It was already late at Night. Zayne sat hunched over his laptop, the screen casting a pale glow in the dim room. Fingers moved across the keyboard in a blur as he pulled up articles, forum threads, city records—anything he could find on the state of this fused world.
He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowed. "So, the planet's still Earth-sized, but we've got more territories. New-Tech City... that's SPD territory, no doubt. And it's public knowledge too. Aliens live among us now—openly. As long as they don't start laser-tagging downtown, no one bats an eye. Guess that's what happens when your world's normalized to monster-of-the-week invasions."
He scrolled further, absorbing the chaos disguised as structure. "Huh. Mariner Bay exists too… So Lightspeed Rescue is somewhere out there. But the funny part? Most ranger teams haven't even formed yet."
He frowned, muttering under his breath. "No sign of the Ninja Storm team… the Samurai Rangers are nowhere in sight. Even the other Dino teams? Radio silence. This timeline's all over the place. Beautifully screwed."
Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long breath. "The Marvel side's not helping either. Looks like I landed smack in the comic-book version of things, which means galactic threats, mutant genocides, symbiote infestations, and possibly Thanos with a shiny glove."
He stared at the screen, the weight of two universes settling on his shoulders.
"I can't just sit on the sidelines," he said aloud, firm now. "If I'm here, I'm meant to change things. I won't be a passive observer while the same tragedies play out. I know I can't save everything, but if I can rewrite even one ending… I will. I need to get stronger. Ridiculously so"
His eyes drifted to the [Shop] tab glowing on his interface.
He clicked it.
"Alright," he muttered. "Let's get stronger."
[Super Soldier Serum (Optimized) – 2500 Points]
Boosts all physical stats and reflexes by +9
Marvel Universe Origin
Zayne's eyes lit up. "Permanent stat boost. Clean and efficient. That's worth every point. A perfect foundation."
He hit purchase and a sleek injector materialized in his hand, silver with a faint blue glow. It wrapped snugly around his arm.
"Grid, will this hurt?"
[…]
He rolled his eyes. "Typical. Fine. No pain, no gain."
With a steady breath, Zayne pressed the injector.
Instead of agony, a rush of icy clarity flooded his veins. It was cold, yes, but soothing—refreshing, even. A soft exhale escaped him, almost like a sigh of relief.
"Woah… that felt way too good," he murmured, flexing his hand as his muscles tightened subtly, like a freshly tuned engine. "No pain… must be the 'optimized' part. Plus, I'm already enhanced, so there's no stress on my body."
He threw a punch into the air.
WHOOSH.
The atmosphere trembled around his fist, the sound of air splitting echoing in the room.
His grin widened.
"Yeah… now we're talking."
He turned toward the window, then grabbed his light combat gear—not his full Ranger suit. "No need to go full Omni on some street-level thugs," he said, fastening the armor. "Let's rack up points. Test out the new power. First stop—Hell's Kitchen."
With practiced stealth, Zayne exited his apartment and vanished into the night, blending into the shadows.
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Zayne P.O.V
The wind was cold. The night darker than usual.
Hell's Kitchen was exactly what I expected—nasty, dirty, crawling with crime like cockroaches in an abandoned house.
I walked through the alleyways in my combat gear. Black tactical uniform, no ranger suit. No need to attract attention. The mask covered my face, voice modulated. I looked like a Ninja, but moved like a ghost.
[Mini-Quest Activated: Patrol the Streets – Eliminate Crime]
[+50 Points per Ordinary Criminal | +100 Points per Mutant Criminal]
"Let's begin," I whispered to myself.
A scream echoed nearby. I dashed forward.
Two men had cornered a woman near a broken-down van. One had a knife, the other a pipe.
"Back off!" the woman shouted, trembling.
"No thanks," one of them smirked.
Wrong move.
I appeared behind them.
CRACK.
I slammed the pipe guy into the wall. He dropped like a sack of bricks.
Knife guy turned in panic, swung at me.
Too slow.
I caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted it until he screamed, then elbowed him in the throat.
[+50 Points]
[+50 Points]
I turned to the woman. "You're safe now. Leave through the left alley, fast."
She nodded and ran without looking back.
"Two down."
The deeper I went, the worse it got. I kept low, shadow-walking across rooftops, alley walls, and fire escapes.
A drug deal was going down behind a strip club. Five men, two packing heat, one muttering about 'mutant-grade dust.'
I dropped down like a hammer.
THWACK.
The first went out before he knew what hit him.
Gunfire erupted. I rolled behind a dumpster.
I bought a flash pellet from the shop and tossed it.
FLASH—BANG.
They screamed, blinded. I moved in.
Three punches, two kicks, a sweep. Gunmen disarmed, noses broken, ribs shattered.
The last guy, the one with glowing veins and yellow eyes, tried to run.
Mutant.
I caught up fast, tackled him, and drove my knee into his back.
[+50 Points]
[+50 Points]
[+50 Points]
[+50 Points]
[+100 Points]
"Next."
A warehouse near the docks had activity. I immediately bought a thermal scan for 20 points which showed at least eight heat signatures.
I snuck in from the roof, spotted crates of illegal weapons—Stark tech knockoffs and Oscorp prototypes. Probably black market.
Criminals were arguing inside. Loud. Distracted.
Perfect.
I again bought a smoke capsule, threw it in, then dropped right in.
They panicked. I didn't care.
I used my Quantum Defender in stun mode, short-range bolts taking two of them down instantly.
One mutant charged me with stone-like skin.
I ducked under his swing and jammed a shock stick into his side. Voltage ran through him like fire. He dropped, twitching.
The rest came at once. Sloppy.
I moved like water. Efficient strikes, joint locks, neck chops, limb dislocations.
Three minutes later, the warehouse was quiet.
[+50 Points] x5
[+100 Points] x1
Looted one of their comms before I left. Could be useful.
Hours passed.
Blood on my knuckles. Scuffs on my suit. Still breathing fine.
I took out a gang of nine near a subway station. Most were ordinary thugs, but two had cybernetic arms—enhanced humans, borderline mutants.
Still dropped them.
[+50 Points] x7
[+100 Points] x2
I climbed onto a rooftop, overlooking the city lights.
Total Points Gained: 1,000
Not bad for one night.
"Grid, any achievements triggered?" I asked while checking my vitals.
[Mini-Achievement Unlocked: Street Sweeper – Eliminate 20+ Criminals in One Night]
[Reward: 1 Rare Chest | 500 Bonus Points]
"Nice," I muttered.
The Rare Chest hovered in my inventory, glowing softly. I'd open it later. Right now, I was still wired. Still sharp. Still hunting.
Hell's Kitchen was a little silent now—fewer gunshots. But I wasn't done.
Not until the streets knew the Omni-Ranger existed… even when he didn't wear his ranger suit. Rangers don't normally fight small-time crime, but I did. For the sake of poi… cough, I mean, Justice.
After getting some breathing space, I heard another commotion on the east side of the street.
I brought up my fist in an exaggerated manner and muttered. "Another mission for Justice"
I cracked my neck, dropped off the rooftop, and vanished into the dark.
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Next Chapter on Power Rangers x Marvel
Scene1: He was the bane of Wilson Fisk. The devil of Hell's Kitchen.
He was Daredevil.
Scene 2:
A voice.
Dark. Cold. A whisper from above, carried on the wind like a warning.
"Looks like you could use a hand."
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