The cast of BLANK has been kidnapped and brought to a strange room. They see a full buffet and bar, a number of couches arranged so some are elevated like in a movie theater, and a large projection screen.
Then a mask wearing man shows up and explains the situation:
1. His name is Watcher#8394729.
2. He comes from a world where people are watchers, authors, or fanfic authors.
3. He, as a potential fanfic author, has summoned them to watch various anime.
4. Time will not pass in their original world and since they are bound to it they will not age.
5. They can eat and drink whatever they want but must be of legal age to access the bar.
After thinking over it, they agree to do as they are asked. And so the great anime viewing fest begins.

A/N: I will be posting 2 maybe 3 chapters of this a week. Each volume will be 1 season of a specific anime and I will try to avoid filler episodes since I never cared for them. I may make exceptions, but for the most part there will be no fillers.
I was inspired to do this story after reading some "RWBY watches/watching" stories and a couple "BnHA watches BnHA" novels on Wattpad.
All advice is welcome and trolls will be ignored. I don't care about the star rating for the series so don't bother trolling. I'm only doing this for fun and to inspire others here to try the same thing. I also admit I am not a good author.
I will mainly be using the English sub versions unless otherwise stated and will also mention where I watched the anime (DVD, Bluray, Netflix, Hulu, Crunchyroll, Funimation, or some website). I will be taking a 1-2 week break between volumes/seasons to recover from binging and plan the next volume.

Chapter 156

There was a lot on the line for Dungeon Wars. James knew that. Rue knew that. However, for the moment, there was only one thing that mattered. One thing that had their full attention. And that was the current battle of battles. The epic, comic book, movie, or anime giant monster battle going on in front of them. A theme that captured and thrilled everyone, no matter their age, and no matter the world the lived in.

"Right o' chaps." The Perfect Cognivore had just reached The Candy Man, who had been slowly making his way steadily closer towards James's spawn area. Interesting, as The Candy Man made his way into James's territory, that same fog that prevented him from seeing into BLANKs area, seemed to accompany the secret boss. It seemed vision was something that was impacted by players, and the dungeon mobs they summoned. Meaning his players needed to gain more territory, to maintain a good view of the map. It was a mechanic James was all too familiar with from playing StarCraft.

As the Perfect Cognivore paused, probably 100 feet away from The Candy Man, the giant steampunk dinosaur's glowing eyes narrowed. "Time to take a bite out of crime." He let out in a low growl. James, Rue, and the countless players that had rushed to follow The Perfect Cognivore all let out a cheer of excitement. Because, while the wise thing would have been for James's players to take the time continuing summoning mobs, or Avatar's, etc, quite a few had chased after the Perfect Cognivore. After all, no one wanted to miss this fight.

Without warning, The Perfect Cognivore rose his arms, both of which had massive harpoon type launchers on them in place of the normal grenade launchers. James remembered those, and he grinned as he watched his secret boss launch the first attack. A total of 8 harpoons rocketed from The Perfect Cognivore, flying rapidly on a direct course towards The Candy Man. James had watched those harpoons instantly kill players. He was certain they would…

"What the hell." The harpoons punched into the gumdrop armor that surrounded the Candy Man, as expected. However, the moment they were drawn taught, as they were linked back to the Perfect Cognivore by a corded steel wire, the gumdrop armor they were attached to simply fell off of the secret boss. The harpoons fell uselessly to the ground. To make matters worse though, the gumdrop pieces stuck to the harpoons promptly began wriggling. A moment later, they grew eyes…

"Gumdrop…slimes?" Sure enough, the little gumdrop mobs rolled over the harpoons, slowly dissolving the weapons. Then, they began hoping towards The Perfect Cognivore, and James's players. Great, apparently BLANK had given his mob an upgrade that made his armor turn into freaking more mobs. That was hardly fair.

Granted, this was BLANK James was talking about. The duo obviously had no idea what the words fair or fun meant. They simply went for whatever was a guaranteed win, no matter how cheap or ruthless their tactics were.

That was fine, because James had known that about his foe. And he had prepared some of his own tactics for the enemy, in the event that The Perfect Cognivore were summoned to fight BLANKs players.

The Candy Man looked down at the gumdrop slimes moving away from him, and reached towards his chest, where the holes from which the slimes had fallen were. At least it didn't seem like his armor was repairing, meaning there was a limited amount of slime mobs he could make. James wondered if certain types of damage caused the mobs to form, or if any time the armor was hit, the damaged pieces would animate.

"You're a monster." The Candy Man said, anger evident in his high-pitched gingerbread voice. He lowered himself towards the ground, causing his massive frame to take on an almost sprinter like stance.

"Uh?"

"Don't look at me." Rue shook her head at James's questioning tone. She shook a box in her hand, dropping a handful of gumdrops into her palm, which she promptly threw into her mouth. Classic Rue. "I have no idea what that thing can-" Mid-sentence the boss took his action.

Without any warning, he went from sprinters stance, to moving. And boy was he moving. The speed with which The Candy Man left his previous position created a literally shockwave that sent roils of energy flowing back towards BLANKs territory. Furthermore, the ground where The Candy Man had been standing erupted into craters.

In the blink of an eye, The Candy Man closed the distance between himself and The Perfect Cognivore. Steam seemed to rise off his armored body as he came up just before James's boss, and James was certain a small part of his armor seemed to have melted away. He wasn't sure though, and he couldn't really get a good gauge of it, as BLANKs secret boss was not done with his action.

With the distance between the two closed, The Candy Man's massive candy cane axe rose above his head and came crashing down towards the Perfect Cognivore. The attack had so much speed and ferocity in it that James could literally see the sound wave forming around the weapon. If that move connected-

"Brilliant." The Perfect Cognivore called out, even as his Chainsword tail whipped around, equally as fast. The massive bladed tail intercepted the candy axe, and bits of metal and peppermint candy went flying everyone, along with a shockwave that blasted players who had ventured too close off their feet. "However, you've made a terrible mistake good sir."

Even as the two weapons collided, the turrets that spun slowly atop The Perfect Cognivore's shoulders swiveled to face The Candy Man. Originally, these two turrets had been miniguns…however, James had decided to upgrade them…for reasons. After all, while two defensive mini gun turrets were cool, an upgrade he had seen had just cried out for him to choose it. Especially against BLANK.

Tesla's Lost Plans- The Perfect Cognivore has been upgraded with Tesla's lost technology. Replaces his mini gun self-defense turrets with Tesla Coil powered death rays. Death Rays do 1x lvl damage per second, increasing damage by 20percent every 10 seconds.

On cue, a loud humming sound erupted from the two turrets atop The Perfect Cognivore, as two bolts of cackling energy leapt towards The Candy Man.

"Huzzah." James let out a loud cheer as the energy punched into The Candy Man. However, his enthusiasm died down almost immediately after. The crackling energy seemed to hit the secret boss, and then disperse all throughout the gumdrop armor. The Candy Man didn't even seem phased. Well shit.

"I'll make you eat those words." The Candy Man growled, as his eyes began to glow. The frosting that made up his eyes began taking on a dark, red tinge. At the same time, a similar red powder began to flow out of The Candy Man's eyes.

"What in the world is that?" James stared hard at the powdery substance that was creating a large cloud now around The Candy Man's face. A moment later, The Candy Man's eyes erupted with fire. The red powdery substance caught fire as well and blasted into the Terminus's face. On impact, the flames burst apart, and returned to their floating, red particle form.

"Enjoy the Cinnamon Challenge." The Candy Man laughed as he leapt away from the Terminus, out of the range of the steampunk boss's defensive turrets. While the death rays had seemed less than effective, James could see part of The Candy Man's armor had diminished, meaning James's boss had at least done some damage.

"Bwahahaha." The Perfect Cognivore turned his glowing red eyes on The Candy Man, flashing a toothy, mechanical grin. "Foolish creature. I'm made of metal. Your aggravating spice cannot effect me." A blast of steam erupted from the Perfect Cognivore, blasting the cinnamon particles away from himself. The wave flowed rapidly in all directions, and James couldn't help but flinch as a handful of his players got caught in it. While the Perfect Cognivore wasn't affected. The players who were now clutching their eyes, crying out in irritation and coughing up a storm, apparently were. James could see a blinded status, as well as a suffocation status, pop up on those poor players. Ouch.

"Now then." James's Secret Boss glanced around himself, before turning his focus completely onto The Candy Man. "How about we begin this fight anew, good sir?" As he spoke, James saw eight more harpoons load themselves into the cannons on The Perfect Cognivore's hands. Furthermore, the steam flowing from his body continued to pour out, until it completely covered the secret boss. A moment later, James's boss's form vanished from the battlefield. James may have upgraded his boss with the cloaking ability from the Spy's on his second floor. And by may have, he totally did.

"Very well." The Candy Man replied. He slammed his candy axe into the ground and rose his gumdrop covered fist towards the sky. The dark brown gingerbread cookie, coated in a green gumdrop, began to glow with a faint brown color. "I shall introduce you to my dear friend, The Muffin Man."

James hates his real life. He spends his days being bullied in school, and at home he simply reads and plays games. The only thing he has to look forward to is immersion. When he is immersed in the virtual world he can be whatever, whoever, he wants: He can escape the world that has thrown him away.

As such, when a new game, Dungeon Core Online, comes out, James is excited to play. He immerses himself as soon as he can, but when he is set to create his character he is instead offered a different choice. Now, James is the Dungeon Core and he suddenly finds himself wielding more power, with more options, than he's ever had before. The only downside... there are people in the real world who do anything, even kill, to gain the power of a Dungeon Core in the virtual world.

This story originated on and is updated on Royal Road

This story is the sole property of Jonathan Smidt, otherwise known as Glyax

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Starring:
  https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/c0/39/50c039ee3d7391c985c882ec74e51a9e.jpg
as Sebastian Stan
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b2/5a/eb/b25aebbab92860d4308e1dc562fc3780.jpg
as Clara Matthews



*12 years old*
I was on a walk through my neighborhood in Rockland County, New York, and I noticed there was a moving van in a "for sale" driveway. Was someone moving in?
Suddenly, a boy jumped out from behind a hedge. The boy had blue eyes, a big smile, and a strong jaw.
He jumped out from behind the hedge so suddenly, I screamed aloud. Quickly I stifled the scream with both hands. I looked around and saw a few curious faces poking out from behind their curtains. The boys smile widened, and I shot him a dirty look.
"What's your name?" He asked me, bobbing up and down with excitement, "I'm Sebastian. My mom and I are moving here from Vienna, Austria. Mom played piano there, after the revolution. Where do you go to school?"
"I'm Clara," I said slowly, "I've lived here my entire life. I too play piano, it's a beautiful instrument. I go to Rockland County Day School. I'm twelve, how old are you? Do you know where you are going to school? What was it like in Austria?"
He started speaking slowly, but sped up as talked, "I'm eleven, we're almost the same age. It was okay in Austria, but I only lived there for four years. I'm going to Rockland County Day School too! What is the headmaster like? Is he mean? Is he strict? Is he playful? Is he goofy? Does he allow any fun?"
"He's strict," I started, "But not too strict. He allows a little fun, within reason, and for the most part It's a fun school. There is agricultural classes, and more. Headmaster Fruhauf is a little goofy, and kinda playful. Where did you live before Austria?"
"I lived in Constanta, Romania," He said, "We moved because my mom needed better job opportunities. The school sounds nice."
I noticed he was becoming more shy as we got to know each other better. He was talking slower, thankfully he was because with his accent, I was having a lot of fun trying to figure out what he was saying.
"Your mom sounds nice," I said, "How about your dad, what's he like?"
His face darkened, "I don't know my dad. My parents divorced when I was two, and I never visited him."
"Oh," I said, barely audible, "Sorry, I didn't realize that..." I trailed off, not really sure of what to say, "I'm sorry, maybe I should continue my walk."
"It's okay," he brightened, "You didn't know. You don't have to go."
Sebastian was interrupted by a woman yelling, "Sebastian!!!"
"Coming Mom," He yelled, "Do you want to come?"
"Where?" I asked.
"Inside," He said, "To see the house."
"I don't know," I said, "My mom wouldn't know where I am."
"You can use our phone to call her," He said, "Come on, it'll be fun!"
"As long as I can call her," I said, "I guess it's fine."
He grabbed my hand, and took of running. I barely kept up, tripping over my heels once or twice. He pulled me inside, and into his kitchen. A woman who looked very tidy was directing two men on where an oven best fit. She turned our direction when she heard us walk in.
"Why are you wearing your shoes Sebastian?" She asked, "Who is this? Today we work, not play with new people."
Her English was worse than Sebastian's, and her accent stronger.
"Nooo!" She yelled, "Not there here, put it here! Creiere de mazăre! Acolo! Pune-l acolo!"
I had no idea what a "Creiere de mazăre" was, but it didn't sound like a compliment.
"Nu Nu NU! Acolo! Grabă!" She yelled, "Hurry."
I didn't know exactly what she was saying, but i got the idea from all her frantic hand gestures.
"Calmează-te mama. Te rog, calmeaza-te," Sebastian soothed, his voice sounded a lot less angry than her's, "Acești creieri de mazăre încearcă să ajute. Vă rog să nu strigați la ei. Nu vreau să mă rănesc."
His mom was calming down fast. She turned her gaze toward us again. She squatted down, and put her hands on Sebastian's shoulders.
"Vă mulțumesc că ați încercat să mă calmați dragi," She said, "Te iubesc. Ce vrei, Sebastian?"
Vreau să-i arăt în jurul casei, dar trebuie să o sune mai întâi pe mama," He explained, "Poate folosi telefonul?"
"Desigur că poate," She replied, "cum se numește?"
"Numele ei este Clară," He answered, "Locuiește doar pe stradă."
"Hi Clara," She said, "Do you live near here? "
"Yes," I replied.
"You may use the phone."
"Thank you," I said.
"It is nothing."
*22 years old*
"Hi," I was tutoring my friend Sebastian in college level Math, "Remember the day we met?"
"Yeah," He responded, "And I scared you."
"What does 'Creiere de mazăre' mean?" I asked.
"What?"
"That's what your Mom called those men," I explained, "The ones who were moving your on the day I met you. I almost translated it online, but I decided it would be funner if I asked you."
"Oh," He said, "'Creiere de mazăre' means 'pea brains' in Romanian. She called them that cause she was tired, and they didn't seem to understand her."
"Ohhhhhh," I said, "That makes sense."
"Yep," He said, "Shall we begin?"
An hour and a half went by, and Sebastian didn't seem to remember anything I'd said. Like it'd gone in one ear and out the other.
"You don't really need help do you?" I asked, thinking about what my mom had said in the car.
"No," He whispered, "I don't need help with math."
"I was kinda wondering why someone who was gonna be an actor would take a college math class," I explained, "Why did you ask for help?"
"Ummm," He said, "I-i-i I like you Clara."
"I'm sorry," I said, "I just want to be friends. Is that possible?"
"Yeah," He responded, "It's cool, I just hoped you liked me too."
"No," I said, "I'm not in love with you, and I doubt you are with me. You just have grown attached to me. Remember what Pastor said on Sunday about resisting urges. Love is not an urge, love is acting in accordance with the Ten Commandments. It's impossible to act in accordance with the Ten Commandments. All we can do is trust in Jesus Christ to save us."
"I know," He said, "I just, never mind. Since you're not tutoring me anymore, can I go? I was gonna hang with Anthony today."
"Yes."
"See ya around sometime."
"See ya," I said, then barely audible, "sometime."
*32 years old*
I flipped through the channels on my cable TV. I'd just moved out of my apartment, and into my own house. I chose "Captain America; The First Avenger." It looked new-ish by the quality, so I settled with it. I don't really do much "movie watching," so I had no idea they had made a Captain America movie.
I'm your stereotypical nerd, except I don't wear glasses. I love reading the original comics of anything superhero, and I have a nice collection. My mom loves reading the comics too, as does my dad. We sometimes would have "family comic time" when we'd all sit in the living room reading our favorite comics. We haven't done that since I was twelve, before my mom cheated, and before my parents divorced.
When I'm down, I will go to my comic shelf, and pretend I'm a carefree kid again. My parents couldn't decide on who would get the comics, so they decided I would. Now I have the family comic collection, and my own comics that I've collected through the years.
Anyway, back to the movie. Steve was getting beat up behind the theater, and suddenly a guy in an army suit walks up. It took me a minute to recognize him, but I knew that face from somewhere. It was Sebastian, my childhood best friend.
I whipped out my laptop just to be sure, and then I double checked again.

"Bucky Barnes, Portrayed by: Sebastian Stan."
I opened my email, and started a message to him.
"Hey Baz,
I didn't realize there was a Captain America movie until today, when I was flipping through channels. I noticed I recognized the actor for Bucky Barnes, and I looked him up. I hadn't realized how far your acting career would take you, but I guess I know now.
Please respond. I'm not just messaging you for your fame, you know I'm not that type. I just want to talk, and exchange stories. I haven't seen you for ten years. I hope you, your mother, and Anthony Fruhauf are doing well. I miss you, and I'm sorry we didn't keep in touch through the years.
I can't believe I never thought of emailing you until now, but know, I was and always will be a friend in need.
Sincerely, Clara Matthews"
Baz was my old nickname for Sebastian. He never liked it when I called him Seb, Sebby, or Bash, so we settled with Baz. We were pretty tight for the ten years that we talked, so I hoped he would respond.
I started watching the movie again with renewed interest. It was way different from the comics, but it was still a good movie.
Examples of the differences:
Bucky was a boy, not the same age as Steve                                                                                                The story is slightly different, but I guess it depends on which comics you read.
Anyway, half an hour after I finished the movie, I was in the middle of making blueberry muffins. Suddenly, my phone rang. Riiinnnggggg, riiinnnggggg, riiinnnggggg. I set down the Muffin batter, and grabbed my phone. I looked at the number, but I didn't know it. I answered anyway.
I answered my phone and put it on speaker, so I could finish my muffins.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey Clara," He said, "How are you?"
"Good," I said, apparently we were pretending that we had talked throughout the ten years since I'd seen him last, "You?"
"Pretty good," He said, "I got your email, and decided not to respond via email."
"That's okay I guess," I replied, "Just so long as you responded."
"What have you  been doing lately?" He asked.
"Well I just moved into my own house."
"What's it like?" He asked.
"Well, it's got three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, an office, and a kitchen," I started, "I just randomly started craving blueberry muffins, so I'm making them right now. I love blueberry muffins, they remind me of you. Are they still your favorite food?"
"Yeah," He said, "I still like blueberry muffins. What kinds of foods do you like?"
"Umm," I said, "You know when somebody asks you a question, and your mind suddenly blanks with regard to every food you know except the food that the person who asked the question likes? That just happened to me. I like blueberry muffins I guess."
"Nice," He said, "They're good."
"Where have you been going to church lately?" I asked, when I'm under stress my brain automatically goes to religion.
"I haven't," He said, "Been going to church at all lately."
"How long has it been?" I pressed.
" Three years," He mumbled.
"Three years?!" I yelled, "Three years?! You know Martin Luther said that you should have communion at least four times a year. He says that if you don't you're more likely to fall out of faith. Please tell me that's not what happened."
"I can't," He admitted, "I know you are a pastor's kid, and I know that religion means a lot to you. We are not the same. I grew up, and had this religion pressed upon me. I was tired of moving, tired of changing, and tired of getting rejected. I was tired of believing. The only thing I wasn't tired of was acting, so I knew I would cling to that. Now, since I kept up with that, look where I am. I bet you if I hadn't left behind my faith and 'grew up' I wouldn't have made it this far. I needed to let go, it was just too much."
"Baz," I started, "Please, for me, I know it's a Saturday right now, but go to church this Sunday. It will be refreshing to hear the word of God again, to be in His house again. Go to church. Listen to everything the pastor says. Drink it in, for it is the water of life. You were baptized, act like it. Please, please, don't leave faith and God behind forever. remember the Ten Commandments."
"I know Clara."
I cut him off, "Remember that you can't keep them all, and you need Jesus to save you!"
"Clara," He started, "I'll try to make it to church, but I can't make any promises. You have to understand that it's hard for me to make time for these things right now."
"I understand," I confirmed, "But I still think religion should be your first priority. Thank you."
"How are those muffins going?" He asked.
"The timer has five minutes left," I said, "They smell pretty good. You did well as Bucky."
"Thanks," He said.
"You know most people in your place would avoid a conversation about church," I noted, "You didn't. You listened to what I had to say."
"Yeah," He said, "I guess it depends who you're talking to. I know I can't avoid that convo with you."
"Probably true," I agreed, "Well, Where are you right now?"
"Washington D.C.," He replied absentmindedly.
"What's up?" I asked, "Why're you distracted?"
"Text from Joe Russo," He said, "Work starts at eleven tomorrow."
"Than you still have time for 9:00 church," I stated.
"Yeah," He said.
"There's one Romanian Orthodox church in Washington D.C.," I informed him, " It's called 'Saint Nicholas Orthodox Cathedral'. It looks okay."
"I'll check it out," He said.
We sat there for a few seconds, in silence.
"Hey," Baz broke the silence, "I was wondering how your family was doing? Where is your younger brother in life? How's your dad?"
"My brother, Nicholas, is in college," I responded, "My dad is doing good."
"I gotta go," he says, "Duty calls. Well, not 'duty', but my boss calls."
"Okay," I said, and shoved a warm muffin into my mouth, "Well, Imma call you tomorrow, 'cause I live alone, and I'll probably be bored. When do you get off work? I get off at three pm, so you can call me anytime after that."
"Uhh," He responded, "I'll probably get off at five, but I'll call you as soon as I get off. Hope those muffins turned out well. Talk to you later. Bye."
He hung up.
That was nice, talking to him again. He really sounded the same. I can't believe I told him that I like blueberry muffins because they remind me of him. It made me sound like I was in love, which I obviously wasn't. 
Really....
Not in love with him...

"Crazy, the question was really difficult, Daddy!"
"I can't do that much you know!"
"Who said earlier that the question would be easy?"
"So stupid, I don't want to remember anymore."
"Uh, I did. Let bygones be bygones."
The hallway outside the room looks crowded. Participants who started getting to know each other shared what they felt to other friends. As for Sonny, he prefers to be in a place that is quiet enough to eat the lunch he brings.
"Hello? Can we sit here? " Greet one of the men from a group of male participants who also seem to be eating the lunch they brought.
"Oh, it's okay."
The conversation with Sonny ended. To be honest, Sonny used to be quite uncomfortable with crowds. The proof is that he used to prefer to be alone when things got busier. However, after having an accident and his friends began to drift away, it made him quite miss the fun of talking between friends.
"I could only answer about 20 questions, man."
"What a shame. You should just fill in the blanks earlier. "
"Hah? Didn't you guys hear a rumor? He said if there is a wrong answer, 1 point will be deducted "
"Eh, really? How come I just found out? "
"That's the rumor, though. I was quite lacking in confidence. As a result, I didn't fill in the answer which I thought was still ambiguous. "
Sonny just listened while eating his lunch. He also heard these rumors, but prefers to fill out the entire answer sheet in case he gets lucky with more correct ones.
Time flies. Some people started to leave the place and left Sonny alone. Indeed, the hallway around the test room that had looked busy was now completely deserted with only a few people he could see. That's because the long rest period of about 1 hour made them all choose to just relax elsewhere.
Opening the SBMPTN grid book, Sonny prepared himself to study the scholastic potential test material. If asked to choose, he would rather take tests related to academics than scholasticism. The reason for this was simple, his logical ability was much lower than his memory ability.
Therefore, he lacks confidence in taking the test.
"It's true what those people said earlier. Don't bother with whatever the result is, at least I've tried. " Sonny thought to himself.
He was able to measure the extent of his abilities. It is only natural that he lacks confidence. However, if you continue to think about fear, it will be even more bad for his performance in taking the test later.
Finally, Sonny decided to take a break to read the novel he had bought earlier. Somehow, he prefers reading novels than comic books or something. Imagining is the reason he likes novels because it cannot be limited by the actions reflected through the images.
Like a word, kicking a soccer ball in novels and comics are clearly different. The novel tends to be imaginative because the step of kicking a ball is described in excess, but it is still in the stage of reality depending on the extent of our imagination. In contrast to comics that have a predetermined pace, our imagination is also limited to what is depicted in the novel. Imaginations that have been formed into pictures will be more difficult to digest and tend to feel overwhelmed. That is according to Sonny in evaluating novels and comics.
40 minutes passed. There is still 20 minutes remaining before the scholastic test begins.
[1 Profiency Talent Points earned! ]
Quite surprised. Because the novels he read are not as good as what he thought. So the criteria for getting points are based on luck alone, not on the quality of the book. This is an interesting fact that he got this time.
Sonny's luck seemed good. He hopes that this luck will also have an impact on the implementation of the test later.
It didn't feel like the time for the test was getting closer. The participants began to arrive and gather with friends or new acquaintances outside their respective test rooms. Meanwhile, Sonny, was still sitting alone at the end of the hall, looking at his test room. He planned to enter the room after his supervisor entered.
In just a few minutes, supervisors and policemen who were different from before were standing guard at the front of the room. They check the participants' luggage and bodies to avoid cheating. Here, Sonny has been lining up in line waiting for his turn.
In the room, other supervisors have checked the test bench of each participant to avoid cheating. The bag that Sonny brought was then put in the space provided, as well as the cellphone he put in a prepared special place.
"Hello, everyone. Immediately there is no need for further ado. This time, you will carry out the Scholastic Potential Test with a predetermined time of 120 minutes. There is still 5 minutes before the national test starts. So, you can check each of your stationery and don't let any writing tools be left behind. "
"Well, while waiting for the test to start. Please, fill in the attendance list that will be distributed by your friends by filling in your name, the SBMPTN number specified, as well as your signature. "
"I'm here to remind you and give advice. Please be honest in taking this test, also avoid cheating. Because supervisors and CCTV are also watching you. For those who have a religion, you are also watched over by God. "
"Before starting, let's pray for the smooth running of today's test. Pray start! .... Finish! "
While listening to instructions from the supervisor, Sonny double-checked his stationery. In fact, he had been checking it out a long time ago. However, he was quite paranoid after hearing the instructions and suggestions from the supervisor. Who knows, lost or dropped his writing tool when the test was started would certainly be very detrimental to him.
"Good. The test can start now. Before doing this, please check the question and answer sheets to avoid production defects. If there is any damage or defect in the question or answer sheet, please bring it to the front desk and ask us for a new sheet. "
"Congratulations on your test and good luck. Don't forget the working time is 120 minutes. "
Calm and relaxed. Sonny's mental condition today is very good, because he is able to adjust well without feeling too much pressure when doing the SBMPTN test. Slowly and carefully, he filled out the identity and answers to the questions after checking the question and answer sheets to avoid any damage.
It didn't feel like time had passed so quickly.
"30 minutes left to answer the SBMPTN questions ..."
"15 minutes left to answer the SBMPTN questions ..."
"There are 10 minutes left to answer the SBMPTN questions ..."
The supervisor provides periodic time updates to remind participants to immediately check or complete the test. Sonny calmly reviewed the answers he had made. Maybe there is an error, there is still time to change the answer.
"There are 5 minutes left to answer the SBMPTN questions."
A panic filled the test room. You can see that many participants are getting angry because they have not finished taking the specified test. On the other hand, there were many participants who looked calm and even relaxed because they had done and cross-checked the answers to the test, including Sonny.
"Two minutes left to answer the SBMPTN questions. Please turn over the answer sheets for those that have been completed so that later we will take them one by one. Oh yes, you can take the SBMPTN question sheets home. "
The atmosphere of the room became increasingly boisterous as the deadline for completion was approaching. Panic hit the participants who had not finished their test work. Whether they were nervous, too difficult, or too relaxed, there were still many participants who were still trying to fill in answers when time was running short.
"Okay, time's up! Participants, please come out! Let's get out! Participants please turn the answer sheet and come out immediately! Time's up!"
Today, the SBMPTN test officially ended.

Happiness isn’t only care about money or wealth.  Happiness isn’t about everything you cuurently have for your own. Happiness also not to be expressed when you got a chance for your own.

Happiness much more complex for a human.

A happiness that human feel always differ each others. Some people happy when they got a lot of money. Some others also happy when they’re healthy. And, some other also happy when they got a chance that not everyone have, for example second chance or chance to get something from what you want.

Meanwhile, what happen to you when all you happiness disappeared? Money, health, even your chance disappeared at a time? So, as a human, what should you choose? Health? Chance? Wealth?

Sonny, a young man felt how hard it is to understand what his choice. Deprived his health after experienced a major accident that changed his life. Lost his family wealth caused by his accident that must spent all of them to make him alive. Even, lost most of his chance after knowing his brain defect that made him harder to communicate and lose a lot of ability to think and memorizing.

But, fate as a most mysterious power that can’t be explained by human logics sometimes give different answer for a human expectation. Fate give him a new ‘chance’ to take back for what he lost.

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Follow the journey of Sonny life. Full of challenge and intrigue to effectively use his new ‘chance’ to get everything he want for achieving what the true happiness is!

Author's Note: This the calm before the storm. We're getting  close to the finale for this volume.
Then everything changes. Everything .

 Now the thing is ...

I hate angst. 

I repeat.... 

I . Hate. Angst.

I understand tragedies,  I have witnessed and  recieved my fair share. I still pulled through with my own will, even in my teenage years,  without complaining as much as some people write the characters with enough will to make a Green Lantern insecure.

e.g.

Naruto, Tony Stark, Batman, Every Fate character.

Sure their should be some of it but they treat them as if they are Sakura with their level of whining. 

Now before the MC can get all emo , his family will prevent him from starting to wear goth makeup. 

But I also understand that trauma never disappears,  just gets handled better.

Believe me,  I know. 

So unlike the victi- *cough* sorry , volunteers of Therapy No Jutsu , his issues won't just disappear after one day of relaxing. 

This is another character development chapter for context.


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OK.

I'll be completely honest,  I didn't handle it well.

I'm now comic level overpowered and for all my arrogance and self righteous for something I remember in a show , thinking that I could do better,  millions still died.

If it was just a normal disaster I wouldn't be as ashamed.  But it was to quick, strong and precise to be normal. 

Using the Omnitrix's new Factory Mode* to physically connect to my workspace,  I get to work.

I know it isn't my fault but that means I still can be better.

I have to be better than my previous self.

I have to go beyond. 

For weeks afterwards I would be spending  2 hours a day memorizing the Omnitrix alien database that I use to skim before to prepare. 

It doesn't just give the real species names or special abilities but planetary systems, biological processes, language, culture etc using data to simulate it in real time.

For a peacekeeping device, it needed a lot of improvements in User Interface. 

It's still amazing what knowledge one can get from DNA. 

Azmuth took the concept of carbon dating and genetic memory then run it to the prevalent edge. 

It's the least I can do for him is make it more suited for its original purpose. 

To think,  this device is every geneticist, archaeologist, astronomer's wet dream. 
I intentionally took the device from in this timeline unlike others, the least I can do now is make sure that the watch is used to its maximum potential. 

Not as a weapon of war to abuse. 

But ... as a tool for peace.

To unite the universe.

.... And beat a couple bad guys along the way of course.

I programmed the a alarm system for better response time.

As I try to think up new updates I look at my body. 

I seem to be still ... "synchronising" with my most used forms such as increased muscles from Four arms,  increased intelligence from Greymatter, increased perception/reflexes from XLR8 and Technological understanding Upgrade. 

Is this what Azmuth warned Alt!Ben when he overused Feedback.*

And went further in removing the failsafe for more power.*

I sigh as I rub the sides of my head at my impulsiveness. 

Eventually,  I had to take a break when the (new) medical screen to me to relax or it will force me.

wait, did I programme it-

Nevertheless,  It new more about my health than I did scientifically speaking. 

So I decided to spend these next few days of peace with your family, just relaxing and spending your time training with both your body and with your aliens. The first thing you do during your free time is request a spar with your family, where they acquiesce to your request.

I make a small dirt circle, about the size of one of your dad's boxing rings in the basement. Gwen enters first, jumping up and down a few times. 

I enter after her, cracking your knuckles and entering into a stance fists held forward. Gwen looks you over, eyebrow raised. 

Despite my half a decade of some karate and half remembered practical experience, I'm still growing up and I don't know if it was my influence or not but Gwen decided to copy Bruce Wayne in terms of combat.

The martial arts she managed to learn at the time as me was ridiculous even if she didn't have Grandpa Max added to it. 

Judo, Jitjutsu, Salate and Kick boxing.

At Ten.

Especially without the benefit of outside knowledge. 

Damn.

"Ben, you know you'll never win if you try to bullrush me, you don't have the strength for i-"

In a flash, I've already closed the distance to her, using my superior speed,  my leg flicking out and hooking around hers, dropping her to the ground in an instance. Rising up off of her, your cousin wheezes, the breathe knocked from her lungs.

Twist your neck, a loud pop emerging , I decided to have a little fun.

"Dang cuz, you sure you're a blackbelt? They just giving them out nowadays?"

She looks up to me, glaring. With a push, she's jumping back to her feet with a dexterous flare.

"Round two." She says simply.

She enters into your guard without hesitation, her form elegant and smooth as you actually  struggle to backstep and create distance.

Guess your not superhuman in base , yet.

Her leg strikes out at your own, looking for an opening as she taps it lightly. Going in for a second strike with her fist, you move.

With a twist, you're vaulting over your cousin, flipping over her with flair. Turning back, you're , somehow,  struck square in the chest with a kick, as Gwen pushes forward to mount you, form over yours as she prevents you from lifting yourself up.

"Round two goes to me," Gwen says from above you, chest heaving as she pants. "... I thought I was the acrobat."

"I also like to do yoga," I respond, daring not mention the two years of ballet mom had you take in sixth and seventh grade.* She must never know.

Gwen rises, stepping back to her side.

"Final round." She announces. This is it, you can still win.

This time you take the initiative, giving up on a style  she knows more than me like karate , putting Gwen on the defensive as best you can, throwing punches at her from every angle.

"You fight like a brawler, Ben!" Your cousin says, smile on her face even as you grunt, struggling to keep up with her, just to land a devastating hit! 

"S-shutup!" I manage to get out, barreling forward with a haymaker. Gwen slides under it, dancing around you. Before you can even hope to turn, Gwen's hands are on your shoulders, lifting herself up and planting herself onto your shoulders.

"Whoa!" I say in shock, as Gwen's thighs squeeze around you, her body flinging backwards as she flips you over, her ass square against your face as you go flying into the dirt.

"Winner is Gwe-AHHH!" Your cousin leaps off of you quickly as soon as you begin to sputter for air. Looking up to her, wheezing at the feeling of your lungs being entirely devoid of oxygen, Gwen's face looks to be like a furnace.

"Y-you..."

"You almost killed me!" You shout, before going silent...

 "That was awesome!" You finish, as Gwen just looks on in shock.

"What?" She asks.

"Yeah, you tore me apart, like whip, wham! It was just like one of my comic books, holy shit Gwen you're a badass!"

I'm even impressed as this is her without magic and me starting to get enhanced.

Your cousin is silent, before she scratches her cheek a bit. "Oh, thanks, Ben." It takes her a moment before her face reddens again. "I mean, doofus!" She looks frantic for some reason, before retreating away in a hurry. "I needa go help grandpa with something over there!"


Later, I spend some more time with them, fighting them with the respective styles that they taught you, managing to pick up some more thing about both styles and improve. 

Of course this is early 2000's summer,  so we parked near a lake to cool down.


After changing, I then relax after that by heading over to a decently sized stream nearby and just relaxing in the cold water. Closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of the cooling water, at least until you hear a splash in the water a bit further up stream. 

You open your eyes to look at the source of the noise, and you can feel the heat rising to your face immediately.

Your cousin in a swimsuit, in a very form fitting swimsuit, in a swimsuit that highlights her developing bust and shapely hips. 

"Wh-What the hell are doing Dweeb! Can't you see I'm relaxing here!" I shout at her somewhat embarrassed.

"What's it look like Doofus, I'm doing the same thing you are, relaxing in this stream, those spars earlier made me sweaty and I'd rather not have to waste water in the Rustbucket when this place works just as fine." She answers snarkily, lowering herself into the water.

"I can see that Dweeb I'm not blind, what I meant was why were you here now. Why couldn't you do it, I don't know, after I had left?" You ask again.

"What? I can't want to spend some time with my Doofus of a cousin?" She says.

"Whatever Dweeb, I'm heading back to camp." You say as you get up and start making your way back to the Rustbucket. You don't get very far before she grabs your wrist, before speaking to you in a tone of voice that makes you pause.
"Please stop, I'm...sorry if I made you mad, I'd...just like to talk, if that's alright." She says, letting go of your hand and seemingly shrinking into herself. You don't know why but something in your heart hurts at seeing your normally assured and confident cousin in such a state.

 You sit back down in the stream and Gwen follows your lead as well.

"Well alright then, go ahead and talk." You say.

She stares at me for a bit before turning away. 

" When summer started,, I thought I would just be cruising around in a RV with you and Grandpa. " She wears out a wistful smile before her face blanks.

" Then you get an alien wristwatch that makes you a genetic library for the universe,  we find out Grandpa is a space marine, and even when I gained power for my own , you still put the world on your back like your fucking Atlas .... and... and... I just don't want you hurt."

...

OK , wow , the guilt.

Curse my natural empathy. 


"I...It's funny you know...you're the closest thing I have to a friend. That's sad isn't it, that the cousin I can hardly stand sometimes is the only person I can actually consider a friend." She says, hunching further into herself.

OK, time to cut off the insecurities at the bud. 
I am not letting think less of herself.

"Nah, that's not sad at all, I'm almost in the same boat you know, besides, while you might get on my nerves with your...you ness, you aren't that bad. If those idiot at your school can't see that then that's their problem." You respond.


"*Sniff* Thanks Doofus, I guess you aren't that bad after all." She says in response, sniffling at the beginning. 

You ... 

Decide wrap her up in a hug, and she begins to cry somewhat, letting out all the repressed sadness and other emotions she had been bottling up. 

Once more something in your heart aches at seeing your cousin in such a state, but another part of you is glad that you get to be here to help her through this.

I guess I was being a bit reckless. 

I'll take a bit of a break...

Then back to work. 


N/B

I thought that I had to increase the character development of Gwen since besides Grandpa Max and Ben, she's the only main character until  Kevin comes into play for the plot.

I hope I got the emotional responses right. 

The thing about  good Overpowered characters isn't the challenge, otherwise the escalation goes out of control. 

*cough*cough*Dragon Ball Super*cough*cough*

When one look at Superman, Thor or even Gilgamesh,  it's about the characters and their interactions. 

Tell me what you think. 

Only *constructive* criticism.

"One of the most powerful beings in all fiction whose only weakness is his mentality and plot. "

....

"OK then ...."

Ben Tennyson. Ben 10. Holder of the Omnitrix. Earth's Greatest Champion. Hero of Heroes . Saviour of the Universe.

I got some big shoes to fill since I am , somehow, in his 5 year old body .

.....

The Universe is doomed... isn't it. 

* First Fanfiction. I just felt I should give it a try.
Proper Crictism and writing advice is welcome .

Once he was done hugging his mother. Linri went back to his seat. His mother was looking at Linri with eyes demanding an explanation. As long as you weren't blind anyone could see that Linri was shaken up by something so as his mother Lyra was obviously worried.

"I saw a nightmare... I don't remember what I saw but I remember it being scary. It felt like I lost my family forever and there was nothing I could do about it"

The professional liars knew that the best way to tell a lie was to add truth into the lie and being as vague as possible, letting them fill in the blanks on their own. Nobody would admit to it but to be a successful member of the current society, you have to learn how to tell a good lie. Linri was no exception. Maybe he was a little better than the most because of his upbringing.

Linri's father in real life was a special forces police unit so he grew up being constantly interrogated by his own father. Because of that, he found easy to lie to others. In his eyes, if he could deceive his father who was trained to see through lies there were not many people who could see through Linri. Wait, were special force police squads even trained in telling apart lies? Well, it didn't matter. He was confident in his own ability to lie and that was about it.

Even in this case, Linri didn't exactly lie. Everything he said was truth aside from the part where he didn't remember anything about the nightmare but no one would focus on the first sentence in conversations so it was always better to start with a lie and end with the truth if you want to deceive someone.

When he was thinking all this, Lyra mistook it with him still feeling down; so this time it was her who came and hugged Linri.

"Don't worry sweetie. We are not going anywhere... No matter what happens we will always be together."

Hearing those words for some reason Linri started to feel better. Her voice had a calming effect on him and for a minute there he actually believed that they would never break apart.

After an awkward breakfast on Linri's part, he quickly went back to his room. He started to evaluate his situation and what he knew.

First of all, he was trapped in the body of his RP character and he was forced to live his life. This was going to be hell because no one knew it better than him what kind of life Linri will lead since he was the one who actually wrote it. When he thought about it, that was kind of an embarrassing story. When he created Linri Max had just started to get into the world of online role-playing. So Linri's story was extremely edgy, just because Max wanted to feel cool. It was kind of funny now that Max thought about it. After all at first Linri had started as some kind of naive chosen one and then well, it was better to not go there.

Secondly, there was someone that instigated this event. He wasn't sure who it was but Max remembered Linri saying 'his' in the conversations as if this 'his' person was someone extremely important. Almost as if he couldn't do it if not for his help. Well, that kinda makes sense I suppose.

Thirdly, this was a complete world. In other words, anything he didn't specify in his backstory was something he didn't know about. For an example he didn't even need to go far, it was Linri's mother. He didn't write anything about her except for some simple stuff but she was here. So he couldn't completely trust his knowledge about Linri's background as anything vaguely mentioned might be completely different from what he intended.

Lastly 'Linri' told him that they were going to be the ones to toy with them. 'They' as in the RP characters and 'them' being the players. What he could infer from this was the fact that he was probably not the only one that came here which was a relief and there was a high possibility that this time it was gonna be the characters that were going to write the story. So if they were to control them their lives would be 10 times harder and his knowledge about the future might be obsolete since 'Linri' might change how things go. Still, Max wondered how would that even work in the first place. I mean do they just type in sentences and they would become reality or was there a certain criterion that they needed to fulfil first before being able to interfere with their lives. I mean Max never even knew Linri existed before today so how could he dictate his life let alone be his god.

Now that he had sorted out his thoughts and gained some more understanding about his situation Linri wanted to try using his powers. After all, this world was based on the Autumnfall RP club and the setting of the club was a high school for teenagers with superpowers like that one comic book. The catch was, to have diversity in the club, no two people could have the same power but there could be similar powers. For example, there might be Wind based power one of which was focused on manipulating the wind while the other one was a classic wind mage. The important part was the concept and abilities were only second in the hierarchy.

The concept of Linri's power was the Stones of Day&Night. In the day he had the power to bend any and all kind of fire to his will but at night his power would turn him into a cryomage. In other words, Linri had seized two elemental power seats. This was one of the perks of being some of the first ones to create a character. After all elemental powers allowed them to have more creativity and had more room for development.

Still, his powers weren't without any weaknesses either. For example, in the day he could manipulate fire but he couldn't create it so he needed an external fire source. That doesn't mean his power wasn't broken though. When he first created power there was one line that the admins had failed to notice. He could manipulate 'any and all fire'. If you haven't caught on to it yet he could also control other people's flames. So when the admins noticed, it was too late. Because it was in the middle of a boss fight who was a fire elemental so during fight admins had to forcefully throw him out of the area and also banned him from rejoining the fight. Though it was too late as the boss was in its last HP by then. Yeah, Linri might talk bad about the admins here and there but all in all, they were fair in their actions. Yes, his powers were broken but it was not his fault, it was theirs. So even though he was kicked out from the boss fight they didn't negate the damage he dealt.

Following that event, they didn't force Max to edit his power though because they didn't need to. There was a power progression system called evolution. It was kinda self-explanatory. So if Max wanted to evolve Linri's power he had to readjust his fire manipulation to only affect non-magic created fire or he would have to stay weak with a power broken only on certain occasions.

To try his powers Linri needed a fire source and since this house had the same layout with his old one Linri checked his desk for a lighter. He usually had one on his desk because he started to smoke cigarettes when he was 18. Still, he couldn't find any lighter on his desk so he went downstairs and got one from the kitchen. Then, with a palpating heart, he lit it trying to manipulate the fire. He concentrated on it but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

Once he found out that he had no powers yet Linri was not disappointed. At least this was still in his expectations. You see, this was also in the background he wrote for Linri. He was born with no powers and he had, later on, gained them from Togk deities. In this world, the Togks were the equivalent of Aztecs. 

This also helped Linri realise when he was. He was currently younger than 15 years old since that was when Linri the RP character had met the Togk deities. So he had to quickly find a way to recreate that event where Linri met them. Then again, he was not in a hurry yet as he was sure things would still go the same way they did in the background he wrote. Granted, he did not change the course of history of course. Right now he was in urgent need of some kind of self-protection but if he was too hasty that could spell some deviation from what he wrote so he had to be patient.

Maxwell (Max) Walker was your everyday college student. Until his Role Playing character forcefully switched places with him. 

Now Max has to live the life of his character in a world of both science and magic. Suffer everything he made him suffer. Fight every battle he made him fight.

Join Max in his journey to return home while paying for his past decisions.

Author: Kasaix Edited by: ZombieCat090

P.S For anyone interested we also have a discord channel where you can interact with me and other fans https://discord.gg/JmaHGF5

The light was so bright that it blinded even Ren who used the technique. Once Sunburst ended, Ren was no longer in the inner world of Ikomikidomoe but back inside of the Valley of Screams. 

He had to look around for a moment before he saw Cyan cutting on top of a tree branch and watching from above. Ren followed where her eyes were looking and saw several deep cuts cutting through the rocks where her eyes were going.

'So she was protecting me from Blanks while I was capturing his spirit? I think I need to give my officers a raise. They are doing a pretty exceptional job. '

Knowing that he was safe, Ren looked down at Dryae and saw that her bankai had changed. Before, the bokken just had a plain light-brown blade and handle. After absorbing Ikomikidomoe, Dryae had gained a round tsuba. The background of it was black while it had a green lotus design on it. 

Seeing the new guard that Dryae had gained, it was obvious that she had gotten some if not all of Ikomikidomoe's abilities. 

'I should test this out to see if the abilities are really as powerful as that monster had used.'

Just as he thought of this, he saw a large number of Blanks approaching. Cyan stood up and wanted to get involved but Ren's voice stopped her.

"No need. I need to test something."

Ren charged forward and cut through all the Blanks with a single slash. Hundreds of blanks were destroyed in a single move. Each one released a mote of white light that entered Dryae.

'Oh, yeah. I am above captain-level. Even without her upgrade, these blanks are no threat to me or even Cyan.'

Ren was going to ask Cyan to open her portal once more to return to Soul Society but Ren sensed 6 individuals with reiatsu much different than Blanks approaching so he decided to wait. The 6 who appeared were men and a woman wearing green versions of the shinigami uniform with some armor on their bodies.

 Even though Ren could not remember their names, he knew who they were from a Bleach movie. And then by the clues from the memories, he could also remember their identities from Former Nobles List in Soul Society. 

"So you 6 are the last members of the Ryodoji clan? Most people wondered where you all ran off to when you exiled. So it seems like you had run off to here." 

Ganryu, the current leader of the Fallen Ryodoji clan, looked shocked that they had been recognized so easily. He decided to reevaluate the man standing before them. 

"We are not doing anything wrong? Have you come here to try and hunt us down?"

'They think I am trying to hunt them down? Haha. If I wanted to hunt them down, I would have killed them already.'

"Nope. I just came to get something from this tree over here. As for all of you, I don't care what you guys do. I don't even remember why you got exiled. My only concern is to train. So unless you wish to have my sword pointed at you," Ren said while unleashing some of his spiritual pressure. He could only release a small amount without being afraid of killing everyone in the vicinity, including Cyan.

Feeling the spiritual pressure weigh down on them, each of the members of the Fallen Ryodoji clan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

'What kind of monster is he? This is a power that could rival the captain-commander of the Gotei 13 but I have not heard of him at all. How did such a being come to be born within the past 100 years?'

Ganryu knew when he had no chance of victory. If Ren really wanted to exterminate his clan, he could have easily done so. There was no need to be afraid of being hunted down by the shinigami.

"I apologize for my rude remarks. If you are in need of anything, just let us know."

Ren ignored him as he saw more Blanks approaching. Ren slashed the air in front of him and created a blade of wind that cut through all of those Blanks. A mote of light came from the body of each Blank and flew into the bokken like earlier.

'Ren. We absorbed an ability from them,' Ren heard Dryae say inside of his mind. 

Ikomikidomoe had several powerful abilities as a Hollow and Zanpakuto but his most unique and powerful ability was limitless evolution. As a Hollow, that just meant an increase in size and power. 

But as a zanpakuto, it would gain new abilities by killing beings and absorbing parts of their souls. The former was more useful if Ren got the power himself but the latter was much better for Dryae to get. These new abilities would be completely unique or transform existing abilities. 

Hearing that he had gotten a new ability, Ren got the answer he wanted from wanting to know how long it took for a new power to be gained. 

'I had killed several hundred Blanks to get an ability which is not too bad. If I go to Hueco Mundo, I'm pretty I could get something nice from them. Anyway, I am done here now.'

"Cyan. Let's head back. There is nothing else interesting here."

The woman nodded and jumped down from her tree. A portal appeared in front of the pair and opened up. The duo walked through it.

'Oh, yeah. Senna was a pretty interesting character. I should recruit her later but she won't be around at least another 200 years.'

Before the portal close, the members of the Ryodoji clan saw Ren turn around and look at them with a sharp glint in his eyes. This was obviously a warning. As for what they were being warned about, they were all unsure.

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Cyan and Ren appeared within the Dungeon once again. When they arrived, Baiken and Shin were battling against Yoruichi in a two-on-one battle. While it seemed that both were pressuring her, neither had gained a real advantage over the woman. 

'Really? Stop playing around and end it already.'

Cyan decided to stay and watch them while Ren went to the other side of the planet. It took him over an hour to finally reach that side but with this distance, Ren was not afraid of having anyone get hurt while he tried out his new abilities. 

'Dryae? What all can we do now?'

She told him of all the new powers that he gained and was surprised. He never expected his gains to be so fruitful. 

Ren summoned several large tree branches before creating a spiral tree that went for over a kilometer in the sky. Once the tree was finished, Ren snapped his fingers. The entire tree detonated at once and caused a massive explosion.

'Tha Blanks self-destruct power is very useful. That automatically made my fighting power much greater. I wonder if I can also...'

Ren created another tree branch and sent it forward before warping it around another branch. Ren snapped his finger once again but this time, just the end up the branch detonated instead of the whole branch. From the destroyed portion, another perfectly fine branch grew out of it. 

'So I don't have to blow up everything from the base to the tip whenever I use these. That is also pretty good.'

He then began using the innate abilities that Ikomikidomoe had as a zanpakuto. When the other people in the Dungeon felt the energy being released by Ren's new powers, they felt a primal fear in their bodies that none of them knew was there. Cyan had a certain glint in her eye.

'This man has even more power than I ever thought. I wonder what other surprised he will bring us.' 

For the next 6 months, Ren remained in this part of the Dungeon and trained by himself. He began practicing his Moon Breathing Style and the various abilities he had under his belt.

 For the past 400ish years, Ren spent most of his time mastering his reiatsu and not his techniques. He decided to change that once he realized that he could not just rely on pure power against beings like Yamamoto and Ichibe, especially when he was at an elemental disadvantage. 

So with his new techniques and abilities, Ren was planning to compensate for those disadvantages. But he had to stop when Franceska brought him some news. Kisuke had just founded the S.R.D.I. 

If it was only this, Ren would have been unconcerned. But this meant two things. The first was that the division that should have been founded when Kisuke became a captain 100 years later was founded too early and the timeline had been messed up in the most obvious way since Ren had arrived. 

The second was the release of Mayuri Kurotsuchi. If there was anyone in the world that Ren had truly feared, it would be Mayuri.

There were those who you were afraid of because of what they had done. Then those you were afraid of because of what they could do. Then those who were scared because of what they were willing to do.

But Mayuri... he fit into all 3 categories. Ren had seen just what the man was willing to do to allies and enemies as well as the experiments he conducted on the Quincy which made Ishida unable to even recognize a photo of his own grandfather. 

'I told Kisuke that this man was a monster but he still decided to release him even with my warning.'

Killing intent went through Ren's eyes as he got dressed and prepared to go to the opening ceremony of the S.R.D.I.

A casual fan of bleach gets reincarnated into soul society. Unlike most others, he has very little knowledge about what goes on in Bleach besides the major stuff. See how he goes through life and tries to survive in this chaotic world

"So your marriage to Rurichiyo and the other Noble Lady is canceled?" Inoue asked.

"It's not canceled, the marriage is fake so why cancel? There was no marriage in the first place," Xin said while walking with them going to school.

"But still, Master, I did not expect that there's a bunch of things happening back to Seireitei, even the Captain called back to help for the aftermath of the incident," Rangiku said.

"Well, Rurichiyo and her clan are there, they can clean it up fast and they can also make the investigation even faster."

"But still, that Little Lady is pretty brave and bold enough to think of a plan by marrying you," Tatsuki said after careful thinking.

"Hehehe~ Kenryū and Enryū are too angry that they did not even bid farewell to you Brother, who thought that while we are cooking that BB-Corn, you actually took Rurichiyo back to Soul Society."

"Still, I did not expect that Captain Amagai would do that, he looked decent and gentle," Rukia said.

"Me too."

"Gentle face is not the basis of the person if he is really gentle or now, do you forget that Captain Aizen is also a gentle person when he is still Captain?"

All of them nodded, but still, why those gentle person eventually chooses to do something stupid.

Xin who was walking in front suddenly stopped, he then looked in the direction of the shopping district and felt the incoming group of souls that started to appear in that place.

Not only him but the others also felt the wave of souls that suddenly appeared in this town, there's to many of them.

"What's this feeling?" Tatsuki asked.

"Souls, to many souls suddenly appear," Momo said.

"But Xin said that he made a barrier around the town to prevent Hollow from entering right?"

"That's right, but I never said that the barrier can prevent souls from entering, even shinigami can enter," Xin said.

"Let's go, I think we need to perform a Soul Burial at them. "Rukia said after looking at her unique phone that can detect souls and hollows.

Based on the digital map on her phone, thousands of those souls suddenly appear in one place, and this phenomenon is not right.

Xin cash concealment Kido at them to prevent Tasuki, Inoue to be seen by others, while the other Shinigami is fine because they can discard their Gigai anytime.

When they all arrive, they are all amazed to see a bunch of white entities walking around the street aimlessly.

"A soul?" Inoue asked.

"No, they are Blank," Xin said.

"Bland?" Rukia and Momo asked, they don't know what blank is, they never learn and teach it in school, only this time they encounter this kind of thing.

"Blanks are Souls without memories that live in the Valley of Screams. Blanks are instinctively attracted to memories and they seem to follow something interesting here."

The Blanks appear to be large, white ghosts with pink pin-shaped heads. Their appearance changes only when they are attacking, changing their head's color red, and revealing red arms and hands.

"All Souls migrate between the Human World and the Soul Society. From time to time however, there are souls who, for some reason, become detached in the cycle of transmigration while in the Dangai." 

"These Souls wander aimlessly from the Dangai, and are slowly drawn together over a period of time. As the Souls come together, it causes a new dimension to open, creating The Valley of Screams. In the Valley of Screams, the souls separate into memory and energy before they return to the cycle of transmigration."

"Valley of Scream? Master, what's that?" Rangiku asked.

"A Valley of Screams is a dimension that forms between the Human World and Soul Society, stemming from the Dangai."

"It's not easy to find that small pocket because it's hidden in the middle of two worlds, even Hollow cant easily find it, maybe only a small amount of Shinigami find it but know no one ever escapes from theory because in theory no exit from that place."

"Oniichan, how did you know that place?"

"Well, before i appear here in the human world, i actually do some carry experiment like throwing CatDog in  Dangai, one day the discover a secret passage from Hueco Mundo to Valley of Screams, i just pick inside but i never venture inside so i know that place,"

"These Blanks are numerous in that place, you can see them walking aimlessly in that small pocket dimension,"

"So Xin, what should we do with these Blanks?" Rukia asked.

"The only thing we can do to them is to eliminate them before they can eat the memories of the people here,"

"Not Soul Burial?"

"No, Soul Burial is not useful;l for them, and because they're already an entity without any purpose even the Soul Society will never take them, and also, they are only empty shells, a casting of themselves before evolving to this kind of entity."

"You can consider them as hollow because they eat the memories of people around them, they will not hurt but they can still cause imbalance in the human world."

"How can we eliminate them?"

"I will open the Dokomeradoor and push them back to Valley of Screams, you can just casually grab and throw them back where they belong."

"Then let's start, we're going to get late if we don't finish this fast," Tatsuki said.

Xin nodded and opened the door to the Valley of Scream, and then they started grabbing the Blanks and throwing them inside the door.

While they are cleaning all the Blank around, Xin suddenly gazes at the top of the clock tower and sees a man looking at them.

The man seems to notice Xin and disappear fast, Xin only gazes at him and then goes back to continue to clean all the Blanks around.

Meanwhile, Rukia and Momo encounter a crazy girl who is slashing every Blank around.

A young girl with large amber eyes and purple hair tied with a red ribbon to it. She originally had a yellow ribbon, she wears the standard unseated Shinigami uniform with a large, red ribbon tied around her waist.

Xin then remembered why this Blank appear here, and this girl is the cause of all of this.

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With Luna's help, he flipped through page after page and soon finished the book he was holding. He recognized some patterns in the runes but most of them were unknown. The problem was that while the designs were accompanied by an explanation, it was of course written in Easan, which he didn't understand.

In other words, to understand what the unknown runes were used for, he had two options, he could either spend some time to try and translate the text, or he could just simulate the rune and see what happen. It goes without saying he chose the latter, it sounded way more fun.

He ran back to Catherine and entered his soul world. A few moments later, he was in his lab and proceeded to craft the first rune in the book. It appeared behind the Plexiglass and without further ado, Joshua activated it, his eyes shining with anticipation.

The entire lab exploded. Before he could react, his body was pierced by shards of Plexiglass succeed by being heavily burned by the blast. The force of the explosion projected what remained of his body several dozens of meters away. He landed on a 17-inch monitor, his head going right through it. His right arm was gone and the rest of his body looked like it was about to fall apart. With great difficulty, he used his left arm to push out his head out of the screen. His face was cut all over and full of glass shards. He spat one out and merely said one word: 'Whoops.'

Luckily, he was a mere spirit and he quickly reformed his soul projected body. Looking at the ruins of his lab, he scratched his head.
'Well, that didn't go as planned…'
What exactly did go wrong? He had runes not working as intended before when he experienced with the basic models, but he never caused a major explosion. While he didn't know what the effect the rune would have, he was sure exploding on activation wasn't it. He considered to mass produce this rune to use it as a bomb, but that didn't seem like a good idea. There were too many unknown factors here. For example, maybe he had put too much energy in the rune, or had put the energy in it with the wrong way. Maybe the rune couldn't be used on its own and had to be combined with another. Or maybe the text he didn't understand just said: 'This is a perfect example of the kind of rune you must never produce, as the design is so stupid, it will blow up in your face.' In any case, he had to set randomly trying out unknown runes aside from now on.
'Well… At least until I manage to build a lab solid enough to resist an explosion,' he thought, grinning.

He spent a moment cleaning up his lab and rebuilding what had been destroyed. The group was going to wake up soon, so he headed for the kitchen and prepared breakfast for everyone. The refrigerator was actually well furnished, he presumed Delila had been living quite the luxury life here. Grabbing a couple of eggs he started making omelets. Joshua was actually a fairly decent cook, following a recipe was like following a software installation procedure in his mind. This random thought he had would soon prove itself to be of vital importance.

As the party members woke up and made their way to the kitchen, they couldn't help but stare at Joshua who was dressed as a famous chef. He welcomed them with a smile, the table was well furnished by now and tasting what he had prepared, everyone was pleasantly surprised. Catherine was glad to see he was back on his feet and acting 'normally'. Of course, he didn't mention anything about the visit he had during the night so he just told her he woke up early to prepare food.

When they were done eating, Catherine decided to hold a status meeting.
"Everyone, with the discovery of this building, I think we have reached a milestone in our journey," she started, " I propose we remain here until we have inspected every nook and cranny of the area."
Everyone nodded, this place was an obvious boon for them, therefore, it was no surprise they all agreed to halt their journey for a moment.
"His Majesty is looking for ancient weaponry. The rune factory we found alone could qualify as a success for the mission," Eric added.
"Technically, he had no idea what he wanted when he sent us down here," Joshua added in a sarcastic tone, "He basically told us 'Go down there and find ancient stuff that can be useful for the war.' which is about as vague as it can get. We could just grab the weapons in the factory and go back up and he should be happy we actually found something."
Joshua didn't personally care for the mission, Catherine and he had a much bigger problem to deal with, the Crow. It just happened that their goal aligned with that of the king or he would have looked for a loophole to abort this ridiculous escapade.

"In any case, we should explore the entire area," Catherine said, "Cynthia, Lydia, and Boris, I'll charge you with inspecting the floors above. It's mostly in ruins but maybe there will be something useful."
The three nodded.
"Eric, Joshua and I will form the research team. We'll examine all the records and machines down here and learn as much as we can."
"About that, unsurprisingly the documents here are written in Easan. Translating them will take some time," Joshua explained.
"This isn't unexpected, can Luna help us with the translation?" Catherine replied.
"We'll need as much sample data of the language as possible. But even then, it will probably take some time. Auto-translation is incorporated in the system, but Luna can't translate a language that she's never seen before."
"I see," she nodded and turned to the exploration team," if you guys find any documents or books while searching above, bring them to us. Even the apparently most useless details, anything should help."
"Very well, we'll be on our way!" Cynthia replied, pumping her fist in the air before leaving along with her sister and Boris.

As for the research team, Eric was interested in the species in the vats so he would start by making an inventory of what was present. Catherine and Joshua decided to read as many books as possible to boost Luna's database. Catherine left ahead for the library while Joshua put the plates they had used for breakfast away.

He opened a random drawer and was surprised to find a book inside. He opened it, and it looked like a cookbook. As expected, it was written in Easan. He flipped through the pages and saw that several recipes were actually illustrated which gave him an idea.

He picked a recipe for what appeared to be some sort of salad. There were drawings of the various ingredients and the required amount. Based on the drawings, he figured out several vegetable names. Next, he moved on to the instructions and had Luna record the text. The first line stood right next to the image of a man cutting carrots in pieces with a knife. He then added 'Cut carrots with a knife' as suggested translation for the first line in the system. He repeated the process for every picture he saw. Unfortunately, there wasn't a picture for every line, so he ended up with a half-translated recipe. Not giving up, he made a guess at the missing instructions and tried to prepare the salad. This took him about 20 min. The end result didn't look very good which made him believe he had made a mistake somewhere. He bravely grabbed a spoon and put a piece in his mouth. It was disgusting. With great difficulty, he swallowed it. Still, since he ate it, Luna could analyze the food and make suggestions on what had gone wrong. He then revised his recipe and tried again.

It was about this time that Catherine contacted him.
"Where are you? I thought you would jump at the opportunity to examine all those runes."
"I think I found a way to improve our Easan that's more efficient than randomly reading books, come back to the kitchen, I'll show you."
She smiled.
"Well, if you think it's more interesting than runes, it must be quite something. I'll be right back."
A few minutes later, she was back and saw him busy cooking. She looked confused so he proceeded to explain his plan to use the cooking book to learn some words in Easan.
"That's a good idea, I'll give you a hand."
Their progress together was much faster, as some recipes were still known in modern-day Cestor and Catherine was able to fill in the blanks.
By the end of the day, they had managed to successfully prepare most dishes in the book.
While they were still a far way off of understanding a complex book about runecrafting, they had gained quite a bit of basic vocabulary.

The exploration team returned around six in the evening. Boris had made a few trips back and forth to bring the guardians they had fought at the entrance back to the lab. Eric had taken out a sketchbook and made drawings and took notes on the various creatures in the vats, unknown or not. As for the twins, they had spent the day gathering all kinds of ruined documents. Joshua glanced through them briefly to look for something easy to understand like the cookbook and rejoiced upon seeing a pile Lydia had found.

"Comic books!"

After dying, our main character found himself summoned by a young woman. She comes from a long line of summoners and had expected to partner up with a powerful being, like the rest of her family. Instead, she summoned a computer programmer, who from now on will be living inside her head. Powerless, he's unable to help her with the upcoming war. Disappointed that neither of them had been blessed by fate with some divine abilities, he decides to build a computer system inside her head himself.



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Mark is an introvert in his element right now .It's been months of quarantine, and the fact that everyone is staying at home and not just him like usual, makes him feel not as bad about himself as usual.

'I feel like this is a chance for me, A fresh start so to say, maybey it's my chance to come out of my 'introvert phase' with the excuse that all the quarantine had made me realise the value of actual social interaction. Yes, that might actually work, people might empathise and and include me in their circles'

Mark is a really smart guy, but from childhood itself, he was labelled the 'nerd kid' for getting top marks in school even though he actually didn't study for it. This just led to him immersing himself into his persona as the 'nerd', sitting by himself at home all the time busy 'studying'.

He immersed himself into the world of fiction during his 'studying sessions', Anime, Manga, Comic, fiction books, Movies,TV shows, etc.He knows in most countries, people like him was at least slightly accepted in society, but where he's from, the kids still haven't been exposed to mainstream Hollywood and other media and the most the adults watch is trashy soap opera tv shows.

He is thankful to his father who is actually the eccentric man in town, with his fascination with technology, and being the owner of the only electronics shop within tens of miles. His father realising his son is very smart and different from other kids, taught him everything he knew of electronics and even helped him get into programming.

The town has been in quarantine for the last few months, due to more than 10 families getting corona in the last few months, but now seem to be slowly opening up again.

Mark wanted to take advantage of the current climate and get out of the house and get some practice done to socialize since go would be going to college soon whose admissions had been delayed due to the virus and college without friends would just be horrible.

Mark stepped out of the house and took a deep breath,
'Ahh, such a fresh smell for a fresh start in life'
"MOM! DAD! I'M GOING TO GO FOR A WALK INTO TOWN."

His mother looked at him flabbergasted and worried at his new attitude, she has never heard him actually shout in years, but his father lowered his newspaper and looked and him proudly.

"Will you be ok? you haven't gone into town alone ever and...."Mark interrupted his mother,
"MOM! I'm not a kid ok,I can take care of myself, I'm over 18 now and am soon going to college anyway"

"Just let him go, he is a big kid", his father supported him and his mother soon agreed to let him go.

He tore down the small hill, covered with trees on top of which his house was located down towards the road at the bottom, all the while psyching himself up for the monumental task of socialising he is about to do.

'All right Mark, you can do this, just don't think too much about what you are trying to say and just try to act natural. My new fresh start at life will begin now, not tomorrow, not next month,NOW!'

He reached the road but forgot to slow down until he reached it and it took him across to the middle of the road before he could finally stop, It was the loud honk of a truck that made him turn his head and the sight of a huge trailer truck, few foots away from him that made him realise, HE FUCKED UP!.

The only thing he feels next is unimaginable pain as he was thrown forward and crushed under the truck as he faded into darkness with a final thought
'but... but.... my new start in life....'

Suddenly he felt the pain go away as he felt himself rise from the body, in a few seconds he was seeing his crushed carcass and he felt himself accelerate at an insane rate as he saw the whole town, then the whole mountainous state, then countries, continent, Earth, solar system, etc, everything in a few seconds until all he could see was streaks of rainbow lights all around him.

'Was my soul just sucked into the bifrost? Were the Vikings right with their norse mythology?'

Before he could go into any more deeper contemplation, he found himself jerk to a stop in a white expanse on which he was somehow standing. He looked around a bit and when he looked back to his front, an old man, almost as bright as the rest of the place with his white beard and hair, seems to be standing there staring at him like he was there the whole time.

Mark looked at the figure stunned,
"Are you Odin?'"

The old man laughed and said,
"I don't have any name, but my status is the creator of the multiverse. You are here as part of a project of mine, selected at random by my agent from trillions of souls"

"Whoa!! Is your agent actually truck-kun"

The old man looked at him weirdly, and said,
"My agent appearance depends on the person, some see him as a cloaked figure with a scythe, some see him as a devil with horns, but you seem to have this fascinating with 'truck-kun' to the point where you associate it as personification of death"

Mark looked fascinated by the whole concept
"Ah you know, I'm a big fan of rebirth fiction and fanfiction and..."

The God interrupted Mark before he could go on and on,
"Anyway... yes, you will get your desire to some extent,I will be reincarnating you into a body in a random fictional universe you know of, you will also get one small wish. The catch though is that you will reincarnating as an existing person in that universe with your name that is the most relevant in the stories of that fictional universe. You can ask for a small wish to gain some advantage now"

Mark got really excited since this was just what he wanted, a new start in life. The whole character with same name thing worried him a bit since he couldn't at that moment come up with any characters with the name mark but he figured the wish might change his fortune.

As he was thinking about what to wish for for some time, as his mind became a bit more calmer, he remembered his father's proud face and his mother's worried face. He knew they wouldn't take his death very well since he was an only child. He felt almost unbearable Grief at the knowledge that he probably wouldn't see them again. At that moment, he knew what he had to ask.

"I want to go back to my old world. I want to return back to life."

The God looked at me quietly and said,
"I'm sorry but you are already chosen for this project and that is not a wish I can grant. Think of another wish"

Mark felt so powerless and even some anger at the God for his whole 'project'. Mark sighed as he realised he was not at power here and said,

"Can you atleast make sure that my parents will go on to lead happy lives?"

The God said,
"That I can do, you're parents will grieve for a while and soon your father will find out that one of the softwares you designed was revolutionary and they would use the money from that software to start an electronics company in your name which will soon become a multi national company and they will both lead content lives with a legacy to remeber you by."

Mark felt somewhat content with his wish and he vowed that whatever universe he was send to, he would somehow surpass the limits of that universe and break into the multiverse to meet his parents again.

The God satisfied that a wish has been granted and a huge casino style wheel appeared at his side. It seemed to have almost infinite number of names of verses on it that somehow fit into it. Looking at it made Mark slightly dizzy.

"A random verse will be chosen by the wheel will depending on where it will land"
He spun the wheel as it turned into a rainbow of colour, slowly slowing down until it stopped at an icon of a ball with a single star on it with a dragons silhouette behind it.

"You have been chosen to reincarnate into the dragon Ball verse as the most significant character with your name, 'Mark'. Your will now be reincarnated in 10 seconds, prepare yourself"

Mark felt ecstatic that he was chosen into dragon Ball universe as it and one piece where his favourite verses with how huge and full of potential their world's were. It also had a huge scope for the power achievable within that universe.

Mark tried to remember any characters with the name Mark in the dragon ball verse but was drawing blanks with all the pressure on his mind. As he felt himself fade into nothingness similar to how he felt when he died, he finally remembered what that name represented.

'I'M GOING TO BE BORN AS FUCKING HERCULE SATAN??!!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!'
That was his last thought as he faded into nothingness.

A guy got reincarnated as the egoistic and over-hyped character that is Hercule satan. Can he live up to his namesake as 'The Champion of the universes'? Read to find out..



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