Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

Toma, was an avid Dragon Ball fan, having a collection spanning with many figurines and the such.
 When his most recent collectible arrived, he found out it wasn't just a toy.
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COVER IS NOT MINE.
I just put the name of this novel on it, you can see the creator of the picture in the bottom right.

Toma, was an avid Dragon Ball fan, having a collection spanning with many figurines and the such.
 When his most recent collectible arrived, he found out it wasn't just a toy.
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COVER IS NOT MINE.
I just put the name of this novel on it, you can see the creator of the picture in the bottom right.
I’m feeling really good about this story so I’ll be trying my hardest to make at least a chapter a day, most likely more.
There will most likely be a few flaws in my story, so if you notice any feel free to point them out! :)

 The pounding noise continued to get louder as it woke Mitchell from her terrible nightmare. She shot up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. As her mind began to clear, the noise became more a more distinct beeping noise. "My alarm!" 
 Mitchell looked over to her end table, checking the time. She cringed as she slapped the "dismiss" button. "There's no way this has been going off for an hour!" She twisted her body to hang her legs off of the bed, accidentally kicking her cat, Kingsly. He hissed as he bolted off the bed into the bathroom. She could still hear him grumbling when there was a knock on her door. "What?" Mitchell asked dragging out the A's, clearly irritated with how her morning was going. 
 A husky blonde woman opened the door peeked her head into the room. "You never made it to the shop, I had to call your sister in so I could come and check on you. I was worried-" 
 "Okay mom... I'm up, I'm late, I get it." Mitchell sighed as she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed some water onto her face, trying to fully wake up to focus on the day. She looked up to the mirror and paused. There she was, but something was different today. Her reflection in the mirror showed her normal long brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, but something was off. She couldn't tell if it was more sadness in her eyes than normal, or if she was looking borderline frail for her normally busty frame. All she knew was something was different. She released a heavy sigh as she reached for her toothbrush, pausing to examine her hands. Burns. After applying a thick layer of eyeliner, a bit of mascara, and some bronzer she looked almost human. Or to her, not dead dead, whatever that meant in her dreams. 
 After combing her hair through and getting dressed in a floor length black skirt with a matching black crop top, she was ready to go. She bolted halfway down the stairs, then made a giant leap over the railing, landing on the couch next to the door. She reached down, grabbing a pair of simple black sandals and slipped her feet in. "Just lock up on your way out, please!" She called to her mom as she grabbed her small leather backpack off of a hook by the door. 
 Mitchell's mom hobbled down the stairs, holding the railing for security. "One of these days you need to move out of this townhouse. Too many stairs!" Her voice was raspy and out of breath. "Just wait two more minutes and we can ride together. You are already late, anyways." She chuckled to herself as she got to the bottom landing. 
 "What are you going to do, fire me from the family business?" Mitchell smiled to her mother, reaching her arm out for support. "And maybe I like having stairs. Keeps me thin," she said as she gently helped her mother to the door. 
 "You try having five kids and a hip replacement in a ten year period, then you will hate stairs," she replied as she patted Mitchell on the back. "Speaking of kids-"
 Mitchell put her hand up, signaling her disinterest in the conversation. "Not going to happen, mom. Kids aren't my thing. You have enough grand-kids anyways."
 "From everyone but my oldest," she replied, prodding her finger into Mitchell's chest, right over her heart. "At least give me a son-in-law and a puppy grandchild."
 They eased their way out of the door, and Mitchell shut it behind them, locking it quickly. "So what is Kingsly to you? Should I tell him you're not his grandma anymore, just some crazy lady named Sarah?" She gently guided her mother to the car, opening the passenger door for her.
 "You know I hate cats, Ell," Sarah replied as she buckled herself and shut the door, eyes following Mitchell as she walked around to the driver's side of the car. She reached over, to try and open the door for her, but she was a few inches too short.
 "Still a fur-baby grandchild," Mitchell replied as she got into the car and put her seat belt on. "He's an angel, and you know it. You'll learn to love him." She turned the key in the ignition, put the car in reverse, and backed out of the driveway.
 Sarah sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned to the window. Mitchell never understood her mom's hatred for cats, but it didn't bother her. Her home, her rules, so no matter anyone's feelings, she could do as she pleased and be herself. After five minutes of silence, Mitchell spoke up, "You know, I don't plan on staying at the store forever, right? I've been accepted where KayCee is."
 "Are you sure you want to work with a friend? I read online that it can cause strain in relationships working together, especially if you mess up and she is the one who put in a good word for you," Sarah replied, turning to face Mitchell. "Plus, this is our family's pride and joy! How could we have a family store without the whole family?"
 Mitchell huffed, clearly annoyed. "Easily, keep the ones who actually care there and just let me go. I won't mess up with KayCee, because it is something I actually want to do. It's literally what I went to school for."
 "You know it makes your dad happy having us all at the store," Sarah said sternly. "He put a lot of money and labor into getting all of the antiques, plus the work into restoring them. He works harder than anyone I know, and he supported us all these years, it's the least you could do."
 "He's not my dad. You know that, and I know that. Shit, even Adam and Luke know that. They were old enough to remember our dad," Mitchell retorted. She pulled into a small shopping center, parking her mom's car behind the building, angrily turning the key to the off position. "Martin is just the guy who tried to take my dad's place. After this week, I won't be working with you here."
 Mitchell let herself out of the car and walked to the back door of the store. In faded paint, you could barely see the "Very Valuable Vintage. No entry for customers" wording on the door. "Hopefully the last week I'll be in here, and my mom isn't right about KayCee," she thought to herself. A cold sensation trickled up from her hands to her body as she turned the doorknob. Something about this day felt different, but she still couldn't figure out what. She entered the building, kicking down the door stop to prop the door for her mother as she worked her way through the back storage room to the lobby. A young couple were slowly browsing the antique furniture section, and a tall, blonde man was flipping through the catalog of First Edition books they kept in the store room. Mitchell looked over at the register and found her youngest sister propped back playing on her phone. She quickly walked over to the counter and announced in her best customer service voice, "Good morning everyone, if you need any help with any items, just let me know. Feel free to grab me if you need me!" 
 The blonde man turned and smiled at her, politely pointing down to the catalog and raised his brows, asking for help without speaking. Mitchell slid through a small opening in the counter and hurried over to him. "Hello sir, I'm Ell, what can I help you with? Looking for a specific First Edition or collectible?" She looked into his green eyes and smiled. "What a pretty man," she thought to herself as she examined his facial features. Well over six foot tall, the man had very defined cheeks and jawline, long blonde hair to the middle of his back, and a snug, button up shirt leaving nothing to the imagination on how muscular he was. 
 His deep, but gentle voice filled the air as he spoke, "Yes, actually. I noticed you have a Bible from the fourth century listed in here. May I see it?" He turned the catalog to her, showing the antique Bible's photograph and description to her. Underneath, the asking price of eighty-thousand was listed.
 Mitchell took the catalog from his hands and smiled. "Of course, sir, but unfortunately we don't keep it here because of it's value. It's being held in a safety deposit box at the bank down the road, I am more than happy to take you to see it, mister..."
 "Lunaire," he replied. "Should we set up an appointment to see it so my investor can come as well? No reason to take two trips." Lunaire casually leaned against the wall as he pulled a phone from his front pocket and began to scroll through it. "It looks like we would be available later this afternoon, around two. Would that work for you Miss Ell?"
 Mitchell felt a slight rush in her cheeks, causing her to blush slightly. "Just Ell is fine, and yes, that would work perfectly. We can meet at two, just head south from here and the first complex on your right. I'll be right out front of the WellsFargo."
 Lunaire smiled and nodded to her and typed into his phone. He reached out and took her hand, shaking it gently, "Thank you, Ell. We will be there." He turned and walked out of the door, waving at her through the front window as he made his way to his truck. Mitchell smiled and thought to herself, "Hopefully an easy sale and a nice commission check! his hands were so soft..." as she fiddled with her hands. She turned and walked back to the counter, leaning over to her sister. "Lilly, let mom know I am showing the Bible in a few hours so I wont be staying long. I'll take over the register for now, though."
 Lilly looked up from her phone for the first time since Mitchell walked in the store and shrugged. "Cool. I'll be in the back then. Mom said we got a shipment of some old-ass comics we have to go through that Dad found online. Hopefully he didn't overpay and they don't look like shit. We lost about four-hundred the last time he bought some." She slowly stood up, taking her time to stretch out before grabbing her coffee cup and retreating the the storage room. Mitchell chuckled to herself as she remembered when Lilly broke the news to Martin that the comics were junk. He always insisted on doing the searching and purchases himself, as he had a self-proclaimed eye for top sellers.
 Sarah came out from the back room with a big grin on her face. "I hear you might be selling the Bible, is this true?" She hobbled her way to Mitchell and hugged her. "We might actually be well enough ahead for the first time in years after this! Your dad will be so pleased!"
 "Martin will be so pleased," Mitchell corrected her. "This will be my parting gift for leaving, but I still want my commission for it." She nodded her head, assuring herself that this could possibly be one of her biggest commission sales yet, and the perfect time to leave without disturbing the balance in the family. "So, I'll be leaving here in a few hours. If it sells I'll let you know."
 "Did he seem very interested, or just maybe?" Sarah asked, curious.
 Mitchell rubbed her temples and sat down in Lilly's register chair. "I guess. He's here for some kind of investor, so I'm sure he has a private collection or something." Her head started pounding, causing her to wince. She looked over at the couple, watching them shrug and walk out of the shop. Sales have been lower than normal, so she wasn't surprised they didn't make a purchase. Why buy something old when you can buy new vintage style furniture for half the price? "I've got a headache, so do you mind if I help sort and you deal with anyone that might come in today?"
 Sarah nodded her head, "Of course. You've got a more important sale to focus on, so do what you have to and make sure you're at the bank early. No bad impressions! It's taken twenty years for someone to actually want to see it."
 Mitchell stood up, slid past her mother, and worked her way back to the storage room. Once again, Lilly was mindlessly scrolling on her phone, completely ignoring the boxes of comics to be sorted. She chuckled to herself. "Lord help them if they think Lilly will actually do something for this store." Mitchell pulled one of the boxes over to a desk, sat down, and began to sort them. Carefully eyeing the dates and issue numbers, she stacked them into two piles: Sales and Donate. "Looks like Martin didn't suck so bad this time," She said as she carefully dangled a early copy of Captain America in front of her sister's face. "You should post this one on the website for full asking price only. It'll sell quick without hagglers trying to cut a deal."
 "Oh, wow! Not worth fifty cents like the other junk he brought in last month!" Lilly smiled as she took the comic from Mitchell. "Thanks for helping, Ell. I'm really not feeling it today. Think mom will let me go early? I have plans tonight..." her voice trailed off as she got a new alert on her phone. Lilly smiled, blushing as she quickly typed back to her mystery friend.
 Mitchell loved seeing her sister happy. As the youngest, she had the luxury of not remembering all the bad events from their childhoods, but at the same time she would never know the unconditional love of their father that had passed. Mitchell was always jealous of her spirit, Lilly was like a ray of sunshine compared to her. "I'm sure if the Bible sells we will all be out of here early. I hope this Lunaire guy is reliable. I wonder who his investor is," she said as she continued to sort through the comics.
 "If tonight doesn't go my way, I hope that Lunaire guy is single!" Lilly laughed. "He sure was a hottie."
 They both broke out in a chorus of cackling laughter. Mitchell wiped a tear from her eye, not sure if it was from laughing or because she was always alone, never interested in anyone for herself. "I think he may be a little too old for you, Lilly. He had to be like, thirty or something. You're barely legal. Plus he doesn't seem like the type to play step-daddy."
 "I meant doesn't go my way, like, I'm stuck here covering for you. You should ask him to coffee or something, you're old so I'm sure you guys have lots of things in common," Lilly snorted. She was always so pushy for Mitchell to date, convinced she was so worried about her siblings that she ignored her own needs.
 Mitchell put her hand up, "I'm cool. I already told mom that the only grand-kid she gets from me is Kings." She smiled, hoping to stop the conversation where it was.
 "I said nothing about grand-kids, I said date. You know, like a social life besides here and KayCee. I'm pretty sure Dad thinks you guys are lesbians or something."
 Mitchell chuckled as she reached into the box for the last comic. "You know I'm not-" she cut her sentence short, focused on the cover of the comic. Death Angels. The cover had a man with long dark hair in a cloak, facial piercings, and skeletal fingers. It slowly burst into gray smoke and disappeared right before her eyes.
 Lilly looked over, oblivious to what had happened. "Whatcha find?" she asked, face scrunched in concern. "You look like you found a bug or something in there. That's happened to me before. It was still alive too!" She shuddered at the thought.
 "No..." Mitchell replied slowly. "I thought there was another book in here, but I guess my migraine is playing tricks on me."

Mitchell, the oldest of all her siblings, has never been much of a dreamer. That is, until she had a visitor in her dreams warning her of evil to come. A family curse threatens to take her life over something far in the past. Will Death take her, or will Death save her life? When everything you've been taught is flawed, what side will she stand on?

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Emeron Kingdom was one of the most powerful countries in the middle range (inside the mountain range : inner range; outside of the mountain range : middle range; beyond the continent; outer range). However, it was always in a consistent war with the second rank Gund Empire. If Dye remembered correctly, Gund Empire was designed to fit the image of Middle East countries on Earth.

She was puzzled. Vrenze City was certainly in a mutual relationship with Emeron Kingdom...what's with Gund Empire coming into the picture? She didn't pay much heed to the fact that the plot wasn't similar to hers, Hyouka is Hyouka, Earth is Earth. She wouldn't confuse the two together.

"These are...too much!" -Ynoir

"How can they be so despicable!" -Ynoir

"Dye! Let me beat them!" -Ynoir

Dye just twitched her eye as she typed a response. 

"Wait." -Dye

"The mapping will be done in a while, we can go then." -Dye

The masters were just too...concerned of their safety. Dye had never thought that they would actually betray Emeron Kingdom. She remembered that during Story Mode, all Players reaching level 50 would have to participate in the war between Emeron Kingdom and Gund Empire. Four classes had to support the upper hand of Gund Empire, while the other four had to support the upper hand of Emeron Kingdom. The ending was the same.

A peace treaty between the two kingdoms for a millenia. 

Although it seemed short, it wasn't short at all. The people in Hyouka could live for millenias. This only worked for the ordinary people, who could only live until 150 years. 

It was inconvenient for Dye and Ynoir to just leisurely wait for the map to assimilate, so Dye used the power of her eye to walk towards the platform. Actually, it was just the system giving out the traps' names above said things...and so Dye was able to safely go over. Ynoir quickly followed behind. When they reached the teleportation platform, the map was halfway assimilated. 

Dye immediately checked the stone slab. As soon as she touched it, a holographic screen appeared in front of her. She had never expected that, so she accidentally touched something on the screen. All of a sudden, the space warped. 

"Dye!" -Ynoir 

Dye looked at Ynoir, who was somewhere else on the teleportation platform. She teleported to Ynoir's side and held his waist, making Ynoir blush. 

Shameful! He was an Elven Ancestor! He was being held on the waist by a human girl!

Aaaah!

But he didn't reject the hold. It seemed that Dye knew more about the teleportation platform more than him. He had only known about teleportation circles after all. That thing was completely different. 

Soon, they appeared somewhere...dimly lit. A refreshing scent wafted through the doors in front of them. Dye rose an eyebrow as she heard a man humming. The voice was deep and husky. Ynoir didn't know what language the man spoke, but Dye knew.

It's Gund!

What was a Gund man doing in here?

[System Description]

[Teleportation Platform]

[Works on its own, can be linked with numerous teleportation platforms within it's reach. Divided into 3 levels, 1, 2, and 3. A specialty of the Gund Empire. Created by the Second Prince Jaglash Gund. Gifted only to loyal Gund Empire's Subordinates.]

[Teleportation Circle]

[Powered with energy stones (preferably space). Can only be linked with 1 other teleportation circle per circle. Created by the Elven People, idea from Elven Elder. Built in almost every countries and cities in the middle range.]

[Second Prince Jaglash Gund (Humanoid) (Harem-Collectible)]

[Second Prince of the Gund Empire. After meeting him, he will be a part of your harem. Hulio Ponto's Confidant.]

Harem?

Jaglash Gund?

'W-wait...what!?!'

Dye wanted to scream at the system right now. Jaglash Gund, Hulio Ponto's Confidant, was...a Harem-Collectible? 

[System Description]

[Harem-Collectible]

[Created to give players a sense of 'charming handsome and beautiful people'. Can only be found by chance, and not searched. Congratulations host for finding the first Harem-Collectible.]

She definitely didn't design this, and she definitely wouldn't design this. Though, the person they needed to confront was...Jaglash Gund!

So embarassing...

Liang Feifei, a fifteen years old young programmer, tried making her first game called The World of Hyouka. She somehow made some error in her coding judgement and got sucked into her own game.

Oh well, she could choose her own name and class...

But why is she titled as 'Master of All'?

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Back in the day, Liv was just a cute college student, with presidential ambitions. One day, during one of Professor Beene's lectures, she passed out.
She wakes in a hospital room. A nurse sees she's woken. Hence, she summons Professor Beene, who's been waiting outside, for about fifteen minutes. Liv invites him in.
Professor Beene sits at her bedside, and fills her in, one the part of the lecture she missed, because she fainted.
"It's good to see you're okay, Ms. Pope."
Liv scoffs. "I used to play football with Jewish boys, as a girl. I was nearly blinded in one game. I've had worse."
On the wall, a poster of Ben Grimm/Thing, from Marvel Comics, hangs. It's a collectible, and has been hand-autographed by Kerry Washington... (She drew hearts in the autograph, as she signed it...)
"Good to hear. Anyway, what's the last part of my lecture you remember?"
"You said that the Beene's elephantfish hates the gay specimens within its species, at that the species, throughout history, has come up with a way to persecute its gay that's so horrible, that it would only enhance Charles Darwin's atheism, if he'd ever studied the species like you have."
"Ah yes; we'll start there." He pauses, looks around, and takes a moment to close all the blinds. He leaves the room door ajar, just for relief. With luck, a child won't barge in, and overhear this part...
"So, the straight majority of the Beene's elephantfish is stupendously biased against its gay scapegoats. As time as passed, and as they've hunted cichlids, and allowed the African fish eagle to hunt them...both time and desperation, and voracity as predators, have inspired the species to evolve into avengers. You see, the straight Beene's elephantfish gets its kicks from punishing gay specimens with their own medicine; that is to say, their own fetish. It was never enough, in the species' more primitive years, to dupe the gay specimens into swimming to the surface of Lake Tanganyika, and getting caught by a fish eagle, like a grey-scaled bimbo. That was just too easy. Plus, the Beene's elephantfish is nocturnal in the wild. A gay specimen would've had to have been extremely stupid, and extremely ashamed to not be able to hunt the big fat cichlids with the big boys of their species, for that trick to outlast the species itself.
"So, in the new generations, the straight majority of the species came up with a brand new plan...and for once, it WASN'T planting the seed from Colombia and Mexico up the hollers down Copperhead Road." He hesitates. "That's a Steve Earle reference. You probably wouldn't get it..."
"I did. Anyway, what's funner than duping them into getting caught by a fish eagle, to them?"
"For the gay males, it was very simple. The straight males pretend to take the gay males on an erotic adventure. On it, they hunt the gay males...as if they were going to kill them. It's basically the species' version of BDSM."
Liv blinks; she's just a little college student, after all. "What's that?"
"Yeah, never mind; let me continue. In their society, it's considered a crime to spare their quarry. And hence, in most cases, the hunt becomes violent, and the straight male majority kills and cannibalizes the gay male specimen, as if he were a really big cichlid."
Liv makes a grossed-out face. "That's horrible."
Professor Beene shrugs. "Sadly, a lot of animals still do cannibalism. And the Beene's elephantfish is far from an exception."
"I doubt I can take any more of this, but what do the straight females do to the..." Liv hesitates. "DO they?"
Professor Beene sighs. "THAT'S the part of my lecture that's harder to explain."
"I'll bet I'm going to hate this."
Professor Beene smiles. "Well, with luck, you will never become a lesbian Beene's elephantfish, and with even more luck...no human will ever do to you what straight female Beene's elephantfishes have been known, and still do, do to their lesbians."
"Well THAT'S a relief. I'm not a lesbian. A lot of boys think I'm mean, but... I'm just as much your average damsel in distress as any black girl living in a desolate and forlorn wasteland populated by white wolves, who don't know that Davis didn't win the Civil War..."
Professor Beene scoffs. "I'd think that RED wolves would be more likely to live in Dixie, but yes, I see what you're saying."
And now, we flash-forward back to the present. Up until now, of course, Liv thought that Professor Beene's lecture was just another useless piece of information she'd never have to use in her career...and especially never as President Grant II's personal little fixer...and mistress.
She was wrong. Now, she wakes...but not in a hospital room, this time...or even on a hospital bed.
The floor is made of cast iron, and flat. It's cold, to the touch of Liv's ebony bare skin. And the elephantfish have left her with a lot of that to spare. She still doesn't quite get why they eroticize her, if they don't even love women...
She's still in chains, too. Her prison bikini is white. It usually is, when white boys play with her, this way...
Liv looks around...and gasps, and nearly screams when she sees what's near. It's a white woman's bare ass. To Liv, her cheeks are huge. And her thighs, bless Liv's soul, look mightier than any draw bridge Liv's ever heard of...or been across.
This is the ass of Mellie Grant. The elephantfish have got her restrained...both for sport, and for a higher purpose. If it be their will, Mellie just might become the guillotine that beheads Liv...
Hanging upside down in the corner, Aaron tries, in vain, to get loose. He's surrounded by robotic crane arms. Each one is armed with a torture weapon. Indeed, it seems that Aaron O'Reilly is a half-Charlie in a whole pickle.
All he needs now is to be hanging over a barrel of vinegar, instead of water...
Here, Liv hears Cyrus's voice in her head. She screams, as he speaks to her.
SETTLE DOWN. OR RATHER, SETTLE DOWN, IF YOU CAN, FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES TO EXPLAIN THIS CONTRAPTION; ONE THAT WILL BE YOUR DOOMSDAY, MS. POPE, IF YOUR PIMP EVER HAS SO MUCH AS A SOLE URGE TO RECLAIM HIS HONOR.
AS YOU CAN SEE, AARON O'REILLY IS IN CHAINS, AND HANGING UPSIDE DOWN. IF AND WHEN PRESIDENT GRANT II CROSSES THE LINES WE'VE ORDERED HIM NOT TO, THE ROBOTIC ARMS WILL GET TO WORK, TORTURING HIM.
THIS, IN TURN, WILL STIMULATE THE M.I.L.F., HERE, WHO YOUNG MR. O'REILLY SEES BEHIND HIS FATHER'S, AND NOT TO MENTION THE ENTIRE COUNTRY'S, BACK. AS A HUMAN, SHE WON'T WISH THIS UPON HER BELOVED M.I.L.F. BAIT. BUT AS A WOMAN, SHE WILL ENJOY WATCHING HIM GET TORMENTED.
Under, Liv, the floor moves. It moves, to where she's hovering between Mellie's great thighs.
IF AND WHEN WE HAVE TO STIMULATE HER WITH MR. O'REILLY'S TORTURE, THE FIRST LADY, HERE, WILL BE TEMPTED TO INDULGE IN A NAUGHTLY LITTLE HABIT, WHEN SHE'S IN SEXUAL BLISS. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THE FIRST LADY IS THE KIND OF WOMAN WHO LOVES TO CLAP HER THIGHS TOGETHER, WHEN SHE'S IN HEAT. AND WHEN SHE DOES, AND IF WE HAVE TO COMMAND HER TO... WELL, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU HAVE VERY MANY PLEASANT FEELINGS, MS. POPE, ABOUT BEING PANCAKED BY A STRAIGHT WOMAN'S THIGHS, WHEN YOU'RE THE SIZE OF A BUG.
Liv stands, and tries to run. She runs to the edge of the disc-shaped cast iron plate they've got her trapped on, and tries to dive off it.
Her chains stop her fall. She hangs upside down, and helplessly, gaping down at part of Mellie's inner thigh.
Telepathically, Cyrus chuckles. I KNEW YOU'D TRY TO DO THAT, IF I TOLD YOU. HENCE, THE CHAINS.
With that, the cast iron plate moves back to where it was. Liv is in the clear...for now, and for as long as it lasts.
SO JUST SETTLE DOWN, AND TAKE IT EASY WHILE YOU CAN, MS. POPE. I CAN'T PROMISE YOU THAT WE WON'T ACT IN HASTE. BUT I CAN PROMISE THAT EVERY NOW AND THEN, WE'LL RUN A SIM ON THIS CONTRAPTION. AND IF THE PLATE YOU'RE ON HAPPENS TO BE BETWEEN THE FIRST LADY'S THIGHS AT THE WRONG TIME... AS I SAID, ALL NEW TECHNOLOGY HAS ITS GLICHES. CONSIDER YOURSELF A MARTYR FOR PHILANTHROPY, IN CASE YOUR RECENT DEMISE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HOW NAUGHTY YOUR PIMP BECOMES, FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES FOR HIM TO ACCEPT OUR VERY FAIR TERMS.
With that, the robotic arms get to torturing Aaron. He thrashes, and cries for help. None comes, of course.
Across the room, Mellie gapes, shivers, and whimpers, as she enjoys watching her MILF bait get tortured. And she claps her thighs together, of course. They sound almost like Tick-Tock, the crocodile, snapping his jaws, as he's chasing Capt. Hook in Disney's animated Peter Pan...
As they clap, Mellie's thighs generate wind. If Liv weren't still hanging from the chains from her vain escape attempt, she'd blow right off the cast iron plate. Instead, she bobs back and forth, like a wind chime in a storm.
"If I survive this," Liv mutters, "I will NEVER forgive Fitz for not divorcing Mellie..."

Sequel to "Thomas Grant: Vampire Hunter."  Parent fiction of "Jewish Cat, German Mouse."

Once the others go to bed I decide to stay up. I dismantle my new 'toys' from the villain squad. Then I pull out my rune engraving kit. I apply a Fehu rune to the hammers. This will activate the runes and charms that I will etch into the individual bullets. I'm thinking I am going to etch on the bottom of each casing like a circuit board and when the hammer hits the circuit will become complete thus activating the runes and charms.

First I etch a Thurisaz rune into the .50 BMG This should allow the bullet to pass through wards and barriers. Secondary Thurisaz Rune to give great boost into penetration. Let's add a timer onto a banishment attachment so the bullet should effectively remove itself from existence after ten seconds. An Ansuz Rune while be the so called center of my circuit. Once hit by the hammer it should start up the rest of the network.

You know, now that I compare the two side by side. Spells are normally in some derivation of Latin but our Ancient Runes are Nordic Runes. That seems quite curious to me. Note to self try spells in different languages to see if it effects the spell in anyway, try Old Norse first.

 For now that should do but I may add different effects later on. If I can get this to work I may customize one for Deathstroke. He is after all the one most attached to fire arms, his sister prefers up close and personal.

Now for the Barrett M90 itself. A silencing charm to the barrel obviously. As for the scope. I can experiment with that right now... 27! 27 damn redos,repairs, and breaks and I finally, FINALLY, got the effect I wanted! Who knew it was so hard to connect a Kenaz Rune to allow one to see through solid objects.

Beretta M9 I think I will make it with the same enchantments as the Rifle, well other than the scope. Let's add a waterproof charm too just to see if this will allow me to use it in Black Lake. Would be interesting to use 'Gun Kata' under water.

As for the dart gun. I mean it is air propelled so there isn't much I can do. Still a silencing charm to get rid of the fwoosh sound. I'll dip the tips of the darts in various venoms, note to self color code the darts.

Til day break Alex was in his private training room testing out his new toys. They would break, he would repair them. The runes wouldn't work so he erased and re-etched them differently. He would test the penetration and destructive abilities of the bullets on thick steel plates, wooden post, and stacks of break walls, he had to use Transfiguration for most of the obstacles. The bullets, after a few different re-etchings, managed to penetrate through the various obstacles like butter.

As for magic testing he had Jazz set up some wards, shields and barriers using magic.  He could get the bullet to shatter some minor and medium wards but not the more powerful ones, it's odd how magically powerful a house elf is. I mean they can do things, that normally would require a powerful wizard to do, easily. They can even pass straight through wards and change their magical signature.

Back on topic. It just wasn't the effect I wanted. I wanted the bullet to go through the wards without breaking the ward entirely. Just creating a small hole. If the ward shatters it would alert people and that is not what I want to happen. Sadly the sun is rising, I'll continue this later. I got a promise from Jazz not to tell anyone about my experiments before packing away my toys.

Later that day Ragnok showed up "Oh Hello Ragnok, Thank you for the gift. But I was unaware you were stopping by today"

"You are welcome Alex, I thank you for my gift as well." You know goblins are very loyal and pleasant when they are your friends. It makes it surprising that most wizards treat them like servants and earn the goblins ire. I mean they control the money, contracts, and are dominating the market in curse breakers. Why the hell would any sane person want to get the goblins pissed at them? "As for my being here I have an appointment with your mother."

"Ah is this about the recent acquisitions?"

The goblin nods and gives a toothy smile "Yes, your mother is quite talented in business." Oh yes the goblins love my mother. She brings in much profit and isn't afraid to 'attack' her opponents swiftly and deadly to devour them all.

"Well then perhaps I can join in on these talks. Harry is enjoying his new games at the moment." So I began to walk with Ragnok.

"Our King enjoyed the gift you sent him. It isn't often a goblin, even the king, receives a gift from a non-goblin. I believe the last gift he received from a human was in 1986."

"I don't see why he doesn't receive gifts more often. I mean your king is extraordinarily handsome. Plus he sings wonderfully." I experienced his singing at my 'coronation' into the Goblin Nation. "Ah if you could send word that I enjoyed my gift as well. It is nice to be able to re-watch your own dreams"

We enter into my mothers meeting room. This is where she conducts all business while at home when meeting with people, obviously, I mean it is called a meeting room. "Ah Ragnok it is a pleasure to see you" My mother says looking up from her papers laid out on the table.

"It is a pleasure to be invited into your home as well" Yea goblins would never be this courteous unless they liked you. Just more proof they like my mother.

"Please, have a seat, Alex you might as well sit down too since this is about your business." What my mother means is, even though she is working on magical things, most magicals, meaning those of authority, would accept having a squib running any business in their world. So she does it all in my name. Though of course I do my share of the work as well, she just handles the parts I can't do while at Hogwarts.

Both myself and Ragnok take a seat on my mothers left and right respectively. Mother flips through some papers. "First off we now own 30% shares in the Firebolt corporation. Their new, and first ever, product is estimated to be done in fifteen months due to our injection of funds. I think this new broom model has great potential in being the best for at least 5 years, if we do not release a new broom first."

Myself and Ragnok nod. I started buying shares and injecting funds into Firbolt Corporation during the Summer because I saw the potential of the broom they were trying to make.

"Also Alex, you are now the Majority Stock Holder and CEO of Toys of Raijin Company & Research Facility" Her smile reminded me of a viper, happy after eating a meal. From what I know of my mother she, most likely, had goblins discretely buy shares. While at the same time, due to her being the one to supply the muggle tech, she got a few shares. That couple with my ideas and research I do in private that I send adds onto the shares. I also believe she brought these up several times, discreetly, to drop hints. Slowly working the others over to think that Toys of Raijin would fail without me and my mothers support until finally they called for a change in the ownership. That couple with us now owning more than half the shares meant no one could attempt to hold us back from acquiring the company. My mother is a vicious business woman.

"Wonderful. I would like to rename the shops to Envy's Toy Box. Also we can begin selling extra fine nib pens, journals, and notebooks. Let's also add books. I have had a few people interested in the comics I sometimes read at Hogwarts and my friend Blaise loves Sherlock Holmes books" Even though his favorite character is Moriarty "Though the shop in Japan will sell manga of course. I wonder if we can get the pictures to move" I glance over to Ragnok

"It should be doable. Like the moving pictures wizards make, though modified as I am sure you don't want the characters leaving their panels or acting out of character for said page."

"Yes. It would be odd for someone to read a comic and have the character go 'off script'"

"I will get our research team to work on that" says my mother "Next we are in talks with the makers of Wizard Collectible Cards to making a book with the details of the Wizards and Witches on the cards."

"That sounds useful"

"Also it appears that wizards don't know what fiction is" I roll my eyes in exasperation at the wizards. I mean they believed a book that said an 8 year old Harry Potter saved a village from ogres.

"I know that already mother"

"Yes I know you think that due to the books on your brother but I am talking about something different. These Tales of Gildroy Lockhart." She sounds disgusted just saying the name "Wizards trolling have no common sense. Any muggle would know how fake those books are. It says he fought Ghouls but in another book it says he fought a group of Yeti's on the exact same day on the other side of Europe."

I place my face in my hand as I release a long sigh at the stupidity of wizards.  "Now," My mother continues "I do believe some of these happened. Like the battle itself is pretty convincing so I believe it is true but I have doubts this Lockhart person did them as he spends half the story bragging about himself."

"You are bringing this up to me because you want us to make sure that the Magicals know that some of the books we will be selling aren't true stories?" My mother nods "Alright. I mean it would be bad if they start thinking that going through a Wardrobe will lead them to another world with trees that grow gold and a Lion God."

We spend the next two hours discussing more plans and ideal businesses we could invest in. Such as a clothing shop. A lot of their clothes revolve around robes so we are thinking about making a shop that sells Victorian outfits. Ragnok, after seeing some of the outfit designs, also says Magicals would be more willing to wear those than any muggle attire made in the last century.

I managed to meet up with my muggle gang and talk about things with them. Marcus is very interested in having a charmed gun. Ashley says I need to make something for her as well. Ashton seems to want an item called Foe Glass, he heard about them from Victor. Maybe I should get Ashley and Marcus a Winchester rifle to go with their namesakes. It would be funny seeing their expressions.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, as we finally hit the day we have to get on that train once more. Still we get to see our friends again so it isn't like it is a bad thing. I gotta say I do miss my four snakes. I even miss that book worm. Now we could have seen Teddy during the break but mom wanted us to stay home for Harry's first Christmas with us. Which is lucky because if I knew where Teddy lived his Great Uncle Algie wouldn't be up and kicking for much longer, that is one of the reasons I charmed my rifle.

Harry and I hug my mother tightly as we say our goodbyes and head towards the Platform. Ah leaving our comfy, heated, home for a cold, stone, castle in Scotland. Oh joy!

Alexander Prince is known as many things. Genius, Prodigy, Fighter, Demon and now one more is added to that list, Wizard. With friends in High Places and more in low how will the Uncrowned Prince change the wizarding world and are they ready? Also why is his new Half Brother so famous in this world?

The writing gets better at chapter 10.

[I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER]

Nor do I own the picture. Here is a link to the source that I found the image on all credit to the artist who made it none to me. Alexanders Hair is supposed to be black but I can't find a black haired Vergil anywhere and I can't draw or edit to save my life so yea...

https://www.zerochan.net/1506148

Shen Qianshu had the opportunity to witness the ten-meter rose carpet back then. It was a grand event; the whole road was blocked, and the road to the celebrity's house had no cars. It was instead carpeted with a layer of real roses. This news even made international headlines.
It caused City A's head of Bureau of Transportation to be sacked.
"This jade is actually… a grade A jade. Carving can cause a jade to be easily destroyed, and it cannot be salvaged once ruined. If it is not a top jade-carving master who works on the piece, the jade would also have cracks. This jade statue is exceptionally transparent with not a single crack line. It was also carved into a lifelike statue. If it were not a jade-carving master's intricate workmanship, many jade stones would have been ruined." Shen Qianshu gasped in admiration. Her heart was already lost in the jade statue. Admiring a beautiful creation was every person's natural instinct.
"Baby, this is a collectible!"
Jade was priceless when compared to gold.
A collectible among jewelry was even more priceless.
Jade at the size of a thumb would have already cost a bomb, let alone such a huge jade statue.
"Then what are we going to do?" Tong Hua did not think that far either. He thought that it only cost over ten thousand dollars, and he could still be able to accept it. Now that he saw Shen Qianshu's expression and realized that it was something incredible, the situation became awkward.
Tong Hua was not someone who was greedy for money.
Shen Qianshu and he both loved money, but they only earned the money in a noble way.
"I did not want to accept it initially, but he said that he would smash it if I didn't want it. Auntie Xiaojuan then accepted it." Tong Hua thought back to that moment and realized how regretful he would be if it was actually smashed.
Shen Qianshu took a deep breath.
"Where did this weirdo come from?"
Such an expensive item, they definitely could not accept it.
This was different from buying gifts in a live broadcast.
Although buying gifts online and giving presents were always consensual, it was really not appropriate for Tong Hua to accept this gift.
When Tong Hua was targeted for assassination previously, Ye Ling seemingly did not tell his family Tong Hua's identity. Ye Yifan might have done all this because he thought that Tong Hua was Ye Ling's son.
"It's getting late, go to bed first. Mommy will solve this."
"Mommy, are you not angry anymore?"
"Not angry." Shen Qianshu pinched his cheeks and said, "How can Mommy bear to be angry? Tong Hua, go to sleep happily."
After Little Tong Hua went to sleep, Shen Qianshu called Ye Ling.
Ye Ling was inside The Heaven Nightclub's private room.
Inside the room, there were four men other than Ye Ling.
The three men were all strikingly handsome, but their charismas were vastly different from each other.
Mu Yuan was handsome and matured, giving off a soldier-like coldness, but had a mesmerizing smile. Xie Jinghuan wore gold-rimmed spectacles and had a pale face and cold expression, like a cold flower that could only be seen from afar and could not be profaned. Su Nancheng was gentlemanly and cool with soft features, like he was wrapped in a layer of thin skin. He emitted a ray of warm light like a teacher who specializes in giving inspirational talks.
Su Nancheng whistled and highly lauded Ye Ling's outfit. "Ye Ling looks so handsome till he arouses the great indignation of both men and gods. Ye Old Lady has the intentions to matchmake you and Lu Mengxi, and you will be a drug just by simply wearing this outfit."
Mu Yuan asked, "Wear the army uniform next time and help me film an army recruitment video, alright?"
"Get lost!"
Su Nancheng laughed out loud and said, "Xiao Yuan, you can film it yourself."
Mu Yuan 'tsked' and leaned backward. With his long legs crossed together, he said, "The person at home is strict on me and doesn't allow me to be in the public eye." 
"Continue bluffing! Which lady will be willing to remain a widow for you?" Su Nancheng did not believe what he said at all. 
Mu Yuan laughed happily, lighted a cigar, and held it in his mouth arrogantly. "Up to you to believe me or not."


Seven years ago, Shen Qianshu is impregnated with Ye Ling's child in an accident. 
Seven years later, the little boy becomes famous and is thought of as the nation's son.

When he suddenly sees Ye Ling appear, he greets, "Hello, Daddy?"
Ye Ling watches as the little prince roars, "Where's my princess?"
Just as Shen Qianshu is preparing to run with her son, she gets pushed down by Ye Ling. 

"You can leave if you want, but leave me a princess first. Let's have another baby!"


if one were to lookk into the chaos void wich is filled with chaos energy wich is what all energys come from the would ee a gaint white shining ball well to bad only Random omnipotent beings can even look into this place and few who can enter wich brings up a new question on how is there a normal human soul granted it is a little better than must but still it is a human soul.
(*soul P.O.V.*)
"Who am I? Where am I "calm down calm down, deep breaths. OK now what is my name is or was ughh what was my name argh never mind. how about what happened and why am I here hmm dang it I can't remember anything except what I learned and watched like marvel and dc and dragon ball, ok now what to do. (A.N he is in a void there is like nothing to do). so with nothing better to do I started sensing around myself to see more about were I was and to my surprise I found that this place was full of energy so like any self respecting man/idiot I did what I always do something stupid I tried absorbing the energy which I shall call chaos energy and it workedso i started to tried to speed it up and i made a vortex with the energy flooding into my soulscape as i will call it after a while though i started to feel like i was reaching my limits so i being my idiot self asked myself if i could compress it this energy and so i did just that i went into to my soul scape and what i found there was amazing it was like space i ws blavk with a gaint nuebla in the middle with streams of chaos enery flowing in like stream so by imajinging the energy compressing in on itself i managedto get it to compress itto a drop of luquid chaos and somehow i know if i where to let this out on earth it would blow it up so after that i started  a cycle absorb compress and now i dont even have to think to do but while i was flout in the void i thought what would happen if i try to expand that bubble that stop my energy for going out further so i used my sphere of liquid chaos and tried to expand the bubble by putting presure on it and it worked so i continuted for seconds minutes hours days weeks mounths years decades it all flew by and all i did was continue to absorbs the chaos energy and refine it and expand the bubble now i dont have to think about it just happens unless i stop it.and then one day out of now where a bright light apears and revealed an old man that looks like morgan freeman and im like i know it but morgan free just chuckles and said"intresting young soul youve mangaged to keep doing the impossible angain and again" i look at him i with a questiong look and ask"what do you mean by that " "you see young soul first you being here is supossed to be impossible second you survived and even absorb an energy i had trouble with and im the only one able to do it and live and at thay it was only in its gas form and not much yet you young soul you absorb a whole multiverse of it and condinsed it into liquid anda re now close to solid and you also expanded you energy container wich should have killed you cause very few can survive that" "so what i am hearing is i almost died like a lot" he nods and i oddly calm ask "so what are you hear for" and he responds"well i saw you he a just now and after looking at you and your memorys i figuired that i well give you five wishs and 3 request" "ok so im going to use the request to be reborn with memorys and into a rich loving families that 2 and now i want to be reborn in MCU" "ok"was all i got and thn he snapped his fingers and then said"now you wishes" "ok can i have some time" he nods"ok i am ready
        1)i want to be the only me in all the verse and every thing in excintinrtst
        2)i want all the intectual abllities and mental ablilitys like photgrahic memory and edictic speed reading etc.)(A.N. i pushed the wishes in also just scroll down the next wish is at 131)
1) Rick. (Rick and Morty).
2) Sumire Muroto. (Black Bullet).
3) Arthur Zanuck. (Black Bullet).
4) Albrecht Grünewald. (Black Bullet).
5) Ayn Rand. (Black Bullet).
6) Makino. (Max Steel)
7) Steel. (Max Steel)
8) Doctor Xander. (Max Steel)
9) Miles Dredd. (Max Steel)
10) Jim Mcgrath. (Max Steel)
11) Roberto Martinez. (Max Steel)
12) Elaine Bluelake (To the Abandoned Sacred Beasts).
13) Gabriel Rylander (Generator Rex).
14) Van Kleiss (Generator Rex).
15) Violeta Salazar (Generator Rex).
16) Rafael Salazar (Generator Rex).
17) Caesar Salazar (Generator Rex).
18) Peter Meechum (Generator Rex).
19) Susan Test (Johnny Test).
20) Mary Test (Johnny Test).
21) Stewie Griffin (Family Guy).
22) Piper Baird. (Limitless).
23) Bruce Wayne. (DC Comics).
24) Zatana. (DC Comics).
25) Doctor Fate. (DC Comics).
26) John Constantine. (DC Comics).
27) Jor-El. (DC Comics).
28) Brainiac. (DC Comics).
29) Barbara Gordon. (DC Comics).
30) Toy Master. (DC Comics).
31) Clifford DeVoe. (DC Comics).
32) Kal El. (DC Comics).
33) Ray Palmer. (DC Comics).
34) Lex Luthor. (DC Comics).
35) Eobard Thawne. (DC Comics).
36) Michael Holt. (DC Comics).
37) Michael Holt [Mister Terrific]. (DC Comics). {N / A: They are different characters, there are two Michael Holt}
38) Adrian Veidt. (Watchmen).
39) Zelretch. (Type-Moon).
40) Doctor Manhattan. (Watchmen).
41) Noah Burstein. (Marvel Comics).
42) Doctor Octopus. (Marvel).
43) Hank Pym. (Marvel Comics).
44) Knull (Marvel Comics).
45) Daniel White hall. (Marvel Comics).
46) Gideon Mallick. (Marvel Comics).
47) Shuri. (Marvel Comics).
48) Lunella Lafayette. (Marvel Comics).
49) Forge. (Marvel Comics).
50) Holden Radcliffe. (Marvel Comics).
51) Hank McCoy. (Marvel Comics).
52) Ancient One. (Marvel Comics).
53) Odin. (Marvel Comics).
54) Tony Stark. (Marvel Comics).
55) Howard Stark. (Marvel Comics).
56) Victor Von Doom. (Marvel Comics).
57) Reed Richards. (Marvel Comics).
58) Amadeus Cho. (Marvel Comics).
59) Riri Willians. (Marvel Comics).
60) Bruce Banner. (Marvel Comics).
61) AIDA. (Marvel).
62) Valeria Richards. (Marvel Comics).
63) Herbert Edgar Wyndham. (Marvel Comics).
64) Stephen Vincent Strange. (Marvel Comics).
65) Abraham Erskine. (Marvel Comics).
66) Norrin Konn. (Marvel Comics).
67) Quentin Quire. (Marvel Comics).
68) Armin Zola. (Marvel Comics).
69) Nathaniel Richards. (Marvel Comics).
70) Aldrich Killian. (Marvel Comics).
71) Nadia Pym. (Marvel Comics).
72) Maya Hansen. (Marvel Comics).
73) Nathaniel Ess.e.x. (Marvel Comics).
74) Sir. Isaac Newton. (Marvel Comics).
75) Berthold Sternberg. (Marvel Comics).
76) Leopold James Fitz (Marvel Comics).
77) Jemma Simmons. (Marvel Comics).
78) Supreme Intelligence. (Marvel Comics).
79) Franklin Hall. (Marvel Comics).
80) Raymond Mcmullen. (Prototype).
81) Anton Koenig. (Prototype).
82) Alexander J. Mercer. (Prototype).
83) Karen Parker. (Prototype).
84) Kou Honda. (Terra Formars).
85) Alexander Gustav Newton. (Terra Formars).
86) Daedalus (Sora in Otoshimono).
87) Mynos. (Sora no Otoshimono).
88) VegaPunk. (One Piece).
89) Caesar Clown. (One Piece).
90) Sanji. (One Piece)
91) Z. (One Piece)
92) Kouka Inumata. (Kill la Kill).
93) Orochimaru. (Naruto).
94) Zordon. (Power Rangers).
95) Gosei. (Power Rangers).
96) Kat Manx. (Power Rangers).
97) Nate Silva. (Power Rangers).
98) Dr. K. (Power Rangers).
99) Eubulon (Kamen Rider).
100) Winry Rockbell. (Fullmetal Alchemist).
101) Tabane Shinonono. (Infinity Stratos).
102) Lotus (Warframe).
103) Ordis. (Warframe).
104) Bulma. (Dragon Ball).
105) Dr. Gero. (Dragon Ball).
106) DR. Brief. (Dragon Ball).
107) Albert Wesker. (Resident Evil).
108) Oswell E. Spencer. (Resident Evil).
109) Edward Ashford. (Resident Evil).
110) William Birkin. (Resident Evil).
111) Brandon Bailey. (Resident Evil).
112) Okabe Rintarou (Steins Gate).
113) Verde. (Katekyo Hitman Reborn).
114) Emmett Brown. (Back to the future).
115) Megatron (Transformers).
116) Optimus Prime. (Transformers).
117) Dexter. (Dexter's lab).
118) Professor Oak. (Pokémon).
119) Nurse Joy. (Pokémon).
120) Zygarde. (Pokémon).
121) Arceus. (Pokémon).
122) Hojo. (Final Fantasy).
123) Scarlet. (Final Fantasy).
124) Azmuth. (Ben 10).
125) Kyudai Garaki. (Boku No Hero Academia).
126) David Shield. (Boku No Hero Academia).
127) Doctor. (Doctor Who).
128) Saiba Jouichiro. (Shokugeki no Souma).
129) Alice Nakiiri. (Shokugeki no Souma).
130) Leonora Nakiiri. (Shokugeki no Souma).
131)Peter Parker.(MCU)
      3)i want a universe that is ever expanding where i control everything and no one can get in without my permision also when i mean contril every think i inculd time and gravity
      4)i want a status and mission board where i can turn it down if i dont want it and no penaltie and it give rewards for completeing missions
    5)i want to have my own dragon balls conected to my soul so none can use them but me and i want them upgraded so that i only have to wait 24 hours and they have the same power as your wishes you are giving me also it is only a meter tall
he started laughing andclutching his stomach with tears coming out of his eyes
i ask him " where those okay" he looked up at me still chuckling and says
"young one  those were perfect thoses wishes where at my level you see everyone else they all wish for trash stuff while you you figured out how to get unlimited wishes so yes those wishes are perfect and for that I will give you another thing I will adopt you as my grandson and give you super mans powers and abilities for free without the weaknesses and as a early birthday gift I will give you high human and godly adaptability body wich is the best bloodline with unlimited potential and godly body allows you to absorb your powers better and heal faster and get immunity quicker and better body outright also you can go to the suns core after 12 years cause I will seal your memories to make you have a normal childhood wo have fun and p.s if you want to look for me then just go into your universe  and so I allow my grand dad in also I put a couple if suns blue to yellow for your powers in the universe so have fun and see you in 12 years oh when do you want to be born" "2000"

mc travels omni verse looking for adventure and he shall find it along side his girlfriend and pet dragon plus he has mega op dragon balls upgraded to were the wishes are more powerful and only needs 24 hours to make a new wish

In front of Mylo was Ulyle sitting with a calm and solemn expression, but Mylo could tell that this was just a facade.
Ulyle was a healthy young African man, tall, virile, with astonishing back muscles, powerful chest, and masculine arms and blossoming bosom made for the sole purpose of firing a deathly arrow shot. His black eyes glazed similarly of that of a hawk watching his prey from above. His dark hair was long and straight. 
He was also well known in real life, he was the son of a wealthy family whom birthed many athletes in Archery. His current in game physic was well known to match that of his real one. He was wearing a brown fur cape of very simple design. With leather armour protecting most of his vital spots. Attached behind his back was a longbow as tall as him. The design was nothing special but Mylo could tell it wasn't a common weapon. 
"…"                                                   
"Can I ask you a question before we start?"
"Go ahead."
"How did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Increase Efferus affinity to 80%?"
"Oh. Let just say I was the first one to find him. And that made it easier to get along with him."
"First one to find him?"
"I found him in a deathly situation and saved his life."
"…No wonder you managed to reach such a high affinity. This NPC is well known for not trusting a cursed one."
"I did not know that. No wonder his rewards were so appealing, it was because they were hard to get…well not for me though."
"…"
"Now that I take a closer look, I feel like I saw your name somewhere? But where? Hmmm…"
"Oh, that should be simple. No need to hide it since everyone knows about it even though it's been a few days. My name was on the Global announcement for both the first boss kill in game and the first to select the Beginners class. Oh and the first to find a lost kingdom."
"!"
"You seem surprised."
"A bit, your name was quite popular when the global announcement was shown. However people quickly forgot about you…you know… since you aren't in the top-ranking list."
"I am not trying to garner attention or fame. The announcement was broadcast without my approval anyway. And… you might not believe me but rankings aren't everything…trust me."
"…"
"Btw how did you find another Kingdom within minutes of the server's opening?"
"Hmm, I guess there's no need to hide it since it has already been done right?"
"…"
"I selected the 'Random Location,' start point, instead of selecting a city or kingdom."
"There was a player that actually did that! Hahaha!"
'Why is he laughing so hard? I'm sure I wasn't the only one that selected this option...right?' Mylo tough to himself before redirected his attention to Ulyle.
"Ha- I respect your courage. I was too worried of being teleported into a high level map and never be able to escape it."
"…I would lie if I said I didn't either. But the excitement got to me."
"Not only that but you also selected a Beginners class? I just can't understand your thought process."
"I had my reason for that. Anyway…how about we go back to our original reason for meeting here."
"Hmmm…"
"Yes, then let me ask you. What's your reason for buying my item? Its only use is that of a collectible item. I just can't understand why you would want to trade a potential unique skill for a collectible."
"I have my use for it. As for the skill, it's useless for me since it requirement is to be in an archer. Even though the beginner class can learn any class skill I can't learn this skill because there is a requirement. It would be another story if it just said that I would learn an archer's class but unfortunately for me I 'Must be an archer' to learn it which I'm not. "
"…could you show me the letter once again?"
"Here."
----------------------------
Name: Efferus Proof of Approval
Rank: None
Requirement: Affinity with Efferus 80%+, Archer's class.
Use: Allows the owner of the 'Proof of Approval' to learn a Unique Skill from the 'Archer's path'.
-This Item can be traded-
-------------------------------
"Are you participating in the PvP tournament?"
"Yes, I am"
"Why would you trade this item then? This would obviously increase my strength by a lot. It could even allow me to reach first place."
"I know this; I do not believe I currently have the strength to place in the top places in the tournament. Most of the top rankers have backing from financial institutes and are leaders of their own guilds. They have the advantage…for now. But things will change for the next tournament I promise you this. The only reason that I want to participate in the event is to compare my build with others."
"Build… I see. Then there's no need to waste your time any further. I accept your offer."
"Great! Then let complete the trade."
[You have successfully trade 'Efferus Proof of Approval' for 'Golden Spoon'.]
[You have acquired +1 Golden Spoon]
As the trade has concluded, Ulyle stood up from his chair and stretch out his hand towards Mylo. His eye locking towards his own. With a smile, Mylo stretched out his own and shook his hand.
"It has been great doing business with you. I hope to be able to do business with you in the future as well."
[Ulyle would like to add you as a friend. Accept? (YES/NO) ]
"Indeed it would."
[You have accepted Ulyle friend request.]
"I can't wait to see your performance in the tournament…until next time."
"…"
After giving his goodbyes, Ulyle left the Inn without looking back. Heading straight towards Efferus location. While mylo was still sat back into his chair and took out two items from his inventory.
[Would you like to use 'Skill Absorption Talisman' on 'Golden Spoon'? (YES/NO) ]
"…Yes!"
[Absorbing skill initiated… Absorption in progress��]
"…"
[Absorption Completed!]
***

Mylo was currently lying in the hospital bed, counting his remaining time before his life finally fades away .regretting only one thing in life. Not being able to play a VR game. Wishing he could create the craziest build and dominate the world of ‘Second Chronicle’s ‘. Unfortunately for him technology couldn’t advance fast enough and at the age of 93 only one day away from the release of the first VR RPG game. He dies of heart failure.
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“…”
““Is this death? Why is it so dark?”
“…”
“What is that? Light? Is it the entrance to paradise?”

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