spot conlon fanfiction

[DISCLAIMER] Read the tags. ---- Ethan was once a brilliant scientist, working alongside others to unlock the secrets of the multiverse. But when a critical experiment goes awry, he is betrayed and blamed for the failure. Fired and left with nothing, Ethan seeks revenge, hacking the collider and setting in motion an event that will change everything. In a fateful moment, the collider malfunctions, ripping a hole in space and time, pulling Ethan into the very void of existence. Reborn in a strange new form with white skin covered in swirling black circles, Ethan gains the ability to manipulate these voids, warping reality itself. Now, as "The Spot," Ethan finds himself caught between dimensions, discovering powers far beyond his imagination. But with great power comes great instability, and his thirst for chaos may threaten the entire multiverse. ---- No: Romance, Yaoi, Yuri, Smut, dumb mc. Yes: Villain with an agenda, action, genius mc, marvel multiverse, chaos. AU Novel The updates depends from you.

Roan Holt made one bad deal with something that predated the Slayer line, the Watcher's Council, and every classification system currently running on the Hellmouth. What he got was not a gift — it was a consequence. Soul-bonded modifications with no entry in any Watcher's archive, abilities that emerged because his body had to adapt to what now lives inside it, and a prophetic blank that makes every oracle in the known cosmological order miss him entirely. He is the hardest thing in Sunnydale to kill that no one has thought to look for. Faith is spiraling. Kendra's death is coming. The Angel soul question sits like a wrongly-witnessed contract. He knows the ledger of his non-interventions better than anyone. The Council's anomaly specialist is on the way — and Roan Holt is exactly the kind of problem their procedures were never designed to handle.

Hideo Kuramoto mati di atas mejanya, seorang analis intelijen yang menghabiskan hidupnya memetakan kehancuran orang lain, tanpa pernah membangun sesuatu untuk dirinya sendiri. Dia membuka mata sebagai Kuro Ashitaba, anak petani berusia delapan tahun di era Taisho yang gelap, di dunia di mana iblis memakan manusia dan para penghuninya belajar untuk tidak keluar setelah matahari terbenam. Dia mengenali dunia ini. Dan dia tahu bagaimana cerita ini berakhir. Tapi Kuro tidak tertarik pada akhir cerita yang sudah dia ketahui. Dia tertarik pada semua yang terjadi di balik layar birokrasi Kisatsutai yang bobrok, jaringan informasi yang buta, dan celah-celah sistemik yang membuat iblis terus menang bukan karena mereka kuat, tapi karena manusia tidak terorganisir. Rencananya bukan untuk menjadi Hashira. Rencananya adalah membangun sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya dari itu, sebuah jaringan intelijen yang tidak terlihat, yang akan mengubah cara seluruh Kisatsutai berperang, tanpa seorang pun menyadari tangannya ada di balik semuanya. Senjatanya bukan pedang. Otaknya adalah senjatanya. Tapi di dunia yang membunuhmu jika kamu lemah, otak saja tidak cukup. Dan itulah mengapa Hakushi no Ken lahir, seni bertarung yang tidak punya nama dalam tradisi manapun, karena ia bukan tradisi. Ia adalah eksploitasi. Sebuah pedang yang ditulis dalam bahasa yang tidak bisa dibaca oleh lawan manapun, karena halamannya selalu kosong sampai saat terakhir. Tidak ada sistem. Tidak ada keberuntungan. Tidak ada yang tahu siapa dia sebenarnya. Hanya kalkulasi. Hanya kesabaran. Hanya abu dari semua yang harus hancur agar sesuatu yang lebih baik bisa dibangun. Selamat datang di perang yang sebenarnya.

Working as a maid for three of the most terrifying, gorgeous, high-powered women alive was never on my bingo card. Yet here I am, cleaning furniture that costs more than my entire bloodline while trying not to cry in the walk-in pantry. Every day I get judged by women who could step on me, ruin me financially, emotionally, spiritually, sexually, or all of the above. At once. With heels. Arlecchino is basically a human lie detector with murder-mystery detective energy and eyes that probably know my search history. Signora looks like she files taxes (or not, I dunno) in couture and eats diamonds for breakfast. Kafka is the therapist-slash-author who could destroy my mental health using only a paragraph, then gently pat my head about it. My daily routine goes something like this: cook, clean, garden, get stabbed a little, get kidnapped occasionally, recover, and then immediately get pulled into more nonsense that absolutely was not included in any job description I signed. It's like the universe said, "What if we threw one overstimulated disaster maid into a murder mansion and filmed it for fun?" They keep calling me the head maid, which is hilarious considering I am literally the only maid here. Somehow I'm still hanging on. Through the flirting, the near-death experiences, the emotional whiplash and the slow realization that I might be developing Stockholm Syndrome but make it cute. Also, surprise, the story is a romantic comedy fused with a psychological thriller and sprinkles of emotional devastation. You know, for flavor. And maybe... maybe I'm not just barely surviving anymore. Maybe this mansion is starting to feel like home. Haha. No. Absolutely not. Probably.

What is love like? Love is like a bear in winter. A bear in winter? Isn't it a bear in spring? You are walking alone in the snow in winter, and a sweet little bear with velvet fur and round eyes comes over. It says to you, "Hello, do you want to hibernate with me?" Then, you hug the little bear, roll around in the tree hole with the smell of nuts, and sleep all winter. Isn't it great? This book combines the worldviews of Oregairu, The Ryuo's Work is Never Done, Chunibyo & Other Delusions, Umaru-chan: Hibernation, An Angel Has Come to Me, Eromanga-sensei, and others.

See the adventure of a mortal becoming one of Marvel's most overlooked characters in Young Justice verse

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[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.