So, I had this idea in my head for some years now. It started when I first delved into the rabbithole of Fanfiction and never really stopped evolving. Now I have actually many plotlines outlined in my head and know how I want to finish this story, which is important to not write myself into a corner too badly. I do have another outlined in the Overlord world, but I will just focus on this one for now.

About this story, the MC is reincarnated into Marvel, but in the distant past, 5000 BC to be exact. Why? Because I felt like it, because my MC will not be OP within 2 Years of being transmigrated or benchpress a planet at age ten. There will be a slow progression into power and some kingdom building, later on there will also be quite a lot of sci-fi and dimensional travel (no jumpchains though, I hate them, never once seen a good one. He will visit some other franchises, but in a good and sensible way). He will eventually interact with the main Characters, like the Avengers, but not anytime soon.

The System is kind of strong, but far from overpowered. It is actually a kind of template System (otherwise it wouldn't really be a Crossover) but a reasonable one. It will not force him to become a copy of the Emperor and his Empire to be a copy of the Imperium o f Mankind, but there are certain benfits for certain actions. Just wait and see, you will understand soon enough.

Enough for now, enjoy the Chapter, like and comment if you feel like it. Constructive criticism and tips are always welcome!

The Monarch System

Chapter 1

Floating in the nothingness of the Void between worlds, a lone soul slowly regains consciousness. Memories of a past life slowly return to it as it opens its eyes to be greeted with the vast emptiness of the endless Void.

'Where the hell am I?', he thought to himself. Opening his eyes felt strange. And there was nothing around him, no light, no way to perceive anything around him. There was no drag on his hands when moving them, so there was no air either. How was he still alive then?

"Oh right", he remembered," I am most certainly not."He now recalled the entirety of his previous life, a normal as can be fucking boy born to two parents at the worst possible time for them, both broke, both working dead end jobs with fucking evil bosses. His mom worked as a nurse, at first out of compassion for the ill, then to make ends meet.
His dad was even worse. Before meeting his mother, his father was slowly drifting into criminality, consuming drugs, and mugging honest civilians. The good stuff. Oh, and the debts he accumulated to finance his excessive drug consumption.

They apparently met in a shady club, his mother to calm down after another long day of work, his father - sober for the first time in months – to finally get laid again. And after a long night (at least by his accounts, his mother always coughed and smirked when he said that) he stayed for two days with her since he didn't really have anywhere to go after his own mother died and, in a rare clear moment, he sold the apartment they lived in to finance her funeral and pay back a good part of the debts he had, though without thinking about where he would live , it really was her that managed to keep him from falling into another, even deeper hole, from which he wouldn't have escaped a second time. After these two days he went to "take care of some matters", what exactly it was his father took care of he never knew, and he was glad he didn't.

His father then returned and took an honest job in a construction firm and never since touched a drug ever again, for fear of not being able to shake off their influence another time. Nearly ten months later a child was born to them, and despite being dirt poor, they did their best to take care of him, of their little Alexander. And in return, he did his absolute best to make them proud. As a smart kid he realised very early on that his homelife was vastly different than that of other children his age. And since he knew that and knew his parents were constantly working hard, as soon as he got to school, he did his best to work equally as hard as they did, partly to repay them for their kindness, partly to make them proud, but mostly because he really enjoyed learning.

He devoured knowledge like none of his classmates and was seemingly the only student to ever visit the library in his free time, reading some fantasy books and epos of the great heroes of bygone ages. He read of the great Greek Heroes, of the twelve tasks of Heracles, of Odysseus's Odyssey, of the Spartan King Leonidas and the deeds of Achilles the Invulnerable. Of Alaric the Barbarian, of Alexander the Great and his mother Olympias, of Genghis Khan, Kublai Khan and his daughter Khutulun, William Wallace, Teuta, Vercingetorix, Boudicca, Horatius Cocles, Fu Hao, Basil II and his brother Constantine, Queen Tomyris, Attila the Hun, and so many more. But his interest wasn't just limited to the great warriors and commanders of ancient times, though he enjoyed reading of them the most. And even if reading about them was less enjoyable than about the conquerors of old, he did learn more about people, society, and the world by devouring texts of ancient and modern philosophers, that should have been far beyond his understanding at merely ten years old.

As an intelligent child, even called a prodigy by some, he had no real trouble advancing through school with good grades. The only reason he did not finish school early and entered university at age 17 or earlier was because he discovered a new world in 6supth/sup grade. The world of fantasy books and novellas.

Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Song of Ice and Fire, Chronicles of Narnia, Eragon and many more filled his days and nights and didn't leave him much time to study more than necessary to still ace his classes, if barely. A few months after sinking all his free time into reading fantasy books and going through everything that caught his initial interest, a friend from school invited him over to watch Avengers – Age of Ultron, a brand-new movie at that time, barely out of the cinema. And after awkwardly admitting he hadn't even seen the first Avengers, not to speak of all movies preceding that one, they watched all they could to get him caught up on everything.

After that night he watched movies whenever he could, though since his parents were barely making enough money to afford rent and his schooling, that was a rather limited amount of his time spent watching. But after asking the librarian if he could read "something marvel" and she led him to a bookshelf filled with both old and new comics and Manga, he found his alternative. Marvel and DC, One Piece and Naruto he read them, though they didn't capture him the same way the books did. Nevertheless, he enjoyed reading them and spent most of his schooling years reading both novels and manga that caught his interest.

After getting his high school diploma he didn't really know what to do with his life. His true interests lay in History and Myths, but he also knew that you couldn't earn that much money in those fields. And after asking his mother for advice she said that 'dear, if you aren't doing what you love, you are doing something wrong. I can't tell you what to do with your life, but if you want my advice, go to university. With your intelligence you should be able to get a scholarship. Your potential would be wasted otherwise. But what you do end up studying, I cannot tell you, that must come from you.'

And so he did. He informed himself thoroughly and ended up choosing a rather surprising subject: Architecture. Not out of a particular interest in buildings, but rather the practice of creating spaces for people, for helping them live their life in a way and environment they want to. To expand on the current possibilities of building, optimising processes and achieving higher efficiencies than before. To do his part in helping the people and making the world a little better.

Whether it would all work out like he intended, only time would show, but he was determined to try. He felt true passion for achieving his goal and felt it may even be more fulfilling than just emerging himself in his novels and games. But then he realised something. He was able to score a scholarship in the US, but due to his not so stellar grades (they were still good, don't get him wrong), they wouldn't cover all his expenses. And his parents really didn't have the money to spare on him. And after further research and many phone calls, he made a decision that felt right, but was difficult, nonetheless.

He had to take part in a new experimental program by a private contractor that was working in a different country, Germany to be exact. German Universities are generally free, beyond a small sum every semester that rarely exceeds 600 Dollars. The private contractor would pay this fee and would additionally cover part of the rent of the new apartment he would have to take. The only thing he would have to do to keep this support would be to finish university in a specific time frame and pay that money back to him with a 5% interest in the 5 Years after graduating.

It was a deal too good to pass up on, despite the disadvantage of having to leave his parents behind. And going to a country with a different language than his own. But he would manage, 'easily finishing his masters in 4 Years and coming back to help his parents with a well-paying job and lessening their financial burdens', he told himself.

And after a teary goodbye, he left on a plane to Germany with the intention of coming back as soon as possible. Sadly, that day came sooner than he wanted. Because just a few months after starting university and his new part time job – to cover the rest of his own apartment – tragedy struck.

The excessive drug abuse his father put himself through in his youth, coupled with his hard job, finally made itself known and showed no mercy to him. He died just two months later in hospital; no doctor could do anything to save him. In fact, they even said it was a miracle he could go for so long at his job with his bodies immune system being irreparably damaged and many accumulated and badly treated wounds not having healed properly. On his deathbed he made Alex promise him to never make the same mistakes he did, and to keep an eye on his mother.

And he did. He stopped studying abroad and headed straight back to the US, and started working various jobs to start paying the expensive medical bills the treatment of his father burdened them with. And life for both of them started turning around. They still had to spend a lot of their earnings on the debts they acquired, but with him working two jobs at the same time and his mother finally transferring to a new hospital, they had money to spend on the little things that make your life worth living. Finally getting new clothes and affording make up made his mother happier than he could have imagined. And being able to buy the books and games he wanted, even though he didn't have that much time to read them, made the long and lonely nights seem much less bleak and hopeless.

"And then there was that moment, just ONE moment of DISTRACTION and it just ends?!", he screamed into the endlessness before him.

It was a cold winter night in the northern US, at about 2:30 am, just after closing down the bar he worked at for the last two years. Good people working there both young and older and they did regularly have game nights after closing under the week, even though he couldn't join them often. Today though wasn't one of those nights. Today some patrons stayed really late and it was collectively decided to just head home after drawing lots to decide who had to close after the last two tenants left. Of course it was him, how could it not have been? 'No matter, i'll just close it down, head back home, go to sleep and stand up at 7:00am at the latest so I can make it to my dayjob, fucking great'. "Except I didn't even make it that far because one of the drunk bastards I just closed the door behind had to get behind the wheel and run me over before I make it even 20 feet from the bar! Argh sometimes I just hate Humans! Nah not right either, but I could definitely do without the drunk idiots!"

He already started rambling. Not a good sign, but can you blame him? He can still remember the bright headlight, the crunching of snow beneath his feet as he turned around and the pain of being crushed between the Land Rover and the building he was walking next to. He vividly remembered how his chest caved in, the ribs piercing his lungs and maybe other internal organs, he wasn't quite sure. The piercing pain brought unwanted clarity to his mind and made the sensation of drowning on his own blood even more clear. When feeling this kind of pain and experiencing it with such clarity, he knew for certain that he was going to die. He laid there in the snow and knew that all help would arrive too late. The last moments of his life seemed to stretch on for eternity and he thought of all his regrets. Not asking out that girl in middle school, not being there for the last months of his dads life and now leaving his mother all alone.

With the last of his strength, he dipped his fingers in his own blood and wrote a barely readable message for his mother in the snow. Darkness encompassed his vision and with a look at his message and a smile on his face his soul left his body and hovered over the scene of a damaged car with an unconscious driver, a battered and broken youth and a bloody message reading 'I love you mom, live, be happ- '.

"Couldn't even finish my last message", he said aloud again. Now that he had acclimated to the situation and all his memories were back in order, he took it upon himself to assess the situation and find a way out of his current predicament. He moved his hands before his face and examined them more thoroughly than before. Now, with a collected and relatively calm mind he realised that they were a translucent blue, and a quick look down his body confirmed that it wasn't just his hands, but his whole being. Next, he looked around himself. And what he saw didn't encourage him in the slightest. Contrary to his first impression it wasn't an all-encompassing darkness he was in the middle of, but he was really floating in true emptiness.

There was no light, besides himself that is, there was no darkness, not even the smallest shadow thrown by his own body's glow. He never thought that a mere human like him could perceive infinity, but he thought he was uncomfortably close to seeing exactly that, infinite nothingness. No matter where you look when you are alive, there is always something at the end of your vision. A wall, a distant horizon, the blueness of the sky itself, even the darkness between the stars is something, there is always something to box you in, to set borders to the space you occupy, to orient yourself beyond just feeling the pull of gravity.

But in this vastness, there was nothing. For all he knew he was in a dimension completely devoid of anything other than himself, which honestly wasn't a very comforting thought. From his perspective there was nothing he could do, he had nothing to move towards, no gravity giving him a sense of top or bottom, he couldn't even say if he was standing still or spinning wildly, because there was emnothing to reference from.

He quickly closed his eyes because apparently seeing true nothingness was not good for your mental health.

"Okay, timeout. I am alone in the middle of what seems to be infinite nothingness, with no way of orienting myself whatsoever, and I came here after death. Soo… is this the afterlife or something? My very own purgatory of true death by slow mental degradation? I didn't think that I lived my live so badly that God decided that I deserve this particular fate. And why is NOBODY ANSWERING ME?!"

But even after waiting what felt like a really appropriate amount of time, no answer came. 'Well, at least time seems to still be a thing', he thought to himself, 'and now?'

"Now I hope that this is some kind of test from a divine being to test my limits, and I will be damned if I don't devout every single part of my being to avoid slipping into insanity!"

And thus began the likely longest and most boring period of both his life and unlife. For years, maybe even decades he had nobody and nothing to accompany him other than his thoughts, and it took a toll on his psyche. At one point he even tried to bite off his hand to throw it away from himself to gain another point of orientation in this hellhole. Honestly, he would take physical torture and any amount of pain over this.

But his attempt didn't bear fruit. Apparently, the soul couldn't damage itself, or so he theorised, which led down an interesting, but in the end inconsequential train of thought.

But then suddenly, everything happened so fast, that it wasn't even fair. He had thought many times of different scenarios and knew exactly what he would do in most of them but now he didn't even have the time to ask a question.

The only thing he saw was a bright red light in the distance, then his vision whitened out and he felt warmth, and wetness, and heard a steady drumming beat, and saw darkness with a hint of dark red! Being able to feel anything for the first time in what felt like forever, he forgot the momentary spike of anger he felt at not even being able to speak to whoever saved him, and instead focused wholly on just feeling.

He felt gravity again. It was an indescribable feeling. And after some time, he heard something new. He already figured out that he was floating in a type of liquid and that the thing containing the liquid was moving, but now he could hear a male voice, slightly muffled through the containment. And then a female voice answered, but this one felt different. It seemed to vibrate through his entire new body. And then even more female voices joined the first one, though those sounded more like the man's voice, less encompassing and barely understandable.

And the suddenly the liquid drained around him. Not all of it, but quite a lot of it, and the containment shrunk to occupy the space the liquid did before. Then pressure descended on him from his feet. He was pressed harshly in different waves through the containment that seemed to have a small opening by his head. Now he heard the man talking fast and the louder women started whimpering and, as the waves continued and became stronger, screaming.

At that point it was clear to him where he was now, and it was not a revelation he was very happy about. He was inside of a womb, and he was being born just now, shortly after awaking.

So a short introduction to the MC, a flashback to his life and death, and finally his reincarnation (don't worry what exactly happened will soon be revealed).

I've got nothing further to say for now, if you have questions feel free to ask, I will do my best to answer them. The next chapter is already mostly written, but after that don't expect regular updates. I am studying and working and I have a Girlfriend I have to care for too, so that doesn't really leave much time to write.

The Emperor protects!

Goodbye.