"Yea I fucked up real bad... But how? The stones were in perfect conditions, extremely rare and definitely top grade, my array formations were also stable.. right.. that second energy..what was it"
His words faded into the wind, more thought than speech
He drifted inward, mentally retracing each movement. The last few steps of the teleportation array. The placement of the runes. The smooth flow of Qi. Everything had aligned. Every single condition fulfilled.
"So what went wrong?"
..
Then it clicked
The second energy. The distortion. That brief ripple in space, right before the pull. It wasn't his doing. It wasn't his world, either.
His eyes narrowed as he glanced toward the wormhole still spinning in the sky. The cube. The source.
"Of course.. it's the damn tesseract.. that fucking space stone hijacked the array and pulled me through here...."
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the wind carry the thought away. His pulse didn't quicken. His breathing didn't change. There was no fear...
Just a silent understanding..
*wind sound or something.. was it swoosh?*
'Aran.. That was my name.. Before leaving earth... or rather got isekai'ed or transmigrate..'
'In the cultivation world.. Tianmen Continent.. there I became Lu Shenyi..'
Jade Stream Sect
'I could still remember the taste of the mountain air, the freezing chill of the cold spring they used for tempering. I hadn't been given a golden finger, or a miraculous system, or fate guiding my hand.. Just pure talent and gifted..'
At the age of 54, I reached Nascent Soul Realm.. there I dominated mostly everyone in the sect.. then I went out and explore the world.. I met strangers, friends, brothers, and lover.. finally betrayals.. what do you expect to happened in a xianxia setting world? But I didn't mind it.. I fought it.. Took Revenge.. Then move on.. few hundred years later I returned to the sect.. my father wants me to inherit his position as the next sect leader.. I refused then had to fought my own sect but of course I couldn't hurt them badly and they couldn't either..
"Everything that happened.. was a wonderful experience because in the end.."
"I alone Became the Honored On-"
-SWOOOSH-
"Jarvis, did you see that guy? Guy in some sort of monk clothing robes.."
'Sir, you need to focus. The missile is coming'
Aran stood on the rooftop, still facing the sky.. letting the wind and smoke coming from debris flow through.. He then looked at the gold and red figure fading in the distance..
"So rude.. I will definitely take a million dollars for compensation"
Moments Later...
.
Tony's limp body hit the ground hard, too hard. For a breathless moment, it looked like the end.
Then the Hulk roared.
A cough. A weak groan.
And Tony Stark came back to life.
From his position above the city, Aran remained still, arms folded behind his back. The sounds of sirens, distant screams, and crumbling steel reached him as a low, constant hum background noise to something far more grounded: survival.
The Avengers began regrouping. Banner crouched next to Stark, patting his chest, relief on his face. The others slowly circled in..
Thor, Cap, Natasha, Clint.
They were injured. Exhausted. Shaken.
But alive.
Aran closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of the city reassert itself. The chaos hadn't stopped entirely there were still fires, still people trapped, still questions but the worst part had passed. The eye of the storm had closed.
And he hadn't lifted a finger.
He didn't feel guilt.
He didn't feel pride, either.
'This was never my story..'
He turned away from the ledge.
The wind tugged at his sleeves, warm with smoke and ash. He let it pull him a few steps toward the rooftop exit, quiet footsteps on crumbling gravel.
'My arrival here wasn't fate, it wasn't a calling.. It was an accident.. for now, I must watch everything fold..
He descended slowly through the ruined building, stepping over broken glass and shattered concrete. A hallway half-collapsed. An office torn apart. He moved through it all like a ghost out of place, but untouched.
As he reached the street, the city's damage became real: bent cars, shattered signs, a burned-out police cruiser smoldering nearby. Dust lingered in the air like fog. Civilians peeked out from behind barricades. Some sobbed. Others stared upward, toward Stark Tower.
And none of them noticed him.
Just a man in strange robes. Just one more shadow among many.
He passed them without a word.