Jaakobah was living an ordinary life before the day he started playing that game. There are secrets that are beyond our existence and Jaakobah has chosen to walk down a road where he must unravel these mysteries and discover things he should not be discovering.

James Crosby wasn't an athlete, a scholar or even a guy with any real achievements under his belt. He just really enjoyed comic books. After he graduated from high school he only worked to fuel his comic book buying habits. Every six months his moment to shine came at the big comic book convention that came to town. He was a wizard at finding bargains and predicting the next big comic books to collect. Many of the shop owners would seek him out for his opinions at the shows. Other collectors even started to take an interest in what he was buying in order to sniff potential winners. That's why it wasn't surprising when in a dark corner of the winter comic convention a completely unknown new comic startup with a single title desperately waved him over to have a look. 

James smirked at the comic. He picked it up and started to flip through the pages. In a haughty voice, he commented, "The cover isn't bold enough to draw attention, the splash page was boring and the action is bogged down by the simplicity of the villains. Your heroes are too weak to protect the people, it makes them seem less like heroes and more like regular people trying to fight crime."

The man running the booth frowned and then said, "But the idea was that it was a world that would evolve over time. The heroes would grow stronger as the villains adapted to them."

James shook his head and frowned, "I don't know man, I'm sorry but I think you started this out too slow. The art is pretty good, and the story seems decent enough, but it needs a bigger start to really draw enough attention to blow up. I might check in again once you build the world up. It's just not one I'd follow as it is." 

The man running the booth said, "Alright, I thank you for taking the time to look. I'll take your ideas and run with them, take that book on me as payment for helping me make a better story."

James smiled and said, "I will, maybe at the next con, you'll have the book that really shocks the con."

After hearing James slam the book, most of the big time collectors completely ignored the man's booth. He only managed to sell a couple of his books as a result. The man seemed to stare daggers into James all day any time he passed by. 

James managed to buy a few dozen books at a decent price and felt as if he had won the lottery as he looked through his new found treasures. He stood at a friend's comic book booth and started to talk up what he found. "Look, dude, I got a copy of X-men number two sixty-six out of a guy's twenty-five cent box in mint! Not only that, I found a second print copy of TMNT for two hundred and fifty that's at least high mint. The guy was just trying to cover his cost for attending the show and took half of what he was asking originally."

His friend Matt was a tall lanky man with sunken cheeks. He had a slight belly and wore a Wolverine t-shirt and khaki pants. He blinked his eyes and said in a shocked nasal toned voice, "Two-fifty! I'll give you five hundred right now if you'll let it go, I can put that up in my shop for eight at least!"

James looked at his friend for a few long seconds and then nodded and smiled, "Alright, Matt, you got it. But throw in a copy of Batman number six oh nine and you got a deal!" 

Matt raised an eyebrow and then asked, "You know something about that issue you aren't telling me, dude? It's not a high-value comic."

James just shrugged and said, "Just liked the cover."

Matt frowned and then traded books with James and grumbled, "Every time we do deal I feel like you are ripping me off, even though I am supposed to be the one ripping you off."

James laughed and then gave a wave as he took the money and his bag of treasures and made his way to the exit. He was leaving with the same amount of money he walked in with and a bag of comics that left a huge grin on his face. He felt like he was the king of the world as walked past a line of people dressed as their favorite superheroes. James shook his head at them. He always found the costumes to be wrong somehow like they were trying too hard to match the look of the comic instead of the idea behind the suits. His mind began to wander as he imagined how he would make a super costume if he was a hero. 

James got into his car, a peach-colored 1982 AMC Eagle station wagon that was too ugly for words. The floors of his car were littered with fast food trash and empty soda cans. He set his new comic book treasures on the passenger seat that almost never saw a body occupying it. James made the short trip from the convention center to his studio apartment in record time. He was too excited for words as he managed to grab two comics that would fill gaps in his collection basically for free thanks to his wheeling and dealing. Walking into his apartment all that could be seen were rows of stacked white comic book boxes. On another wall was an array of Batman comic books with a single hole in the middle which James walked over and thumb tacked the new book into the hole with a satisfied sigh. 

James laid down on his bed and picked up the new books he bought and then for some reason the book he had been given for free grabbed his attention. He decided to give the story a proper read now that he wasn't distracted. Aside from the things he brought up at the show he felt like the story was somehow more compelling than he thought at the time he skimmed it at the show. It was a story about people who woke up to find that they could level themselves up by doing things. The idea was that each time they completed an action they would notice a small number pop up in the corner of their vision. After a while, they would start to notice that their skills and abilities were growing fast. Eventually turning them into what could only be described as a superhero.

James snorted in disbelief and then shook his head. He thought about all of the superheroes he followed, most of them either had genius intellects or teachers who trained them to be superior warriors. They weren't just regular people. He thought of what it would be like for him to have that kind of ability. He shook his head and laughed, saying out loud, "If I had a system like that I wouldn't stick my fucking neck out to help people that's just bat shit crazy."

James couldn't get the idea out of his head, it was running through his mind like a virus. He just wanted to sleep but it was killing him that the comic he read was so flawed he didn't know exactly what the flaw was so he kept rethinking it over and over. It wasn't the skill itself, it was the motivation. Just having skill and ability wouldn't motivate a hero. He thought of Batman and how his parents were killed causing him to seek vengeance. Or how Spider-man had to see his Uncle killed to motivate him. The Punisher lost his family. The mutants from the X-Men were all trying to save their kind from extinction and build up a good impression from regular people. Superman lost his entire planet. The characters in this comic book he was given were just regular people who had no motivation to be more than who they were. 

James eventually drifted off to sleep. A voice in the blackness spoke softly, "Initiating transformation. Power system loaded. Experience system loaded. Character creation successful. Motivation system progress 1%. Starting wake-up mode in ten, nine, eight, seven. The voice grew softer and softer until James saw daylight once again. He shook his head and thought, "What an odd dream." He yawned and stretched out he swiftly turned his head as he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. A small red number "+1" hung in the corner of his vision for a split second. He shook his head again only to see another "+1" drift off. He moved his arm wildly and another "+1" appeared. That was when he noticed something off about his apartment. The comic books on the wall had changed. The familiar names were gone and replaced with names that similar yet different.

He shouted out, "Alright real funny, I don't know which of you it is, but I want my real collection back and if I find even a single damaged book you are getting sued!" 

Once again a "+1" popped up in the corner of his eye.

James shook his head and frowned, he checked the time and knew it was time to get to work, he didn't have time to play around with the jokesters. He quickly showered and dressed in his uniform and then sped off to work. The little "+1" that kept popping up was very annoying to James, but he did his best to ignore it. When he got to work he felt something was off as the name of the restaurant on the sign was spelled oddly. He looked up and frowned, "Burger Kang? Is this part of the joke?" He looked across the street and noticed that the place across from them had a different sign as well. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and asked, "MacRonalds?" 

He walked inside starting to feel confused. He recognized all of his coworkers but the menu boards were all changed subtly so that at first glance it was normal but things were just slightly named differently. Instead of a whopper they now sold a whapper. He noticed a newspaper no longer said New York Times, instead, it had New City Times written at the top of the page, he grabbed one of his coworkers and asked, "Dude, is it just me or does this place look different today?"

His coworker laughed and said, "Yeah man, those graveyard shift bastards didn't mop, Ralphie threw a fit this morning. You got mop duty bro, wouldn't slack it off today. He's in that kind of mood." 

James grabbed the mop and started to do his job. He noticed that as he worked his level of skill with mopping rapidly improved to the point that the floors looked like they were being professionally cleaned. The manager came out of his office and stared in amazement as James mopped effortlessly but cleaned the floors back to a new like appearance. He grinned broadly and said, "Great work Jimmy. Thanks for busting ass on these floors. The rest of you bums should take your example from Jimmy."

Everyone stared daggers at James who could only smile and shrug. It went like that all day, anything he worked on would become incredibly easy to him if he did it long enough. All the time the "+1" would appear. By the time he was done with his shift, his coworkers were no longer speaking to him because he had raised the bar for every job in the restaurant to the point they felt like they could no longer meet expectations. Even Ralphie the manager started to feel insecure about his position. 

James went to start his car and of course, it wouldn't start. He popped the hood and climbed out hoping he could figure out what was wrong with it. When he opened the hood he was shocked to find the entire motor missing. It was as if it had been completely torn out. He spun around looking in all directions as his heart pounded, he suddenly felt very unsafe. He thought about his work today and decided to try running home, maybe he would get better at running if he did that. 

James ran as if someone was chasing him, and just like with his work today he slowly improved at running until it was effortless for him. He managed to run the four miles back to his house in half an hour. For a guy who hadn't done any running in years, he felt like he had accomplished an impossible feat. In fact, he knew for certain that was the furthest he had ever run and when he got home he felt the same way he did at the end of his workday. Slightly tired but still capable of doing more. He looked across the street at the twenty-four-hour gym and decided to find out if the thought scratching at the back of his head was real. 

After he went home and changed, he walked over to the gym and then up to the counter and asked the girl there, "Hi, I was wondering what it costs to get a membership here?" 

The girl smiled happily and said, "Well, why don't you try out the gym first and see if it's what you need. After you work out, we can talk about our membership plans." 

He smirked and nodded, "Thank you, I think I will." He walked inside and started doing a circuit through the gym. Just as he thought each machine became easier and easier the more he exercised on it. He looked in the mirror and noticed that his body was slowly but visibly changing. When he walked into the gym he was still the same skin and bones scrawny looking man that he had been since he graduated from high school years earlier. But just an hour in the gym and he already had started to appear like someone who had been working out for years. James stared in disbelief at the image in the mirror. He looked down at his arms and could see defined musculature. He looked at the machines and suddenly found himself obsessed with them. He would use each machine until he was at its maximum weight and then move to the next. By the time he completed a full circuit of the gym he looked like a bodybuilder. He was staring in awe at the image of himself in the mirror, his clothes were stretched to the point of nearly ripping. He noticed that the sun was starting to come up and realized he had spent the entire night at the gym.

When he walked up to the counter the same girl was yawning and stretching while saying to another girl, "I had a skinny guy come in last night I haven't seen him leave yet, I hope he didn't hurt himself."

He walked up in front of her and said, "Hi, I tried out the gym here, it was ok, but I think I need a gym with more weights. Thank you for the trial though." 

She looked at him like it was the first time she had seen him and asked, "I'm sorry, but did we already speak? I don't recall when you came in." 

He chuckled and said, "Skinny guy that you were worried would hurt himself." 

She stared in disbelief as he walked out. The girl next to her snorted derisively and said, "Girl you need to lower your standards. Not every guy can be as big as a powerlifter. That guy was totally ripped."

James walked to his apartment and sat down on his bed. He suddenly felt his adrenaline kick in as he searched for the comic book he picked up at the con. He found it and immediately opened it only to find that the pages were all blank. The picture on the cover changed to a picture of himself lifting weights and growing stronger. The splash page changed to a picture of him mopping at Burger Kang. The next page showed him running after finding that his car had been sabotaged. Then it was him lifting weights in the gym rapidly building his body by doing each exercise. He stammered and said, "Fuck this, I am not a hero, I have no motivation to be a hero!"

He tossed the comic off his bed and collapsed back on it with a sigh. Maybe he could call in sick, he only had four hours until it was time to work again and he still hadn't slept. He closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The story of a Comic Book Collector who is brought to a world where he finds out that he is one of the special people who can earn experience and level up to become a superhero.

~Watchtower~
Xander slowly woke up, and found that he was sitting at the table in the conference room, while Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Zatanna, were all in a corner of the room talking animatedly. Batman shot him a look as Xander lifted his head, but did not say anything, simply going on with the conversation.
Xander swallowed hard, it was a bit much to take in. These were people that he had always regarded as simple creations of fantasy were real, live breathing beings. And he knew a hell of a lot about them. ~okay think. I am in a different dimension, obviously one where the comic books I read are about real people… or the real people inspired comic books.. not sure which. So.. I am in a world where Batman is real… wonder if I can meet Batgirl.. hell wonder if she is Oracle yet.. if not.. can I stop that? Hmm… lots of questions. How the hell did my life get to this point, that this, even dealing with Joker, is preferable to what I left?~ Xander thought back to what had happened to the group in the six month since Sunnydale fell into the sink hole.
~musings on the past~
It hadn't started off so bad, everyone working to make things better, find a place to live, and give everyone time to heal. Robin had been pretty badly wounded so Faith was less a part of what slowly happened, as she was focused on helping Robin heal. Maybe that was part of why she disappeared when she did. He had gotten a construction job that was paying decent money and that was the main income for everyone. Then there had been an accident on the site; he had been hurt pretty badly. It was funny in retrospect; he got hurt worse in a normal accident than he ever had fighting the bad guys. Maybe that was when it changed. He was in the hospital for a week, nothing broken but internal bleeding that took a while to heal. When he got home everyone was rather solicitous of him, always there to help, and make sure he was not alone. It was nice at first but rapidly got smothering as he slowly exercised to get back into shape. Finally he got to the point where he was getting up at 3 am, when most everyone was crashed from a night of patrolling to go to the gym he had helped set up in the basement, to work out, alone.
A few of the slayers had developed crushes on him, as he was the only visible male around in the right age range. He gently pushed them off, but Buffy occasionally teased him about having a harem of slayers around to choose from. At first it was funny. But then it changed. He had met a nice girl at a coffee shop and had asked her out, and to his amazement she accepted. It was proof of his bad taste in women. While she was not a demon she was a lure for a gang who liked to rob and beat people. He made it out with only a few bruises but when Buffy and Willow saw him it really hit the fan. He understood they were worried about him, but they went a bit overboard. And it did not help when one of the younger slayers from a farming background mentioned she would be more than willing to 'service him' in a second. At first that was a just a joke, but so many new people coming in heard it that it started being treated as if it was really there, if he wanted it. Xander never asked, mainly because he did not want to know, but he began to suspect the older slayers were telling the younger they should sleep with him if he wanted it. It was the only thing that could explain some of the really weird looks he got from the new ones. Like all things, if it exists long enough, you start to believe it, and soon most of the slayers along with Buffy and Willow all believed he could be serviced, if he asked. Xander was slowly dying inside and just became quieter and quieter, barely talking to the newer slayers, scared of what they might say. Buffy and Willow had gotten to the point where they felt like they controlled everyone. None of the Slayers said boo to them, and Giles and Robin were often in England dealing with 'Council' matters. So there was no one there to guide them in a different direction. Xander tried, but when he did he got the "oh.. you just don't understand Xander, you have to trust we know what is best, after all we are the chosen ones with powers." So when Zatanna arrived it seemed like an answer to a prayer, and one he leapt at.
~end musings~
"OKAY!" that should brought Xander out of his mental fugue and he looked up at the quartet across the room. Batman stalked towards him, ending up looming over him with a gleam of frustration in his eyes. "We have decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you are going to have to answer a lot of questions, under the lasso, and then we will decide what to do with you."
Xander swallowed "you know the movies made you seem much nicer, I think Frank Miller had your attitude down… you can be rather scary."
Batman blinked "Movies… they made movies about us?" He was thrown for a loop, usually people being favored with his 'I will make your life hell' attitude, pleaded for mercy.
"Well about you and Superman there… they were talking about a Wonder Woman movie… but haven't gotten that far. Um.. sure I can answer your questions… one question first.. is Barbara still Batgirl, or is she Oracle?"
Batman froze shock rippling through his system, overwhelming desire to strangle the young man in front of him, Oracles' identity was probably a more closely guarded secret than most, but he answered Xander, his voice having the warmth of liquid nitrogen. "Oracle"
Xander sagged a little. "Damn.. would have been nice if I could have prevented that. Okay… where is the lasso… ask away."
Batman blinked and unfroze, ~he wanted to stop it… maybe.. maybe he is what we wanted, but I still want to know what he knows~ "Diana all yours." Stepping back a little, watching Xander with all his renowned detective skills. ~out of shape (by Batman's standards decent for us lazy Americans), one eye, young but old, has a caring nature, even of people he once thought were fictional characters, Zatanna likes him and she is not taken in easily, why him, why this young man to help with the plague of Slayers?~ Batman's mind turning over the facts he had, watching and waiting to see what else the questioning would reveal.

Alexander Harris guardian of slayers.

Crossover: Justice League of America









Disclaimer: This is owned by so many people, and none of them are me.

Overall Build

Name: Ambrosius Malphas
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5'8
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gold
Looks: Ozymandias from Fate Grand Order
Build: Medium
Body Type: Athlete

Stats
Strength: 1
Endurance: 1
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Appeal: 0
Shape: 0
Sense: 2
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Batman Arkham Asylum CYOA Jump

https://imgur.com/r/JumpChain/0tDdq

1000 CP to spend

Origin: Bat-Family(-100 CP) - Thomas Elliot's son with Lucy Malphas, who is the last member of the declining Malphas family. Due to Thomas missing, he was taken in by Bruce Wayne as a favor from Lucy on her deathbed. Puzzled out Bruce's secret as Batman at age 13, trained extensively with Bruce for two years before finally debuting 6 months before Arkham Asylum.

Perks:

Comic-Book Looks (-100 CP): Strong jaws, herculean physiques, or beautiful curves. More than a few of the people around here are amazingly beautiful/handsome, and with the purchase of this, so are you.

It's Me, Remember? (Free for Bat Family): You know how to keep projects and operations secret. You could build an (admittedly small) hi-tech base underneath an insane asylum without anyone being the wiser. Looks like you've at least inherited Batman's ability to keep things secret.

World's Greatest Detective (-100 CP for Bat Family): You a fan of Holmes? Poirot? You must be, because now you're a pretty great detective yourself. You pick up the slightest details about your environment, and are able to connect clues together nearly instantaneously. With this, you might just become the equal to Batman as a detective.

Enough To Kill 10 Men (-200 CP for Bat Family): You possess a determination rivaled only by Batman himself. You possess the will to keep your sanity even after you've been injected with a drug that turns it's users into ten-feet tall raving lunatics, and to keep going after being injected with enough Fear Gas to kill 10 men. Suffice to say, its going to take a lot to put you down and keep you there.

Martial Arts Grandmaster (-300 CP for Bat Family): You possess an intense and crushing mastery of martial arts. In fights, you have to actively hold back to keep from killing people. You know just what spots to target to break bones, and where to punch to incapacitate someone. With just this, you could go up against some of the strongest superhumans and have good odds of winning.

Items:

Belt O' Tools (Free for Bat Family): Batman graciously seems to have loaned you a belt containing the tools that he'll be using for this adventure. This includes stuff like remotely applied explosives gel capable of bringing down walls (though never seems to kill when blown up near someones feet), to a cryptographic sequencer able to track signals, hack terminals, and listen to live radio broadcasts. ...How did he know you'd be needing this stuff?

Animal Suit (-100 CP for Bat Family): A hightech set of body armor themed after an animal of your choice (DCAU Damian Wayne Robin suit). The head piece contains advanced electronics equipment that scans the environment for information and clues relevant to the situation. It can pick up anything from gaseous alcohol molecules that'll lead you to a crooked guard, to traces of tobacco on the ground to lead you to a hostage. You may also import a set of armor you already own to gain these qualities.

Bat Wing (-200 CP for Bat Family): Hmm, seems like you've picked up one of Batman's spare vehicles. The Batwing is a supersonic aircraft faster than many jet fighters, possess advanced stealth systems that make it invisible to radar, and can be operated remotely, or operate autonomously.

Bat Cave (-300 CP for Bat Family): A series of platforms and bridges situated within a small cave. Contains a computer with immense analytical abilities, a landing platform for any aerial vehicles you have, and some workshops for working on gadgets and gizmos. After the jump this can either be attached to the warehouse, or will appear somewhere nearby.

Drawbacks:

Seductive Ivy (+400 CP): Aw, isn't Poison Ivy simply the greatest? Her attempts to save the environment, her personality, her intelligence...She's just the best, and you're totally not saying this because she's brainwashed you with pheromones are anything. You'd be willing to do anything for her, even fight the Batman.

Dying and meeting a ROB was interesting. However like Dumbledore said, "After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." And for me that was literally the truth. CYOA, SI, Jumpchain 

If you guys see the same fic on FF.net, spacebattles, sufficient velocity and wattpad, then it's not stolen, it's me.

Picture does not belong to me.

You can reach me on my discord: https://discord.gg/QMSCfBS

The bat-mobile was nearing Wayne Manor from an area covered in trees so Alejandro could not see the Manor. He attempted to read batman's mind but all he got was static and batman responded

Batman: I had training from john johnzz so I can circumvent your attempt to read my mind. Try it again and I will gas you to sleep. 

Batman does not like anyone going into his head but his response alone baffled Alejandro. He did not dare to try to read batman mind again but looked ahead and saw that he was going to go into a waterfall and freaked out for a short amount of time. Screams were coming from the bat-mobile until the car jumped into the waterfall and a tunnel within filled with lights and tech and a huge cave. Although Alejandro has gamer mind which helps keep him calm under duress it didn't kick in that second until he went through the waterfall there seemed to be a gap in time where it kicks in too late. The bat car approached the middle of the bat cave and parked the car and the bat-mobile opened and batman came out and Alejandro was frozen in place for a second. 

Batman walked up to a gigantic computer and turned it on showing a name and a picture Jason Blood, Zatanna, John Constantine, and DR. Fate as well as many other mystical members of the justice league with powers and abilities listed. Batman looked at Alejandro as he attempted to get out of bat-car awkwardly.  

Batman: "I know you have psychic powers however I checked your background and everything about you is normal and your DNA checks out as human. I could feel you attempting to read my mind before we got here. The reason I got you is that there is a prophecy from both of our young and older League members whose powers are magical calming that a powerful being will come into existence which might be the doom or salvation of us all. So I investigated and studies births and past and current events and did not find anything until a few days ago." 

Batman clicked the computer and it showed Jaime turning into blue beetle the first time and the fights he got into. Then showing that after Jaime having better control of himself after the next day. Batman then proceeds to show  M'gann M'orzz picture and powers and abilities listed. 

Batman: "Recently M'gann bioship communicated to M'gann that another bio-ship was close by but was cloaked but she couldn't sense anyone. I investigated the surrounding area with my satellite and saw an almost undetectable ripple so I studied M'gann ship and found out that the only way something like that occurs is if the ship is in camouflaged mode. Your mistake was that you flew over happy harbor when you left El Paso. I do not know how you were in two places at once so I have spoken to J'onn J'onzz and he spoke to mars the real martian officer was late by a week."

Batman Investigation skills were no joke he even manages to figure out that Alejandro was somehow even though the Martians did not know his true identity. Batman began asking me if Alejandro wanted to work and train under him so he can keep a close eye on him through the young justice group and make sure that he did not became the destruction of the world. Batman said it was mandatory. 

Alejandro: "So you want me to go to some fancy school and work under your "apprenticeship" as a cover and join a group called Young Justice who will babysit me or test my character? Okay, then let's be honest I...."

Alejandro explained his powers were psychic and he felt the call to go to mars to help and then he explained almost everything to batman except for the system and Alejandro expect batman to be just as honest. Batman did not like exposing his identity to Alejandro but since Alejandro put it down as a condition to work with the league and young justice. Batman knew it was a risk he had to take. After their agreement Batman inputted a code name and authorization for Alejandro into the system then he escorted Alejandro to a zeta beam. On the opposite end of the zeta beam in Happy Harbor a mechanical voice verifying the designation of two people coming through.

02-Batman
B-34 Psi

A group of youths standing at the end of the zeta beam awaiting batman arrival and the team consists of BeastBoy, Kid Flash, Robin, Miss Martin, Zatanna, Raven, Aqualad, and Superboy. Batman and Alejandro (code name: Psi) entered into the hollowed-out mountain and addressed the team. Alejandro feeling shy put his hoodie over his face because he did not want to show his expression of excitement meeting all of his heroes in one day. He was afraid he would get so excited and faint if he met the rest of the Justice League. 

Miss Martin: "Welcome to our team I would like to extend thanks for helping my people on my home planet."

Superboy: "angry stare..."

Kid Flash: "Hey nice to meet you"

BeastBoy: "Thank you for saving my sister's home-planet my name is Garfield"

Raven: "waves but has an intense stare as if she trying to figure him out"

Robin: "welcome to the team."

Aqualad: "Guys we are overwhelming him lets give him some space so he can get comfortable"

Zatanna: " It is him! I can feel his power with my magic."

Everyone looks at Zatanna knowing she was referring to the prophecy but the whole time Alejandro was dealing with another problem entirely. 

[Host has learned and mastered Hydrokinesis, Electrokinesis, Underwater breathing, Accelerated Metabolism/Superhuman Speed/Reflexes/Stamina/Molecular acceleration/agility/ Animal Morphing now merging with current shape-shifting powers/ Magic (cannot be used due to flaw in magic host must create a better power if not then with each and every magical used a price must be paid), Empathy/Emphatic Absorption/Emphatic inducement/Emphatic healing, Astral projection, Solar Energy Absorption/ Super Senses, Super strength, Infrared vision, Telescopic vision, Microscopic vision.] 

Alejandro was shocked but didn't understand why he did not obtain the physiology of a Kryptonian, homo-magi, or martian he just learned their powers and reconditioned it to work for him in his enhanced human body which he was fine with. His only problem was magic and it price factor so he knew he couldn't use magic he was planning to create better physiology and stack it with his enhanced human physiology according to the system instruction. He had no idea how he was going to do it but he was determined to find out. Although everyone was realizing that Raven and Zatanna were flocking to him as if they were drawn to him but wary of his energy. He also had to ponder on the fact that the team is different than the show, and comics so not everything is in line 100% according to his comic or television knowledge so he had to keep learning. 

Robin and Superboy escorted Alejandro to his room so he could get some breathing room. They informed him that he was going to have to get up tomorrow since he starts his new day in school and then later he will come back and begin training.

A hard-working family man in his 30s stuck in an endless repetition of living in a mundane world. The only joy that made him happy is his wife, kids, and DC comics. Unfortunately, He was murdered because someone who was wearing a MAGA hat saw him and his family speaking in sign language and mistaken their method of communication for gang signs. 

Because of that, he called his friends as he tailed the deaf family before they could even get home and confronted them with his buddies screaming "stupid wetbacks how dare you! you guys come here to my country America and steal our jobs! MS13 does not belong here!" BANG BANG BANG BANG! 

The Man dying and his the rest of his family dead, while attempting to defend them and fight back their only crime, was being deaf and mixed with Mexican, Puerto Rican, and El Salvadorian.  In his dying breath as he held his family one last time thinking GOD I wish I had superpowers so nobody family could go through what we went through.  GASP fade to black.  

A mysterious being spoke "I heard your prayers yet I cannot send you back to your world I will reincarnate you to DC Universe" A voice thundered from the being and a flash of light surrounded the man's soul before it faded to nothingness.

Many mass actors, in fact, are real movie lovers.
 
It's not because the pay is too low, but because the job opportunities are really limited, after all, there is no performance or appearance requirements for the mass, anyone who is interested in this can participate, which makes the competition more intense.
 
Further, the work of many actors and actresses are very hard, such as the filming of "The Pacific" actors and actresses, they may lie in the mud for a whole day, or wait for a whole day, just to appear in the camera for less than a second; and for example, "The Walking Dead" mass, special makeup will need four to six hours, remove makeup also need one to two hours, each day must be repeated.
 
So, if they do not really love the film, they are unlikely to stick with it - may be once or twice after the hobby of trying, then give up.
 
More than actors, drag queens are like pure idealists, with a dream of an actor that can never be realized, with a great ideal for the film, tirelessly walking down the road to the end.
 
The old man in front of him seemed to be the same, Renly thought, he really some interesting, both words and actions, he opened his mouth with interest to ask, "Alfred? Tell me, is that your real name, or is it a stage name that you changed specifically for the show?"
 
Alfred Wayne, the name itself is also full of profound meanings. As we all know, the "Batman" real name is Bruce Wayne, and his butler is called Alfred. When you hear the name "Alfred Wayne", it is difficult not to have an association.
 
"Oh huh." Alfred laughed in a low voice, Renly is not the first actor to hear the deeper meaning of his name, but the first actor who did not joke but seriously asked, the slender eyes shone with a cunning light, "Who knows, I could have become a good butler for Batman, did not think, but now became a decrepit old Goofy. So, maybe this is my destiny, or maybe, this is my real name."
 
The staged words did not conceal his flirtation and banter.
 
The end of Renly's eyebrows rose gently, meaningfully, "Is that why you hate George? Or am I thinking too much?"
 
In 1997, George Clooney starred in "Batman & Robin", his first commercial blockbuster after he became famous with "ER", when his career took off, but this version of Batman became a complete disaster. Not only did it flop at the box office, but the media reputation was also in shambles, and what's more, it was attacked by countless comic book fans.
 
This became a major black spot in George's career, first letting Warner Brothers dust off the series for nearly a decade, and then letting George completely cut ties with the class hero, and twenty years later there are still people teasing George with this work.
 
Before "Batman & Robin", the 1995 "Batman Forever" directed by Joe Schumacher, Val Kilmer as Batman, achieved great success, the whole North American parties won a roar of approval, and was even considered one of the best comic book adaptations of the nineties.
 
However, in the shooting of the sequel, including Val Kilmer, a number of the main actors, but for a variety of reasons to resign. Having no choice, Warner Bros. had to reassemble the cast, which aimed at George.
 
Similarly, the role of Alfred the butler also want to re-find actors, the previous actor Michael Gough has been three consecutive appearances in this role, including Jack Nicholson starred in the version of the classic Joker.
 
Alfred's simple words just now, and then contact him and Nathan's conversation before, full of resentment against George. So, Renly had a bold guess: could it be that the Alfred in front of him was one of the candidates for the Butler replacement actor?
 
Although "Batman & Robin" suffered a fiasco, but at the beginning of the preparation of no one knew this, not to mention, even if the box office failure, the responsibility is not the supporting cast to carry, so for second- and third-tier actors, that is the perfect opportunity, but unfortunately, Alfred missed that opportunity. The fourth time Michael Gough played the role of the butler, which also made Alfred's career a disaster, the actor's career from then on to the decline, never won the opportunity, only bland gigs, one after another.
 
Of course, this was just a casual guess on Renly's part, the result of a brainstorming exercise.
 
The words of Renly made Alfred freeze, his expression stiffened, his eyes almost narrowed to a slit with an unreadable cloudy glow, and for a moment he seemed to be caught in a memory. But, just for a moment, the blink of an eye has disappeared, almost making people think it was purely their own illusion.
 
"Oh huh." Alfred laughed freely, "I wish it were so. At least, it shows that I was once a character." The self-deprecating laugh carried a hint of relief, making it impossible to tell the truth from the words.
 
"The fact that you were once a character, I can see that you have appeared in quite a few productions, and I always thought you looked familiar."
 
"Really?" Alfred had a big smile on his face, "Do you remember which production it was? My most recent production was "Grey's Anatomy", in which I played a doctor and appeared in the background every now and then. By the way, I also have a photo with the cast of the show." He took his phone out of his pocket, opened his photo favorites and started flipping through them, "In fact, I've been working with them for three years now, so if you've seen the production, then maybe you've seen me."
 
"Three years, that's not a short time." Renly nodded, his eyes fell on the phone screen, "Did you really get involved in the surgery scenes as well?"
 
"Oh, no, I was just in the hallway." Alfred enthusiastically introduced, "This, is a picture of me in "Prison Break" show, I played a prisoner. And there's also this "King Kong"."
 
"This is Peter Jackson?" Renly said in surprise.
 
Alfred enthusiastically introduced the film for Renly to run through the mass set, but some photos have been relatively long time ago, and not stored on this phone, so he also specifically fished out his Facebook page, found the photos on it, for further explanation.
 
For the mass actors, they can't seem to find any presence, even if they tell their friends and family, "I'm in "Fast 5"" But when the movie is released, they try their best and stare, but they don't necessarily find it, because they also don't know which scenes will be left and which ones will be cut, and maybe they are in the parts that were cut. Even if they are not cut, they may just be a glimpse of the camera sweeping past.
 
They are actors, but they are not actors, and even more non-existent than the understudies. The absurd thing is that they are an integral part of the cast.
 
These photos are the only proof that they were involved, and the only proof that they are "actors".
 
Alfred knew he was showing off and talking, he couldn't help it; but he could sense that Renly was not being polite, but genuinely interested, even asking for details about certain productions, as if he were a real movie buff, not an actor.
 
"Sorry, my introduction seems a bit long." Alfred took back his phone, and a hint of restraint passed over his face. Renly was an actor, a real actor, and he didn't need to browse through these drag queen photos; he could actually participate, stand in front of the camera and bask in the limelight. "You should know more about what it's like to be on set than I do."
 
"I wouldn't say that." Renly laughed lightly, "This is only my third feature film. Of course, if you count the TV series, well, let's see, I think it's the tenth, that's quite a lot, but it's still not as good as yours."
 
Alfred froze and then realized that Renly was counting every episode of "The Pacific" as a production, and he laughed again, "I forgot that you're going to be shooting your first scene today, right? I'll be in that scene, too. You should be able to find me in the crowd."
 
"Sorry, I wouldn't have been able to distract myself from looking for you during the work, otherwise the audience would have thought you were my love interest." Renly's flirtatious words made Alfred burst out laughing brightly.
 
He liked this kind of Renly. Even if this was Renly's perfect social mask, he still liked it.
 
Alfred took a packet of rainbow candy out of his pocket, poured it into his palm, and then tossed a handful into his mouth. Noticing Renly's inquisitive look, he said with a grin, "When you kick certain habits, you're bound to pick up others."
 
It dawned on Renly that he could guess that Alfred had kicked his smoking habit - or maybe his drinking habit - and then picked up the habit of eating candy.
 
"Do you want to try some? I see you look very curious." Alfred took the initiative to extend the candy bag, said friendly.
 
Renly shook his head, "No, I don't actually like candy, except for milk candy." Renly said honestly, "It's just that, your candy eating habits remind me of a friend. Ryan Gosling, do you know him?"
 
Alfred didn't expect Renly to refuse so directly, most actors would actually take it for the sake of face work, as for eating it or not is another matter; even if they refused, they would most likely find a good excuse, such as being on a fitness or diet. But Renly's refusal was so crisp and clear that Alfred didn't notice being offended, but instead gave a smile.
 
"Gosling, of course, "The Notebook", who doesn't know that?" Alfred put the rainbow candy back and handed it to Nathan, who was standing on the other side, and Nathan took it with a smile and poured a large handful without ceremony, resulting in the bag being mostly emptied, and that straightforward look made Alfred chuckle.
 
"Does he like candy, too? I mean, Ryan."

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Perhaps some might wonder where Feng Bujue got his bombs and parachute, how he met up with Two-Face, and what happened to Mr. Freeze…
Those details were rather unimportant, so they have been summarized below.
First, King of Shadows did not die from the explosion; he quit the game on his own. At the time, he believed that he might not die from the explosion and stayed in the ice to observe Feng Bujue and Mr. Freeze set up the bombs. After ten minutes of observation, he despaired. Even though he was not an expert, he could see how big the explosion would be, so he disconnected.
But Feng Bujue and Mr. Freeze still blew up the factory because… well, destroying the evidence was one reason, and the other was to continue Feng Bujue's plan. After that, Feng Bujue hurried to Mr. Freeze's other liar in the city. There, Prof Fries took one SCP-500 because he did not want to risk his wife, and his cold-blooded venom was cured. Then, Mr. Freeze truly believed that the medicine given to him was an ambrosia.
Prof Fries used the medicine to cure his wife. He did not even need to defrost her; the medicine not only cured her but also awakened her. Fries was in Feng Bujue's debt, and that gave the latter a lot of bargaining power. Therefore, Feng Bujue got not only the low temperature armor and the freeze ray guns but all the criminal resource from Mr. Freeze. Of course, Feng Bujue would pay him back, but the price could be negotiated.
After getting all that, Feng Bujue instantly tried to reach out to Two-Face. Two-Face and Penguin both had actual businesses as cover. For Feng Bujue, finding them was not hard. The hard part was convincing Two-Face to cooperate with a nobody like him.
Fortunately, Brother Jue was a good salesman, and he knew these characters' personalities. He showed off his 'special technology', his inventory; stated his stance, that he was not a good person; and used Shield to block the bullets fired at him. Finally, Harvey Dent gave this traveler from another dimension a chance. He tossed a coin to see he would trust him or not. When everything was ready, it had been some time since the explosion. The police had naturally been notified and knew that this had something to do with the supervillains. This meant that the Network knew about it as well. Therefore, Feng Bujue believed that one superhero would come to take a look, and they might arrive alone. Then came the show between him and Tim.
If it was the fake Batman played by Jason Todd who had gone, then perhaps Feng Bujue would have been in danger. But a young man like Tim Drake was too easy to fool. His every move and action was within Feng Bujue's prediction. This was not an issue of intellect but character setting. The good guys had too many things to worry about. Just one hostage or a scare that might hurt the public, and they would be limited. If the antagonists in the comic were all as cunning and held no bars like Feng Bujue, all the good guys would be long dead.
…
Tim was feeling drowsy. The heavy blow to his head had caused him to lose some of his memory, but he started to look around him. There was a camera before him and two lights on tripod, and there was only darkness behind him.
Looking around, the lit-up area around him was limited. He could only see about ten meters around him, and the rest was covered in darkness. Above him, he could see the high ceiling. Based on the curve of the roof, this should be a large warehouse.
"Hey, I'm not yet ready for my debut," Tim said.
"A joke is not going to change the situation, birdie," Two-Face suddenly said.
Tim lifted his head and saw Harvey Dent appear from the darkness. "Two-Face…"
"Mr. Dent and I have achieved a consensus." Feng Bujue finished adjusting the material and turned back to say, "Your death will be a wonderful performance."
"What do you plan to do, Traveler from another dimension?" Tim caught the camera from the corner of his eyes. "You and Two-Face…"
"Enough, Tim." Feng Bujue cut him off. "I haven't even started the recording yet. If you want to leave behind clues in the video, at least wait for me to start the machine first."
"I will not die for no reason; the others will avenge me!" Tim was not afraid of death. That was one of the first things required as a superhero.
"That is what I am hoping for," Feng Bujue replied. "The faster the revenge comes, the better. Hatred is motivation, Tim, but sometimes… hatred will blind people's eyes."
"Kid, I'm giving you a warning. Don't say crazy things before the camera," Two-Face reminded Feng Bujue.
"This is not a live stream." Feng Bujue shrugged.
"Haha…" Two-Face laughed mirthlessly
"Don't worry, I am different from your useless underlings, Mr. Dent." Feng Bujue bowed and gestured for him to move away. "Now, please step back so that you do not show in the picture."
Two-Face's lips twitched. He adjusted his suit corner and retreated into the darkness.
"Okay, before we start…" Feng Bujue took a roll of tape from the nearby table and taped Tim's mouth.
"Hmm…" Tim tried his best, but that was all the sound that he could make. Right then, Feng Bujue activated the machine and started the recording.
"Citizens of Gotham City, hello." He stood before the camera and used his body to block Tim, who was tied on the chair. "First, let me introduce myself. I am a traveler from another dimension. You can call me John Doe.
"I was the person who dropped thousands of dollars on the streets and killed three officers."
When he heard that, Tim knew that things were serious. Earlier, what Feng Bujue had told him about law, as extreme as it was, was the truth. If Feng Bujue had a silver tongue, the police had no evidence to pin the crime to him. But now, Feng Bujue was standing before the camera without a mask and had admitted his crime. This meant that he did not mind doing something else before the camera like… killing a superhero.
"I believe many of you know my special guest." Feng Bujue turned around to show Tim behind him. "He is Robin, a young superhero, a member of the Network and Batman's sidekick."
Feng Bujue left the camera and returned seconds later with a toolbelt. "This is a well-equipped toolbelt that can prove that he is the real Robin, not a random person I forced into a costume."
He swayed the belt before the camera.
"A grapple gun, flash bomb, smoke bomb, night vision googles… I believe the members from the Network will be able to tell their authenticity."
He put the belt down and took out a small dagger from his pocket. He walked one step forward and showed a maddening smile before the camera.
"Guess what I will do next? Haha… hahahaha…"
With the crazy laugh, Feng Bujue suddenly lunged toward Tim. He walked behind Tim and gripped the man's hair in his left hand and held the dagger at Tim's neck with his right hand. Since he could not speak, Tim tried blinking to leave behind clues, but Feng Bujue blocked most of his face. At that moment, facing death, Tim could not help but feel fear and despair.
"Citizens of Gotham, Captain Gordon and your officers, members of the Network, and that lad who calls himself Batman, yes, you know I'm talking about you…"
Feng Bujue did not use the dagger. He placed the dagger on Tim's artery and continued.
"This is just the beginning… From this moment onward, my allies and I from another dimension, along with a new friend I just made in the city, will start a free hunting spree on the police, their families and the superheroes.
"And Harvey Dent, Mr. Two-Face, do you think you can be the boss here after the death of Black Mask? Haha… think again because death is coming for you too.
"No one can stop us, not even if Batman comes back alive. Those who do not wish to have blood on their hands… shut your mouth and return to your warm homes to quietly witness… the birth of this great moment."
The next second, the blade slashed Tim's neck. Blood squirted out like a fountain, and a few droplets dripped on the camera. During Feng Bujue's laugh, the video went black, and the recording ended.
Half a minute later…
When Feng Bujue pulled off the tape on Tim's mouth, Tim said bluntly, "Why? What?"
"It's called special effects." Feng Bujue showed his palm. Using the effect of the spiderweb gloves, a bag of fake blood was stuck to his palm. Even though it looked real in the recording, it was just a show.
"You people, take him away and lock him up." Two-Face's voice rang from the dark. His people untied Tim from the chair and dragged him away.
Once they left, Two Face walked into the light and told Feng Bujue, "Your method had better work."
Feng Bujue was now standing behind the camera, checking the recording. "Don't worry, I will make a few copies of this video and send them to all the broadcast stations in Gotham. In less than one hour, everyone in the city will see it. Then we will see the superheroes' reaction. Haha… based on my prediction… before sunrise, Cobblepot will be dragged out from his lair."


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


not mine , I don't own this . I'm just uploading it on webnovel so it's easier to read on mobile and can be downloaded

The Shadow has a long and storied history. Over the course of the character's radio and publishing history, The Shadow became an American icon in his own right, and was even the inspiration for Batman, V for Vendetta, as well as being cited as a strong influence on the evolution of comic book heroes in general. 

The Shadow has many ties to DC, even though the character was published by many different companies at different points in history.  Superman co-creator Jerry Siegel, and Lester Dent (who wrote the Doc Savage stories) both wrote stories for The Shadow, among others.

DC Comics first published a Shadow series in the mid 1970's. An aging Shadow also appeared in Batman comics in which it is revealed that (in-universe) The Shadow was Batman's "biggest inspiration", as well as the surprising facts that The Shadow saved a young Bruce Wayne as a boy, and that The Shadow knows who Batman is, but the secret is safe with him. Batman also referenced The Shadow when he was once disguised as a night janitor at a police station, a method which The Shadow often used to obtain access to police records in his day. 

Another couple of DC published Shadow series was released in the 80's, and there was one more in the 90's. The Shadow also made a few cameo's in other comics in the 90's. 

This fanfic blends the radio version with the novel and comic book version. Certain RPG systems have been used to provide stats for the character to make tracking of changes easier. This interlude does not cover the many other Shadow comics, novels, pulps, and even movies that have been published over the years.

The Living Shadow, more commonly known as simply The Shadow, is whispered about but seldom seen, feared and mysterious, but frighteningly effective once involved. The Shadow has worked with famous figures such as Doc Savage and Batman, and is even cited by Batman as a source of inspiration and a model figure. 

Decades have passed and nothing as been seen or heard of The Shadow. Criminals have forgotten the chilling whisper in the dark, "The weed of crime bears bitter fruit!" Nor do they recall the frightening laughter in the dead of night. 

But soon the streets will again be haunted, the criminals stalked, evil pruned. 

Who knows what evil lurks in the heart? The Shadow knows!

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