The holy meme Bible created by the Almighty Shrek himself.
Basically, I'm translating the bible to meme language.
Enjoy!

You can see a young man waiting at the traffic light. his name is  Bruce his parents died when he was a child so  he can`t  not remember them face, he also had no other family members.

He lived in an orphanage until he was 18, because no family wanted to adopt him 
Because of his reserved personality, his only joy in life was comic and anime, His Favourite comic  
character is Batman a.k.a Darknight

 Later, as our Protagonist wants to cross the street he is hit by truck-kun when he wanted to go to an comic store, His last thought was {PLEASE SOMEONE MUST DELETE MY INTERNET HISTORY }

Man watches a light ball drifting in the dark,The ball of light is our 21-year-old protagonist 

Yami: Where am I?

Unknown voice: You are in void of eternal silence.

Yami: are you God?

God: I am not the God of the Bible I am the Egyptian God Osiris God of the Nile of the beyond and rebirth.

Yami: will be reborn?

Osiris: yes with 1 wishs 

Yami : I wish ...

Cheerios Thoughts: " What is love? Why God by Austin French. God is not done with you by Tauren Wells. God cares for many humans, so humans need to tell god everything. There are so many songs. Which is religion going to outlast the history? In the bible, "Love is patient, love is kind, it does not brag. It is not proud. It is not rude, It does not look out for its interests. It does not easily become angry. It does not keep track of other people's wrongs" stated by 1 Corinthians 13:4 Nirv ."
Peanut: Hi baby girl, here is the milk from the cow udder.
Cheerios: Gulp and more.
Peanut: you will grow so fast. No mating seasons earlier. We need to talk about the birds and the bees when you are the timing.
Cheerios met Salmon and his sister Coconut at the park for a play date.
Here is a dirty joke from Cheerios:
1. Why did the tomato blush?
He saw the salad dressing and mayonnaise spread and their bottle open.
Coconut: Which boy do you love?
Cheerios: I have no clue.
Salmon: How about us being childhood friends, best friends, and be married?
Cheerios: I have to reject your proposal and ideas since we just met.
Cheerios: I am going to use my tongue to gloom myself.
Cheerios thoughts: I made Coconuts uncomfortably because I went through Connected Notes and made a comment and liking her old photos. I add her as a friend back again. I am sad and depressed again.
Coconuts: You are not my in-laws. You are not going to marry Salmon.
On 2019:
Cheerios was in the coma because she smells her parents' catnip.
In the hospital, she met people who are wild children.
In 2020: Cheerios got better at home during quarantine of virus named 19.
Peanut: Time to hunt deer meat and the supermarket.
Salmon kissed his sister in the tongue after gloom himself.
Cheerios thoughts: I saw family cats using their tongues to groom each other. I am not used to this drama of life. I don't understand why Egypt tame cats? My cat house is a humongous box. Why do humans have a house, not like a pentagon or a diamond shape? Why squares and triangle for a roof?
Salmon: I love you, Cheerios.
Cheerios: I don't love you.
Salmon: I will stop being clingy and disturbing your sweet baby kitten and sweet dreams.
Cheerios thoughts: Why do cats are afraid of swimming? Tigers swimming. I think humans can click train them and train them to walk outside and all the steps of the mother cats teaching since it is complicated since there is a language barrier. We need the secret from Egypt, the further plans are to tame them even more. Wait, I am in a cat body. There is no way I can think like a human again. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why God by Austin French. Why? Why? Why? I feel so depressed. All the depression medication is a tough pill take.
Cheerios fell in love with Omurice and have beautiful dreams.
John in the Bible state the god word.
Omurice jokes to Cheerios
Q: What is a cat's favorite food?
A: Purrr-ple potato's
Q: What kind of kitten works for the salvation army?
A: A first-aid Kit.
Q: What's worse than raining cats and dogs?
A: Hailing' New Pork Chop taxi cabs!
Q: Why are cats good at video games?
A: Because they have nine lives! Humans have only one.
Q: Why can't a leopard hide from baby cats?
A: Because he's always spotted being
Pure ( pure- purre) and a virgin!
Q: What game did the cat like to play with the mouse?
A: Catch! Baseball.
Cheerios have played the game of royal chaotic and won 1 million charms. Charms are currency. The game is hard to seduce the king at level 31.
Cheerios thoughts: 1 million equals ten million yuan. I am buying myself a new cat box house.
Cheerios listen to the song named tell your heart to beat again.
In the game, slap the characters is relaxing after watching the mating calls of vengeance. The clan's games are strategy games and it took me four years to be in a champion league. The germ 19 made cats stay indoors and got overboard obesity in the world. I have to walk more than 10,000 steps to lose one pound. Antidepressant medication has weight loss conflicts. Mental illness in ancient times is a curse and a worse life situation and can not be allowed to live. Beheaded is the only option if Ancient China.
I was reading a comic name Many choices to chose me. It was time travel and vengeful towards the characters. Revenge, the television show was painful to watch after the main character has to endure the intense pain of hurting people and survival. I don't understand the entire bible because I have mental illness and learning disabilities cat who can not eat rice, milk, pasta, pineapple, bananas. In the bible, God will have revenge for people and judgment all humans. Their good and evil deeds will be facing god.
All the germs made the entire nations and imaginations to be cautious about the germ 19. Old and young have vanished to bubbles like Ariel the fish princess. She is compared to a red snapper who has the authority to find true love. The world is having the vaccines rushed.
I don't know how many times to be reincarnated and all I know that God has miracles and blessings. People have choices to believe in god. I remember there is a verse for revenge and that people should not because the situations are unpredictable. According to the bible stated " Matthew 5:38 You have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. Romans 12:19 Revenge, not yourselves, my dearly beloved; but give place unto wrath, for it is written: Revenge is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord."
The day ended because one day to take time and playing video games, reading a novel, and anger management. The television show named Revenge impact greatly.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 New International Version (NIV)
16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 

In life, surviving is frightening. In ancient Europe, without the letter of broken relationships leads to a different story. How can people deal with depression, schizophrenia or illness ? Love is complicated to explain. Please pray for those who are suffering. Yet, the light of hope, faith and love.
Revenge is not the best answer.

 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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Suddenly, a message pooped up, hovering in front of my face.
[New quest]
[Know Your Enemies]
[Get to know your enemies]

[What is this?] - Red head devil
[Is this a Prank?] - The Comic Skeleton
[Hello! Welcome to the chat room. This is a special option for people that have gathered the interest of the Chat room! You are able to buy thing's, complete quest's, and call for the help of people from another world!]
[Interesting] - Azuel Eyed
[What the Hell is this?] - Vector Controller
[It seems some sort of Inter-Dimensional Chat room?] - The Comic Skeleton
[Are you OK?] - Son of the Water God
[Why Wouldn't I Be?] - The Comic Skeleton
[Other world's don't exist, You do know that?] - Son of the Water God
[Uhhh. I'm pretty sure they do...] - The Comic Skeleton
[They Do] - Red head devil
(Rias know's other world's exist because Heaven and The underworld are different worlds in DxD)
[I Can Confirm That] - (Admin) Incarnation of Chaos
[Admin?] - The Uchiha Heir
[Admin?] - Son of the Water god
[?] - (Admin) Incarnation of Chaos
[Did you gather us here?] - The Comic Skeleton
[No, I just got a message, and just joined. I don't know why I'm the admin] - (Admin) Incarnation of Chaos
[Huh] - The Uchiha Heir
[What ever. I don't have time for this] - The Vector Master
[Me too. I'm outa here] - Son of the water God
[The vector master has logged off.]
[The Son of the Water God has logged off]
[Welp. I got thing's to do.] - (Admin) The Incarnation of Chaos
I wave my hand, and the screen goes away. After all, today is my 13th birthday, and today is extremely special.
My dad open's the door.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be"  I say with a sigh.
------
I am now standing in a forest. In a small clearing, a small alter is standing. Made from pure gold, I wonder why we don't sell it.
I walk towards it. I climb up a set of golden stair, arriving as a small table in the center. Placed on the table is a golden glowing cup, with red liquid inside. I look back at my dad, and he smile's sadly.
Today is the day I will take his title. At the age of 13, the Child of the current Satan Preform's a ritual, becoming the next Satan. I dip a finger in the red liquid, and draw 2 lines under my eyes, like warpaint.
I shakily pick up the cup to my lip, before tipping it slowly. It has no taste, and it runs down my throat. The liquid is warm, in a cozy sort of way. I slowly drain it, my anxiety growing with every second. As it runs down, I see flash's of things. I can't make them out, but I see objects, some glowing green or yellow, other's pure black. I see people, idea's, and forgotten ideal's. I gasp for breath, as the cup is now drained, and I drop it to the ground, subconsciously.
----
I am hanging, and I feel dizzy. Chain's wrap around my legs. I am now naked, but covered in glowing runes. My hair is messy and tangled. I look up and see two black figures holding the chain's dangling me.
The first thing I realize is that these people are either crazy, or perverts. I pull my arm's up, but my whole body feels week and tired. I grab the chain's, and shake them. The two figure's stare at me, before letting go.
I hit the ground, and stand up. I am now in a blank space, devoid of color. Around me stand door's. Each on show's something different. One show's a grassy plain, another show's a futuristic city of gold and marble. In front of each door are 0-2 black figure's. Two figure's are different. Both are pure white, and give off a holy energy. I understand that every Satan takes this test, so I am not too worried.
Each door represent's a desired future. A future of a golden utopia, a grassy plain of peace. A apocalyptic ruin, a dead world.
Each Satan chooses a future that represent's them the best. I walk around each one, inspecting it.
One in particular stands out. The door itself is an old wooden door, and inside is simply nothing. A empty space. Most would think that it represents an abyss, the death of the human race. But I think different. I see a unknown future.
A future in witch every person can pick for himself the betterment of himself and those around him. A future that has never been explored yet. The reason this door stands out as well is that no one stands in front of it. No Satan has picked this option.
I walk through the door, and are transported to somewhere else. A blank space, with black figure's wandering around. They see me, and approach me. One swipes with its black arm, missing. I simply run past them, dodging there attack's, till I reach another door.
This new place is a simple house. It is dusty and old, and the floor boards creak beneath me. I am in a simple living room, with a white rug sits in the center and a green couch on top of it. On top of a fireplace sits photo's. They are foggy and i can't see anything in them, aside from myself in some of them. I pick on up.
It a picture of my family, before I died. My mother and father, As well as my sister. A feeling of immense nostalgia and guilt fills me. I don't remember why, but I feel tears streaming down my face. I set the photo down, and pick up another. It depicts me and my knew dad, with the blurry figure of my mother as well. She wears white robe, but hear face is blurred out. I set it down, before walking away.
This place is not real, and is nothing but a test. I need to move on.
I walk to another door opposite of the one I came in, before entering.
I am now sitting on top of a mountain. In front of me sits a book. On it a giant eye sit's, the exact same that i wear an eye path over. My left eye is known as the Eye of Belial, Or the eye of Satan. It is red in color, and the symbol of hundreds of minuscule rings round be seen, and the picture of a clock sits on the center, and along the rings sits hundreds of symbols and runes.
A large version of this eye is depicted on the cover of this book. Under it, the number 3 is in gold writing. I open the book, and a feather quill appears, and the book floats as well. I think of what to wright. The quill begin's to scribble on the page, and I pour my power into it. My thoughts, ideals, and energy are imbued into the words.
I sit there for some time, writing. Then the book closes, and disappears in a flash. A door appear's, and I step inside.
Inside are two men sitting on comfy looking recliner's, and a table sites in the center. The table is filled with snacks. I am now covers with a white robe, that reaches the floor.  A third chair appears, and I am suddenly sitting in it. The two men look at me. On is an older man in his 40's, with cut grey hair, and he wears a black suit with a red tie, and black pants. The the is leaner, sporting tattoo's on his arm, jeans and a white t-shirt.
"Congratulation's. You passed" Said the older one.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"To put it simply, I am god."
"And you are?" I ask the other one.
"I am god as well."
I frown. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Well, I am the old god." The older one said.
"And now you are the new God" Said the Teen one.
I am now confused. "Please explain."
"Basically, This is a test. To determine whether the one who takes it can become Satan or God. I was once God, but was defeated by this guy, and then her died, and now you are god." The older one explains.
"Like you are the Christian god? And how did you die?" I ask.
"To simplify, yes. Basically, a long time ago, there was a god. He died, and I was the next god. I created the Old testament part of the bible. Then this guy and me had this big war, and he came out on top, the new god. Then he died, and we waited for the next god to past the test."
"Wait, how did you die?" I asked the teen God.
"I don't remember" He shrugged.
"What about the old god? Where is he?" I asked.
"We don't know. Probably faded away with time or something. But we are here to congratulate you. You have passed the test. This test, depending of the things you did, would decide whether or not you would become Satan or God, assuming you passed the test. But you are a bit special. Like during the Hall of Impure souls, where those shadow guys live, If you killed them, you would be more likely to become Satan. If you helped them, you would become god. But you just ran past them. So your score instead of Black-And-White, came out grey. So, you are now both God and Satan. Whether that is good or bad, I don't know." The old guy explained.
"Uhhhh.... So what do I do now?" I ask
The teen shrugged. "Your job now is to oversee the plot of other worlds. Basically you go around, and make sure the main character is OK in each world, and that nothing goes terribly wrong."
"Uhhh... Ok" I say blankly.
"Well Our time is coming to a close." The Old guy said while looking at a golden watch on his arm.
"Your first world will be Date a Live, So have fun, and a piece of advice, don't fall in love there. Trust me. Inter- Dimensional Love does not work out." The teen says with a face of regret.
Then, a door open's in front of me. I want to ask more question's, but I am pulled into the door, and it closes behind me.

A woman tragically dies, and is reincarnated in a Crossover world of Gods, Demons, And ancient beings with a chat room. From Hero's to Outer gods, she will strive to survive and thrive. (I know i cringed too at the rhyming.) 


Marvel x Percy Jackson x Mha x High school DXD x Other stuff IDK yet.
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Little Blackie's automatic identifying system was a mess. 
How's that possible? How can it be his owner? He only has one owner, but the system was telling him that this person is his owner?
The network wasn't stable. 
Who exactly is he?
Because of the man in the priest outfit, images started jumping onto the Lamborghini's internal navigation screen.
…
Inside the church, everything necessary was prepared. 
The big doors opened and light flitted in. Deep red roses were scattered across the floor. 
Little Mo Bei changed her clothes and was no longer carrying her little backpack. She was dressed in a little Tang suit and held a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
She followed behind Bo Jiu, small but because of her cold temperament, it was so adorably contradictory. 
As for Bo Jiu, when the black dress on her body was raised, the tail dragged on the ground, winding past, but it was not a bit heavy.
Perhaps only someone like Bo Jiu could wear a black British muslin dress with such an effect, making it glamorous and magical. The tear mole at the corner of her eye added to the evil spirit.
Both the Supreme Alliance members, and William and his friends sat on the long bench as the family that gave their blessings. They didn't inform their parents. 
Qin Mo handed all the coordinating to Grandfather Butler.
Grandfather Butler was in a tuxedo as usual, but today, there was an additional tray on his white gloved hands. On the tray were two rings, both encrusted with a black diamond. 
At the highest point of the church, the priest had taken his position. Even though he was holding the bible, he gave off a lazy ruffian vibe. Of course, at this moment, no one would notice the priest. 
Abbott noticed the priest and found him more than ordinary. And there was a far distance as he wasn't standing beside him. 
When the priest started to recite the oath many white pigeons took off.
Qin Mo looked at Bo Jiu, his eyes deep, like the ocean of the sea, the mountains of Kunlun, under the layers of light, because of the long silence, the feelings that finally began to boil. "I do."
The black muslin paired with the ancient white clothes. The beauty of that collision seemed multi-dimensional. 
To many, this was the most unique wedding they have seen. And it was extremely romantic.
The black feather kept falling from the top of the church. Falling onto their faces. 
Everything seemed like a scene from a comic. Not to mention Lin Feng and Yun Hu who were standing beside them. 
"You are mine from now onwards." Lin Feng said. 
"Mmh." Yun Hu replied. He smiled slightly when he saw a certain someone's red ears. 
From their rough start to finally being together. From the time they wouldn't ever meet again, to the end when they finally recognised each other. There didn't seem to be an easy relationship. But because of that, after experiencing separation, they learnt to cherish. 
Xue Yaoyao felt her eyes heating up when she saw this scene. The others were the same, everything was clear when the lights fell. 
Unexpectedly, when it was time for Bo Jiu to throw her bouquet, she walked towards Hoshino and placed the flowers in his arms, her voice so soft only the two of them could hear. "Hoshino, the agreement is cancelled, from now onwards, you have to live for yourself."
Everyone knew what the flowers in a wedding represented. Wishing that the recipient would be as blissful as her. 
When Bo Jiu straightened, she added another line mischievously. "Find a girlfriend soon." 
You Sixin who was standing beside him narrowed his eyes. Did Z do it deliberately? 


Fu Jiu appears to be a normal lad in high school on the surface. But in fact, she (Yes! She!) is the hacker, Z, a villain-terminator in the online world of an alternate world. Having reincarnated into the body of a woman and being forced to disguise herself as a young man, she reigns over the game world, fights for justice, and puts a spell on all the girls around with her innate charm. However, her flirting comes across as gay to the rich Almighty Qin and his inner circle. Over time, the Almighty Qin falls for him… her. Has he turned gay for him… her? Now, that's confusing!
Keywords: Rebirth, Face-slapping, Online gaming, Pet lover, Hacking, Chocolate-flavored lollipop
Sugary Scene:
Fu Jiu said, "Almighty Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
Qin Mo lowered his laptop. "No."
Fu Jiu lowered her voice and started flirting carelessly. "You have one now, me."
Upon hearing that, Qin Mo pounced on Fu Jiu domineeringly!
Fu Jiu was stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Qin Mo replied, "Exercising my boyfriend rights."
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(N/A: honestly, resolve to leave this chapter as a part 2/2 because it was shit, I really did not like and did not put my best, the translator likes to change the lines, leaving me very discouraged by the fact that I have to change something that I worked so hard to do. More hope you like it, it's in the next chapter will be a little more excited)


"It's your turn". Nighteye tells the boy in front of him, Seia, who is looking at the chessboard, slowly moves one of his pieces.

Nighteye waiting patiently, and looks at his adopted son, it's been a year since the boy left the hospital is living with him.

If you look at him these days, you'd never think he'd be the same kid as before.

Her bad physique no longer and more seen, her hair is clean and tidy, showing a beauty that was not going to be seen last year.

He is wearing a simple black shirt, along with a brown pants, having nothing to draw attention to in his attire.

- He grew up well, plus his peculiarity... while thinking, Seia speaks. "I'm waiting for you." Waking up, he makes a simple move is to speak.

"Checkmate" and gets up to start the job, leaving only Seia, who is thinking of her father's damn peculiarity.

Sighing. - Well, I'm the one who told him to use it anyway. Rising too, he walks around the house, chic walls, some works of art, what they would call a beautiful house.

When he enters the password, the door slowly opens revealing a training location created specifically for him.

Test dolls, books is equipment are everywhere, all for him to study his very diverse individuality.

His individuality, which he calls the physiology of the fallen.

Nighteye says it's a supposed inheritance left by his undocumented parents, but that power has some well-connected bible skills or even in animas is comic.

• Enhanced strength.

• speed/agility/vision and other enhanced senses; you can see in the dark, listen and be faster than normal.

•Wings: The point of the name of your ability to be called fallen, is because of your crow wings.

•Even resistance and a faster healing factor: its healing is not very potent, but it is still something good, after all, it can regenerate small cuts in 1 minute.

Of course, that's exactly what he's discovered so far, may have much more to be explored of his unique individuality.

Taking the thoughts out of his head, he looks at the training dummy, are walking up to him, already a few inches away, he put himself in fighting form.

His position as a fighter and as a boxer, while of the small jumps, he throws a right punch and quickly another left towards the dummy.

Continuing like this until the end of the day where your hands drip blood slowly, more not and as if it were going to get in the way, after all, if you look closely, you can see the tissues of the skin regenerating.

And the state of the doll, well... remains intact, just stained with blood, but it is not as if Seia managed to break it, not now, even though it seems to be made of wood, it and durable against explosions.

Another point is that Seia started her training 4 months ago, only being able to really train seriously the last 2.

And if you're asking about his healing factor, he was only awakened 3 months ago, when he ended up suffering a slab accident, it's in the last hours of the ground, his wings appeared.

Breathing deep to catch his breath, he begins to go to the same door that entered.

Entering his room with a towel wrapped around his neck, he had just finished his bath, throwing the towel on the bed, he lays on the same side is begins to rest.

...

Thinking about everything that was going on, it settles down is leaves a few thoughts in days.

1: he never sought to be a hero, he just train to have the strength to stand tall, since as a child in his other life, he never pursued grandiose goals, always keeping with something small and symbolic. More after thinking, training is to have a new chance, he solve walks to where life takes him, even if it is as a hero or villain.

Already solving, he decides let things walk to think a little more in the future, and thus, he sleep tired both metal and physical.

ATTENTION! TRANSLATOR USE

Seia, a man who went to work, ended up 
being killed, waking up somewhere else, is in purgatory, what will happen to his destiny?

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I stole the photo from Google, if you are the author and want me to remove it, please get in touch.

The "Rosenhan Experiment", which is so well known in psychology in his past life, has not even happened in this world. Who does he turn to make sense?

"Hey, Raymond, are you all right, why are you looking so bad?" Just when Raymond's heart was dead, and he couldn't wait to give himself two slaps, a young voice suddenly came from a distance, interrupting his thoughts.

As he subconsciously looked toward his voice, he saw only a short-haired, blue-eyed white youth waving at him, the tone also with a little concern.

"David?"

Raymond almost subconsciously called out the name.

As soon as he spoke, he was dismayed to find that he actually 'knew' the unsurprising blue-faced young man, and his cognition of the blue-eye youth seemed to come from the fragments of memory of the original owner of the body he received.

Most of the body's original memory has been absorbed by him, but the fusion of this memory is not a one-off thing, it will take some time to adapt.

Therefore, fragments of memory from the body's original owner at this stage will only suddenly emerge when he sees a particular person and thing.

It's like David, the blue-eyed young man who greets him, who was completely unimpressed before that.
But when he saw the real person, the memory of the original owner of the body that was associated with it immediately came to his mind.
From these memories, he can learn that the full name of the young David should be called David Haller, and the body of the original owner was also because of schizophrenia was sent to the hospital, the two are also considered being suffering from the same disease.
Unlike other types of psychopaths, schizophrenia patients are relatively normal, mostly when they do not switch to a side personality, no different from normal people.
As a result, in this mental hospital, the original owner and David are among the few patients who can communicate normally.
One after another, the two became friends.
"No, wait!"
When Raymond figured out the identity of David, a young blue-eyed man, from the fragments of memory, his body suddenly froze!
David Haller?

Hell, it's not David Haller?!!

David's name, in European and American society, has long been the bad street name. Even if we add the last name Haller will not be very rare, the same name should not be in the minority.

But by this name, at the same time is schizophrenic patients, and is still being treated in a psychiatric hospital, I'm afraid there is only one

Big group, the full name David Charles Haller, son of Professor X!

Although Professor X is not aware that he has such a son, and David himself should not have known that his biological father is a mutant Mind raper, but David's terrible thing is not that he is Professor X's son, but his kind of uncontrollable force of terror!

His title stems from a story from the Gospel of Mark in the Bible:

Legend has it that 'Jesus' once met a man who was possessed by evil spirits, and when 'Jesus' asked the man's name, he replied: My name is large because I am so many... 'Jesus' understands that the man is not possessed by an evil spirit, but that there are many evil spirits attached to him.

David was called a legion precisely because he was very similar to the man in the Bible who was possessed by many evil spirits, and although he was not possessed by evil spirits, he had more than a thousand side personalities in his mind!

Most of these side personalities are twisted and weird, and what's even scarier is that each of them has a different ability, and there's no shortage of heterodox!

Therefore, he is also one of the few top variants assessed as a Level 5 variant!

You know, even Magneto and Professor X, this black and white two of the general mutants is only a four-level mutant, David's power of terror can be seen!

But these refer to the peak of his time, now he is not too seriously ill, The number of sub-personality may be counted by both hands, and he is still far away from the fifth-level

But it is still a bomb that may detonate.

Because his abilities are inversely proportional to his state, God knows if his condition suddenly worsens because of some stimulation, and then runs away in an instant?

For ordinary people, let alone facing a fifth-level mutant with world-destroying power, even if facing a third-level mutant like Wolverine whose vitality is greater than its attack power, there is a resistance at all.

Therefore, when Raymond realized that the patient David in front of him was the big group of old mutants he knew, suddenly, his body became stiff, his hair swelled, and his whole body was fixed there!

"I see, "Why is the name "Clockwork Psychiatric Hospital" so familiar... Is this special to play with me? "Raymond now really has the urge to scold his mother.

It's nothing more than Transmigrated into the mental patient. Fortunately, the untimely bomber was treated in the same psychiatric hospital as this untimely bomber. Can this be fun?

Don't look at David now looks normal, but once he enters 'sickness mode' and switches to a perverted side personality, it's possible to turn his face and ignore people in an instant.

When the time comes to kill people, there is no like cutting melons and vegetables, hands up and down the knife,

Raymond didn't want to be the victim of his illness.

When he comes out from the hospital, Raymond is still wondering whether to go to the hospital for a while and didn't have to rush out. Anyway, there is food and drink, it better than being dead.

It's just boring at best,

But now... he only hates why he was so impulsive yesterday and ran to dig a pit to bury himself before he even figured out the situation, so he had to continue to be in the same house with this untimely bomber.

"What do we do now?" Raymond's brain was turning wildly.

It's because he is used to seeing strong winds and waves, even if he was held with a gun against the back of the head of the dangerous situation he had encountered, but is still very frightened.

Just as he was thinking a thousand times and wondering how to deal with it, a line of gold text suddenly appeared in his mind:

["Ding-Ding--- "]

["You met S-rated 'antihero' David Haller, Exploratory Value +100"]

["You get the exploration value for the first time, and the {Infinite Personality System} is activated successfully!" 」

["You can turn exploration values into system-specific points to redeem different functions of the system, and you can think of the 'novice guide' function in your mind to explore."]

The line of gold text that flashed in his mind did not scare Raymond, but made him ecstatic!

What's this still need to say? Gold finger!

It is as if falling off a cliff must be able to get the secret of God's work, and rescue an old beggar from the street is bound to be a senior expert.

Where can there be no system to transmigrate?

It's just that he didn't expect this system to be activated directly as soon as he opened his eyes. It has to be activated under certain circumstances.

"But what the hell is the {Infinite Personality System}?" Raymond's a little sloppy.

Although he has seen many novels about system flow,

But most of them are something like the summoning system or gacha.

{Infinite Personality System} This kind of system is not very serious at first. It is the first time he has seen it, and he can't figure out the way this system sounds very serious.

.....
(Note: To facilitate understanding and memory, this book on the classification of mutants, will use the X-Men series of movies in the first to fifth-level division, five-level ≈ Omega-class, four-level ≈ alpha-level, so, I hereby explain, lest the comic power feels not rigorous.)



[Synopsis]:

This is a world where a king is the most powerful.

Being a king make you can travel through the world and choose the strongest people in the sub-worlds as retinues

As long as countries are established in different dimension spaces, they can integrate their resources, land, civilization, and cultivation system into their own king’s world to expand their territories and accelerate the process of civilization.

Qin Yi soon discovered that these dimensions were familiars to him from his previous life.

in Naruto's world, the integration of ninja civilization, the whole people are a ninja. into bleach world, conquer the world, expand the world map let the world evolve into a shinigami civilization.

Is this just finished? No, everything is just beginning!

Dragon Ball, journey to the west, Marvels, Pirates, all the sub-worlds, is the nourishment of the King’s world civilization!

The first subject he met was Gandalf

The first world is Naruto’s.
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Author: Invincible Tsing Yi
Link: 
https://sj.uukanshu.com/book.aspx?id=71945
Mtl: The King of The Worlds 
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Ps: I owned nothing in this fanfic except for the translation

Back in the parking lot, Yannick, who was about to get in the car, kicked hard on the tires.
　　 Ma Dan, this old man pretends to be noble, if he is not worried about chilling the hearts of other scientists, he really wants to throw you into a dark prison. After all, he could have all the papers published by Einstein in original time and space in his mind. Big deal, just sign his own name and publish those papers. How much influence can it have on the scientific development of this time and space?
　　 After cursing in his heart, Yannick got into the car angrily, not having a good dy. "Don't go back yet, just go around."
It's good now. He talked to Einstein about the idea of ​​developing nuclear weapons. Who knows if this old man would go to the United States like the original time and space to petition the US President Roosevelt to suggest the creation of an atomic bomb.
Thinking of the destructive power of nuclear weapons, even clamoring for 100 million national totals, Japan, which was preparing for a dying battle, obediently surrendered in the end. Yannick couldn't help but shudder. After all, no one wanted an atomic bomb to fall Overhead.
　　 Thinking of this, Yannick told Annie. "Tell Mr. Hans to send someone to watch Einstein. If he dares to go to the United States... I'll be deciding at that time what happens to him." It was 1933 when Einstein went to the United States in the original space-time, when  Idiot Mustache officially became the German Chancellor, the Naz Party arbitrarily hunted and killed Jews, and the ethnic conflict was extremely serious. After Einstein went to the United States, he did not return to Germany. He obtained American citizenship in 1940
Now there is no moustache, and there is no Naz Party. Although there is discrimination against Jews in China, the whole of Europe is now anti-Semitism, and the United States is not much better.
　　 Annie Lisuo agreed. "Understand, Your Highness."
　　 The car drove for a while, and Yannick staring at the scenery outside the car window indifferently suddenly saw a simple platform on the side of the road. On the platform stood a cylindrical column more than two meters high, not sure what purpose it was. There were a few young people nearby who were giving impassioned explanations to the few people around.
"..."What the hell?
　　 A few minutes later, Yannick suddenly shouted. "Stop the car!!"
　　 Ina slammed on the brakes, and Annie, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was pushed forward, almost smashing the windshield. And Yannick even hit the back of the hard co-pilot seat unsuspectingly, slamming him with gold stars.
"Fuck Ina, do you know how to drive?! Are you deliberately trying to kill me? What kind of broken car, don't even have a seat belt?!" Yannick was holding his head in his hands When swearing frantically, Ina and Annie had already drew their pistols and looked around nervously. "His Royal Highness, are you okay? What happened?"
　　 "I'm fine..." Yannick shook his dizzy head and pointed to the back. "Go back the same way."
　　 Ina asked worriedly. "Yes, Your Highness, are you okay?" She seemed to see His Highness hit the back of the seat just now, and heard a loud bang. Yannick lowered his head and looked for it, but he did not see a seat belt fitted in the car. It seems that the seat belt has not yet been invented at this time. "Quickly drive back."
　　 The car drove back for less than two minutes, and Yannick saw the young people walking down the road with their heads down on the cylindrical object.
　　 "Very risky,that almost went wrong. "Just a few of them. Miss Anne, go down and ask who are they?"
　　 "Yes." After the car stopped, Annie got out of the car and ran over to stop the few people. After asking a lot, she came back and reported. "His Royal Highness, they are members of the 'Astronautical Association' just established last year.They want to raise research funds around here these days."
　　 Astronautical Society? No wonder that thing looks so much like the original rocket. "Who is their president?"
"Herman Obert." Hearing Annie's answer, Yannick couldn't help but nodded secretly. The secretary was really competent, but instead he must go to ask the president's name again.　　Their president is Herman Obert...?
　　 Yannick almost laughed out loud.
　　 Germany at this time is really full of talents, kicking a stone on the road you can probably hit a famous celebrities in future generations.
　　Hermann Obert, is the father of the famous European rocket, a German rocket expert, one of the founders of modern astronautics, and a space pioneer on par with Tsiolkovsky and Goddard. His classic work on rocket propulsion is regarded as the "bible" in the aerospace field by a whole generation of engineers. Even Qian Lao, a famous scientist in later generations, deeply loved by his influences.
Unlike Einstein, he was not an anti-war person. In 1941 in the original time and space, Herman Obert went to the Peenemünde Research Center to participate in the development of the V-2 rocket. In 1943, he also formulated the A-9 and A-10 multi-stage rocket plans, intending to attack Washington, D.C.from the sea .
　　 Thinking of this, the extremely depressed mood due to Dr. Einstein's uncooperative attitude was instantly wiped out. "Invite their president to have lunch with me."
　　 Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the palace with his front foot, this Herman Obert followed his back foot. "Salute to you, your royal prince."
　　 Yannick stepped forward and greeted the distinguished guest warmly. "Mr. Obert, i have been admiring the name for a long time. I heard that you are now the president of the 'Astronautical Association'? Have you heard the comic book story of Da Ming's Chang'e flying to the moon?"
　　Obert smiled and nodded. "I have heard that I also bought that comic book to my youngest son, who also likes to read it."
Yannick motioned him to sit on the sofa and smiled. "Of course it is a fairy tale, but what I want to see is the scene of our Germans flying to the moon. "
　　Obert could not help being taken aback. "What does your royal prince mean?"
　　 Yannick said very seriously. "What I mean is very clear, not only to let the rocket fly into the sky, but also to rush out of the atmosphere and fly to the moon. Then use the manned rocket to let our astronauts set foot on the moon. Of course, this is only the first step, the second The first step is to establish a base on the moon. This will be the starting point for humans to explore the universe. Then Mars, Jupiter, Saturn... One day we will fly out of the solar system and conquer the endless sea of ​​stars!"
　　 "Your Royal Highness!!" Obert stood up excitedly. On the way he came, he racked his brains to think about how to explain his rocket dream to His Royal Highness, so as to get more research funds. Unexpectedly, the young royal prince was bolder and looked farther. Compared with the magnificent ideals of His Highness, my dream of just wanting to launch a rocket into the air seemed way too small.
　　 At this time, he seemed to be excited as if Maxima met Bole, and immediately regarded Yannick as his life confidant. Seeing his face flushed with excitement, Yannick decided to pour some cold water on him first, lest this guy belch with excitement. "Mr. Obert, please calm down and listen to me. This kind of aerospace project is bound to be a grand project and requires a long step forward in overall technology to complete. Take the most important rocket engine. Take the current technology and materials. , We can't even make an engine that can reach the speed of the first universe, can't we? There are also various communication equipment, remote sensing devices, computers and a gay genius from britain. He would be fifteen or sixteen years old if he wanted to come, and he had to find a way to abduct him to Germany.
　　 realized his gaffe and smiled awkwardly. "What the prince said is that I am a little gaffe."

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