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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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Sacrificial Wish

At the beginning of everything, there was nothing.

Then, a hint of white appeared, and everything was birthed from within.

From the first second of this universe's existence, the story of the cosmos is written. And every story needs a protagonist. One whose shoulders we watch over, and one who has the plot armour.

Along the body of Mr King's Excalibur, the red axe of Inochi tainted the holy white with a drop of red. Then, as the initial shockwaves subsided and the second wave created yet another explosion that rocked the entire Endless Void, the drop of red grew into a single track of red.

Like a stream of spring water trying to find its way through the cracks in the rocks, the red slowly grew and expands outwards until it went from a single track that tainted the beauty and pureness of Mr King's Excalibur to a tree that went as deep and wide as the blade itself.