Milton Graves grew up in his dad's comic book store and eventually took it over. After a fire burned his shop to the ground and smoked him out, Milton awoke to find himself in the middle of the street. Before he could even think, two beautiful women with emerald skin were fighting. He recognized as comic book characters, but they were from different companies. How is this possible?

The MC is a 14 year old Otaku that gets reincarnated after getting hit by Truck-sama while coming back from the comic store, and gets reincarnated. He gets some wishes and a choice for which starter world to go to. join me as we watch his journey unfold : )

This book is on hiatus. I decided that it was to generic and just not good enough. If a lot of people comment that they want me to write this book I will. but otherwise it dropped for all intents and purposes.

The MC is a 14 year old Otaku that gets reincarnated after getting hit by Truck-sama while coming back from the comic store, and gets reincarnated. He gets some wishes and a choice for which starter world to go to. join me as we watch his journey unfold : )

(ALL the people in this book go to there respective creators, I only hold the rights to the main character in my story. Also some of his companions.)

before you read this please go through the comics in 'Mangatoon' and 'webcomics' app, its available in the app store and play store..... cause I used some characters from the comics there
Some of the character is not from the comic and I & my friend own them


Enjoy it

"Oh, Shimi, Where are you from? And what are you reading?"


Chouki met Shimi on the streets. It felt a little weird that Shimi would go outside during the holidays instead of staying home.


"Oh Chouki, I just visited Akabane's comic store and went to buy his comic. Surprisingly I got a poster as a reward for being his first customer or something like that."


Shimi showed his poster to Chouki.


"Let me take a look."


Chouki leaned forward curiously. Although Shimi was in a hurry to get home, he didn't mind a chit-chat with his best friend.


Chouki's eyes widened.


"Wow, is there still any poster left?"


"I think so, but a lot of people might be there already."


Shimi seemed to get a little impatient.


"Ah, okay, then bye Shimi!"


After hearing it, Chouki hurriedly left Shimi and ran to Akabane's store.


It wasn't hard to found the comic store since Chouki knew where Shimi went before.


Not long after he arrived near the store, he saw several figures passing away behind him.


"That's…Sakumo? And, Orochimaru too!?"


Chouki became anxious and immediately quickened his pace.


However…


If it's about speed, Chouki has a disadvantage over his classmates, and he can only see both of them disappear out of his sight.


"Is this buying comics or competitions? Why are there so many people!?" he thought.



 

On the street, he saw another classmate run in the same direction.



 

Sakumo, Orochimaru, Murasaki, and even Ryo himself! They were like competitors that won't fall behind.


"Ahem… Ryo-kun, let's go get Akabane's comic!"


Chouki coughed excitedly.


"Hmph, I didn't go there for comics. Kurama Akabane has dishonored me last time, and I demand a rematch!"


Ryo said angrily while clenching his fist.


But soon, he noticed that it was just a distraction from Chouki to surpass him in an instant.


"Damn it, don't cheat!"


He hurriedly chased him.


Ryo had forgotten his first intention to take revenge on Akabane and only thought of competing with the other to get to the store as soon as possible.


This meaningless competition continued until they reached the store. After Shimi left, Akabane immediately received his second customer.


Unlike the first customer, the second one is someone who has the highest authority in the village.


"Hokage-sama, why are you here too!?"


Akabane was baffled by the fact that the Third Hokage himself became his second customer.


"Hahaha, I grew to like your comic and decided to come and buy one. And also Shinnosuke asks me so."


Hiruzen lighted his cigarette and said with a smile.


"Yeah, very convincing Sarutobi-sensei.."


Akabane complained silently.


As a high-ranking ninja, Hiruzen could arrive faster than his son Shinnosuke.


"Shinnosuke, he umm.. asked me to buy one copy and the poster.."


Akabane who was listening to the Hokage suddenly took notice of some commotion in the distance.


He saw Sakumo was in the lead, followed by Orochimaru, Chouki, and Murasaki. Behind them were also Akabane's classmates who he didn't recognize.


Shimi was the first one to arrive, as he was about to ask Akabane for a copy. He saw the Third Hokage walking out of the store.


"Uhh… Sarutobi-sensei?"


Then, Orochimaru and the other arrived together


Hiruzen paused for a moment, then he lifted his smoke pipe and cleared the way for Sakumo and others to enter.


"Is Sarutobi-sensei here to buy Akabane's comic?"


Orochimaru asked lightly


Hiruzen looked embarrassed, and he didn't know how to reply.


"Do you still want the poster prize Sarutobi-sensei?"



Akabane's clone enjoyed the scene in front of him, he saw how an old man came to the comic store to buy a comic and fight for the prize poster with other children.


 

Hiruzen coughed and said hesitantly, "Of course not. I just came to buy a comic for my son and support Akabane. I.. I'm not… going to take the poster.."


"As expected from the Third Hokage, here is your comic Hokage-sama."


Akabane's clone smiled and gave the comic.


Hiruzen took the comic and left silently.


As a highly respected Hokage, he can't be seen snatching a poster from a bunch of children.


After watching him leave, Orochimaru glanced at Sakumo, then looked back at Akabane. Then he said, "I've managed to save one poster from getting snatched by Hokage-sama. Do I get a reward for it?"


"Of course you can't!"


Sakumo rebukes him.


"Please remain calm… I'll consider the Third Hokage as a special guest, and the next customer must still obey the rules that the first come first to serve."


Akabane's clone said.


Orochimaru nodded silently and said with a disappointed tone, "Well, then that makes me the third customer. "


Orochimaru accepted it without resistance. At least he was in the top three…


Since when did this become a competition?


Chouki coughed a few times before he could argue, but Orochimaru had already stepped forward to get the comic.


"Line up one by one, don't worry, there is plenty for everyone."


If these people make trouble, the store will become very noisy.


As a clone, he can't waste his energy to stop them.


"Huh!? I don't care about any of your rules. Akabane, come out and have a rematch with me!"


Ryo finally arrived and shouted from the front door.


Akabane's clone frowned slightly.


He is a clone after all, but just like the real Akabane, he didn't like trouble, and Ryo Uchiha was indeed a big trouble.


"Akabane, don't pretend you didn't hear me! Come out and fight with me. I didn't prepare well last time, and I wouldn't lose this time!"


Ryo continued to exclaim.


Sakumo and Orochimaru looked back on Ryo.


The two didn't interfere because this was Akabane's store, but if he asks for their help, they will stop him without hesitation.


"What's the matter? I'm here for a rematch, not making trouble!"


Whether Sakumo or Orochimaru, they had the best at combat prowess. Even if Ryo was from the Uchiha Clan, he has no confidence if he has to fight with either of them.


"Um… I don't mind the rematch, but since you've already here, why don't you buy my comic first? I'll treat you the same as the other customer."


Akabane's clone pointed to the comic shelf.


"what?"


Ryo didn't expect this kind of response and didn't know how to reply.


The clone smiled inwardly while Ryo sat on the ground, thinking about his request.


"If I bought your comic, you would fight with me?"


Ryo looked fierce and murderous.


"Yep.."


The clone nodded lightly.


Anyway, he was only a clone, and when the time comes, Akabane himself will have to deal with Ryo.


At this time, Orochimaru and Sakumo had picked their comic and asked for the prize poster.


"Since you both are the top first three, you will get a free medium-size poster, umm… wait, let me see…"


The clone chose what poster was suitable for the duo, then finally gave Sakumo and Orochimaru their prize poster.


Sakumo excitedly took it over.


He had been waiting for it from the first he heard about the prize and rushed as soon as he knew that Akabane's store had opened.


"Come come! Open it now!"


Murasaki ranked fifth, and when he saw Sakumo get the poster, he immediately asked him to show it.


Sakumo planned to open it at home, but since the store has hyped up for a few days now, everyone wants to take a look at everyone's prize.


Ryo looked disdainful, but he couldn't help to also look curiously.


The poster portrayed a masked man leaned against a big tree while reading a book called "Icha-Icha Paradise."


On the lower right, there was his name.


"Kakashi Hatake!"


"This… this is awesome!"


Exclaimed all the children who saw the colored pictures of Kakashi.


"Orochimaru, let us see yours."


Chouki looked at Orochimaru expectantly, but what he got was


"Nope, I'll go back and open it alone."


Orochimaru kept the poster unopened and shook his head.


Hearing this, everyone was disappointed, including Ryo, who couldn't help but felt disappointed too.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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Cover, not mine, found it on net-kun. DM me if the owner wants me to remove it and I will.

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"Oh, Shikato, Where are you from? And what are you reading?"
Chouki met Shikato on the streets. It felt a little weird that Shikato would go outside during the holidays instead of staying home.
"Oi Chouki, I just visited Akabane's comic store and went to buy his comic. Surprisingly I got a poster as a reward for his first costumer or something like that."
Shikato showed his poster to Chouki.
"Let me take a look."
Chouki leaned forward curiously. Although Shikato was in a hurry to get home, he didn't mind a chit-chat with his best friend.
Chouki's eyes widened.
"Wow, is there still any poster left?"
"I think so, but a lot of people might be there already."
Shikato seemed to get a little impatient.
"Ah, okay, then bye Shikato!"
After heard it, Chouki hurriedly left Shikato and ran to Akabane's store.
It wasn't hard to found the comic store since Chouki knew where Shikato went before.
Not long after he arrived near the store, he saw several figures passing away behind him.
"That's...Sakumo? And, Orochimaru too!?"
Chouki became anxious and immediately quickened his pace.
However…
If it's about speed, Chouki has a disadvantage from his classmates, and he can only saw both of them disappeared out of sight.
"Is this buying comics or competitions? Why are there so many people!?"
On the street, he saw another classmate ran in the same direction.
Sakumo, Orochimaru, Murasaki, and even Ryuu himself! They were like competitors that won't fall behind.
"Ahem... Ryuu-kun, let's go get Akabane's comic!"
Chouki coughed excitedly.
"Hmph, I didn't go there for comics. Kurama Akabane has dishonored me last time, and I demand a rematch!"
Ryuu said, angry while clenching his fist.
But soon, he noticed that it just a distraction from Chouki to surpassed him in an instant.
"Damn it, don't cheat!"
He hurriedly chased him.
Ryuu had forgotten his first intention to take revenge on Akabane and only thought of competing with the other to get to the store as soon as possible.
This meaningless competition continues until they reached the store. After Shikato left, Akabane immediately received his second customer.
Unlike the first customer, the second one is someone impressive.
"Sarutobi-sensei, why are you here too!?"
Akabane was baffled by the fact that the Third Hokage himself became his second consumer.
"Hahaha, I grew to like your comic and decided to come and buy one. It's for Shinnosuke if you ask..."
Hiruzen lighted his cigarette and said with a smile.
"Yeah, very convincing Sarutobi-sensei.."
Akabane complained silently.
As a high ranking ninja, Hiruzen could arrive faster than his son Shinnosuke.
"Shinnosuke, he umm.. asked me to buy one copy.."
Hiruzen took a copy and couldn't help but looked shameless.
Akabane took notice of some racket in the distance.
Sakumo was in front, followed by Orochimaru, Chouki, and Murasaki. Behind them was another of Akabane's classmates.
Shikato was the first one to arrive, as he was about to asked Akabane for a copy. He saw the Third Hokage walking out of the store.
"Uhh… Sarutobi-sensei?"
Then, Orochimaru and the other arrived together
Hiruzen paused for a moment, then he lifted his smoke pipe and cleared the way for Sakumo and others to enter.
"Is Sarutobi-sensei came here to buy Akabane's comic?"
Orochimaru sighed lightly
Hiruzen looks confused, and he didn't know how to reply.
"Do you still want the poster prize Sarutobi-sensei?"
 Akabane's clone enjoyed the scene in front of him, saw how an old man came to the comic store to buy a comic and fight for the prize poster with other children.
Hiruzen coughed and said hesitantly, "Of course not. I just came to buy a comic for my son and support Akabane. I.. I'm not... going to take the poster.."
"As expected from the Third Hokage, here is your comic sensei."
Akabane's clone smiled and gave the comic.
Hiruzen took the comic and left silently.
As a highly respected Hokage, he can't be seen snatches a poster in front of his former student.
After watching him leave, Orochimaru glanced at Sakumo, then looked back at Akabane. Then he said, "I've managed to save one poster from getting snatched by Sarutobi-sensei. Do I get a reward for it?"
"Of course not!"
Sakumo glared at him.
"Please remain calm... I'll consider the Third Hokage as a special guess, and the next customer must still obey the rules that the first come first to serve."
Akabane's clone said.
Orochimaru nodded silently and said with a disappointed tone, "Well, then that makes me the third costumer. "
Orochimaru accepted it without resistance. At least he was the top three...
Since when this became a competition?
Chouki coughed a few times before he could argue, but Orochimaru had already stepped forward to get the comic.
"Line up one by one, don't worry, there is plenty for everyone."
If these people make trouble, the store will become very noisy.
As a clone, he can't hold the ground.
"Huh!? I don't care about any of your rules. Akabane, come out and have a rematch with me!"
Ryuu finally arrived and shouted from the front door.
Akabane's clone frowned slightly.
He is a clone after all, but just like the real Akabane, he didn't like trouble, and Ryuu Uchiha was indeed a big trouble.
"Akabane, don't pretend you didn't hear me! Come out and fight with me. I haven't prepared well last time, and I wouldn't lose this time!"
Ryuu continued to exclaim.
Sakumo and Orochimaru looked back on Ryuu.
The two didn't interfere because this was Akabane's store, but if he asks for their help, they will stop him without hesitation.
"What's the matter? I'm here for a rematch, not making trouble!"
Whether Sakumo or Orochimaru, they had the best at combat prowess. Even if Ryuu was from Uchiha Clan, he has no confidence if he has to fight with either of them.
"Um... I don't mind with the rematch, but since you've already here, why don't you buy my comic first? I'll treat you as same as the other costumer."
Akabane's clone pointed to the comic shelf.
"what?"
Ryuu didn't expect this kind of response and didn't know how to reply.
The clone smiled inwardly while Ryuu sat on the ground, thinking about his request.
"If I bought your comic, you would fight with me?"
Ryuu looked fierce and murderous.
"Yep.."
The clone nodded lightly.
Anyway, he was only a clone, and when the time comes, Akabane himself will have to deal with Ryuu.
At this time, Orochimaru and Sakumo had picked their comic and ask for the prize poster.
"Since you both are the top first three, you will get a free medium-size poster, umm… wait, let me see…"
The clone was picky for a while, then finally gave Sakumo and Orochimaru their prize.
Sakumo excitedly took it over.
He has been waiting for it from the first he heard about the prize and rushed as soon as he knew that Akabane's store had opened.
"Come come! Open it now!"
Murasaki ranked fifth, and when he saw Sakumo get the poster, he immediately asked him to show it.
Sakumo planned to open it at home, but since the store has hyped up for a few days now, everyone wants to take a look at everyone's prize.
Ryuu looked disdainful, but couldn't help looking curiously.
The poster portrayed a masked man leaned against a big tree while reading a book called "Icha-Icha Paradise."
On the lower right, there was his name.
"Kakashi Hatake!"
"This... this is awesome!"
In an instant, his eyes widened.
"Orochimaru, let us see yours."
Chouki looked at Orochimaru.
"Nope, I'll go back and open it alone."
Orochimaru kept the poster unopen and shook his head.
Heard this, everyone else was felt disappointed, including Ryuu, who couldn't help but felt disappointed too.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

You can find Abuse of Magic available in print on Amazon and Lulu!  It's also available at a comic book store near my home town called Prairie Dog Comics in Wichita, Kansas.  I'm ordering in some copies with my author discount and signing them for the comic book store to sell, so if you want one signed, they will be there soon!
Be aware, this book is huge!  I was contemplating making it into two books, but that would just be giving the story a disservice, so be aware it's huge!  Any future stories I publish, of that size will be cut into smaller books, just so I don't have this size available again, so get them while they last!

**COMPLETED**
(JOSEPH IS ALMOST SEVEN!  IT’S TIME TO INITIATE ‘HIDDEN SUBROUTINE’.)
William woke confused.  Why would the system say something like that?  He already intended to give his son the system…
In a world filled with corruption and death, a small boy is about to acquire a gift for this important birthday, that will change the entire world.  He will have to persevere through many trials that will change the fate of the entire realm.  Protected from the evils of the world, by the success of his father, Joseph has no idea what he is getting into, but the only way to overcome the trials he will face, is through the abuse of magic!
With the aid of a young girl, that he meets shortly after receiving the system, Joseph learns how horrible the world outside of his protected bubble actually is, and forms a lifelong bond with her, that nothing will ever break.  Through the abuse of magic, they will have to overcome demons and gods, in their quest for Joseph to become the Mage King!
Note: This original story will have daily updates, of a chapter a day.  This is not a standard system story where only the mc has the system.  There is no harem.
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I'm Mathew, Born and raised in Iraq. i had a good family we lived in a town near Bagdad, my Parents worked hard so we would have a secure home and a good life, my siblings went to university, so that they would become Teachers and Doctors so may our parents be proud. And i wanted to be a Police officer because to me they were the Real Heroes back then.

It was on 20th of March 2000 my birthday i turned 17 that day, i got a birthday present, a Marvel comic, my cousin that lived in the States sent it to me after he opened his Comic store in New York. 

I was shocked, i couldn't believe what i was seeing, to me back then that was just too much, all of those Super Powered humans and gods with these God abilities, the first one that i read was about spiderman. About how a normal and rather weak minded boy could become a brave and fearless Hero who stood for Good and justice.

I kept on reading, and saw how at first he wanted to make money out of his Abilities, and of how he was cheated out of it and how the liars got robbed and did nothing to stop it, which to me was well deserved karma. But than how his loved one, Uncle ben ended dying to the greed of the one who he thought was in the "library" but only to end up dead because of a simple action.

"with great power comes great responsibility"

That line was not just the simple words of a dying man but the wisdom of one, and months after months i had my cousin sending me one after the other, The Super Soldier, The Merchant of Death, The Green Monster, hawkeye, Black Widow, X-Men, they all had one thing in common and that was kindness and standing up to the darkness which infested them and their world. 

For 3 years i was hooked. . . Until that fateful day, that ended it all. it was the 20th of March 2003 the start of the war that took my everything, a stray missile landed where we stayed in bagdad. i somehow survived but with a price . . . i couldn't  see or walk ever again, i cried that day, on the graves of my loved ones, my nephews, my brothers, my parents, all gone just like that, all due to a simple mistake.

I was so angry i shouted to God, buddha to whatever divine to take me instead of leaving me to suffer this unbearable agony. i cried to fate "why are you so cruel?".  yet none answered but i guess destiny heard me because only 2 months later before my cousin would come and take me to the states, the hospital i was in ended up bombed for reasons i can not even begin to fathom. 

i got buried alive, they couldn't make it in time to get me out i guess, but it was my hope to die i couldn't live on, i lost everything. but my only regret was i couldn't read Marvel anymore.

 i saw the light it was bright oh so bright, i thought it was the heavenly light i thought i would see his holiness St.Peter.

But it was just a Beautiful Garden with a old and gentle looking women.
And with a gentle and kind smile said.

"Hello Child, you've had rough for a while haven't you"

The thing is i didn't die from a accident. your friendly neighbourhood war took me, i'm from Iraq before my death i had a family a wonderful and loving family. But war took it all away, a stray missile it just took a mistake to end my life and my loved ones. I wasn't mad honestly i figured this day would come, but not this soon. 

I was, excuse me still is a Marvel fan, it kinda helped reading about goodness and justice when your very own nation offered you none.

Now turns out there’s no God, we’ll there is but it’s different and oh the one I saw was not St.Peter nor The Morning Star.

It was the Fucking Universe, and it “offered” me a deal.

I got 7 wishes.



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I'm a new writer english isn't my first language, i haven't done anything like this before. my chapters may be garbage at first but i swear to you i'll keep trying to be better.  

I'm from iraq, i live in Germany i didn't lose my family but i nearly did, i'm christian thats why my family were in danger and Marvel universe is the best thing that happened to me.

Thank you for reading.

As Austen had predicted, Seyla awoke a little over five hours following their conversation in The Cortex, by which time night was fast approaching. She moved gingerly upstairs and into the Dining Hall and found everyone sitting at the laden table, helping themselves to a feast of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, fat sausages, bacon, fries and pudding, each with a different drink in their hands — Austen was a wonderful chef, though he often said that he was nowhere near his mother's level. Malik pulled out the empty chair beside him and Seyla sat down.

"How are you feeling?" Austen asked.

"Fine." Seyla said, though she looked rather pale.

Austen looked unconvinced, but before he could voice his uncertainty, Malik said, "Choice drink? We have lemonade, pumpkin juice, coconut water or you can have a glass of what Austen's having."

"Watch it." Austen said, pulling his glass of red wine away and casting Malik a dark look.

"Don't be stupid." Claire said sharply. She needs something hot, not cold." She disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of chocolate milk. "Here, take this." Seyla drank; heat flushed through her body. She could feel the stiffness of her limbs caused by the cold burning away as she swallowed.

"Better?" Claire asked.

"A lot better." Seyla said, colour returning to her face. "So what did I miss?"

Raul explained briefly; Austen's orders, how he and Malik teamed up to defeat Stronghold and the white rhino, how he took her home and returned for Malik, how they knocked down Ryu and the pale skinned girl, how Metal Maniac and several other heroes showed up, their conversation in the Cortex about Sinistra and finally, Metal Maniac's message — he left out Malik's strange behaviour.

For a moment Seyla said nothing, then she spoke rather softly. "Sinistra, huh?"

"Yeah," Malik said, taking a swig of his carrot juice. She fell silent again. Raul thought that she was now thinking over what he said about Austen.

A few more moments passed, then, when he was sure that she was going to explode on Austen about his ridiculous decision to choose Malik over her, she simply stated that she was feeling chilly again. After several seconds of staring at Seyla in utter disbelief, Raul sped off, knocking over Malik's glass of carrot juice, and returned, clutching a thick fur coat that he threw to Seyla.

"Where did you get that?" Austen asked, his eyebrows raised.

"From a store in the city called 'The Wool-E Mammoth.'" Raul said coldly, refusing to look at Austen. He watched as Seyla, somewhat flustered, put on the coat. Surely she would deal with Austen once she was feeling a bit warmer? To his surprise she simply tucked into the meal, not saying another word or looking even slightly troubled. He gaped, open-mouthed, at Seyla, oblivious to the fact that Malik was staring at him, trying to resist the urge to rip him apart for spilling his drink.

After dinner that evening, Raul went to bed swearing loudly and muttering that girls were the strangest creatures he'd ever seen, while Austen, looking quite unbothered, recommended Seyla stay under dimmed thermopanels that night.

Three days passed and he had still not forgiven Austen for what he had done. He didn't utter a single word to him when he could help it, and when he couldn't, he spoke with venom in his tongue. Austen however, remained quite cheerful and Seyla, to Raul's surprise and annoyance, was still not bursting with fury.

On the fourth day after, Austen had left to collect material he would be acquiring from a mysterious source for the repair of Malik's suit, and Raul began to rant — for the seventh time so far — about what a horrible decision he made and how he didn't care to apologize even once.

"Who does he think he is, honestly? No, better question, who does he think we are? His expendable playthings that he can just toss away whenever it suits him?"

"I'm sure that's not what happened, Raul." Seyla said in a bored voice.

Raul was so furious he couldn't string the words he needed together. How could she, of all people, take his side?

"Right you are, Seyla." Austen said, pushing open the front door and swinging a small black bag. "Though I'm willing to leave him be and let him vent his frustration for as long as he wishes."

"Yeah, only because you're not the one who has to listen to him!" Malik spat.

"Exactly!" He strode over to Malik, pulled a small, flimsy book from the bag and threw it onto Malik's lap.

"What's this?" Malik asked, bewildered.

"Your comic book." Austen said.

"What?" Everyone yelled simultaneously.

Malik grabbed up the book. "'Fist of Providence'?" He repeated incredulously.

Seyla, Raul, Claire, Vernon and Jayden all scrambled up and gathered around him.

Malik skipped through the pages, flipping them so hard he tore one. There on the pages before him, were detailed drawings of his fight with Stronghold, almost exactly as it had happened. Malik punching his face with no effect, him grabbing Malik and throwing him onto the ground, Malik escaping one of Stronghold's next blows narrowly, clutching his chest —

"What is this?" Malik asked.

"I'll get to that," he said, pulling out two more books and throwing them to Seyla and Raul. "There are some for you as well."

The stories depicted in their books ("Queen of The Dark Arts" and "Dash") showed their battles with 0-Zone and the white rhino almost exactly as they happened, as Malik's had done with him and Stronghold.

"What are these?" Seyla asked, repeating Malik's earlier question.

"Comic books, depicting very near perfectly — as I'm sure you've noticed — your various fights at the museum the other day. The authors, rightfully so, seeing as though they don't know much about you, have dubbed you "The Unknowns." The greatest mystery case in Phoenix City's most recent news."

"But —" Malik began, but Austen cut across him.

"Apparently, the author obtained a video of your respective fights between members of The Council and Sinistra, and were so deeply interested by what they saw that they decided to create their own original comic line, "The Unknowns." Quite popular in fact."

"Where did you get these?" Vernon asked, looking at Austen.

"From a comic book store in Tavern City called Rumbanks."

"You went to a comic book store?" Raul asked, so surprised he forgot to be cold and fierce.

"Yes. But not for the comics though." He added quickly, at the shocked looks he was getting. "The owners are relatives. It so happens, that they are the writers."

"You never told us that you had family near here." Malik said curtly.

"Yes. There are indeed a lot of things that we don't tell others, Malik." He gave Malik a significant look; he must have understood what it meant, because he fell silent immediately.

No one said anything, they were all looking at Austen with expressions of confusion and anger.

"Of course, you don't like this idea. I don't either — this type of attention is something that may prove very irksome to us. Unfortunately, I have no current fixes. I cannot go to my cousins in Tavern City and ask them to stop publishing these books, as I'm sure you can understand why. The only solution I can think of right now is simply to try to take off some of the pressure, "lay low" if you will."

"So that means no more going out to save people then?" Malik asked, with a hint of hopefulness.

"No." Austen replied. "It simply means you will be more subtle with your future missions. And look, you can start practicing right now! I have an assignment for you."

"Finally." Claire said, cutting across Malik and Raul's groans of protest. "I've been bored silly sitting here doing nothing. So, where are we going?"

Austen smiled broadly and strode towards the door leading to The Cortex, gesturing to them to follow.

The days of Heroes and Villains are over; Corruption runs where virtue once thrived, and empathy now resides in the minds of the unjust. In a world threatened by otherworldly danger, only 6 unlikely teenagers rise to the occasion. Under the wing of a rogue superhero, they must band together to face an oncoming apocalypse.

Micheal Peterson:
"I have only three shells," I say to myself, thinking it over. "The fire station is overrun, and I only have a shotgun, but if I use it, it'll draw a lot of attention. I need something else to draw them away."
Peeking over at the fire station again, firefighter zombies standing on the outside and inside, I scratch my head.
"Why did I have to die," I scream, grinding my teeth. "Come on! I had so many flares!"
Their annoying cube-shaped heads mocking me, I look around some more. Besides the zombies-infested fire station, there is also the zombies-infested diner, the zombies-infested gas station, and the zombies-infested police station where I was able to find a shotgun and three shells, four if you count the one already loaded.
"Hmm. Maybe, but that's still a risk. Even if I did manage to get away, the zombies won't stay away for very long. Still, I need a melee weapon, something that can hit."
Seeing a fire ax near one of the entrances, I risk it and very silently crawl over to the back of the fire station. Pulling out the pump-action shotgun, I then aim down the sight right at the head of a zombie firefighter.
"Sorry about this," I say, about to click when, all of a sudden, a song stops me. Jumping out of my seat, I follow the music until I find the source: my cell phone.
"What! What! What! What! What! What! What!"
"Hey," Brian answers, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I reply, "Except my friend is calling me while I'm trying to get a weapon from a fire station."
"Playing Unturned again," Brian asks, his 'subtle' chuckle easily being heard.
"I was," I say, looking back at my screen to see a bunch of firefighter zombies and a few chef zombies dine on me. Apparently, when Brian called, I accidentally fired my shotgun, drawing the zombies' attention, and stood completely still as they ate me.
"Sorry about that," Brian starts, "But I was wondering if you could help me with something. I have a job interview in about an hour and I need your help to get me there."
"Why my help?"
"Because you have a car and know the alleyway better than literally anyone else I know. You can probably get me there in half an hour!"
"15 if we speed through red lights and do a few more illegal things we shouldn't," I joke, turning off my computer and heading downstairs. "I'll see you in ten minutes."
"Oh, hey dad," I say, waving at him as I pass on by. "How is everything?"
"Bad," my dad replies, tossing a Los Angeles Times newspaper he was holding down onto the kitchen table. "I can't believe this!"
"Oh," I moan, stopping a foot from the dad. "Is it another Thrill Rider story?"
For anyone wondering, Officer Jonathan Peterson of the Los Angeles Police Department is a tall and humble man, with a strong, unbreakable sense of duties and a moral compass that always points him in the right direction. He also really hates Thrill Rider because to him, Thrill Rider is nothing more than some idiot moron causing more trouble than he thinks. Also because once, when trying to arrest Thrill Rider at a construction site, in order to escape, Thrill Rider had to tackle him into a cement roller. The cement roller tipped over, spilling all over, and Officer Jonatha Peterson fell right into it. The cement dried for the record.
"No," my dad replies, adjusting his police uniform and badge. "It's actually someone worse than that troublemaker."
"Worst than Thrill Rider," I repeat, holding my head. "Wow! What did this guy do?"
"Robbed three banks in the last two weeks."
Picking up the paper, my dad gives it to me. On the front page is a man in a black motorcycle helmet walking out of a bank, with what looks like a submachine gun in his hand!
"What in the world," I ask, lending closer and reading the article.
"The Times is calling him Run-and-Gun," my dad starts. "That's because he's in and out of the banks in less than ten minutes, his backpack filled with cash, and by the time we arrive, he's already on a dirt bike riding away. We tried to catch him but with him firing at us, it makes it almost impossible to get close. He has already gotten away with about a quarter of a million dollars."
"Shoot," I say, lending back after reading. "Any idea who he is?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that son," dad answers. "Anyway, where are you going?"
"To Brian. He needs me for something. Bye, dad."
"Bye son."
Waving bye to my dad, I rush through the front door and into my car.
Brian Wane:
"This is where you needed to go," Micheal asks, his head arching upward as he looks at the massive building in front of us. "The Los Angeles Times building?"
"Yeah," I reply, elbowing Micheal. "Where did you think my job interview was?"
"I was kind of hoping at a comic book store," Micheal replies. "That way, while you talk, I read."
"I don't want a job at a comic book store," I say, walking through the double glass door. Micheal, following after me, I walk to the front desk for direction.
"Why not," Micheal asks after getting the direction.
"Because at a comic book store," I start, "You're not in the loop."
"What?"
"Micheal, I want to be in the loop. I know to know what is going on at all times, what is happening, and what is about to happen. I don't want to not know. For me, ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is just an empty mind."
"In that case, my mind is mostly empty most of the time anyway. So how did you get an interview here?"
"I started a blog about two months ago, and guess who is the center of that blog?"
Pulling out my cell phone, I show it to Micheal.
"Thrill Rider," Micheal screams, grabbing my phone. On the screen is a picture of Thrill Rider, with his batons out and about.
"Hey," I say, pushing him down. "Be quiet, will you? No need to draw a crowd?"
"How did you start this," Micheal asks, "And why?"
"I started this two months ago," I say again, grabbing my phone back. "And I did it because, as I said, I want to be in the loop. I want to know things. I want to know about Thrill Rider. I want to know who he is. Why is he doing this? Is it because of something that happened to him, or it is just because he's, I don't know, a samaritan with a golden heart?"
"Frankly," interrupts a voice from behind us. "I think it's number two. He's a samaritan with a golden heart."
Turning around, I face a woman, only slightly taller than Micheal and me. Dressed in a pale-blue shirt and grey skirt, she offers me a hand.
"Are you Brian Wane," she asks, smiling.
"Yes," I answer, smiling back and shaking her hand. "Yes, I am."
"Awesome. I'm Jane, Mr. Madd's assistant. He asked me to personally greet you and to show you to his office. Follow me please."
Pushing the button, an elevator opens up and both she and Brian step in.
"Oh sorry," she says, stopping Micheal. "He only asks for you. I don't know if you can come or not."
"Oh," Micheal says, puffing a little air into his hair. "It's fine. I'll wait here. See you man, and uh, best of luck."
"Same," I say, shooting Micheal a wave as the doors close.
Micheal Peterson:
"Oh my god," my mind screams as soon as Brian is gone. "Oh my god! What are you doing! What in the world are you doing! You started a blog! About Thrill Rider! About me! Do you know how dangerous this is! People will think we're friends, or allies, or something! Something that could lead to you being visited late at night by guys in masks with guns! Oh my god! Okay. Calm down. Calm down. Take a deep breath. Breathe. Breathe. Don't panic. Just talk him out of it. Just take him out of it. Just talk him--"
"Excuse me," someone asks, tapping my shoulder and making me turn around. "Uh, are you waiting for the elevator? "
"Oh shoot," I say, hitting myself in the head. "Sorry, I'll go now."
"Hello," he says, waving his hand in front of me. "Are you okay? Hello?"
"Ooohhh," my head says, realizing my mind is talking and not me actually. "Bye."
Waving at him, I head for my car.

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