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.


Zhang Zian quickly went downstairs and planned to visit Sun Xiaomeng's clinic to see what she was doing. He also wanted to refresh himself by taking a walk outside, now that his brain had been filled with endless English letters.
Passing the checkout counter, he casually said, "I'm going out. I'll be back in a minute."
When he spoke, he didn't look at Lu Yiyun because she was always immersed in painting when there weren't any customers in the store.
As he walked past the checkout counter, he suddenly felt a strange look come from behind him, and he stopped walking to look back at Lu Yiyun.
She was staring at his butt.
"Is there a stain on my trousers?" Zhang Zian patted his behind, wondering if the chair he had sat on up on the second floor was dirty and had stained his pants.
"No, no! Nothing! Nothing!" Panicked, Lu Yiyun came back to senses and hid her head into her digital drawing board, pretending to draw.
Zhang Zian thought her expression was off, but he couldn't tell why. Having no time to think about this issue, he rushed out the door.
After he left, Lu Yiyun patted her chest and felt relieved. 
"He almost found out," she muttered to herself, now that she was alone in the store.
"Quack! What did he find out?"
A voice suddenly sounded from above her head.
"Ah!" She screamed and looked up. It turned out that the talking grey parrot had landed on the shelf above her head and was staring at her painting on the computer screen.
On the screen, she had drawn a handsome young man. The style of the young man was like the common heartthrob from Japanese manga, but the outline of his face resembled Zhang Zian's to some extent. 
The young man in the painting was handsome indeed, but for some reason, he seemed to look a little gay.
"No... nothing..." Lu Yiyun couldn't help but want to conceal her intentions, even if the one who asked her a question was just a bird.
"Quack! What a handsome guy. Yiyun, is he your dream lover?" Richard flew to the desk, looking closer at the character sketch on the screen. 
"No, he's the protagonist of my comic," she replied.
"The protagonist of a comic..." Richard squinted and opened its beak, revealing a narrow arc. "What's his name?"
"Well, I haven't thought about that yet."
Lu Yiyun was so bad at naming her characters. Every time she needed to name a character in her comic book, she would have to search for names desperately on the internet.
"Quack! In that case, I think I can tell you a good name." Richard's smile carried a dangerous implication. "Would you like to hear it?"
She nodded. "What's the name?"
Richard solemnly said, "Nowadays, everything is in line with international standards, especially comics. Because comics are image-based and only have a small number of words, they're easier to understand for people of different languages."
Lu Yiyun gaped in surprise. She thought that this gray parrot was intelligent and its words were making a lot sense, so she listened to it more attentively. This was indeed the case with comics. By simply translating the dialogue between characters, a Japanese manga could be easily understood by Chinese, American, and German readers, and vice versa.
Seeing her falling into its trap, Richard continued. "Now, there are many people who come to China to study and travel. For instance, the exchange student Masanori Suzuhara who was here a few days ago. If you want to make your comic's audience bigger, you should give a Chinese-Western name to the protagonist, so that the readers abroad can better immerse themselves in the story." 
Lu Yiyun nodded vigorously. "What would be a better name then?"
Richard was about to reveal its real intentions. It excitedly fluttered its wings and cried, "Quack! How about Billy Zhang?" (Translator's note: Billy Herrington is an American pornographic film actor.)
Billy Zhang?
Lu Yiyun thought that this name sounded a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it from.
"Oh? How do you know his last name is Zhang?"
She suddenly realized that she'd never told Richard that she planned on using the last name Zhang for the protagonist. How did Richard figure it out?
"Quack! Don't mind the minor details!" Richard carefully observed the styling of the young man, shook its head, and changed the subject. "This styling isn't going to work."
"Why? What's wrong with it?" Lu Yiyun felt a little upset from Richard rejecting her design.
Richard raised one wing and pointed at the screen, "You've done a good job with painting, but this style is too Japanese and slender, which is really common on the internet, but isn't easily recognizable."
Lu Yiyun stared thoughtfully at the screen and re-examined her sketch objectively. Indeed, as the grey parrot said, the protagonist's styling was handsome, and had been painstakingly designed by her. However, this Japanese girly styling was extremely rampant on the internet, and her design was simply more elegant than others, but it had no distinctive features to make it recognizable. 
"Then, what styling would be better?" she humbly asked for advice.
Her mind was immersed in the comic world and she'd forgotten that she was talking to a parrot. Since she often talked to her cat Jasmine at home, Zhang Zian often talked with the cats, dogs, and parrots in the pet shop, and Little Celery often talked with the hamster and lop-eared rabbit, she didn't feel like talking to animals was unusual. 
Richard rolled its black eyes and said slyly, "Why not paint him as a muscular guy? A muscular guy with a good-looking face? What do you think?"
Lu Yiyun immeditaely became inspired!
Right! Another identity of Zhang Zian's was a prestigious Master of Wing Chun Kung Fu. She heard that he practiced boxing almost every day. Under his ordinary clothes, he definitely had huge hidden muscles!
With the protagonist's beautiful face and over-developed muscles, he could rip his shirt apart from time to time. The contradiction in his looks and personality would easily leave a lasting impression on the readers!
As for why the protagonist would have to tear up his clothes in a pet shop, Lu Yiyun figured that she could worry about it later.
Her thoughts were occupied with images of an attractive and muscular guy ripping up his clothes and she'd forgotten to focus on why the gray parrot had come up with this idea in the first place.
"It seems very reasonable," she said nodding. "Thank you."
Even though this meant that she had to recreate the protagonist, she felt like it was worth it.
"Quack! You're welcome. If you have any issues, feel free to ask me for help." Having successfully gotten revenge on Zhang Zian, Richard happily fluttered its wings and flew away. "Well, I'll leave you to it."
It landed on the shelf above the doorway. "Just concentrate on drawing and don't worry about anything else. If that idiot Zhang Zian returns, I'll let you know."
"Uh-huh."
Lu Yiyun gratefully picked up her pencil and started working on the protagonist's design. Without her realizing, the decision between no couples or boy love for her comic had also faded from her mind.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

I stared at the digital clock on the bedside table glowing with numbers 02.30, then at the ceiling of my room in turn. I felt the tiredness in my chest, in how I breathed and my thoughts dragged by in slow motion, slunk to a quiet spot and curled up. I found it hard to sleep, it's between anxious or concerning about things. I wait for Vivi patiently, hope that I could find the answer soon. She will be home by tomorrow noon and promise will come by soon after she departed. I changed my laying position, still can't believe I cheated from Jason after we engaged. That's the most disturbing past in my head. I thought it would be a beautiful mystery, but it turns out scaring me a lot. I scrunched my eyes tight and turned my body to scream in the pillow. Tears dropping, I can't believe I betrayed Jason. Karma exist, huh? I am eating my own shits right now. I rolled over and looking straight to the ceiling of my bedroom. 
"Jason" I lifted my hands up catching the shadowy streetlights from my uncovered window. "I am so sorry" I said as my tears flowing down my cheeks, I can't believe I did that to him. I changed my laying position again, now facing the window, that's when I heard my phone beeped. I stretched my arm to reach my phone, Andrea's text popping up.
"Are you doing good?"
I sniffed a smile, I don't know I was between happy or sad or hate. 
"I'm fine" I texted back
He quick replied "Don't lie"
"I know how it feels, Ani. Really.. but you just don't know the complete answer" he texted again.
"What complete answer?" I asked.
"It might hurt your head so badly if I did, cause I wasn't allow to bring that memories back that quick"
What does he mean? Amnesia didn't work that way.
"What the heck" I replied.
"Just trust me.. you need Vivi soon for that"
"I'm sorry" he added.
I clicked my tongue, didn't reply him anymore. I was either mad or in love with him. I don't know the reason for sure but I will find out soon. I hope Vivi will cooperate, so I don't need to struggle too much.
 
                                                          ***
 
TING TONG TING TONG TING TONG
"YES" I yelled, I took a glimpse of my glowing digital clock, it's 9.17. Vivi is finally here! 
I clicked the door open and say "Damn you gurl, I've been waiting for you like h…"
Andrea stood there smiling, I thought it was Vivi at first. My smile slowly fade away "What happen Andrea?" but my heart hurts so bad. It's between hurt and sad.
"Have you had your breakfast?" he asked. 
I adjust my cardigan, shaking my head. "No" I replied and looked away. 
His smile faded away slowly. 
"Just come in" I said and step aside. 
"No.." he sniffed a smile, masking his own depressions.
He tried to smile again, "I was just came by to drop you a breakfast"
That's when I feel my heart fluttered, is that so?
I lifted my head looking at him, my eyes locked on his face.
"Eat well" he lifted the plastic of something for me. 
I give him a smile, a stiff smile, accepting his breakfast. I don't know what does he buy me, all I can see is white plastic and a Styrofoam box inside. 
"Bye.. gotta go" he said and wave his hand, I saw his back went farther then he turned back just to remind me "Lock your door". I waved back at him, I don't even got the time to thank him. 
I turned my head and startled by a tall and thin figure, "WHOA!"
"VIVI! YOU SCARED ME TO HELL!!" I yelled.
Vivi fold her arms on her chest, giggling "dating too much, you don't even realize when I stepped in"
"but how could, you.."
She shrugged her shoulders,
"Now what"
I clicked the door locked and step inside, put the breakfast on the countertop and leaned my body on the sofa.
"I remember my past things.." I said as I looked away, feeling not so ready all of sudden. Vivi sniffed a smile, "I know it gonna happen" she mumbled, like whispering but not really a whisper cause I can hear it clearly. But she didn't look concern or disturbing at all. 
My eyes popped up wide, "What do you mean?"
"Since you two reunited" 
"What so important about that? Right now I want to ask you a lot of questions"
She stays steady "Then ask""Did I really cheating on Jason?"
Vivi threw her gaze away, "Look, Alana.. You are going to regret this"
"You two seems to be destined. But I don't recommend you to dig out your worst past you had" she said with a shrug.
"But I must know!"
"If you want to live in peace, this is the best for you"
I rolled my eyes, "There's no use for me to live this life without the truth"
"Truth hurts, Ana"
"But I don't care, Vivi"
She exhales a harsh breath, "Ana, the truth will never bring you peace. Believe me you won't like it at all"
I clicked my tongue and say, "If my past is only me having an affair with Andrea, I think that's not a big problem"
"Ana, you are god damn stubborn"
I rolled my eyes and moaned again, "Vivi, there's no peace if I live this life like this. It haunts me!"
"Okay" she stood straight, "Now, promise me"
I stared at her, demanding answers. 
"Promise me not to make the same mistake again" 
The same mistake? Why Vivi and Andrea keep talking about the same mistake I made?
"If you want to know the truth, go on. Find it yourself, cause we can't help you" 
And this is what I hate of, why don't they just tell me what happen, and done. Mission accomplished.
I rolled my eyes again, until I got my eyes tired. "Why you both keep saying that things? Isn't that easier for you guys to tell me directly? Then it wouldn't take too much time for me wandering around"
"Ana, oh my god. You are really stubborn!" 
"We have no choice, Ana!" she raised her voice. 
"Then what was actually happening to me? If I got amnesia then tell me the truth and I will remember"
She clicked her tongue and say "It wasn't that simple, Ana"
"You gotta trust me" she added, this time she looks kinda pissed off. 
"Okay..okay" I gave up. She won't tell me anything though, there's no use for me to force her. Should I call Jason?
"Don't call Jason" she added, damn she read my mind. 
"Don't ever call him. It is going to be a big disaster" she stated. 
"Why?" I insist. 
"If you call Jason, then you will hurt yourself. Jason is kinda sensitive about it" 
"Vivi" I said, now I sit on the sofa, I tap the sofa to let her seated. She followed my lead and sit beside me.
"Then tell me what happen, when Jason found me cheating"
Vivi blew a harsh breath, holding my hands, I can feel her warm palms. Now she looks worry, "Alana. That time when you cheated…." she closed her eyes, like such a horrible ghost story to tell. Vivi seemed concern all of sudden, I can feel it. 
"He was not angry. But he was so sad, I even blamed you that time" she replied, "And when I know you cheated, I was so disappointed" she admitted. "I didn't know how to react, I know you were wrong. But besides that, you are like sisters to me. So I tried so hard to persuade you, to leave Andrea instead"
"Then?"
"Then…you did. But things happen" 
"Things happen?" I repeated. I quirked an eyebrow looking at Vivi's frowning in depression all of sudden. 
"That was the worst moment in our life, Ana" she added. 
"Now, eat your fucking breakfast and take a rest. I am done talking and will head back to my office" she stood up, adjusting her skirt. 
"Wait" I hold her hand. 
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes.. don't be a clingy puppy" she looked at me in disgust.
"Bye" she added and rushed out, "Lock the door". 
I leaned my head on the sofa facing the ceiling of the room, my heart filled with love, a past love. But somehow it hurts me a lot when I know I cheated on Jason. It's awful. I close my eyes and suddenly I feel sleepy. 
 
It's an empty white room something, but I see no wall no ceiling no floors. Like nothing in this place. I turned my body, looking behind me and saw a woman with ponytail hair, a greasy ponytail, wearing old school dress walking towards me, it's so familiar. I walked towards her and we became closer and closer. "Mom?" 
I know it's mom, I run towards her but she became farther and farther, I clearly saw her walking towards me I have no idea why she became farther and farther. 
"MOM!!" I yelled again, "MOM COME BACK!!" I desperately run and fell to the ground, but then I saw the car crash under me, the cliff without tall fence. 
 
I woke up abruptly, gasping for breaths, then I walked to the kitchen and gulp a glass of water. Cold sweat rushing from my head, it soaked my back wet. "What was that?" I said between my breaths, still can't believe what I saw in my dreams. 
Crashing, crashing. 
Then I rushed to my room, turn the computer on quickly and type. 
CRASH ON THE CLIFF IN MEDAN
A woman (22) crashed her car from the cliff. The information is now confidential. 
Date : 20th June 2018
 
I feel cold and sweaty, my skin turns gray. I feel weak all of sudden but in rapid pulse, my breathing is irregular and I feel dizziness in my head. 
I engaged in January 2018, went to S.E.A. with Andrea in March, then I got car crash accident in June. That year is the worst. 
I remember I took all my diary and stuffs from Jason house, which I left it alone in the empty room. I rose from my chair and rushed to the empty room, rummaging the boxes with books and else. 
Year Book, Year Book, Year Book. 
My Photo Albums with my friends and my family.
My old drawings. 
My comic books. 
But there's nothing like diary.
Who is behind this? How can they keep the evidence so tight until I didn't realize I have a dark past like that? I remember so well I wrote diary before I got married. I stood up to check the full box with a lot of comic books inside, then I came up into a photo album. It is my engagement photo album with the title:
"Engagement Year 2018. Jason & Alana"
I sit cross –legged and put the album above them. I flip the cover and found the pictures of me and Jason hugging, kissing on the cheek and my heart hurts so bad. I was wearing a white mermaid dress designed by a famous designer from Jakarta. Jason was wearing a white suit that suited to my dress. I smile happily in the picture, saw my hair was still short and tied in braids. How can I cheat if I do look happy like that?
I flip the other pages and the other and the other again. Then I saw Andrea's picture talking with Vivi, Vivi looks delighted, like he has a really funny jokes to tell. Then the other picture is me, making peace sign to the camera. The other is me and Vivi, Andrea peeps his head between us. 
Then I flip and flip the other pages. 
My whole world spinning like tornado when I saw the picture of my mom hugging me tight, laughing happily….

-New York City, New York.


~Origins


"Fuck!" The thug hissed before he tossed the useless contents of the backpack on the ground.


"Another poor bastard! He barely had shit on him." He bemoaned.


"We missed the quota again."


"Stein going to be pissed, "the second thug replied.


"Fuck Stein! He can take this quota and shove it."


He groaned at his partner's admission but decided to change the subject. "Hey, how about that blonde from earlier? She sure was fun, man." He exclaimed.


His partner grabbed his crouch. "Hell yeah! I'm glad we got to fuck her. Stein would have held her for himself."


"Exactly why we didn't inform him." He began shuffling through the thrown away book-bag of the teenager that they waylaid moments earlier; his cooling body lay hidden behind the dumpster.


The thug noticed a textbook in the pile of junk; grabbing it and reading the color he became surprised, he waived the thick textbook before his partner. "Look, the whore and the twerp both  went to the same high school." The two starred at each other before they exploded in raucous laughter. A noise from the distance caused them to stop laughing. It originated from where they stashed the teen body.


Jeremy York's eyes snapped open, an electrical current traveled through his body causing him to spasm. He gasped loudly, his lungs greedily Inhaling. Cole Stephens's mind was foggy, his memory recall of recent events seemed almost surreal, his mind was a jumbled mess of traumatic thoughts and bizarre images. The greatest conflict was that he wasn't Jermey York, not really, he knew his name, he was Cole Stephens.


He recalled the original owner life. Jeremy York is a teenager; recent orphan, his parents murdered not even years prior, he was currently a ward of the state, his family is wealthy, unfortunately, the money is tied up in the courts and child protection agency, his lawyer and caseworker is siphoning money with the help of the shady orphanage.


'What happened to him, no to me?' He was on his way to the orphanage located in a seedy neighborhood in the declining parts near old lower Manhattan before he was grabbed, beating and stabbed. 'He was murdered!' His mind wavered. The sickly memory of weakness and death part of his redall.


He fumbled around, the darkness hindering him, eventually,  he managed to pull himself up with the help of the grimy cold arm belonging to the nearby dumpster. Jermey. No, that was wrong. His face scrunched at the queer abstract thinking. He was Cole. Cole Stephens.  His head hurt regardless, the differences mattered little.


Thoroughly checking himself over. He patted his stomach, his hand cold and damp, fingertips sticky with his own blood. He gulped loudly. The mugging fresh in his mind, the merciless beating, humiliation,  and the final stabbing, the misery, the fear, his own passing, darkness. He shuttered, teeth chattering as coldness latched on to his still cold body.


Before panic could devour him, and shatter his fragile state-of-mind, a cool blissful all-consuming sensation overcame him, soon the Uncertainty and fear fled him, the horror of the experience departed his mind, the scarring of his soul, a deep gulf mended. A translucent screen consumed his vision. His eyes soon went out of focus.


Under a flickering street light, the two thugs began to walk back toward the dumpster, where they stashed the body; the noise and shuffling piquing their interest. Being  career street-thugs they knew the best witness, was a dead witness.


System message: Mind merge completed...


System message: Persona acclimation beginning...


System message: Jason Todd - Red Hood (Prime Earth) installing...


His mind all but reformed, situational awareness returned to him twofold. He grasped the current situation in a newfound analytical way. He instinctively understood he was giving a new and inherently unique lease on life.He remembered everything that had transpired. The York boy's life could be summed up as extremely sad, and of depravity and heartache. Even in his final moments were one of suffering, bloodshed, misery, and pain, he didn't die at peace, he died with regrets and untold anguish.


But, 'I'm Cole Stephens,' he said reassuring himself. His life had been unceremoniously ripped away, his mind washed away. He could only recall residual things. Nothing of how he lived; family. Friends. Birthdays. Major achievements, all gone. All he remembered was laying down, for the night, and his own name. His former home—world-reality...


The mind is a marvelous thing, it could adapt to a great many things. Take, for example, the memories and experience of entirely different life down to the minute details. Typically, if strong memories were introduced to the mind, they would more likely overwrite the old mind. However, what happens when the strong memories are met with an indomitable entity, such as the system? Undoubtedly, the two minds would struggle, but against such a supreme administrator, the two could only merge accordingly.


Cole and Jermey minds were sewn together by exquisite hands of the system.  The two individuals: Jeremy York, Cole Stephens settled, merging into one dominant persona. Jeremy's memories and experiences were his memories and experiences, his soul, unfortunately, had all but parted from his body upon his death.


System message: Persona acclimation at 5%|100%


Cole's eyes one of discernment became hard and unfeeling, even his face lost all emotions. One couldn't glean anything from his countenance. The few people that known Jermey York would be greatly alarmed at his featureless countenance.


He began to canvass his surroundings, a mental map of everything before he entered his mind. His mind was working at a rate incalculable by normal standards, even amongst the enhanced.


In that cold dreary alleyway, a plan formed, one far-reaching and critical. This would be the date over hundreds of millions of lives were altered.


He squatted down, making his figure less noticeable, utilizing the lowlight of the surroundings. His left eye fazed slightly as the system interface bestowed to him came to his mental calling. His eye darted around what he could only describe as his character sheet; as an avid reader, and a pro-gamer he understood the intricacies of such a sight.


'Marvel universe, but which one?' He didn't know much about Marvel, besides the cinematic universe and the few comics he did read. He was an avid D.C comic reader, he even enjoyed their subpar cinematic world. He wondered, was that the reason he received a pseudo-intelligent system—that had the DC-comics locked inside?


At this moment he wasn't as efficient as the original Jason Todd at his literary peak. He was still afforded marginal utilization of the installed personal abilities. He summarized the whole system things as his own personal x-gene, simpler to understand he supposed. He was literally capable of gaining untold abilities, superpowers, gifts, and items, as long as they belonged to the literary library. 


He was currently at 5%. When the percentage reached 100% he would randomly gain another comic book character persona.


Name: Cole Stephens


Known Name: Jeremy York


Alias- None


Alignment- Neutral


Persona(s)


Jason Peter Todd- Red Hood 5%|100%


Intelligence- Tier 2


Strength- Tier 2


Speed- Tier 2


Durability- Tier 2


Energy Projection- None


Fighting Skills- Tier 2


Gear-Inventory


• Red Hood Costume


• Combat Knife


• Dual Pistols [9mm Glocks]


• Smoke Grenade


• Pocket Explosives




Abilities


•Holder of the Hero-Villain System


•[Limited]-Enhanced Investigation.


•[Limited]-Skilled marksman and expert tactician


•[Limited]-Skilled martial artist and hand-to-hand combatant


•[Limited]-Understanding and Utilization of high-tech equipment and weapons


•[Limited]-Enhanced strength, speed, and durability due to exposure to the Lazarus Pit


•Inhuman Healing Factor, due to being the holder of the Human-Villain System


Suddenly, his newfound body was engulfed with another electrifying sensation, this time it was euphoric,  akin to a revival, like the stories of the Phoenix rising from its smoldering ashes. His muscles flexed, becoming taut. He inhaled deeply. This was  [Enhance strength] and [Inhuman Healing Factor] both worming their way through this being. His body had undergone a complete overhaul; matter-of-factly, his entire being was reworked.


[Inhuman Healing Factor] wasn't the greatest-but he could theoretically heal completely within hours, and lesser wounds in a manner of minutes, like the previous owner abdomen stab wound. He wasn't sure about a bullet to the head, though. There were still things he didn't understand, like where his powers resided, if they were physical, then like most mutants, a headshot in the right spot could bypass his healing factor.


Those thoughts were for tomorrow, he needed to get past the two men, and then he needed to rest, his body had overworked itself. Once his body acclimates more to his newfound abilities, he would be amongst the empowered. He also would need to train himself, physical exertion will increase his persona acclimation percentage. He was also much smarter now, not Tony Stark, not Peter Parker, but giving enough time and study, he could outpace them, easily.


The first thug was the obvious leader of the duo. He neared the edge of the dumpster first. Before the thug could take another step a low moving blur darted before him. He experienced a brief bout of vertigo before he landed heavily on the ground.


The second one having mere seconds of warning yelped in fright but he to was hit with quick hard and strong fists. Cole Stephens cursed as his hands were bruised and he jammed his thumb; a rookie mistake he thought as his blow to the man was ill-placed and his fist wasn't properly closed.


He stared down at the two thugs, one was squirming backward starring heatedly at him; the second one was out like a light, a line of blood poured from his open mouth.


These two were killers, they had murdered his predecessor mere minutes ago, it was almost insured they will do it again. He withdrew his pistol from his inventory. To the thug, it seemed like the kid pulled it from thin air. The leader's eyes bulged. He couldn't believe it. This teen that was surely dead was some kind of freak. He was one of those people.


The lone Glock was leveled at the head of the thug, but a passing patrol car bright flashing lights startled him. Cole fumbled with the pistol in his hand before he withdrew it back into his inventory. Red lights flashed on the top of the car. Policemen scrambled out, hands-on their own weapons. He sprinted in the opposite direction.


He could only reassure himself. The police would handle them; their crimes would be found out and they'll pay dearly for them. He fled down the alley under the cloak of darkness.

Cole Stephens, a unmentionable man from earth perishes only to awaken inside the body of a recently deceased teen. He quickly learns he has been transplanted into the Marvel Universe with a system.

I’m not a writer; this is for fun and self-improvement, please exit stage left if you’re looking for some Game of Throne type of storyline or to self impose your own beliefs or direction of the story, go write your own.

[Final priest's points: 1000]
[Points for treating patients: 130]
[Treatment output points: 156]
[Total Points: 1286]
[Congratulations on earning 1286 points.]
[Congratulations on the clearing in the "White Snowy Field" of the Lord of Storms. You have received the gift of the Lord of Storms and Snows: Avalanche.]
[Avalanche Lv1: The healing ability of all charge guns, assault rifles, and portable pistols increased slightly.]
[You can use the points to purchase gifts at the lounge. ]
A long list of information overwhelmed him. When he finished reading and clicked "Next", he saw a fat man in a bedroom. 
The bedroom is small, with only a table, a single armchair and a bed with a quilt. There are no windows, and there are thermometer and hygrometer next to the window. The temperature in the room is 22 degrees Celsius, the relative humidity is 60% RH, and the humidity index is 50, which is the most suitable temperature for people on earth.
There was a letter on the desktop, which was blank when he picked it up, but after a second, a mysterious paragraph appeared.
[This is the lounge for participants. Only you can enter here. The area outside is meant for communication and shopping. You can do consumer shopping or head to the Central Exchange of Light Balls to purchase gifts.]
[You have one day to rest, socialize, shop, eat and adjust to the new environment. When you enter the second trial, your mental and physical state will naturally return to its best state.]
[Here, you still have the protection of the gods and cannot be harmed. At the same time, the act of you trying to harm other trainers is prohibited, and you will be forced to return to the lounge as a result of the action. You will also be confined until the beginning of the second trial. ]
A six-digit digital clock suddenly appeared on the wall, fixed at 23:59:59, but the countdown had not started yet.
Ren Suo attempted to control the fat man to try to leave the lounge. However, the door showed a red prompt: "There is around 3 minutes left before entering rest time."
Hmm?
Why are there words such as "around", which brings about uncertainty? 
Ren Suo thought to himself, wouldn't he have to wait for the results of the other trials to be released before he can rest?
Ren Suo had played so many games, such that he has already experienced 7 types of trial grounds. He has experienced 3 of the Lord of Storms and Snows, 3 of the Master of Billions of Glory, and 1 of the Eternal Heart. He isn't sure whether there are trial grounds that he hasn't tried before.
With so many trial grounds, it is only normal that there are many trials to be carried out. Ren Suo guessed that every time he returned to the same trial ground, he was actually randomly selected by many trial grounds. Theoretically, when the fat man is having the trial, there are also other trials happening at the same time.
That's the reason why there's a need to wait for all trials to be completed before taking the time to rest. 
However, due to the existence of the Healing Light Curtain, each trial will actually be limited to less than one hour. After one hour, no matter how the tester hides, the Healing Light Curtain will still collapse onto the trial ground.
The Healing Light Curtain gets stronger as it drags longer. Initially, the Light Curtain is bright green. However, towards the end, it fades into the dark green of an endless jungle. Even if the trainer ate fried chicken while drinking Coke, he would still not be able to withstand it.
Therefore, the time taken for each trial is controllable. The trial that completes first, will at most be 10 minutes faster than the last trial. 
Ren Suo recalled that when he cleared the level, the area had shrunk to a very small size. If it shrank again, the entire trial ground would soon turn dark green. The same would apply to other trial grounds; hence, the existence of the 'around 3 minutes left' prompt. 
In fact, after a few tens of seconds, the red reminder of the door slowly disappeared, and Ren Suo heard a calm, unrecognizable voice saying: "The rest time begins."
When the fat man left the bedroom, countless black doors appeared at the same time, in front of him. Men and women came out directly from the black doors.
However, when they came out, the doorway disappeared.
At this moment, he heard a whisper: "If you want to go back to the lounge, press and hold any part of the building with your right hand for three seconds for the portal to appear."
So there is a difference between the lounge and the plaza?
But Ren Suo felt weird triggering the portal——a strong sensation of the usage of technology these days. 
If teleportation was supposed to be magical, shouldn't the ones teleporting be given a magic scroll or ring to do so…...?
However, Ren Suo was quickly distracted by the plaza. 
Coffee shops, Chinese restaurants, Gaming hub, KTV, Hotpot restaurants, Comic stores, Cinemas, Fast-food restaurants…
The streets are full of modern consumer facilities, and all the facilities are not built in rigid shapes, but are instead arc-shaped building models, one by one forming multiple large and small rings, centered on the nearby giant white light sphere and is the point of the exhibition.
This wonderful natural structure looks much more beautiful than the concrete jungle of modern cities.
In the beginning, other trainees that came out of the lounge were also startled by others, but they were quickly attracted to the various consumer services here, as if they were admiring the socializing plaza in the city. 
"Are we back to reality?"
"OMG,Who_can..."
"Do we have to pay to purchase items here? I lost my wallet not long ago before I came here..."
The room was filled with question marks and footsteps, the Fat Man headed into the comic store as controlled by Ren Suo, but was stuck at the entrance. 
[Comic Store: 1 Point per hour, automatically renews upon completion of an hour ]
Ren Suo was able to afford to waste 1 point; hence, he went ahead with it to see what will happen. 
The Comic Store looked like any other regular book store, and the only difference was the presence of a variety of drinks and desserts, all on a free-flow basis.
Inside the store, there are rows of bookshelves filled with comics, but before entering that area, there is a navigation bookshelf filled with navigation books that are written in different languages. Ren Suo opened the Xuanwen's "Manga Guide", and easily found the position of the comic based on the first letter of the book's name. 
The book area and the browsing area are completely separated. In addition to the common desks, there are many sofas, large beds, tatami mats, and even cats and dogs in the browsing area. 
Even shortly after the Fat Man came in, there was already a fat boy who was about the same size as the Fat Man holding a Cola and Mango Melaleuca, with a few comic books sandwiched in his armpit, that came over to the browsing area and laid on the sofa, reading comics and eating. He also didn't forget to pet the orange cat next to him.
... He seemed like he was really enjoying it. 
If Ren Suo was willing, fat people can also enjoy such a decadent capitalist life. But it was the fat man in the game that would benefit, not him. Hence, Ren Suo was too lazy to spend time on the Fat Man and left the comics store immediately. He then proceeded to the giant white light sphere in the middle of the hall.
Although there are a lot of entertainment facilities along the way, most of them are restaurants. They had everything. The eight major dishes of the Xuan Kingdom to the fish and chips in Britain, the Southeast Asian dishes to the sashimi sushi sashimi, to meet the demands of the poor and the rich. 
Consumption is akin to self-service. 1 point / hour for all-you-can-eat. First, you have to go to the front desk to choose dishes, and then choose a table by yourself. After a few seconds, the center of the table will sink and the menu will rise up. 
However, most people would make the same choice as Ren Suo, which is to seek advice from the counter at the central white light sphere. 
Purchasing gifts is more important than binging, for the sake of winning the trials. 
The white light sphere floats in the air, and the light, directly under the big ball of light, almost turns into a veil of light that gently drapes over the trainer. 
As long as the trainer strokes the light yarn with his hand, he would be able to directly launch a redemption interface!
It's almost like grabbing a ray of light!
Ren Suo was amazed by such a fantastic and mysterious setting. However, he was quickly distracted by the contents of the exchange interface. 
The gifts that can be exchanged are divided into four categories: Lord of Storms and Snows, Lord of Glorious Glory, Heart of Perpetual Burning, and others. And the right side of the interface shows the gifts he already has. 
"Infinite Stamina", "Life Asylum", "Sound Optimization", "Vision Optimization", "Hearing Optimization", "Avalanche Lv1". 
The gifts that can be exchanged using the Lord of Storms and Snows mainly include "Wind Fury", "Rain Curtain", and "Avalanche", which correspond to enhanced fire rate, reduced single-shot healing interval, and enhanced single-shot healing ability.
And the gift of Billions of Glorious Masters is "Xinghui", "Yuehua", and "Sundial". In fact, the effect is the same as that of the Lord of the Storm and Snow, except that the Lord of the Storm and Snow strengthens the assault gun, assault healing rifles, and portable healing pistols, while Billions of Glorious Masters strengthen healing shotguns and sniper healing rifles. 
The gifts of these two gods are to strengthen the power of healing equipment, and all can be upgraded—each skill can be upgraded by 10 levels!
If you click on the gift, there will be an actual combat display.
For example, in a full-scale demonstration of "Xinghui", a priest hid on the grass and held an AWM. He saw a white fat man eating fried chicken on the top of a mountain with a 15x lens. 
There is no need to consider the fall of the bomb, it is a straight shot to the head!
The rate of fire is increased to the maximum level, and like lasers, the bullet had no need to consider gravity. 
The eternal scorching heart is slightly different. "This god is mainly...a plug-in?"
Yes, in Ren Suo's opinion, this deity is just a plug-in for selling gun battle games.
"Quietness": The trainer's hands will receive a blessing of tranquility, better control of any healing firearms, able to reduce the recoil of the healing firearms, and all healing firearms have no recoil at the full level;
"Scorching": The experimenter's eyes will be bestowed with infrared thermal energy detection, and you will be able to see the location of the creatures within a certain range. The first level is 5 meters, and at the highest level, no one can hide within 50 meters.
"Enthusiastic": The mental state of the trainer is sublimated. When any target that requires treatment appears in the sight, the trainer will subconsciously aim the therapeutic device at the target. This state will only last for 0.001 seconds at the first level, and the alignment position is either the trunk or limbs. At the highest level, this state will last for 0.1 seconds, and the alignment position is locked at the trunk.
Although Ren Suo didn't play many gunfight games before, he is smart enough to know that these three gifts are not 'reclining', 'perspective' and 'self-sighting'!
However, Ren Suo calmed down in a matter of seconds. 
Although it looks like a plug-in ability, everyone is on the same starting line if everyone is able to exchange it. 
In addition, gifts such as Eternal Scorching Heart are limited. At low levels, the actual combat performance is also normal. The self-sighting is only 0.001 seconds, which is almost fleeting; and the 'see-through' ability is only applicable to people within five meters…...within five meters, Ren Suo would already be able to hear the footsteps. 
When only low-level gifts are available, these gifts are mainly used to make up for the shortcomings of the trainer: 'No Recoil' to save handicap, 'Self-sighting' can help people with slow reaction, and 'Perspective' can prevent sneak attacks by Lao Yin.
　"How much would these gifts cost?"
　——1000 points for everything. 
In other words, Ren Suo can only redeem one gift now. 
In addition to the gifts from the three gods, there is also an 'Other' category. 
Ren Suo glanced and was instantly attracted by the most expensive gift. 
[Team contract: Let 2 to 4 trainers form a team and be considered as one person to enter the trial. If you pass the trial, the points will be distributed according to the result of each person. Note: Only effective in the second trial.]


The extraordinaire has disrupted the silence of the world and ever since then, technology has taken a different path. 
When humans find a path for evolution in the dark, I’ll remove my ribs, burn my heart and burn the midnight oil to become their pioneer. 
This is the process of a gamer manipulating the world.
Mini world of endless fun awaits.

An eccentric writer moves into a haunted apartment, yet it seems like he simply doesn't notice the ghost floating around. Soon enough it turns out that he was actually ignoring the ghost. She found out and that's how their life together properly began.

"The world isn't a fun place. Don't let the crappy movies and comic books about superheroes saving the day fool you. The world we live in isn't anywhere near as cool or happy as the ones we read about inside the pages of Fantastic Four, or the one we see in the confines of our favorite TV Shows. The world sucks, and we've single handedly manufactured so many ways to distract ourselves from that fact that the ones who put more effort into these distractions are the highest praised and most celebrated people on the planet. Artists? What does that even mean anymore? It's just some pithy catch all  for 'person who doesn't want a real job, and wants to play around with writing useless fluff all day' and-"
 "Will you shut the fuck up already?" Hi I'm the actual main character of this little short story, pardon my language but you have to admit. That jackass wasted a whole paragraph with that bullshit. Oh, where's my manners, there's more story to get to:
 "WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP"The hero bellow- just kidding. I said. 
Like I said in the last paragraph, this guy is nothing but some sad dropout who's angry at everything trying to explain to me in his infinite wisdom why art doesn't mean anything. I apologize again, you're probably extremely confused. "Why did this story start with a paragraph long intro that turned out to be a pointless diatribe?" "Who's this guy who keeps stopping the story and speaking directly to me, doesn't he know he's a character in a story?" Answers to those questions are A: our wonderful author is stalling for time, and B: I'm not entirely of sound mind, that's what my therapist, most of my childhood friends and my big brother have told me at least. However before we continue I'm going to use the next paragraph to tell you a bit about who I am. 
 My name is Felix Lombardi. My parents were Italian immigrants who ran a bread shop. Two years ago they were murdered in cold blood by the mob. After that my brother Lou mysteriously came into half a million dollars, which he turned into a small fortune with pretty sound investments and now he's helping pay my way through college. Happy ending, happy story, my life is great, except it would be if this motherfucking social reject wasn't wasting my time at this gas station telling me how unfair the world is. Speaking of that I still need to respond to him.
 "The world isn't fair, but that doesn't make it a bad place. You're just mad because life hasn't given you everything you wanted. Try working for a change" I said in a subdued cool manner, much like a teacher in a school full of slow children would if one kid in the class began eating paint. 
 "That's easy for you to say, you're probably some spoiled brat coasting through life on daddy's paycheck." Said the moron, completely oblivious to the fact that I was tacitly ignoring him and going about my business.
 I told him to back off, and I went over to the cashier and paid for the cigarettes and M&Ms I was buying. Took an exit, sat in my car and- You know what? This is getting boring and procedural. So I'm in my car, and I call my brother. He's a nice guy, used to be a cop for a while, then he got really rich and he's actually flipped his allegiances and turned into a bit of a crime boss. He's a smart guy though, so he makes sure not to actively butt heads with any of the other families around, but this isn't a Mafioso story, no no no, I apologize, this isn't that exciting of a tale. This is a story about me, my thoughts, and how I relay them to you. 
"Sup little bro"
"Hey Lou, did you get my text?"
"I was busy, couldn't respond, still kinda busy. Something about needing money for that comic convention?" Lou said. He sounded like he was doing something physically taxing.
"You at the Gym?"
"Nope, I'm at work"
"Why do you sound out of breath"
"Information gathering is very tiresome" 
Oh he's beating up a dude for an interrogation.
"Oh you're beating up a dude for an interrogation"
"What have I told you about talking about the job over the phone" 
"Mi Scuso fratello Louis" (I'm sorry brother Louis) 
"That's Don Lombardi to you buster"
"Fat chance wise guy, so when can you send the money for the tickets?"
"I'll see what I can do. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do" 
 My apartment is in the upper east side of Manhattan New York. It's one of those places that looks like it was ripped straight out of a trendy sitcom that features a bunch of close knit friends getting into wacky hijinks. Fortunately for me though, I hate people, and Louie gives me enough of an Allowance to be able to survive alone and pay rent while being able to go to school. I go to a private Art School, I study Animation and I minor in sequential art, my hobbies include playing video games, posting my thoughts on the internet, watching anime, and reading Japanese firearm magazines. My favorite movie is Kill Bill Vol 1 (whoever tells you Vol 2 is better doesn't understand film making and should kill themselves), and the kind of girl I'm looking for is one who'll bully me and make me feel really crappy about myse- wait, sorry got lost in the sauce for a moment, I thought I was filling out a dating profile. 
 Living by myself affords me the unparalleled privilege of being able to walk around my apartment in minimal clothing, and since I don't like people, it's very uncommon for me to have anybody over. The only people who come over are my 63 year old Landlady Ms Fujinami, and her granddaughter Ami who's about my age. I know what you're thinking 'Oh, here comes the part where Felix talks about how much he likes Ami, since she's the first female character of appropriate age to be mentioned, of course she's the love interest'. Sorry to disappoint you fair reader, but it's not that kind of story. You see, we're not leaving my head. This is between you and me, I don't need any bullshit like an "emotional arc" or "narrative depth" in my fucking story, I'm doing good being the person I've been all my life. 
 So I'm lazing about my apartment like the sterling example of a productive citizen that I am when I get a phone call from Don Lombardi.
 "Felix you there?"
 "I wouldn't have picked up if I wasn't. What is it?"
 "Funny. I wonder how many jokes you'll be making when you're forced to shack up with a bunch of hideous college students in a prison dorm"
 "Wake up, eat, listen to Lou threaten me with student housing, go to class, come home, repeat"
 "I'm a man of habit what can I say"
 "To what do I owe this call, did you send the ticket money?" 
 "I need you to make some friends Felix"
 "I need you to stop caring."
 "You're always couped up in the apartment, the only time you see sunlight is when you go out to buy Cigarettes, or when you have class, you don't even talk to Ami anymore, weren't you two friends?" I hate it when he gets like this. I don't know why he cares about my social life. He doesn't listen to me tell him how to do… whatever it is he does.

 "if you're worried about my skin don't bother, that sicilian melanin is doing me just fine" I said, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, puckering. Who said nerds can't be sexy.
 "Calm down Ricky Martin, this is about more than sunlight. It's about your life. Mama would cry if she saw what you are on some days" Lou said, in his bro voice. 
 "Papa would cry if you knew what you did for a living" I retorted
"Would he cry or would he just break off into sicilian" Lou responded, letting out a chortle. 
"PUTO RAGGAZINO" we both shouted, memories of pa and ma rushing, and bringing a silence for a good moment.
 "How would I even go about making friends?" I asked, half jokingly. 
 "Glad you asked. That's why I bought you 3 day tickets to that comic book convention." Lou boasted triumphantly.
 "How do you know I won't just go there without talking to anybody?" I shot back with a sneer. 
 "You know, when you're in my line of business, you learn to have contingency plans. This is the part of the movie where the villain tells the hero 'I'm glad you asked'".
 Just at that moment, I heard three knocks at my door.
 "That should be my contingency plans"
 I  peek through my door lens just to see who's there. 
 Ami, motherfucking Fujinami.
 "The convention is this weekend right?" Lou continued. "Have fun lil bro" 
 I hate my brother. I hate this. I hate you. 

**End of Act 1**

Yu Lili unconsciously bent her lips and nodded when she heard it, and she said, "Yes, it works well."
Ye Qianqian glanced at the display while Yu Lili was still drawing the frame lines. There were only a few rough lines on the screen. Ye Qianqian glanced at it and said, "Are you also drawing comics? Which website did you sign up for?"
"It's also under the Ou Group," Yu Lili answered without looking up, and she quickly drew the lines.
"Hmm, for Ou Yu?" Ye Qianqian nodded, patting Yu Lili's shoulder and said, "Bravo. Ou Yu has such a strict signing threshold that they only sign experienced painters. What is your pseudonym?"
"Do you want to know it?" Yu Lili looked at Ye Qianqian with a bright smile.
Ye Qianqian saw her look and responded with some disdain. "Don't keep me guessing; tell me, what is it?"
"If I say it, you will definitely be shocked." Yu Lili gave her a hint.
Ye Qianqian glanced at her and snorted. "It doesn't matter. I always look over Ou Yu's comics, so I am familiar with the popular ones. Let me see your painting style."
"Okay." Yu Lili stepped back while Ye Qianqian reached out her hand and swiped the digital screen a few times.
As Ye Qianqian was flipping through the pictures, she saw a few that had already been drawn and painted, and they were very intense.
Ye Qianqian was shocked when she saw the character. She pulled it up again, and she saw that five or six pictures of the comic had already been drawn.
Isn't this the plot of the third episode of "Love Transaction"?
"Holy crap!" Ye Qianqian shouted in disbelief. "Is this... Love Transaction? Holy sh*t, who are you? Are you Li Xiaoyu?"
Yu Lili looked at her expression with a smile, and she quickly moved her gaze to the digital screen in front of her, then she pulled the picture back.
Ye Qianqian looked shocked and couldn't believe it. "Jesus, say something please. I'm actually at the live Li Xiaoyu, am I not?"
Yu Lili laughed, pushing her gently, and said, "Did Li Xiaoyu die and no one told me?"
"Yu Lili, Li Xiaoyu, Jesus, I didn't think of it!" Ye Qianqian sighed, slapping her forehead. Looking pitiful, she said, "The company's people were still celebrating for me a few days ago. Jesus, the author was actually sitting in front of me the whole time. My goddess, this is too embarrassing!"
During the conversation, Ye Qianqian subconsciously tried to remember whether she had ever offended Yu Lili during their work.
Ye Qianqian recalled her chat history with Li Xiaoyu...
Jesus, fortunately, I was kind!
Yu Lili smile was even happier as she shouted, "Get out, that was too exaggerated!"
Ye Qianqian was so excited to hear the words, she grabbed Yu Lili's arm and shouted, "Yes, that was so exaggerated, ah!" Ye Qianqian almost went to hit the wall and said, "Can you give me a signature? A signature of Li Xiaoyu!"
Yu Lili: "…"
"Okay, okay, I haven't calmed down yet." Ye Qianqian patted her face, looking at the lines on the digital screen. She nudged Yu Lili gently and said, "Keep drawing."
"...I won't draw. I am sleepy, and I want to sleep," Yu Lili responded.
"No way. Let me take a look at it!" Ye Qianqian put her hands together with her eyes shining, with expectation on her face, and with excitement in her voice.


In her previous lifetime, they had married for five years. He meant everything to her, but she was thrown away like an old shoe. 

After her rebirth, she gave him a divorce contract preemptively— 
“Divorce after one year, the terms of the contract are as follows: husband and wife shall not share a room or bed. Intimacy forbidden?” 
he raised his eyebrow. 

Who knew that after she got drunk one day, leaning on the headboard, he rested his deep-set eyes on her. "You broke the contract, Mrs, Li."

So, now he was hooked.
 
 
No, if ands or buts about it. He seriously couldn't get her out of his head anymore. She was the prelude to his every waking thought. The genesis to his existing motives. To be with her, to be beside her, to be a part of her. This was a fucking nightmare. 

And as cheesy as it sounds,
a beautiful one at that.

At least he was getting sleep now that the waters between them seemed a bit calmer. She wasn't acting like she hated him anymore, which was good. But now she was treating him like everyone else that wasn't Deku. Poker-faced, robotic but, appropriately courteous. And that was somehow worse. He hated it. He hated the way her eyes would light up whenever she looked at him. He hated the honest curl in her lips whenever she'd hear him talk, the way her shoulders would untense, the laughter he'd give her that could make his heart flutter from across the room. He hated it because it should have been his.
 
 

But he also noticed some more alarming things about her too.

 
 
Like the barely noticeable flinching that came with unwarranted contact. How her eyes always followed the movements of her peers, almost as if she were preparing herself for something. One time, the octopus kid slammed the door on his way into the classroom and he barely ~ just barely missed the sudden rise in smoke that nearly enveloped her head for that moment. The way her lips slightly parted, the way her eyebrows sprang before quickly settling; it looked like fear.

And that made him curious.
 
"I could faintly remember a fight your dad had with pro hero Endeavor back in the day."
 
Who was her father?
 
Bakugou was sitting in front of his study desk, his fingers twitching impatiently over his keyboard as he stared at the blank search bar with a clouded scowl. He felt a little creepy doing this. Searching the web for information she likely wouldn't give to his face seemed too intrusive to be comfortable with. It wasn't like he was stalking her or anything. (Though the bracelet of hers he found and pocketed might arise some suspicion if she'd ever found it here, sitting comfy next to his digital clock.) He was simply using the information that could be provided to him to understand her more. I mean, she was his business ~ and he wasn't the type to leave any job half-assed.

"Endeavour career coun-" No, no.

"Villains who have fought Endeavor" Search.
 
Holy shit. He wasn't number two for no reason. Articles of lists stacked on top of each other like a clusterfuck of names knelt down to his successes. Paragraphs of accolades and praise leaning over the names of those he had defeated. And not a single one seemed to relate to his soulmate.

He sighed as he refreshed the page, wiping his screen clean as he met the empty search bar again. Alright, how do I do this? He rubbed the frustration off the side of his face, laying in his palm for a moment. Was he missing something? Should he just go back and look again? He exhaled between the fingers that had roamed toward the bridge of his nose.

The same fingers she had scarred.
He sat up as he reached for his keyboard again.

"Villain white fire quirk Endeavour" Search.
The immediate large blue letters took him by surprise.

 
White Viper. 

" White Viper , his real name still unknown, was perhaps as heinous as he was secretive. Speculation suggests he bribed and even threatened government officials into wiping any record of birth or quirk registration from Japan's local and even classified systems. Even as he is contained little is still known about the man behind his crimes, but what is known; is that he wore a mask that fit him. White Viper: The man who is poison. 
His left-hand man, the now missing Stinger , 48, (at last appearance) Served the title quite literally for the now detained criminal. A plenitude of poison white fire only emitting from his right hand, he was able to topple and rebuild organizations built on the basis of his barbaric crimes. Surviving victims like ex-cop Sousuko Hyimada, 35, say "He was a sadist. A devil in a man's skin. He tortured me and my commanding officers for days until I finally escaped." Torture methods include: 

• Forced inhalation of poison smoke.
• Dismemberment by acid fire.  See details 
• Toxic branding. 
• Slow evisceration by flame infection. See details 
• Cranial penetration by-"
 
Bakugou closed his laptop and abruptly stood from his seat, the force sending his chair rolling into his bed.

He paced his room as he thought. His hands pressed against the top of his head as he blew out a long breath through pursed lips.
Great! He thought. So his future father in-law was a monster! Great. This was just perfect. -Why couldn't he have been like a bank robber or I don't know a cool mobster or something? But nooo! God, what was he gonna tell their kids?! "Hey, dad? Why haven't we met grandpa yet?" "Because he's the devil, sweetheart now eat your food." Fucking hell. 

He could only imagine what she must've been through. Scratch that. He didn't want to.

Of course, she had latched onto Deku like she did. Mr. GoodyTwoShoes was everything her father wasn't. One of those comic book types. "Ho! Ho! Justice above all!" And all that jazz, where this particular blonde shouted "Die!" and "Go to hell!" whenever he had the chance to do so. He even accidentally grunted it once while he was jacking it, but he hasn't even let himself live that down.

Is that it? Was she afraid of him? Did she think he was like her father? He wasn't that scary. Was he? 

He caught a glimpse of himself in his body mirror, noticing the living glare that was his face.

His lips tightened.
 
Was he?

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F/C- Fav Color
H/L- Hair Length
H/C- Hair Color
E/C- Eye Color

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