The end of my life happened while I was asleep. I only knew this because when I woke up, I wasn't on my couch. Or in my apartment. Or my body. Great, just GREAT. I finally got isekaied and I have no idea who, what, or where I am. I raise myself up and look around the room I've found myself in. It was a small room that reminded me of the reform schools I was in as a teenager. Except for one glaring detail. The giant Swastika on the wall. There was a flash of light and I cut my eyes to a small desk. Sitting in the center was an old-fashioned envelope. It was sealed with melted wax and an indented crest. The crest was a game controller. That was not like any ancient family seal that had ever been. Feeling a little trepidation, I opened the think envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

The letter was on old-fashioned paper, much thicker than the modern counterpart and it was written in very beautiful calligraphy.

Dear Reader

I am writing you this apology to explain your current circumstances. As I'm sure you are aware you have been brought into a new world. You are currently in the body of Schrodinger the cat boy from the Hellsing universe. It has been decided that with this current situation, there is no need to provide you with further assistance. However, as a personal apology for my own failure to prevent your untimely demise, I have left you a gift to use at your discretion. Currently it will cause severe mana depletion to activate. That said, with this weapon you have the ability to overcome most obstacles. It is a modified version of the replica Holy weapon from Rising of the shield hero. This weapon will take the shape and powers of one sword, one Spear, and one Bow. You will have to gather the weapons and sacrifice them for it. Given the ability to be everywhere and nowhere of your new body I expect it will be a simple matter to gather whatever weapons you choose. Once again it is with my deepest regret that I apologize for your misfortune.

Sincerely Yours

Gamer Sierra Monet

I stared at the letter for a few moments thinking about what was written. First, I was currently in Hellsing, either the original or Ultimate it didn't matter. That was NOT conducive to my continued existence. Second, the letter said ANY weapon I could choose. Did that mean that I could get anything from other worlds? Everywhere and Nowhere was rather vague. But did everywhere mean EVERYWHERE, as in Omnipresence? The entire multiverse at my fingertips? If so it was no wonder the letter said I'd be able to get whatever I wanted. But how would that work? Schrodinger seemed to just do it. So how do I do it? I thought about that for a second, following the possible train of thought. If I am truly able to be EVERYWHERE, wouldn't that mean I could see everything? This line of thinking proved to be the worst thing I could ever have thought. Suddenly my head screamed in blinding pain. It felt as though I had a pair or red-hot iron spikes driven into my eyes. The pain drove me to my knees screaming in agony. 'ONLY HERE ONLY HERE!' I thought desperately. The pain gradually receded from death by headache to only migraine levels. My breathing was ragged, and my body was convulsing in pain. I need medical attention, NOW! I need a hospital! Who would help the most? Dr. Hank Mccoy from X-men? Madame Pomphrey from Harry Potter? Rimuru Tempest from Tensura? It didn't seem to matter because in thinking that, I was gone. The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was a voice calling out for help.

I woke up in bed. It was a very modern hospital bed with all the amenities. I had a bp monitor on my finger as well as heart monitor pads on my chest. As I looked around, I realized I was in the most advanced hospital I had ever seen. The monitor was a large flatscreen television. I could see Heart rate, blood pressure, Oxygen intake. Then there was one that I had no idea about. Perhaps a brainwave scanner?

'It is indeed a brainwave scanner.' Came the gentle voice of Sir Patrick Stewart. The first thought I had entered my mind was, 'Whelp it's either X-men or Star Trek.'

'X-men.' The voice replied to my thought-based query. "Although it is odd to see what you know of us based in your head." This time there was actual sound, as the door to the room opened and In rolled Charles Xavier, accompanied by who I can only imagine to be Wolverine and Storm. The first thing I noticed, was that while Charles looked almost exactly like a young (40ish) Sir Patrick Stewart. Storm and Wolverine weren't Halle Berry and Hugh Jackman lookalikes. Storm was closer to Gabriella Union in her 20s. And Wolverine looked like a very grizzled Christopher Lambert.

"Um not that it isn't cool to see Storm and Wolverine," I began only to be interrupted by Charles voice.

"But you are wondering about Scott and Jean?" He asked softly. I had to pause at the interruption.

"That's going to take some getting used to." I told him with a soft chuckle. "But yes, usually you are depicted as being flanked by cyclops and Jean Grey."

"What's he mean by depicted, Chuck?" Wolverine asked gruffly. Apparently done with being quiet.

Charles turned to him with a wry smile. "It would seem that he is from a universe that observes our own in the form of comic books, movies, novels, and cartoons."

"Must not be very accurate if he's asking why, you don't have a pair of teenagers flanking you." Wolverine grumbled. I grimaced at that. "Yeah well you try to keep the differences between literal thousands of different versions separate." I huffed petulantly.

Storm sputtered at this. I watched fascinated as her body recoiled, sending her snow-white hair fluttering around her hips. "Thousands?!" She demanded incredulously.

With great effort I forced myself to look into her eyes when I stated. "Well yeah. Some are mostly the same with only small things being different. Like appearances. Then there are others were things branch off wildly. Like in one universe Thor Odinson died and you Became the Norse Goddess of storms."

It was truly something to see. Watching the beautiful woman gaped like a fish. Wolverine was shaking his head in consternation. "Well bub I guess I'll make an exception this time."

I looked at him, then cut my eyes to Charles whose eyes were widening considerably. "Do I guess that you picked up some major similarities to my memories and your world?"

"I believe," He began seriously. "That the closest to our world I've seen in your memories is a mixture of what you know as the MCU and X-men Evolution."

This caused me to suck in a sharp breath through my teeth. "X-men Evolution and the MCU?" I didn't like that idea at all. It also meant that any future knowledge was probably not going to be useful. I didn't see Charles letting the Chitauri invasion happen without interference. Plus, the Civil War wasn't about the registration act so that was good. On the other hand, that meant that I hadn't watched nearly enough to know what was going to be coming. I'd never gotten around to seeing at least half of the MCU movies or shows. That was also a problem for the Age of Ultron. If X-men Evolution was a thing in this universe, then so were mutants. And with Mutants meant that Wanda and Pietro weren't in Europe.

"Perhaps a deep calming breathe would be a good idea." Charles said serenely. I scowled at him.

"Did you not see what was coming?" I asked incredulously. "Ragnarok, Thanos, Dormammu, Galactus, and not to forget Kelly's Sentinals, Apokolypse, Magneto's brotherhood, and finally the fact that Hydra is or has already infiltrated Shield."

"HYDRA DID WHAT?!" Wolverine roared angrily. This caught me off guard for a moment before I remembered he had fought side by side with the howling commandos during WW2. I looked at Charles for confirmation, then sighed when he gave nothing. I looked back at Wolverine.

"If what I remember of the MCU is correct," I started looking at Charles for confirmation. When I still found him stoic I continued. "After Captain Rogers put that giant fuck all plane into the sea, the US Government decided to give asylum to Hydra scientists. They have been working their way into power quietly ever since. I'm pretty sure they have people who are in Shield, the Senate, The top scientists. They are everywhere."

"You have got to be kidding!" He roared angrily. "The Government let them here?!"

"Yeah, and to repay that they started Hydra all over again." I said with a huff. "If I could control Schrodinger's powers, I could help but I have no idea how they really work."

Here is where the good professor stepped back into the conversation. "Well, this is a school for youngsters to learn to control their gifts." There was a small smile playing across his lips that set my teeth on edge.

"Charles," I started as respectfully as I could. "I am a thirty-one-year-old man trapped in in the body of a fifteen-year-old. That does not mean I'm going back to high school with a bunch of hormonal teenagers, and teachers on a power trip."

Professor Xavier allowed himself a small smug smile. "It would make integration here easier. I also see that you didn't finish high school."

"Charles, I am a mead drinking, Tabacco smoking, short tempered Heathen." I said enunciating every word. "I am not giving up my lifestyle to blend in with a group of children. That said. While I'm here I'm more than happy to help with any problems that come through."

Storm looked at me for a moment. "What is it you want to do that going to school would impede?"

I shot her an exasperated look. "Storm, Ms. Munroe. I am a person given access to all of creation. That gives me the opportunity to fix quite a few things that are horribly wrong in the multiverse. I however need to gain the ability to fight off all of the nonsense I'll be subjected to."

"And what does taking the time to go to school while you are training cost you?" Wolverine asked with a small smirk. "After all, exhausting yourself isn't going to make you any stronger. So going to school as a break would give you time to acclimatize to your growth."

"Well for one, I need to learn all kinds of things to do with survival so when I go to Nirn, Alegaesia, or Thedas I don't stick out like a sore thumb. Sword fighting, Archery, Magic. You know the basics." I snarked back at him. "I have no reason to be in a high school full of TEENAGERS!"

"What do you have against teenager?" Charles asked perturbed by my response.

"They are smug little fuckers and I'll face legal action for pounding their faces in." I told him honestly. "I don't want to go to jail."

This statement caused them all to laugh. From Charles' amused chuckles to Wolverine's Belly laugh. I however wasn't amused.

"Give me one good reason I should pretend to be a teenager and infiltrate a high school, Charles." I said with a petulant scowl. "Just one good reason."

"Free room and board as well as all the free training you could ask for." Charles said seriously. This caused me to wince.

"You're going to make this conditional." I said flatly looking at him. He gave a small smile of victory. I grunted in frustration, before I released a harsh breath. "Fine. I will not be giving up smoking."

Professor X sighed but nodded. "I suppose it would be asking a lot."

"When do we start?" I asked resigned.

"Well since it is the middle of the night," Professor X said thoughtfully. "I'd say that we can start your training in the morning, and I'll get the transcripts for you to be enrolled at Bayville by the end of the week."

"Who all is here?" I asked looking at them. As I was led out of the infirmary.

"Scott, Jean, Kurt, Kitty, and Evan." Chales said calmly as possible.

"So have y'all not run into Rogue, or is she currently with Mystique?" I asked as we walked through the halls.

"She is currently at the school under Mystique's care." Charles said softly.

"Meh, don't worry about it." I told him with a negligent shrug. "That should be taken care of after the geology trip. Just make sure you're ready to intervene with the blackbird. So yeah, we can get started tomorrow, Goodnight." I finished when we made it to the door to one of the students' rooms.

Charles offered me a good night as they all left the room, and I walked in. The room was actually very nice, A full size bed with a fleece blanket and fresh cotton sheets. There was a dresser with a good-sized mirror, and a window that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean behind the x-mansion. The first thing I did was open the window to let in the sounds of the ocean, then I stripped down and got into the bed. I have no Idea how to prove my suspicions but I believe Xavier is doing some mind mojo on me, because suddenly all I can think about is …..sleep.