Marvel: I can turn into anything.

Lusborn stared into the mirror, his reflection scrutinizing him as he took in every detail of his new appearance.

His blue eyes stood out the most, something he had always wished for in his past life but had never been fortunate enough to have.

Now, they were his—bright, piercing, and filled with a renewed sense of purpose.

His spiky short dark hair added a rugged charm, but that wasn't what held his attention.

No, right now, he was experimenting, pushing the boundaries of his newfound ability.

He wanted to see if it really was possible for him to partially transform, or even change parts of his body without complete change.

He flexed his fingers, imagining a change, and to his astonishment, it worked.

His left hand elongated, morphing into the sharp, scaled talons of an eagle—massive, powerful, predatory.

His right hand, in contrast, thickened, reshaping into the muscular, clawed paw of a lion.

The mismatched transformation made him look really weird, a mix of creatures, and honestly, it was both thrilling and terrifying.

He grinned at his reflection, the excitement bubbling in his chest.

"This... is amazing."

The implications of this ability were massive.

Not only could he fully transform into any organism, but he could also selectively modify parts of his body.

That meant wings—actual wings—were an option.

And before you judge him, wings were like his fantasy in his previous life, so... yah, it was the first to come to his mind.

He turned so that his back faced the mirror and willed small sparrow wings to sprout.

Instantly, delicate little feathered appendages emerged, fluttering rapidly like thumbs in motion.

The sight was ridiculous; he looked like some failed experiment. Chuckling to himself, he changed them to eagle wings—broad, majestic, powerful.

When he flapped them, the force of air displaced objects on the bathroom counter, sending a few rolling over the edge.

His toothbrush clattered onto the floor, the sound snapping him back to reality.

The wings could generate wind, but they weren't lifting him off the ground just yet.

He thought about all the movies he had seen where wings were used—Lucifer Morningstar's massive, divine wings came to mind first.

He smirked but decided against testing anything too drastic inside the cramped space of his bathroom.

The last thing he wanted was to destroy the place with his newfound powers.

Satisfied with the experiment, he let the transformations fade away.

His body returned to its normal human form, though the rush of power still lingered in his mind.

And the best part is that when he partially transforms, the strain he feels is reduced by very many factors.

Meaning, he can have Phoenix wings and the strain on his body would never be the same as that of full transformation.

However, he would gain the abilities of the phoenix, though a bit reduced, but either way, it would be a good trade.

He couldn't help but feel the urge to immediately grow stronger. 

So he finished wiping himself dry, then walked naked to his closet.

Browsing through his clothes, he settled on a casual outfit—black t-shirt, black pants.

Simple, comfortable.

As he dressed, his stomach growled, reminding him of his next priority—food.

Descending the stairs, he caught the faint sound of the television playing in the living room.

His mother was already awake, sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen.

The news was covering the aftermath of the battle between Iron Man and the robots.

Images of destruction flashed across the screen—rubble, injured civilians, some even dead. The building where the fight had taken place was practically in ruins.

He paused for a brief moment, watching the screen with mild interest. He had been there.

He had felt the chaos firsthand. But he had no desire to dwell on it. Without a word, he continued toward the kitchen, ignoring his mother's presence entirely.

Lusborn had loved his mother in his previous life. Losing her had shattered him, turning him into the introverted, closed-off person he had become.

But this mother… this woman was different.

Now that he had fully integrated with the memories of this life, he knew why his body had instinctively recoiled from her touch the previous night.

She had traumatized Lusborn from a young age, leaving deep scars that even now made his stomach churn. He couldn't even bear to look at her.

He entered the kitchen and immediately noticed food on the dining table.

It looked like breakfast—probably something she had prepared and left for him.

Under normal circumstances, it might have been a touching gesture. But Lusborn couldn't bring himself to eat it.

The mere thought of consuming something she had made unsettled him.

Without a second glance, he walked past the meal and headed straight for the kitchen to prepare something for himself.

He used to do it in his previous life since he lived alone, so he was already used to it.

Nothing much.

In the living room, his mother watched this unfold, her expression unreadable.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her nightdress as she sighed, a mix of frustration and sorrow.

She had expected this. She was used to it. And yet, it still hurt.

She couldn't help but regret the things she had done in her youth, because of them, her son might never forgive her.

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Pliz dear readers, this kind of ability I gave him has lots and lots of shit that he can use to grow stronger. 

And obviously I cant think of all of them, I might even think of some stupid shit so, that's why I will need yo help.

I need ideas from you guys, I have already received some and it has really enlightened me, so, it would be better if I received more.

Thanx.

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Also pliz support my other works, I need help with that too. Still new in this thing so.... will need u guys.