Entry 1: 1514 – The Breach
Arrival successful. Location: Earth dimension, primitive sector. No detection protocols triggered.
Atmosphere breathable. Gravity: weaker than standard. No traces of Kelvin or Zero energies. Magic here exists but, filtered through language and belief systems.
I watched a man pray over a broken wagon. They believe willpower and miracles are separate things. Interesting.
Entry 2: 1516 – Venice
Met a painter. He captured light on cloth using oil and brushes. He wept when I showed him a holograph of my city.
Humans cry a lot.
Entry 3: 1527 – Rome in Flames
They called it the Sack of Rome. To me, it was inefficient warfare. Looting, rape, fire all wasteful. I gathered documents from the Vatican archives before the smoke reached the north wall. Their holy relics were bones. Mine are starsteel.
I catalogued 102 pages. Several referenced visitors "from the firmament." Possible early contact.
Entry 4: 1540 – Highlands of Peru
The ruins of an old Zairden stronghold? No. Just another civilization worshipping the sun. They carved knowledge into stone. I left behind a heat generator disguised as a sun idol. Maybe it will accelerate their advancement.
It didn't.
Entry 5: 1582 – Kyoto, Shadows of the Hand
I followed the Fingers of the Hand. They move like fluid death, bend rules of mortality. Resurrection achieved via ritual. Inefficient. Dirty. But functional.
Offered them an artificial rebirth chamber. They declined. One attempted to kill me. It didn't end well.
Entry 6: 1593 – Istanbul
Chi exists. I found it flowing through a blind man's hands as he shaped metal with no fire. Internal energy manipulated externally.
Stored readings. Chi behaves similarly to Zero, but governed by emotion and inner stillness,Lack of motion.
Further study required.
Entry 7: 1607 – Jamestown Colony
I watched them starve. One asked if I was an angel. I gave him a tablet that could purify water. He called it a gift from God and died three days later from infection.
Emotion prevents survival.
Entry 8: 1610 – The First Whisper
A woman with burning eyes touched a tree. It grew three inches in seconds. Was she the first or just the first seen. She didn't know how she did it. Mutant. Unaware of her own genetics. Her DNA the X - gene trying to remember itself.
I took a blood sample.
Entry 9: 1622 – (Apocalypse)
Egypt. Buried deep beneath broken stone. I felt him stir. Not dead. Just waiting. En Sabah Nur. First Mutant. Genetic template layered with foreign energy. Not Kelvin. Not Zero. Something older.
He ignored me. I studied the sand around his tomb. The grains were denser. His field alters physics.
I left him undisturbed. For now.
Entry 10: 1637 – The Storm Woman (Name Unknown)
She walked through wind like it was memory. Her bones sang with ancient power. She was older than Apocalypse though she never said it aloud.
She studied me. "You are borrowed," she said. "This world will make you choose." I said nothing.
She was wrong. I never choose. I advance.
Entry 11: 1659 – The Eternal Silence
An Eternal. He never aged not a very unique instance in this world. Although based on my readings he is actually a Android of sorts.
Entry 12: 1675 – Siberia
The fire Zairdens would've loved it here. No flame burns naturally. I tried generating Kelvin energy, but the air rejected it collapsed into itself.
But the frost here... it responds to emotion. Possibly a cousin to Zero, or some ancient form of chi? I froze an animal by accident. It shattered.
Promising.
Entry 13: 1692 – Salem
Witches, they said. I saw frightened mutants, nascent mages, and a broken society. One girl turned to glass. I caught her pieces in a jar.
Magic here is corrupted by belief. It changes based on the wielder's mind. Faith is a variable. Incalculable.
Infuriating.
Entry 14: 1705 – Constantinople
Met a being claiming to be immortal. He was a charlatan using herbs and hypnosis. I extracted his liver. It did not regrow.
Disappointing.
Entry 15: 1718 – The Pirate Mutant
Caribbean waters. A man commanded lightning and wind with his voice. Claimed it was a family curse. He was no Eternal, but something... blended. Half-Inhuman?
I asked for a blood sample. He offered a duel. I took both.
Entry 16: 1726 – Temple of the Dragon
I watched the monks channel chi through their bodies like circuit pathways. They told me power was earned through balance. I asked how to extract it. They called me corrupt.
One tried to strike me. His chi exploded against a stasis shield. I kept his robes.
Entry 17: 1740 – The Ancient One
She knew I was not of this world.
She called me "Walker of Closed Doors." Said I was "still becoming." Her Sanctum pulsed with dimensional energy raw, chaotic, unlike anything in my world.
I asked her to teach me. She laughed and said I was incapable of surrender.
She was right.
Still I memorized every glyph on her ceiling.
Entry 18: 1751 – The Glacier City
I climbed into the mountains to study frost monks. They believed their breath could freeze time. Not true but close. They slowed molecules through guided meditation.
Their energy signature mirrored Zero but lacked refinement.
I left them blueprints. Doubt they'll survive the next century.
Entry 19: 1764 – The Clone Project Begins
My third vessel was decaying. Aging accelerates in this dimension. I cloned a new body in the Canadian wilderness clean Arroket DNA with enhanced marrow shielding.
Transferred my mind over eight hours. Painful. But efficient.
Progress is always painful.
Entry 20: 1776 – The Revolution
Humans fight over land and language. I built a new mind-core while they spilled each other's blood.
I took readings from battlefield trauma. Stress hormones alter gene expression in real time.
War is evolution's petri dish.
Entry 21: 1789 – Paris, Mutation in Motion
The blood of the revolution revealed something: fear sharpens powers. I found a mutant who could phase through walls when terrified. I recorded his biometrics as the guillotine fell.
Humans may not survive. But mutants will.
Entry 22: 1799 – The Edge of Silence
I stood in a field as the last candle of the century flickered out. So many died this century. I advanced collected, adapted, survived.
Still, I feel nothing.
Emotion is entropy. Progress is law.
And I am very much alive.
Entry 23: 1948 – Another Breach
Another breach occurs, this time 1948, a baby is born in a time and place that seems ordinary at first. There is nothing exceptional about this child, yet I feel an almost subtle vibration in the air around them, a shift of forces I cannot fully comprehend.
The child shows no immediate sign of anything unusual, yet, as with all things from these breaches, there is an undercurrent of potential. As I study this baby, I can feel the energy of the dimension from which they hail distinct from my own, yet connected through some unseen thread.
I leave them for now, but the knowledge of their existence settles in my mind like the growing awareness of a looming storm.
Entry 24: 1955 – I Encounter Logan
The man known as Logan, though I do not yet know his true name, crosses my path in a remote part of the world. His presence is unmistakable he carries an energy of resilience, of survival against forces that would break any normal man.
I have encountered many who endure, but there is something distinctly otherworldly about him. The healing factor that sustains him, his fierce independence all point toward something far more complicated than simple biology.
I do not intervene in his life, though part of me feels that I could. His future, like that of many, is intertwined with others who seek power, but for now, I simply observe.
This man has already lived many lifetimes. I wonder if he knows the cost of such immortality.
Entry 25: 1965 – Hydra and the Secrets of Power
Hydra. A shadow organization, rooted deeply in the corridors of power and deception. I had long suspected the existence of such factions, but Hydra's pervasive influence throughout history becomes clear to me now. Their experiments, their quest for dominance, and the secrets they covet are more than just political they are biological in nature.
I've encountered their agents, their soldiers, but I know now that they have studied immortality for much longer than I had imagined. Their attempts to harness regenerative abilities, to control life and death, mirror my own experiments in some ways, yet their methods are crude and reckless.
Still, Hydra is dangerous, and their reach extends far beyond their immediate goals. I know they will be a problem in the future. But for now, they remain a mystery a mystery I plan to unravel further.
Entry 26: 1998 – A Breach, Another Child
A breach opens in 1998, the timing of it almost feels deliberate. Another baby, another otherworldly being who seems misplaced in the fabric of this reality.
The child is different. As I study them, I realize that their intelligence exceeds what any infant could possibly know. They begin to adapt faster than those around them, picking up on things they shouldn't have the ability to learn yet.
Their mind is too sharp, their instincts too honed. It's almost as if they are receiving knowledge from somewhere else, from another consciousness entirely.
What is the source of this knowledge? Who is guiding them, or is it their nature? I don't know yet, but I am certain this child will become someone of great influence.
Entry 27: 2000 – Xandar, The Fourth Breach
In the year 2000, deep in space on the planet Xandar, another breach opens. This child, born in the emptiness of space, is far different from the others. His mind, at a young age, is already calculating, thinking like a tactician, as if he has spent years plotting strategies across the stars.
I watch from a distance as the child displays a profound understanding of space, of shielding, of the complex structures that govern the universe.
It is clear to me now that the breaches are not random. These children, all from a different dimension, exhibit powers and knowledge that are not of this world.
But as I observe, I am reminded of a truth I have known for some time: These children are not mine. They are not from my world or even from the same dimension as the one I now inhabit.
They are from another dimension entirely one with its own rules, its own energies, and its own laws of physics. And as much as I wish to learn from them, I am bound by the limitations of my own existence.
Entry 28: 2005 – A New Understanding of the Races
With time, I begin to piece together the true nature of the beings that exist in this universe. I know now the names of the races that populate it from Sheild:
The Chronobit, beings capable of manipulating time through motion. I observe Arden, a representative of their people, as he bends time itself to his will.
The Kintari, beings whose powers are rooted in speed. They age differently, moving through time with such precision that they seem detached from it altogether. I have crossed paths with Cassie Blane, a notorious assassin among their kind.
The Triethen, psionics with abilities that extend to telepathy, telekinesis, and teleportation. I know them not just for their power, but for their strange and chaotic nature.
The Loxarans, mysterious beings who manipulate space itself. Their mastery over the fabric of reality, shifting dimensions and creating impossible geometries, is something I have studied with great interest.
Each of these races holds a key to understanding the multiverse, and in my quest for progress, I will continue to study them. There is much to learn from their abilities and their histories
Entry 29:2012 – The Battle of New York
I've always found the concept of gods to be dramatic and uncouth. Looking down on all those who could service them in other aspects.
Loki the god of mischief as they say attack to New York incorporation with a Loxaran imposition of the space Stone this resulted in what I can assume is the world becoming the space Stone itself.
Through what process I can not full surmise
Entry 30: 2013 – The Convergence
The Convergence is upon us an event I have studied for years, but never fully understood. It is a collision of worlds, a point in space-time where different realities intersect. During this event, the universe itself seems to bend, and I watch as portals open, revealing glimpses of distant worlds.
It is during this time that I sense the presence of something… older than the Convergence itself. The forces that have shaped the universe are not just random. I had detected almost 10 breeches from different realities.