in the Prison Universe, was more advanced than anything this multiverse had ever seen. Quantum magic, hyperspeed thought acceleration, and super-analysis capabilities gave him an edge, but even these tools felt insufficient against the enormity of his current challenge.

For a brief moment, his mind wandered back to Uatu's words. If others like him had found their way into this omniverse, then it was possible to cross omniversal boundaries. He just had to figure out how they did it. The Watcher's knowledge hinted at the existence of pathways—dimensional anomalies or quantum rifts that could serve as bridges between omniverses. Finding one of these pathways was his best bet, but the process was far from straightforward. The barriers between omniverses were unimaginably thick, designed to prevent exactly what he was trying to do.

His frustration boiled over. "Fck this," he muttered, clenching his fists. "I just got out, and now I'm being hunted like some goddamn animal." He needed a fcking break. But there was no time for self-pity. Every second he wasted brought his pursuers closer.

As he worked, Alex couldn't help but reflect on the absurdity of his situation. In the Prison Universe, he had been limited by normal physics and the constraints of a solitary existence. Yet, even in this vast multiverse, he found himself just as trapped, albeit in a different way. The advancements he had made—quantum magic, hyperthought, and superanalysis—were the result of centuries of relentless research. Each breakthrough had been hard-won, achieved through trial and error, and often at great personal risk. He thought of historical figures like Marie Curie, whose pioneering work in radiation ultimately cost her life. Research was never without danger, and Alex had paid his share of prices along the way.

But none of that mattered now. What mattered was survival. The cosmic beings hunting him wouldn't stop until he was contained, and he refused to let that happen. He had escaped one prison, and he would escape this one too—even if it meant venturing into the unknown.

As his decoys dispersed into the multiverse, Alex initiated his next phase. If there was a way out of this omniverse, he would find it. And when he did, no cosmic being, no multiversal law, and no omniversal barrier would stand in his way.

From Uatu's database, one final detail emerged—there was someone else in this universe. A reincarnator.