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naoto a normal guy  living in the 2016    doing  usual shit watching   po** and complaint  about   harem and how they not realitic on a knock off comic con  nearby  his house until e  noticed something....

Naoto, a normal guy living in 2016, doing usual shit like watching porn and complaining about how unrealistic harem is in a knock off comic convention near his house; well... that is, until he notices that he is alone in a white room with this one other guy sitting on a chair.

Cover by: Êmɾıöıx#6763 on discord

Emma is a very smart, yet shy little girl. Although she has the freedom most kids dream of, she chooses to mostly stay inside. After her household chores, she enjoys watching all types of shows and movies, but most of all, anime. The characters and storylines are different than regular cartoons. Growing older she continued to grow her love for anime and even began learning Japanese as well as Spanish and French. The other two languages were just because they caught her attention and she had plenty of time to learn them.
Seeing how responsible and mature their daughter is, despite being just a young child they began to give her an allowance twice a month, showing her how to manage a budget. On Emma's  10th birthday, they decided to give her a laptop. Emma was super excited! She now not only didn't have to go to the library so often to check out linguistic books, but she could also look into Cosplaying. Her friends have told her about people of all ages dressing up as their favorite anime or cartoon character and going to different events such as comic cons. Now she had the opportunity to check them out herself while in the comfort of her own home.
Constantly online, downloading, uploading, watching, learning, Emma soaked in every bit of information she could regarding cosplaying and comic con events. She even found out about comic cons that are open to the public in her own town. When she came across her town name in the list of places that hold comic cons, she was in a daze. Thinking back on it her friends did try to bring her to one a while ago, but of course, she refused just like every other time to hang out. Honestly, it is amazing how Nancy and Brittany were able to befriend her and keep their friendship going.
Thinking of her only friends and how they have talked about going to these cosplaying events, as well as seeing videos where people dress as the opposite sex, was slowly stirring something inside of her. Soon after those thoughts, she began spending countless hours searching the best places to purchase cosplaying items, how to do make-up, and even…..even came across a few videos in regards to how to use a chest bind. Her friends were surprised but super excited that their introverted friend finally agreed to hang out with them outside of school. Nancy and Brittany would often be at Emma's house, mostly on weekends, searching and planning what to wear to the comic con events and which events to go to.
Despite her parents constantly working away from home, they still took time out to call her frequently and visit every few months. As Emma grew older her parents still called frequently, but visited less, at least once a year, allowing her more free time for cosplay. Being used to taking care of the house and herself at a young age, she had plenty of time for her studies as well as her hobbies. 
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By the time Emma and her friends began high school, they had been to multiple comic con events. Due to budgeting her allowance money and practicing with her friends, Emma was not only able to purchase high-end costumes and wigs but was able to learn how to act. When she put on her characters' costumes, she would become that character, leaving the shy introvert she is in the shadows of her characters. Even being fluent in different languages helped her since she was able to change her voice or accent when she spoke to match her character. Brittnay and Nancy were amazed though at how different Emma became when she put on her outfits. Each and every character she played came to life.
She had gotten down the tricks of the trade and became the belle of the ball or should I say prince in shining armor as she mostly took on male characters and nailed her character each time. She didn't mind dressing as a female character, but most times female characters' costumes would come with so much extra that needed to be done or nothing at all since the costume would be showing off the whole body, minus the private areas, barely. Plus not only being easier to manage, but dressing as a male would lessen the chance of someone recognizing her, so she thought.

A short romance story.      :-)

***Note from the Author:
Updated "Fox" & added "Fox2" hope Fox2 is worth it for those left in suspense from Fox.  :-)

*Bell Jingle*
The door opens. The comic book store owner looks up and sees a familiar young face. The customer is 6'2", 28 years old, fairly handsome, glasses, black messy hair and blue eyes. 

Store Owner hands a comic book over and says, "Hey Will, I just got the latest marvel comic. I reserved it just for you." 

Will says as he hands Mike the money, "Thanks Gramps, at least one thing is working out today." 

Mike was Will's best friend despite being 10 years older, he was also like a father to Will as Will didn't grow up with a father.

Mike says with a fake angry voice, "Hey I'm not that old I still got a lot of tears left in me." Mike then smirks as he says,"Girl problems again?"

"Ha Ha very funny ", Will sighs as sits on a chair. He glances around and sees no one else inside. The store was fairly big with enough room for both the comic books and about 25 people inside at the same time. 

Mike raises an eyebrow and says, "How are you so bad at getting girls? You're a handsome guy."

"It's not that I'm bad, it's just I can't seem to balance work and my personal life. I'm always on call and I always get called in on my dates. I can't even say no because I'm saving people from the bad guys" , Will says as he leans back on the chair and stares at the ceiling. 

"Well, you could just tell the girls what your job is just say I'm a part of the SWAT team and boom insta-laid" , says Mike. 

"Pffft, I'm not just trying to have sex with girls I'm trying to find my soul mate as cheesy as it sounds", Says Will as he laughs.

Mike then says,"You know you're only guy I know that's not just trying to fuck."

Will says smirking," Guess I'm a one of a kind man then." 

Mike rolls his eyes and says,"Whatever, anyways my wife and I are having a BBQ, you can come if you want"

Will smiles and says,"Of course I'll come."

Mike grunts and says,"I only asked because Mary wanted you to come." Mike stares at a picture of his wife and sighs. Will notices and says,"You know you can't keep blaming yourself for not being able to have kids"

As he says this, a man bursts through the door with a ski mask and a gun pointing at the store owner. 

The robber voice shaking as he says"HA-HANDS UP AND GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!"

Mike terrified as he says "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT no one needs to get hurt so just lower the gun down."

Will stands up and says calmly with hands raised,"Well which is it hands up or give you all his money?" 

The robber turns around embarrassed and yells , "S-SHUT UP AND GIVE ME YOUR WALLET TOO!" 

Will proceeds to slowly grab his wallet at that moment, the door opens with another customer walking in on the situation surprised.  The robber looks over and as he does that Will rushes up to grab the gun and tries to punch the robber. 

The robber doesn't realize it until Will was fairly close to the him. He tries to shoot the gun but Will grabs the hand and points it upward.

*BANG*

The customer eyes widened runs out the store screaming while Mike tries to rush over and help Will. 

Will, not wanting Mike to get hurt, yells as he is wrestling the man,"No, just call the cops!" The robber getting desperate as he realizes he's gonna get caught mustered up all the strength left in his body and got free for a second enough to aim the gun at Will and shoots him in the right side of the chest. Will grunts in pain and with the adrenaline kicking in he grabs the hand holding the gun up and hits the man until repeatedly until he became unconscious. 

Will then falls to the floor bleeding out, Mike rushes over and takes off his shirt trying to pressure on the wound. Mike crying as he yells,"WILL! Don't die on me!" 

As Will was coughing up blood, Will says weakly,"at least you're safe." 

Mike rambles on crying,"c'mon man don't do this to me. You're like the son I could never have! Don't do this me and my wife!"

Will coughs up more blood and says,"Just... lie". Will starts to close his eyes and Mike yells,"NOOO! Don't close your eyes open them!" Will smiles as he finally closes his eyes for the last time. 

Mike cries out loud feeling as if his heart is ripped out of his chest. 

Sirens could be heard coming closer to the store.













Man gets reborn in twilight with three powers

"Rumors said that the reason this comic con is complementary is that it was held for 'The Sword Saga,'" Chiba Shiori's tone was full of admiration. "I wish that my light novels would be as influential as this."
This was every novelist's dream, especially for the new ones. Their novels being adapted into manga and animations, all of these were like reaching the pinnacle of their lives. Although Chiba Shiori was interested in the other side of the world, writing light novels was one of her hobbies too.
If her novels were being adapted as manga or being animated as an anime, she would be stoked.
As she was speaking, Chiba Shiori suddenly was not able to walk anymore.
Or to be more specific… it was not that she was not able to walk, it was Kimura Kazuki who was dragged by Chiba Shiori that stopped walking. Kimura Kazuki recalled something right before walking around aimlessly while being dragged around by Chiba Shiori.
But since Kimura Kazuki stood still, with zero intention to move at all, by just relying on Chiba Shiori's strength, naturally, she would not be able to drag Kimura Kazuki around.
"What's wrong?" Chiba Shiori looked at the direction Kimura Kazuki was staring in. It was a huge exhibition stage, and above the exhibition stage was a banner. She read silently, "Peak Kendo Showdown..."
Before she was able to finish reading the whole text, she saw Kimura Kazuki walk directly toward the stage. Chiba Shiori quickly followed suit.
Once they were there, the two saw two youngsters in kendo uniforms battling each other. The sound produced from the impact of the bamboo swords hitting each other was pleasant to the ear.
"… I can't believe that I'd be able to watch a kendo showdown in a comic con." Chiba Shiori's face was full of surprise. Although she had not been to many comic cons, all in all, this was the first time there was a kendo competition held in a comic con. She had to admit that the event planners' ideas were excellent. The competition was eye-catching.
This point could be further proven by the size of the audience on the spot. There were at least two to three hundred people gathered below the exhibition stage… and due to a large number of people gathered, more people were attracted to the scene.
Kimura Kazuki observed the two competitors on stage. In precisely 10 seconds of observation, he was able to tell that one competitor had a firm foundation in kendo while the other competitor was a complete beginner, or could not even be qualified as a beginner.
This was because the pace of the whole battle was being controlled by Ono Nakamura… The name Ono Nakamura was what he heard from the two ladies in front of him gossiping excitedly.
"Shiori-chan... you're here too."
As Chiba Shiori and Kimura Kazuki were walking to the stage, Kucha, who was not far from them, was greeting while walking toward them at the same time. She briefly glanced at them and laughed, "I knew Koko will be coming here too."
"How can I be absent when there's a kendo competition!" Koko was a light novelist in his thirties. His novels were usually related to kendo, hence he came over here when he saw the competition.
Clearly, he was not the only one. Many that joined the exhibition from the [Light Novel Room] were attracted to the commotion.
As members from the [Light Novel Room] were gathering toward the stage, Kimura Kazuki glanced at Chiba Shiori, and coincidently, Chiba Shiori looked at him too. But before she could say anything, Kimura Kazuki passed her the Sun and Moon Sword in his hand.
"Help me take good care of this."
Kimura Kazuki had obtained some information from the man standing in front regarding the situation; if he wants to participate in the competition, he has to register. After registration, the participants would be given a set of kendo uniforms and a bamboo sword… In other words, the Sun and Moon Sword was not needed for the competition.
"Sure." Chiba Shiori smiled. Based on how Kimura Kazuki inquired about the competition that she saw, she knew he wanted to participate in the competition. But based on her impression of him, Kimura Kazuki was not the kind of person that likes to show off his skills in public, let alone battle with another competitor with his kendo skills in front of hundreds of people.
She took a glance and saw the banner at the exhibition stage, "Could it be…"
Chiba Shiori suddenly understood and took over the Sun and Moon Sword, holding it tightly. She had seen how magical the sword was, so naturally, she could not lose the sword. If Kimura Kazuki would personally ask her to keep the Sun and Moon Sword, it was a kind of trust he had for her.
Seeing Kimura Kazuki leaving and walking toward the stage, some were shocked. Many were able to make sense out of it, Kimura Kazuki wants to register for the competition?
The middle-aged Koko was even more in shock, he did not need to understand the situation. The moment he saw Ono Nakamura's face, he immediately recognized him.
Ono Nakamura, who placed eighth in the teenage category of the Asahi Kendo Competition!
Although it was the eighth place, the worth of the Asahi Kendo Competition in the eyes of insiders was the highest in the whole of Japan. It was just that not many knew about the Asahi Kendo Competition. That competition did not broadcast its competition live unless some people took an effort to get to know the whole thing, they would not even know the existence of this competition. Furthermore, to watch the Asahi Kendo Competition, that person had to be led by someone familiar with the competition. 
Since the Asahi Kendo Competition was a competition held by the eight major Japanese families to ensure that the techniques of kendo would not be stuck in a rut, usually, the competitors would be the members of the families. There were many Japanese Kendo schools since then until now, but the ones that managed to pass on from generations till today were the strong ones.
Ono Nakamura was a member of the Ono Family, the technique he practiced was the Ono's One Knife Stroke.
Hence he knew that this competition held on the exhibition stage was merely a show… he was at least qualified as an expert. He was able to tell that the competitor who fought with Ono Nakamura did not know anything about kendo, and most probably had practiced like a play beforehand.
As for Kimura Kazuki, he had never heard of him… Although it was true that there were masters among the folks, but by taking a look at Kimura Kazuki, it was evident that he was a high schooler. Although he did not have any expectations for Kimura Kazuki, he did not say anything about it.
The people from the [Light Novel Room] thought the same way too, most of them did not have high expectations for Kimura Kazuki. Usually, the outcome of Kendo competitions like these had been prearranged. Those who came to comic con would know that some of these activities had already arranged its outcome. The champion would typically be an expert in that field. If the champion knew nothing about kendo, then anyone could go up and win that 150,000 yen.
Kucha, who was standing next to Chiba Shiori, asked, "Shiori-chan, is he proficient in kendo?"
Chiba Shiori did not answer the question directly. Instead, she answered it with a smile while hugging the Sun and Moon Sword, "I believe in him." The male teenagers around them from the [Light Novel Room] heard what she said and felt a twinge of jealousy, secretly hoping that Kimura Kazuki would embarrass himself on the stage later.
"You want to register for the competition?" Muraoka Hiroshi glanced at Kimura Kazuki's youthful face, ridiculing him in his heart. He could not believe that some teenagers would actually want to participate in the competition. Truth be told, he did not expect anyone to come and register; the booth he set up for registration was just a decoration for the passers-by.
For those who were on stage, they were the ones he had invited beforehand. Because he knew that most people who came for comic con were usually otaku, they would much rather spend their time watching the match instead of actually participating in the competition.
Many otakus did not like having attention to themselves, because that would leave them feeling a strong sense of embarrassment. Physical fitness was not kept. Not to mention laziness, which made it almost impossible for many otakus to practice kendo. 
Hence, this competition was a fraud from the beginning. 
This was also the reason why Ono Nakamura strongly objected to this competition, it was not only a fraud, but it also required him to fight his competitors like a legitimate match. If Muraoka Hiroshi were not his brother-in-law, he would have left without a second thought.
"That's right, I want to register," Kimura Kazuki said with complete seriousness. He looked at the banner and asked, "150,000 yen, will they be awarded to be as soon as I win?"
"Of course, as long as you win, I'll give you the prize straight away on stage in front of all the audience." Although Muraoka Hiroshi was laughing internally, he looked dead serious on the outside. He then continued, "I'll ask the crew to bring you to the changing room for a change of clothes. You'll be the next competitor after this match."
"Alright."


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Eva and Topaz worked like this for months, only talking about character designs and how to proceed with the launch date the site requested. They didn't exactly see eye to eye on a lot of things and butted heads frequently. 
That was the problem when two creative people worked together. Different minds had different ideas and expectations. Getting those things to mesh together into a single product could be tricky. 
Topaz became less hostile once Eva approved her background designs without a single complaint. Sometimes they even got sidetracked talking about things not directly pertaining to the comic. 
One day they got into a debate about the best kind of male lead. The one in her novel was a cold and gloomy person around everyone but the female lead. She had always found that sort of thing romantic but Topaz disagreed. 
Eva ended up teasing her about having a crush because of her vehemence about which kind of man was best. The last thing she expected was to hear that she had gotten married to someone she didn't even know. 
Topaz didn't give many details about the situation, which drove her crazy. Hello! She was living out an actual romance comic here! Her single-since-birth soul needed details!
Her curiosity about the kind of person the artist was skyrocketed after that. Who on earth would propose to an entire bar full of strangers? She was a bit worried about her too. What if her husband was a total wacko? 
But as the weeks passed and Topaz continued working on the comic like usual her worry lessened. After that conversation Eva felt like they had taken a step closer to becoming friends so she started messaging her more often simply to chat. 
Most of the time she got ignored but eventually Topaz responded by sending a picture of a mani/pedi and saying it was because her husband gave her $100 and told her to get her nails done. That sounded an awful lot like sugar baby territory and she couldn't stop herself from saying so. 
Topaz said that wasn't possible because they hadn't even kissed, sparking another discussion about her strange relationship with the man she called Citrine. Based on everything her online friend said, the man was obviously deeply in love with her and didn't want to scare her off. 
But she refused to believe it, saying she was simply a substitute for his first love. Eva didn't buy that at all. Men didn't act that way. 
She had never had a steady boyfriend but she had been on an awful lot of terrible dates. Every guy she had ever encountered wanted something from her that she wasn't willing to give without emotional commitment. 
Citrine demanded neither physical affection nor emotional commitment. He was willing to provide for Topaz without demanding anything in return but her presence. That went against everything she knew about the male species. 
This guy had to be deeply in love with her but she refused to believe it. Eva shook her head at the woman's density but there was nothing she could do. Topaz didn't reply to any more of her messages until she got back from her vacation with her husband. 
It was obvious she would have fallen for the guy eventually with how much spoiling was going on so hearing Topaz had a crush on her husband wasn't surprising. Citrine still seemed more like a mythical unicorn than a man but Eva was happy for her friend. 
Happy and jealous. Why did all the good things happen to other women? When was she going to get the chance to properly be in love? 
Maybe she would be stuck alone with her fictional characters and celebrity crushes forever. She could always do what Topaz did and propose to a bar full of strangers in Las Vegas too but chances are she would probably end up murdered in a back alley somewhere. 
It was a miracle that she hadn't ended up with a psycho. Totally romance comic plot armor. Topaz must have been born under a lucky star. 
Eva managed to mostly put the artist's romance out of mind as she continued the mindless drudgery of her daily life and started a new novel. Until some of the writing site's staff reached out to her about participating in a convention in Florida. 
She lived in Georgia, less than eight hours away by car. They would pay her for her time and provide all of the accommodations. That was an offer she couldn't refuse—she had vacation time saved up and wanted to go to Disney World and Universal Studios while she was down there. 
The problem was that they wanted Topaz as well and getting her to cooperate wouldn't be easy. She had no idea where the woman lived other than that it was somewhere in the Mountain Time Zone. 
It would be so much fun if they could actually meet up and spend time together but she still hadn't figured out how to ask when Topaz dropped the bomb that Citrine was actually her first love. Eva honestly didn't know how to respond. 
That conversation was short and unfulfilling. She had the impression her online friend was hiding all of the details that actually mattered. That only made her want to meet the woman in person even more. 
Getting the truth out of her might be easier face to face. She kept her responses limited and didn't push for further information because that usually annoyed Topaz and made her stop replying. 
It was surprising that she agreed to come to the convention but Eva was thrilled. She couldn't wait to meet this mysterious artist and find out more about the crazy life she lived! 
Unfortunately, the convention was still over a month away. And Topaz wouldn't exactly have time to talk with all the line art she had to complete on short notice now. How annoying. 
She sighed, wishing she had a clingy significant other who wanted cuddles while they were sick. That honestly sounded so cute. What she wouldn't give to have someone who loved her that much. 
To distract herself from her depressing singleness she pulled out John Abramson's book on the Bay Area Blade. Eva had gotten her bachelor's degree in psychology hoping to go on to become a criminologist but grad school had seemed too daunting at the time so she ended up working in the call center instead. 
She made a decent living from her novels but knew she would never have time for them if she went back to school now. Maybe someday she would have the time to change careers but in the meantime reading about criminal psychology would have to suffice.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

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Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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

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

I'm driving down park lawn avenue like any other day , listening to Centuries by fall out boys , its my jam . let's me feel like my life has meaning , so just in my car singing out loud the lyrics to the song , when my phone got a text I just couldn't move . right in front my eyes was an announcement being advertised by the author of Naruto ,Shit ! 

At New York Comic con we will be giving away the only copy of the hidden cloud gaiden .to win just be in the first 10 in line and you have chance to get this book .

I stated hyperventilating , oh god thank you , please let me get that book ,if I do god I might go to church this Sunday . if you don't know about this book let me tell you , its a book written by the author of Naruto it depicts the life of several known and unknown characters in the village hidden in the cloud . the novel was suppose to get an adaptation but because the books main characters are black no anime adaptation was made . if you watch Naruto you would know the village hidden in the leaf is the strongest but I disagree .In my honest Opinion the Cloud village is better but little is known about the hidden cloud but this book will reveal it all .So I have to get it ,comic con begins in 6 hrs , so I check my watch ,after making up my mind I made the most logical choice not head to work and drive to comic con to get my baby . 

After 3 hrs of driving, I'm there with no time to loose , I ran to the Naruto booth. By some miracle I'm there before 10 slots are given away , got my tag number from the Asian looking security guy ,wow I'm 9th ! I almost missed out a place ,I just stood to the side and waited . this skinny guy runs up next he got the 10th position from what I could see. so many came after slim Jim to get numbers but they where all depressed when they weren't in the top 10 . well its there lost .

So I'm there waiting for another hour or so when the booth finally opens ups , after some other stuff regarding the Manga . All 10 of us are been called up on the stage , where each to pick from a box ,each box has a gaiden in it , so I got selected first . I went up choose from the box , ah well just say boi here lucky , I got it , is all that went threw my mind everything else was mute .then it happen. I looked around to see the slim guy i saw before pissed as hell before I could even celebrate , I saw this white boy  pulling out a gun from his waist , shit just got real .

He pointed the gun my way ,saying crap about "that's mind you thief hand it over ,"

 He was crazy , I swear that's why I don't have  friends or go out in public too much stuff always be happening . I was drag back to severity of the matter when I heard a gun shoot was fired in my direction .

 I may love this book but not as much I love my life , I was ready to trough the book to him when crazy boi pulled the trigger again , it hurt so bad.

I was shoot in my stomach the book fell to the ground from my hand and I fell down on it .I heard foot steps heading my way , I looked up with what little strength I had a asked for help . but with my vision  getting blurry I could barely see anything, from what could hear police came and arrested slim Jim . classic privileged , so he goes to jail and I die on the floor just for winning a contest ,

Time of death 4:30 pm . death is silent . I could see all that was happening all around me but couldn't interact with anyone , the day at my funeral I looked peaceful in my casket ,  everyone was coming up with condolences , but what surprise the hell out of me is that the author of Naruto came , he walk to my casket and place some thing on my corpse , the shit I was killed over was placed on body . I finally feel at peace. my soul is moving on ah time for me to leave this world .

This a fan fiction novel it is about a ordinary guy from Brooklyn NY . So he ends up dead and transfered into the Naruto universe , he is born into the Hidden cloud , read a find out how his story affects and evolves the Naruto mythology .

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