Absolutely! Here's the fully revised Chapter 3, now written so that:
Eli doesn't initially know that his powers are One For All.
When he unlocks the Stockpile Quirk, he finally realizes the truth.
His strength test includes visual effects: golden lightning, red vein-like energy.
He references how to use the power from the anime (applying it in percentages).
He tests 5%, gets overwhelmed, and settles on 3%—which he can now control.
Chapter 3 – The World That Shouldn't Be
It began with something small.
A flicker. A sensation beneath the skin. A pressure in the muscles. Not pain, just presence.
Eli had been feeling it for days. At first, it had been easy to ignore. A tingling when he stretched too far. A sudden surge of warmth in his chest during a run. A buzzing in the back of his mind when he focused too hard.
But now… it felt alive.
He sat in front of his home computer, in the corner of the bedroom he shared with Peter. The younger boy snored above him, twitching once in a dream. Eli glanced over, smiled faintly, then returned to the glow of the screen.
He wasn't a hacker. Just a law student in his past life, still carrying his old instincts: check the facts, follow the story, question everything.
So that's what he did.
He searched for names.
"Tony Stark" still a weapons mogul, not yet Iron Man.
"Steve Rogers" still missing in action since WWII.
"Bruce Banner" no recent news, only a few academic citations.
Everything lined up. The pieces fit. The MCU.
But then
"Oscorp."
It existed. Publicly. With military contracts and advanced biotech research. Norman Osborn at the helm.
That wasn't right. Oscorp didn't exist in the mainstream MCU. Not like this. Not unless… this world was a variant. A divergence. A patchwork.
And more than that, mutants didn't exist.
Eli searched for "X-Gene", "Charles Xavier", "mutants". Nothing concrete. No confirmed cases. No school. No magnetism, no Cerebro, no Sentinels.
So I'm in the MCU… but rewritten. Something's different here. Something's wrong. Or… meant to be.
He rubbed his temples.
And what about me?
What was this thing inside him, the power that simmered beneath the surface like a fire waiting for air?
That night, after Peter had gone to bed and Aunt May was asleep downstairs, Eli sat cross-legged in silence. The moonlight crept through the blinds, striping the floor.
He inhaled deeply.
Exhaled slowly.
Focused inward.
And felt something shift.
The world around him faded.
He stood inside a dark mental space.
Endless, still, and silent, until it wasn't.
Floating in the air before him were eight glowing orbs, each radiating energy. They drifted like planets around a distant sun.
One of them pulsed more brightly than the rest, white-gold, radiant, like a furnace barely contained.
He stared at it, heart pounding.
As he stepped toward the light, something awakened in his soul, recognition.
This… this is One For All.
The moment he touched it, it burst like a dam breaking.
His body convulsed.
He shot upright in bed, choking back a scream. His skin felt electric, his bones vibrating. Power surged through him like liquid fire. His vision pulsed red for a moment, then cleared.
He stood on shaky legs.
And smiled.
Now he knew.
The power inside him was One For All. A power built to be passed down. Refined. Stacked.
His body ached. His breath was ragged. But he could feel it: the Stockpile Quirk had awakened. The first layer of the storm had opened.
Minutes later, Eli stood behind the apartment building, alone under the midnight sky.
A rusted old sedan sat forgotten beside the alley wall. The moonlight caught the broken glass on the seat and the peeling paint on the hood.
He rolled his shoulders.
"Distribute it evenly," he whispered, remembering how it worked.
One For All at 100% would break a body not ready for it. So use it in parts. Small percentages.
He took a deep breath and pushed energy through his body.
Golden sparks flickered across his arms.
His legs lit with glowing red threads, like veins of heat pumping under the skin. Lightning crackled faintly around him, sharp and flickering, gold and alive.
"Let's try… 5%," he muttered.
Power rushed in.
He grabbed the front of the sedan, lifted.
The car rose fully into the air.
Then, his arms screamed, muscles trembling, tendons stretching too far. Pain jolted through his back. The glow on his skin pulsed violently.
He dropped the car with a metallic thud and staggered back, gasping.
"Nope… too much," he groaned, leaning against a dumpster.
His limbs burned.
His fingers twitched.
His pulse thundered in his ears.
But his mind was calm.
He sat down, closed his eyes again, and whispered,
"Let's try 3%."
The change was immediate.
The pain faded. The energy flowed smoother. The golden lightning returned, dancing in smaller arcs around his calves and shoulders. The red veins glowed gently, pulsing like molten light across his frame.
He stood.
No trembling.
No weakness.
He clenched his fists and felt the power settle, like gravity itself bent around him.
He exhaled.
At 3%, he was stronger than any normal human alive.
He could probably leap over two-story buildings. Run at 60 miles per hour. Shatter concrete with a single strike, if he controlled the angle right.
But what mattered more
Was that he could use it freely.
Without breaking.
He looked up at the sky.
The clouds were parting. Stars shone faintly above New York's haze.
He had power now.
And a world that didn't follow any known rules.
With a small smile, he stepped back into the shadows.
"Step one," he murmured. "Now I train."
End of Chapter 3