The Kryptonian: Reborn in Marvel as Bruce Wayne

I leaned back in my chair, wiping the sweat from my brow as the final piece of the device clicked into place. The glow of the machine cast eerie shadows on the lab walls, bathing the room in pulsating light. My masterpiece stood before me—a towering amalgamation of science, desperation, and pure genius. It had taken years, countless hours of research, and sacrifices I didn't care to recall. But it was done.

The voice of the AI, that I had programmed rang out, calm and clinical. "World selection interface active. Please specify the desired destination."

I cracked a smile. "Marvel. Upload the files M-00001 to M-929987 into worldbuilding."

"Affirmative."

The screen lit up, flashing as terabytes of data streamed into the system. Years of my obsession poured into the machine, reshaping my future. I had created so many files containing codes for every single thing that ever existed in marvel, from the characters to the world itself, comics, movies, tv seres, etc. everything was transformed into the system so it could generate a exact world of Marvel. 

"Transfer complete" The AI confirmed the upload with a beep. "Marvel Universe created, please create a host body."

I paused. This was the fun part. "Male, fourteen years old," I said, the words coming easily. "Name... Bruce Wayne. Upload Wayne Files 0-1 to 0-15"

"Files uploadeding....."

"Host body created. Bruce Wayne, son of Martha and Thomas Wayne.... uploading Wayne Files, creating alter-history.... affirmative. Selecting home location.... affirmative. Creating canon event.... affirmative. Host body complete."

"Activate Protocol, X-gene: Solaris." I commanded.

The screen flickered. "Uploading X-Gene template: Kryptonian."

This was my ultimate cheat code. X-gene Solaris, was a templete I made of my choice of kryptonian powers. I selected the basics of Superman powers at fist before moving on to other known kryptonians, flight, Invulnerability, super speed, super strength, heat vision, super breath, Super hearing, X-ray vision, telepath, electric manipulation, tactile telekinesis, and hyper-regeneration.

I did rework problemes with the Kryptonian gene and removed the block that didn't allow them to learn magic as I planned to train under the Ancient One. Next Kryptonite was an interesting little problem but after some reworking I got it so the rock if it ever appeared on Marvel, and it would, the stones would not affect me. Would still affect other Kryptonians but I didn't have time for weaknesses.

The AI comfirmed the compilation as I typed as I accessed my bank account and transfered all my money into the Wayne account. Over 900 Billion that I stashed away, all the money that I earned. It was hard but after years of hard work and studying I had become the smartest man alive owning several companies that advanced the world, and no way that I was going to leave all my money here for some idiot to take.

"Alright that should be everything." I muttered making sure that I would start 2 years before Tony Stark was kidnapped. 

I hesitated, my fingers brushing the cool edge of the control panel. There was a strange sense of finality in this moment. I wasn't afraid—fear had long since left me. No, what I felt was... liberation.

"Goodbye, old world," I muttered as I stepped into the chamber.

The door slid shut behind me, sealing me inside a cocoon of light. I took a deep breath and entered the final command.

"Activate Isekai Protocal."

The machine emitted a low hum as it powered up, the light intensifying. The AI's voice echoed one last time. "Activated."

The machine roared to life, a cacophony of energy and motion. A searing heat tore through me, and for a brief moment, pain surged—a sensation so overwhelming that even my enhanced mind couldn't process it. Through my fading vision I saw the white truck parked in the other side of the room roar to life as it speed toward me.

And then, nothing.

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I blinked. My body felt... different. Lighter. Stronger. I flexed my fingers and looked down. They weren't the hands I remembered—youthful, unscarred, full of potential.

A voice startled me. "Mr. Wayne! Are you okay?"

I turned to see a young woman—blonde, mid-twenties—staring at me with wide eyes. I was sitting at a chair in Wayne Manor. I closed my eyes and breathed as I let my memories flow back into my head as I turned to the blonde woman, it seems in this world instead of Butlar I have a secretary. Alice Pennyworth.

Though, that does give me an idea for the future to create an A.I like Jarvis that would be far more powerful, I think the name Alfred would suit it well. 

Now I had made sure to add everything about Wayne family in my new life, if I was going to be Bruce Wayne than I couldn't just be some random kid. Though that meant that I had to deal with several problems... unlike in DC, Wayne Enterprises was small. A company overshadowed by Stark Industries, actually in this world Wayne Enterprise is not even at the level of Stark Industries yet. We are a simple Interprise that owns several failing companies. 

Now you may be wondering why I din't just make Wayne Enterprise as grand as Stark? It was so I could build up the company myself and watch it grow instead of inputting some cheat codes to make my life a breeze. Well that also ment that those on the board of my comapny have been stealing money and not even doing their jobs, and of course young depressed Bruce let it all happen cause his parents had die. Welp no longer!

My lips curled into a smirk. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my voice steady and unfamiliar, I looked down at my hands once more before standing and fixing my clothes. "Alice scedule a meeting with the board of Wayne Enterprise. I am taking back my company."