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World's Strongest Cameraman

[COMPLETED! For more of my work, check out my new book that's coming out: The Fourth Savior is Powerless! https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-fourth-savior-is-powerless_19917082105816805] Pethant Ouph was the laughing stock of the Cameraman's Association in a city filled with superhumans, and his life would be forever changed when he met the unassuming Jon Bo, the world's strongest cameraman. 'With every legendary fight throughout history, there had always been a need for a witness to tell the tale. Some say the one who is able to capture it is logically the strongest of them all.' Be it the groundbreaking clashes of professional fighters, the bloody debut of superheroes, breakouts at the most dangerous prison, a war between the National Treasure superhumans of two tyrannical governments, or a squabble between the two of the world's ten strongest superhumans, the world's strongest cameraman is always going to be there to stand witness. Not only for the content, or the fights, but also the occasional panty shots. Check out the first six chapters and see if this story is for you! The first 3 chapters are like the pilot episode of an anime, and the next 3 is the first mini-arc about the bloody debut of the pro hero. [COMPLETED! For more of my work, check out my new book that's coming out: The Fourth Savior is Powerless! https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-fourth-savior-is-powerless_19917082105816805] [Also, I love reading and replying to comments, good and bad! Just be a professional cameraman about it!] [Chat to me on discord: https://discord.gg/5AAyr5r] [Thanks to the therealsamie_'s IG comment who gave me this ridiculous idea. Writing this for the contest, but had too many wacky ideas to stop there. THE STORY IS ALL PLANNED OUT AND I DO NOT DROP STORIES!]

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New Year at the Citadel

'Um...what the fuck?'

As Mrs Queen went downstairs from her last relaxing bath of the year within the house of Mr King and hers, the absolute scenes in the living room nearly caused her to throw the towel in.

Within the warmly lit opening, over the shiny reflective floor tiles and in between the windows that showed the beautiful night lights of the Citadel, twelve sets of Mr King's armour were positioned in the middle of the room and arranged to spell 'HAPPY NEW YEAR', with Mr King nowhere to be found.

'What is this?' Mrs Queen asked, drying her hair and leaning against the steps, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at what's in front of her.

'Happy new year, darling.' Mr King said, sounding like all twelve armour speaking at the same time and making Mrs Queen rub her slightly puffy eyes after the warm shower.

'Yeah, I can see that.' Mrs Queen said, hanging the towel against the railing of the stairs, 'Which one are you?'