Everything ended when the Reapers attacked. Humanity wasn't ready, none of the race's was. Shepard did what he had to, he lost everything, but in the end it still was not enough. In his last moments Shepard exploded with every inch of power he had and got crushed mercilessly. He died and darkness consumed the universe. That should've been the end of the story, but somehow, somewhere a little light always survives. And so it begins anew, but will he walk the same path?

A Mass Effect Trilogy Novelisation.

John Shepard was born on Earth, experiencing life on the streets before joining the Alliance Navy and becoming a hero of humanity. But it is only after nearly being killed by a Prothean beacon does he rise to become the only man that can stop the annihilation of the galaxy.

This story will cover Mass Effect, Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3, while touching on comics and books.

A race that are the masters of war and violence discovers their true origin along with the darkness of the Mass Effect,

 How would the galaxy react to a race that is not dependent on the Mass Effect physics as they are?

 How would the reapers react to a race that had been preparing for a long time to destroy them?

The Entertainment Center is like a nice home theater room, but instead of the crappy movie theater chairs, there are couches and recliners. Suki had selected to get a library of media to do with this room. I skipped the movies and web directly to the video games. It was nicely sorted so I found Mass Effect very quickly. The only problem is I only found Mass Effect 1. I looked around a bit more depth and found a lot of sequels we're missing. This is incredibly annoying, but I'm guessing all missing sequels correspond to potential future jumps. Seeing shelves full of shitty horror franchises has never made me so happy.

I set up Mass Effect on the big screen and brought Toph and Suki over to the couches to watch and play so they could get a better idea for where we're going. Even with it being the only thing we did for most of the day it still took a full week to play through the game. Mass Effect is a long game normally but add in that Suki and Toph have never seen a video game before and they asked questions about almost everything the beating the game took significantly longer.

"Wait that's it what happens next?" Toph asked

"There are two more games in the series. The second one isn't as important as the 3rd story-wise, because that's when the Reapers fully invade the galaxy."

"So we just appear somewhere as the game starts?" Suki asked

"No, we start 2 years before that in one of a handful of locations"

"So, we don't get to pick when and are only able to pick and a handful of where. What do we get to pick?" Toph asked with a bit of annoyance.

"We get to pick the who. What race we are, what background we have, our talents, abilities, and class" 

"Wait we get to pick race?" They both excitedly questioned.

"Um yeah..."

"I call Krogan! I'm going to be krogan"

"Toph..."

"Kroooooooogan" Fine Toph wants to be Krogan.

"Suki any idea what you want to be?"

"Ooh, I'm torn. I really like Asari, but Tali was super cool."

"This might help you make a decision. Quarians are very human-like under their suit. They're slightly paler with very dark black markings on their skin, but besides that and the 3 claw hands, they are basically human. Another thing you might want to consider is that Asari are all super old. If you get some of those memories they might change you, but if you don't get those memories you might have a hard time acting like someone who is 500 years old."

"That did help I'm going to be Quarian what about you Silva?"

"I'm going to be an AI"

"Like the Geth?" "Like the Reapers?"

"Yep like them" I confirmed ignoring their looks of uncertainty "So now that we've got a general idea of what we want let's do this. I say while pulling out the packet

"Okay, first things first is backgrounds. I'll be a drop in. That's the only real way for an AI to make sense"

"I'll be a Quarian scientist"

"Krogan soldier"

"Alright, next is location and we will be starting on Illium. It's an Asari controlled merchant planet. After that is race which we've already decided. Now it's time to pick perks. There are race and background perks. You can pick outside of what you chose to be, but it will be more expensive.
As an AI I will take the perk that lets me know when I'm being restricted, the perk that gives me a humanish robot body, and the perk that make me Reaper Tech."

"Umm... Alright, I'll go next I'll take the perk that lets me leave my suit without getting sick and the one that makes me a genius inventor."

"Now me. I'll take Redundant Nervous System? It lets me enter a blood rage and ignore pain. I will also take Okeer's test subject. Whatever that means."

"It's from..." I started to tell Toph but she cut me off.

"I don't care it sounds cool"

"Fine then next is background perks I'll take having a really nice sounding voice, becoming an expert pilot, proficiency in a 2nd class, and Specter training. Specter training gives me access to a third class, mastery over all of my classes, and improves all of my gear."

"I'll just take the free perks that make me prettier and smarter," Suki says with a bit of sass.

"I will take looking better as well, the perk that makes me more mentally adaptable, and I'll also take specter training even though I won't be getting a second class."

"For classes, I'll take all 3 of the biotic classes Adept, Sentinel, and Vanguard."

"I'll just take Sentinel. It might help me with techy stuff, but I also don't want to completely miss biotics."

"For me, it's going to be Vanguard a mix of pure combat and biotics. I'm really interested to see how I can mix biotics with earth bending. Oh, the rocks I'll be able to throw." I hadn't thought about that combo, but gravity control and earth bending seem to fit together unexpectedly well.

"Just two more parts. First is the actual stuff we can start with..."

"I'm done I'll just grab the free stuff. " Toph added immediately.

"Fine then you get a language translator chip and some casual clothes. We all get the language chip for free, Suki you also get a VI, and I get something called a Cipher. Which is somewhat vague but allows me to what shepherd did at the beginning of the first game without having my brain scrambled. It does other things but I'm not sure how far they extend. The final thing I'm going to get is a space station and I'm going to import my vault into it. Which will make it more like a research facility and make it more self-sufficient.

"Wait you said you can do the thing Shepard did? Well, then I'm going to get a beacon that should help. Maybe?"

"Thanks that sounds interesting, but now we have the bad part. We all broke our budget so we need to take drawbacks to bring us into the positives. I will take a personal assassin trying to interfere with me, facial scarring, difficulty sleeping, and the Reapers can now use any races for husks. Oh it looks like that last one applied to both of you as well, so neither of you needs to take any" 

"Sweet sounds good"

"Wait!" Suki exclaimed as she grabbed the packet. " Okay, I'm going to take another inconvenient assassin. Not that any assassin is convenient, but... Uhh. Right with those extra points I'm going to take two extra racial perks. First I'm going to take the Rachni perk that makes me physically and biotically stronger. Then I'm going to take the Drell perk which improves strength, speed, and acrobatics. With that alone, I'll be one of the strongest and fastest Quarians" 

"Oooh, that Rachni one sounds good. These drawbacks go away at the end of the jump right?"

"Yep"

"Fine, then it looks like I'll be taking a few more things. We now have a third assassin, I'll be having trouble sleeping, and will have some facial scars. Then I'll take the same two Suki did plus the free racial perk I skipped originally. It makes it so my scars are attractive to other people."

"Wow. Okay then is everyone sure about what they selected?" I asked. I saw them nod resolutely. "Then let's start."

A jumpchain multiverse exploration story. Where the main character will be travelling world to world across different popular media.

This is my first foray into fiction writing. Especially long form story telling, so I apologize for the quality and hopefully I'll get better.

Yun Jian scanned the vicinity while he waited for Xu Haozhe to exchange some tokens.
If Yun Yi had not come here too, she would have preferred not to be in such a place. To her, the shooting games and whatnot here were a little childish.
The storms of bullets and shells that she had been through in her past life did not lack in comparison to the scenes available in the simulation game machine.
"I'm back!" Xu Haozhe ran back from the counter holding a big pile of game tokens. He then distributed them to everyone.
There were a lot of people gathered in front of the simulation shooting machine as it was the venue's newest addition. Even the gun controller was similar in weight to a real gun. Although the player would only shoot at the huge screen, the effect was quite like shooting a real gun.
Students of this era were eager to give it a try, thus there were masses of people both watching and playing the game.
"Hah, looks like we'll have to wait for a bit. There are too many of them waiting to play!" Xu Haozhe said, stroking his head.
Guns and cars were always the boys' preference, but girls were different. Other than Yun Jian, the other girls from their group had gone to play different arcade games together, those that appealed to young girls like claw machines.
Simultaneously, a band of youths exclaimed boisterously in front of the simulation shooting machine.
Standing at the front of the game was a young man in his twenties. He put down the pistol controller wearing a victorious smirk.
The shooting game was played by aiming and shooting the targets on screen with the gun controller.
Without a doubt, the controller had no bullets. It only provided a visual effect of hitting the target on the screen. Nonetheless, discounting the fact that it contained no ammunition, the gun controller's feel and grip were akin to the real weapon.
Therefore, the launch of this machine instantly attracted the attention and welcoming of flocks of youths who liked guns.
"Wow, Bro Lei is amazing. It does make a difference that you've held a real pistol before. You struck thirty-two targets in a minute!" A guy who stood not too far away sang praises to the guy holding the gun controller.
It was as if they were worried that other people wouldn't know that this young man in his twenties had held a genuine gun!
As expected, the crowd exclaimed and gasped when they heard the revelation.
Bro Lei was incredibly flattered, thinking he was superior.
"It's nothing. You guys have never held a real gun. The real deal is still different from this toy!" Brother Lei crowed, tipping his chin so high that his nose was going to point above his eye level.
"Are you guys done? Can you move if you are?" Xu Haozhe stepped forward and asked when he saw the group not moving away nor continuing to play after the round.
Brother Lei who was still bathing in the crowd's adoration and applause glared at Xu Haozhe at once.
"Where the f*ck did you come from, you bastard child? How dare you fight for the game with me?" Brother Lei clenched his fists and bumped them together in a challenging manner. There was a swagger in his provocation, reflecting how conceited he felt.
It was as if he was saying "I'll beat you up if you say another word".
Xu Haozhe opened his mouth to retort. He had just asked a question, yet the other party was beginning to shout at him angrily. However, Yun Jian spoke faster than him, while mercilessly stepping on the other party's pride. "Hitting only thirty-two targets in one minute, your shooting stance is flashy but garish. You should move!"
The mass was astonished by Yun Jian's harsh critique that hit every pretentious spot of Brother Lei.
The latter looked enraged.
What the f*ck, where did this group of people come from?


She was the top level hacker, the number one secret agent, unexpectedly rebirthed as an ordinary ninth grader.
Debt dunned by her gambling-addicted father, who dared borrow from loan sharks. Having unbearable family relatives...
Yun Jian who was rebirthed chuckled humorlessly, palming her forehead. Do they wish to know how death was spelled?
A striking return, an unforgettable retaliation - I shall kill anyone who bullies me! 
Heroine Yun Jian, Leading male Si Yi
P.S. A feel-good novel, revenge, face-slapping, powerful female and male protagonists, and requited love!

September 16th, Thursday… 
Pei Qian headed over to Fish-Catching Internet Cafe's Handong University branch once again to take a look at Teacher Qiao's progress with the game. 
Pei Qian came with a completely different mindset from before. 
That was because… he had cleared all the stages! 
Of course, those stages were merely at easy difficulty. He used the 'Pudu' and jumped from the Road to the Underworld to the six realms of rebirth and existence. After clearing the boss there, he had finished his job. 
If Pei Qian had to complete one whole round, he might be helpless. 
The initial difficulty level of the second round was hard enough. Moreover, 'Pudu' was different from other weapons in the second round. Because it could not be upgraded, it would slowly fall behind other weapons. Using it to fight would simply be a suicidal act. 
However, that did not concern Pei Qian. He had completed the system's tasks and felt that the weights were off his chest. 
Over on the other side, the matters regarding the new stores for Fish-Catching Internet Cafe were almost all settled. 
The location that they chose was the biggest shopping mall in Jingzhou City. The rent was not cheap. It was 12 yuan per square meter. That was the most expensive place that Pei Qian had rented. 
Although that was nothing compared to rent ten years later, it was already shockingly high. 
The area of this shop was around 800 square meters. The store was not as spacious as before as it was located within a mall. 
After they have decided not to offer coffee and drinks services, that saved a huge space in the store. Pei Qian specially allocated an area to be the public leisure and entertainment area. He set up a projector there. 
The rest of the space could fit 150 computers. 
Pei Qian estimated that the monthly rent would be around 300,000 yuan. He needed to hire two cashiers and four internet cafe administrators. That would cost him thirty to forty thousand yuan each month. Adding internet fees, cleaning, and other expenses; the internet cafe would spend about 400,000 yuan each month. 
Currently, the occupancy ratio of the computers at the Fish-Catching Internet Cafes was at thirty to forty percent. The standard operating duration was from 0800 to 2400 daily. If he continued charging 10 yuan per hour for the computers, he could at most earn 300,000 yuan. 
Of course, many internet cafes operate 24/7. However, Pei Qian did not plan on doing so. 
It was not because the mall would close at night. 
Even if the mall was closed, the movie theaters in many malls all had midnight slots. There would still be customers around two to three in the morning. They were not affected by the closure of the mall. 
The mall simply had to keep its doors open. That was not a new occurrence. 
Pei Qian's purpose for opening the internet cafe was to lose money. He would, of course, try his best to reduce the operation duration. 
Thinking about it from another perspective—with the current expenses, the internet cafe needed to achieve a computer occupancy ratio of about sixty percent to profit. Pei Qian thought that the target was almost impossible to hit. 
After all, even though the flagship store for Fish-Catching Internet Cafes was very popular, it did not reach that number either. 
Of course, Pei Qian did not completely trust the statistics as they were volatile. 
Pei Qian did not rush to open many stores. He wanted to open one first and observe the situation there. 
If the loss reached his expected amount, he would invest in a few more stores before the settlement. If the internet cafe managed to profit for some unknown reasons, he would find a way to stop that. 
… 
When Pei Qian reached the Handong University branch, he pulled out the chair beside Teacher Qiao and sat down. He sipped on his cocktail as he watched Teacher Qiao play the game. 
His original intent was to see Teacher Qiao suffer. That would add some excitement to his busy work and life. 
Qiao Liang felt that he was being valued by Pei Qian and was instantly energetic. 
The main designer of the game was watching him play the game and was prepared to listen to his opinions and suggestions at any time. That was such a thing to be proud of! 
Teacher Qiao was in high spirits. 
At that moment, Qiao Liang had finished updating the game. He opened the update list conveniently. 
"Eh? The epitaph function is completed?" 
Qiao Liang was pleasantly surprised. The problem that he raised previously had been quickly resolved by Boss Pei. That showed that Pei Qian really valued his opinions! 
Pei Qian saw the update list, too. He said regrettably, "The epitaph function is only available at the beginning of the game. I don't think you will be able to use that unless you open a new account." 
Qiao Liang entered the game as he replied, "That's alright. I have coincidentally reached the second round." 
Pei Qian was speechless. "…" 
What the f*ck?! 
Teacher Qiao's words might have sounded nonchalant, but they were akin to a sharp knife that pierced into Boss Pei's heart. 
He had reached the second round? 
Pei Qian had indeed completed the first round. However, he relied on 'Pudu' and skipped many stages in the process. He might have only truly experienced about thirty to forty percent of the game. 
However, Teacher Qiao was different. He completed the first round without skipping any stage. Moreover, he had experienced a huge challenge in the process. The weapon that he was familiar with was downgraded by an unscrupulous game designer, and he had to familiarize himself with a completely new weapon. 
Even if that happened, Teacher Qiao's progress in the game was about the same as Boss Pei. 
That comparison made Pei Qian upset… 
He felt that his mood turned for the worse, and he was starting to doubt himself. 
He did not doubt his gaming abilities. Boss Pei knew that he was a noob, and he had never doubted that. 
What he doubted was mainly the difficulty of the game. 
How did Teacher Qiao manage to clear the game when the game's difficulty had been raised to such a level? 
God knew how much effort I spent in increasing the difficulty level for the players when producing the game! 
However, despite what he did, Teacher Qiao still managed to clear the game. That made Pei Qian extremely dejected. 
Even his favorite cocktail appeared less fragrant than before. 
However, the good news was that Teacher Qiao was about to challenge himself with the second round. The difficulty of the second round was evidently higher than the first round. 
He entered the game. 
The opening story plot was still similar to before. After the opening CG, the starting village appeared on the screen. Many villagers who had lost parts of their three souls and seven spirits were lingering around. At the mass grave near the village, the protagonist lifted open his coffin and sat up. 
He was deemed to be a dead person, and yet he managed to wake up and head on the Road to the Underworld. 
According to the original story plot, the player should now pick up a broken sword and fight the monsters. 
However, after the update, there was a new transition scene. 
The protagonist stood in front of his tomb in the mass grave and saw a shabby tombstone. There were no words on it. 
The protagonist knelt down in front of his tomb and touched the coarse and shabby tombstone. He spoke in a low and husky voice, "There is no inscription. In that case, I shall write my own epitaph." 
A text box appeared on the screen. Players could type whatever they want. The word limit was ten Chinese characters. 
Qiao Liang scratched his head. 
Naming was his biggest frustration. He was currently facing a serious challenge. 
What kind of epitaph should he write? 
A more optimistic one to encourage himself? 
Or a resolute one to fit in with the solemn atmosphere? 
Or, maybe he should try to be funny? 
He squeezed his brain juices for some literary phrases, and yet he did not have the academic ability for that. Moreover, Boss Pei was watching him from the sides. If what he wrote was too long, it might appear as though he was trying to show off. That was not very appropriate. 
Qiao Liang pondered for a while and wrote down four words: You can do it. 
This simple sentence could serve as an encouragement to him! 
After all, the difficulty level of the game was very high. If he died in the game, seeing that encouragement could boost his confidence and prepare him for the incoming challenges. 
After another simple transition animation, the four-word epitaph written in ancient characters was ingrained into the tombstone; and the game had officially begun. 
Round two, here I come!
Qiao Liang was extremely energetic. He was prepared to perform well in front of Boss Pei. 
After all, he had been receiving Boss Pei's salary for such a long time. He must be bound to show some improvements. 
Qiao Liang took out the mourning stick that he earned after defeating the Black and White Impermanence in the first round of the game. It was a two-handed weapon that looked like a long and thick rod. There were many white papers stuck on the rod. 
It was a good heavy weapon, and its damage is quite high. Moreover, it had an additional weapon effect. After using it, the weapon could deal AOE damage to the enemies at the front and extract a small amount of their three souls and seven spirits. 
I need to showcase my abilities properly in front of Boss Pei!
Qiao Liang was very confident. After all, he had completed round one with his own abilities. He had fought many bosses and was very experienced. Those few monsters in the newbie village did not pose a threat to him at all. 
The protagonist rushed forward with his mourning stick. 
Qiao Liang remembered clearly that those few monsters at the beginning of the game would just stand mindlessly at the mass grave. They would only fight back when they were attacked. Therefore, he rushed forward valiantly. 
However, in the middle of his tracks, the three monsters near the mass grave turned and looked at him simultaneously. Then, they surrounded him! 
Qiao Liang was shocked at what happened, but it was too late for him to retract. He tumbled on the ground instinctively and found himself directly in front of the monster's blade. 
The three monsters each slashed the protagonist once. Qiao Liang was instantly dead. 
The screen turned gray. In the middle of the screen was the epitaph that he had written. The words were bloody red and were written in ancient Chinese. 
"You can do it." 
No. Wasn't the epitaph supposed to encourage me? 
Why did the connotations of the same few words change?
It was a little awkward. 
Qiao Liang scratched his head involuntarily. 
He felt that he was using the weapon that was a reward for defeating the boss to fight little monsters. However, he had been killed in no time. When he lost, it felt as though there was a voice-over saying, "You can do it." 
Reading between the lines, those words were saying that he did great, considering that he was dominated by the little monsters even though he had the boss's weapon. 
Qiao Liang was unsatisfied with the previous outcome. 
When he was revived, he decided to proceed steadily. He managed to successfully defeat the three monsters at the entrance of the mass grave. However, very soon, he was dead once again at the next turn. 
"You can do it." 
Those four bloody red words once again appeared on his screen. 
Qiao Liang did not know what to say. "…" 
He cupped his forehead and was starting to doubt himself. 
What was happening…? 
Pei Qian was watching everything from beside Qiao Liang. He was trying to hold in his laughter. 
This epitaph was incredible. It had perfectly achieved his desired effect! 
In reality, Pei Qian had already planned that the words on the epitaph would turn into a sarcastic comment no matter what the players wrote on it. 
Even if the players wrote encouraging epitaphs such as 'Good job. You did great.', they would become a form of irony when the players died. 
If the epitaphs were already sarcastic—such as 'Noob', '?', 'Loser', or 'Hehe'; the effects would be much better. 
That meant that no matter what the players wrote as their epitaphs, 99% of them would be toyed by Boss Pei and mocked repeatedly by him! 
That would definitely create an excellent effect that discouraged the players from continuing with the game. Combined with the refund mechanism that never expired, Pei Qian would lose huge numbers of sales volume and money. 
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Thinking about it made Pei Qian extremely happy! 
Furthermore, seeing how Teacher Qiao was doubting himself, Pei Qian's mood turned for the better. 
Pei Qian could only tell himself this: 
Although inflicting harm onto each other was bad, it made him extremely happy! 


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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Chapter 1

My story began when I turned eighteen. The age when you become a fully responsible adult in the eyes of the government.
Well, theoretically my story began even earlier. To be precise it began more than a hundred years ago and in a different reality. A reality where a series of games existed called Mass Effect. A game that became my new reality.

I never found out how or even why. In the end, I didn't care much about it.

At first, I even thought that I was just reborn into the future. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Humanity was still confined to the Sol-System and had colonies on Luna and Mars. There was nothing that screamed Mass Effect at me, it just looked and felt like the future.
But that changed from one day to the next, when it was announced that alien ruins had been found on Mars. They called these aliens Protheans.

I swear my heart stopped for a moment when I heard the news.
At that moment I was already 23 years old and came to terms with the whole being reborn long ago. But hearing that I wasn't just reborn but flung into a different reality was something else.
The first thing I did after the news was that I checked the internet for BioWare and Mass Effect.
I got dozens of hits for BioWare but none for Mass Effect.
Not. A. Single. One!
It seemed like they never had the idea for that series.
But there was something I would call a ray of hope, BioWare made a KotoR 3 and it was great! Just some information by the side.

But back to the situation at hand.

I knew what would be coming, the first contact war with the Turians, the whole trope of humanity becoming part of the Citadel, Cerberus and of course the Reapers and the galactic war with them.
While I looked out of the window of my apartment onto the skyline of London and the Thames I pondered what options I had.
I could do nothing and live my life to the fullest and hope that Shepard would do the right thing and destroy the Reapers or I could try to meddle with the future and prepare humanity and the rest of the galaxy as best as I could.

The means to do something meaningful were available to me. When my father died he left me his mining-company and the beginnings of a company centered around starship construction. I was fifteen at the time and couldn't take control of the company just yet. My mother died three years before him and I suspected he never really recovered from it. He wasn't a bad father, far from it, he did try, but he was broken inside. For me it was hard too, losing your mother is never easy even for someone who had already lived another life. It probably helped that I wasn't born aware of my old life so that I truly could form a connection with my new parents. The first memories came slowly when I was 8 years old and would continue for the next to years before I would understand that those weren't vivid dreams but memories of a previous life. And when mom died the shock released probably them all and I remembered fully.

After dad died I would concentrate on learning everything I could about business, economy and starship engineering. In my old life I already had a degree in business and economy so I wasn't that hard to (re-)learn it but starship engineering and engineering, in general, was something else. Especially, since there were a hundred years more to it than I knew of. Concepts and theories I had never heard of and scientist of my old life would never have thought of, yet.

But I was determined to make my dad's dream true. He had always spoken of how he would have loved to explore the stars and to see different planets. That was why he was branching out into starship construction.

I still remembered when I was six or seven and dad took me out into the wild for camping. We looked up into the night sky, away from any city and could see the stars. He had this faraway look in his eyes when he spoke to me. "Son", to this day I remember what he said with an impossible clarity "we humans have always wondered what is out there in the galaxy and now we're on the verge of finding out. I feel it deep in my heart. That's why I want to fly up there one day and just explore. Seeing new things, sights no human ever set sights on before. That is my dream and I hope you will find a dream of your own one day." I could only nod at his words and thought how cool my dad was.

After his death, I swore I would make his dream come true in his stead.

Officially, I took control over the companies when I turned eighteen but practically that happened two years later when I got my degree in business and economy.

Hey, don't think that took to long for one who was already practiced in it. I studied engineering with a focus on starships by the side which took me one more year to get my degree in.

For the next two years, after I took over and had to fire one or two of the executive part for embezzling, helped consolidate my position in the company, not gonna lie, I focused on expanding on our mining operations first. Processed resources were always something needed and in an age of space exploration in was even more needed. Especially when I wanted to build my own starships one day. To produce the materials needed for construction would make production cheaper and in the end, I could make more money with them even if sold cheaper than those of my rivals.
To that goal, I hired some scientists and engineers to invent equipment that would make mining easier, cheaper and faster.
It took them six months but they constructed VI-controlled drones that helped the workers immensely with breaking up the minerals in the soil and refining them into useable materials. It worked like a charm and my company saw exponential growth for the next two years and it didn't stop there because the team that created the drones continued to make them even better or finding new areas where and how those drones could be used. Furthermore, my mining company grew to the point that it encompassed 41% of all extraterrestrial mining operations and was still growing.
All the while the starship company slowly grew as well and the cheap materials allowed for experimentation with design.

But that was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment because I was still pondering the question of what I should do.

I could let the events of the games play out and hope for the best or I could do something. I wasn't sure what I could do. Supporting Shepard? That was a given but how should I do it? I didn't have any special abilities, biotics weren't even a thing yet, nor did a have a technological superior combat suit, moreover I wasn't even a soldier or even had the potential to be one. My Sister, in my previous life, was one and told me that I would never survive military life. Proud as I was I disagreed and she dared me to spend one week with her doing standard exercises.
Waking up at dawn, training, doing chores and more training. I barely survived the first day and at the end of the third, I truly hated her.
After the week, she told me that that wasn't even the hardest that she experienced and I couldn't fathom how I could survive an even harder regime. Pride shattered, I agreed with her that military life wasn't for me.

Thinking about my sister, let me smile. She had been six years older than me and had always watched over me. Every time I needed help or needed advice, I just had to ask. In this life, I was an orphan with no sibling that I could turn to, so I looked in the past to find an answer.
For the next ten minutes, I just looked out the window, reminiscing, interrupted only by sipping on my glass of Irish whiskey.

Then suddenly something my sister once said flew through my mind and the thought let me stand up on reflex.
A grin came over my face when I remembered her words.
"You know, if you even had only a half the interest in politics that you have in business, you could probably become president in less than twelve years. After all, you have a way with words, you probably could sell sand in the desert and make a killing with it."

At the time I just laughed and asked her if she would like to invest in my business but now, now her words truly struck something in me. A path opened up before me. A path that would lead me to the center of the action while away from the battlefields. A way to truly move something, to prepare for the Reapers, to make things better in the galaxy even after the Reapers were dealt with.

I knew what I wanted to do, what I wanted to be.

Neither Anderson nor Udina would stand in my way.

I would become the human councilor!

"Well, it seemed like I made my decision of what to do and I even had a goal to boot! Becoming the human councilor would let me have a direct influence on galactic politics and events.

But that would be far off into the future. If I remembered the timeline it would take something between 32 to 36 years before the events of Mass Effect happened, hell it would take a decade before the first contact war with the Turians.

That thought let me stop. I knew that in a few years the Turians would attack Shanxi and my knowledge could help prevent it but the question was, should I?

My foreknowledge could be interpreted as a kind of time travel, where the traveler tries to change events in the past to create a better future. But by using his knowledge of what is to come he could make these events happen in the first place or he changes the events and instead of a positive effect on the future it is even worse than before.

Still pondering the question I poured myself another glass of whiskey. Was it my second or already my third? I didn't know, thinking of monumental and history-altering decisions lets you ignore such minor things.

Taking a small sip, I cherished the light burning in my throat, reminding me that this was real and no fabrication of my mind. Well, maybe it was but was reality truly something different than a fabrication of our mind? It takes the information of our surroundings and interprets them, the result is what we call reality. Who can say that my previous life on earth in the 21st century was real and not just a bad dream of some kind of animal?

For me, the reality was the here and now, my reality was the beginnings of the Mass Effect universe. No, it wasn't just the Mass Effect universe, it was my Mass Effect universe. Who could say what the future would bring? Maybe my being here had already changed things irredeemably from the original timeline. Did ME even have an original timeline? Take a look at Shepard for example, he or she could be born on earth, on Mindoir or in space. Different places and probably different parents. And do not forget that Shepard could become the survivor of Akuze, the Butcher of Torfan or the Hero of Elysium. And that are all variables before the game even begins, I don't wanna even discuss the different classes that Shepard could be because that would mean differences in his/her training.

Another question was if I could even influence the coming events. The answer to that was a resounding no. I had no pull in any government and even if I had it would be useless because the System Alliance didn't exist yet. They would be founded in the coming years in response to the discovery of the Prothean ruins or was it because of the Charon Relay? No matter, I would wait and then start to make myself vital to the Alliance. They would be the key player in galactic politics for humanity and being a part of them would give me the chance to become councilor later on. Furthermore, they would be the military arm of humanity as well and it would do well to support them if we wanted to have a better chance at repelling the Reapers.

In the end, my decision on what to do was as simple as it was complicated. I would let things play out and deal with them as they come. No more worrying about deviating events or possible futures, no human being was made to control the future and anyone who thought differently was a fool. You could influence the possibility of a specific future but never dictate all details.

With that decision, my mind began to formulate a 'battleplan' for the immediate future. I would need a strong support base to truly change anything and just expanding my mining business wouldn't do the trick. That didn't mean I wouldn't expand in that sector, oh I definitely would expand there, materials would become even more valuable but I had to branch out. My still small starship company "Ad Astra" would be a key in the coming years. I would try to become the major supplier of space vessels for the Alliance, which would give me an entry in the political arena of the Alliance that I could later use as a stepping stone to the Citadel.

Another thing was that I could try to support the invention and development of technology apart from Element-Zero and mass effect, remembering the revelation that the mass relays and the citadel were built by the Reapers to control the development of galactic civilizations and guide them down a specific path. And what about the end of Mass Effect 3? Did the crucible render the mass relays unusable or could they still be used? I didn't know but I would work on the assumption that they would not. Hope for the best and be prepared for the worst. That was a good motto to hold onto.

What else could be done?

That question swirled through my mind and dozens of ideas came up, some dismissed but some held promise.
Weapons for example, not just small arms, no, weapons for ships, maybe even orbital defense like those in Halo. That was an interesting thought. Why try to think up everything from scratch when hundreds of fictional ideas could work? After all, something was just so long fiction until somebody brought it into reality. Mass Effect was something fictional before and now it was real, at least to me.

The rough outline of my plan for the next ten years was done. I would expand my mining business, "Ad Astra" and branch out into weapon development and other technological avenues.
Moreover, I would try to become a key player in the Alliance itself, it would be easier while it was still young and not recognized as the power it would become.

I smiled as my gaze wandered over the skyline of London at night.
My glass raised to a toast I remembered the old Chinese curse.
"May we live in interesting times."

I hope you liked the first chapter of 'Intersting Times'.
As you could read it is an SI/OC story but I hope somewhat different from the normal ones.
Most SI-stories that I read about where about how someone tries to change the galaxy as
a member of Shepards team, an SI that changes the canon as a soldier with a weapon in hand.
Don't get me wrong there are some pretty good ones but I wanted to do something uncommon.
I love those ME-fics that have a different humanity and the politics that happen in them, the interaction between
characters that have political power is something that I find interesting and I wanted to do something like that.
For example the interactions between the Council and the Wardens of the Mantle in evevee's Halo/ME-fic 'On the Illusion of Might' is something I truly enjoy.

Well, enough about that.
Please review, any critic that could help to make this story even better is wanted.
Even ideas about what would be nice is welcomed (but those please per PM)

Read you later
Zanarkand Kido

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Deus leaned on the window of the bus with deep thoughts of what he would do if he had the fortune to be able to to reincarnate, or have a system in general. 'Life truly will remain dull.... ' Deus thought, but just then, his phone began ringing and vibrating.

Ring!* Ring!*

Retrieving his phone from within his pockets, he checked on who had just texted him, 'Who the hell is almighty? Did they get the wrong person? ' He was confused on how they had gotten his phone's information number, and continued on by reading what the person had texted him.

<Do you wish to play a game?>

His expectations miraculously dropped, and he rolled his eyes believing it was one of his so called 'friends' that wanted to prank them.

Deus was confident it was them that sent the text because they had been pranking him this entire year, but his slight curiosity to what their prank was gonna be had made him reply with a yes.

Few seconds later, Almighty sent a post to him of an rpg - like character customization screen. 

'Interesting.' Deus was quite intrigued on what they were planning to do, so he pressed on the text and it brought him to the character sheet he had seen before.

[Name:(Undecided) Level: 1]
[Class:
(Magician)(Warrior)(Archer)(Merchant)(Chief)(Treasurer)(Blacksmith)(Priest)(Thief)]
[SubClass:
(Magician)(Warrior)(Archer)(Merchant)(Chief)(Treasurer)(Blacksmith)(Priest)(Thief)]
[Health: 100/100]
[Mana: 100/100]
[Aura: 100/100]
__________________________
Strength: [10]+
Constitution: [10]+
Dexterity: [10]+
Agility: [10]+
Intelligence: [10]+
Luck: [10]+
__________________________
Stat Points: [50]
Skill Points: [25]
Perk Points: [5]
__________________________
[Finished]

He chose the usual name he used in games, but when he reached the class and stat section he didn't know what to pick.

'Maybe I should change things up a bit? ' Curious about playing with other classes, he had decided to go for the mysterious and magical merchant type character in some novels and games he had seen them in.

To make a character to suit his needs, he chose the magician for his main class, and the merchant as his sub-class. Thinking about where to distribute his stat points, he chose the one's he thought would suit his classes needs.

[Name:Ookurikara Deus Level: 1]
[Class:Magician]
[SubClass:Merchant]
[Health: 250/250]
[Mana: 1,000/1,000]
[Aura: 100/100]
__________________________
Strength: [15]
Constitution: [25]
Dexterity: [15]
Agility: [15]
Intelligence: [20]
Luck: [30]
__________________________
Stat Points: [0]
Skill Points: [25]
Perk Points: [5]
__________________________
Perks:
[Gamer's Mind: Allows calm state of mind. Immunity to psychological mass effect]
[Gamer's Body: Grants a body that allows for the user to live the real world like a game]
[Blessed Magica I: Intelligence equals fifty points of mana]
[Intellectual: Gains in intelligence increased]
[Golden Finger: Increased drops by 50%]
[Charismatic: Increased charisma by 25%]
__________________________
Skills:
[I.D Create I: Create an instant dungeon]
[I.D Escape I: Leave instant dungeon]
[Observe I: Collection of data through use]
__________________________
[Continue] [Reset]

'All these perks and abilities..... the classes I chose aren't that bad. 'Deus pressed on continue, and it brought him to a screen filled with skills he could buy with his skill points. He bought crafting, blacksmithing, mana control, and sewing for his future plans, and l pressed finish. Another screen popped up, but this one had perks to buy instead of skills, and they were all the same in cost!

The first thing he bought with his points was the blessed growth, then unseen might, then ambidextrous, then mystical creation, and finally charismatic aura for the heck of it.

[Name:Ookurikara Deus Level: 0]
[Class:Magician]
[SubClass:Merchant]
[Health: 250/250]
[Mana: 1,000/1,000]
[Aura: 100/100]
__________________________
Strength: [15]
Constitution: [25]
Dexterity: [15]
Agility: [15]
Intelligence: [20]
Luck: [30]
__________________________
Stat Points: [0]
__________________________
Perks:
[Gamer's Mind: Allows clam state of mind. Immunity to psychological mass effect]
[Gamer's Body: Grants a body that allows for the user to live the real world like a game]
[Blessed Magica I: Intelligence equals fifty points of mana]
[Intellectual: Gains in intelligence increased]
[Golden Finger: Increased drops by 50%]
[Charismatic: Increased charisma by 25%]
[Blessed Growth: Growth rate has been increased]
[Unseen Might: Reduce all stats by 1/3, but after release stats are tripled for 1/3 the time of reduction]
[Ambidextrous: Both sides contain the same amount of strength and control, increasing all stats by 10%]
[Mystical Creation: Increased chances for magical effects on creations]
[Charismatic Aura: Increased 'aura' and natural attractiveness]
__________________________
Skills:
[I.D Create I: Create an instant dungeon]
[I.D Escape I: Leave instant dungeon]
[Observe I: Collection of data through use]
[Crafting I: Proficiency in ths use of combining materials to craft increased by 10%]
[Blacksmithing I: Proficiency in the use of metals to create something increased by 10%]
[Mana Control I: Proficiency in controlling mana increased by 10%]
[Sewing I: Proficiency in creating clothes increased by 10%]
__________________________
[Continue]

'I guess the skill and perk points were only meant to be used in buying starting perks, what a downer.. ' Deus wasn't that bothered by not being able to earn or use perk and skill points, but it did make him a little disappointed at not having the chance to be overpowered.

[Merchant: Shop Keeper]
[Merchant: Trafficker]

'The choice is obvious. ' He of course chose the shop keeper type merchant, but only because they were the more common ones to be seen as mysterious.

[Appearance: (Describe or Copy)]

Deus thought it over for a while, then after making his decision he typed in 'Ookurikara' as his appearance, and pressed copy. He watched as his naked avatar materialised beside the screen, and he was shocked that the game included the private part as well!

Ding!*

A notification blocked the screen, and it read: [Open Starter Pack?][Y/N]

'Of course! ' Deus pressed on yes, then notification of items popped up and covered the his phone's screen.

[Gained: Dishonored II Mask, Templar Clothing, Vamperix Duel Swords, Duel Hounding Knives, Blacksmith's Hammer, and 500 Magic Stones]

'I didn't expect this many items! I wonder what they all do? ' Deus clicked on the little question mark in the top right corner, and information spewed out.

[Mask Of The Dishonored: The mask was created to hide Corvo from recognition, and help him in his war against his empire.
(95% Unrecognisable)(Allows Zooming)]

[Templar Assasin's Clothing: This outfit belongs to the Colonial Rite of The Templar Order. (45% Increased Stealth)(50% Increased Speed)]

[Vamperix Duel Swords: Twin blades forged from black steel, and refined in vampiric essense. (Regenerative Durability)(Killing Heals Self)]

[Twin Hounding Knives: Twin throwing knives forged from hell hounds. (Seeking Knives)(Always Returns)]

[Blacksmith's Hammer: The hammer of the blacksmith god; Isar'van. (Increased Quality of Creations)(Changing Weight)]

[Magic Stonex500: Currency, and stones used for enchantment and creations]

'I feel more excited to try this game out now. ' Deus pressed on the start button, and waited for any changes in the screen.
...
....
.....
'Damn, they got my hopes up. ' He already knew that it was probably a prank, but he couldn't help but have gotten his hopes up to play.

'I won't fall for these pr- ' Blinding light erupted out from his phone, vertigo hit him like a train and he vanished from his world.

Deus, had gotten a mysterious text from 'The Almighty', and customised a game character for himself. Unfortunately, he was than inserted into a world he knew with hot girls, creatures of darkness, anchient evil, and mystical energy.

Now the only problem is.....why did he choose to be a merchant as his sub - class?
*Gender-Bending Warning*

What will you do when in the middle of the night, you will wake up with a wild Deadpool standing in front of your bed ?
And how will you react when your entire life will turn into a game?

I do not own anything other than the story and the OC characters.

Chapter 158

What happened next was brilliant, blinding, and all together terrifying. James made a mental note to remove the upgrade from his Secret Boss whenever dungeon wars weren't active. He doubted any players would ever go against the Secret Boss if he left that skill active.

Even as The Candy Man's axe came swinging down, The Perfect Cognivore suddenly detached from his tail, and barreled into BLANK's secret boss. The Perfect Cognivore dug his clawed hands into the enemy's gumdrop armor, and at point blank released all eight of his harpoons. That close, and with the pressure driving them forward, they broke into the gingerbread cookie body of the secret boss and latched on tight.

The Perfect Cognivore used his massive, powerful steampunk legs, and the momentum of the moment, to shove his trapped foe and himself past the muffin mines and closer to The Muffin Man. All the while, James's Secret boss continued to glow brighter. That was, of course, something James was used to. After all, the core within the Terminus normally detonated.

However, the Perfect Cognivore's version was a bit more…destructive. When the Terminus detonated, it was after he died, with the core just becoming unstable and erupting. Now, the Perfect Cognivore was purposefully overloading his own nuclear reactor, preparing it for eruption. As the energy continued to grow within James's secret boss, James could see the armor plating around the Perfect Cognivore actually closing in on the boss, condensing inward, to create a pressurized chamber for the reactor. Now not only was there going to be a nuclear blast, but it was going to be amplified 10-fold from what James had previously seen.

A split second later, the light, which had been momentarily hidden as The Perfect Cognivore's armor completely closed in and encompassed it, leaked out from his form. The metal plating cover James's Secret Boss glowed brightly from the heat, and James watched as the Perfect Cognivore's face took on a cruel grin.

"Lights out chap." The Perfect Cognivore said, just before he erupted in a massive nuclear explosion. James looked away just in time to avoid starring directly into the bright flash of light, though even with his orb turned away from the explosion, and his giant eyeball closed and covered by his tentacles, it was as if he could see clearly. So bright was the explosion, that he would have believed he were staring into the sun. He waited, counting, for 10 seconds, before the light finally faded.

As it did, James willed himself to turn back around, and take in the battlefield. Where the Secret Bosses had battled, nothing remained. Instead, a massive crater had formed, blackened and scorches, and almost seeming to have turned, in some parts, into a glass like substance. Looking down into the crater, James realized that his assessment that nothing remained, had been wrong.

In the very center, a mass of glowing, radiating, molten metal seemed to rest. It pulsed with unnatural light, and James could feel his vision blurring as his eyeball burned just from looking at it.

He had heard of a similar such substance that had existed in the real world, created from the devastating nuclear accident at Chernobyl. A mass of a substance known as corium, which was created during the nuclear meltdown. It had been named The Elephants foot, and was a mass of extremely hot, extremely dangerous and radioactive material, that existed and remained deadly for over 50 years after the accident.

Now, DCO was a video game world, meaning normally things like radiation poisoning wouldn't be a thing. So, in theory, players would be able to likely get close to that mass of remaining molten material in the center of that crater, if they wanted to. Of course, DCO also wasn't a normal game. And James had not only unlocked radiation for his disease menu, courtesy ironically, of BLANKs players and his M.I.N.E. Craft, but had played around with it quite a bit.

Something that James was really hoping he would get to see soon. Movement along the edge of his vision, was saying he was going to get a good view of it, sooner rather than later.

"Look at that Rue." He whispered, motioning towards the fog of war. His players had already begun running back towards his spawn area the moment the Perfect Cognivore had begun glowing. And by running, James meant they had full on sprinted, atop their dicken mounts, away from the battlefield. However, James had been hoping some of BLANKs players would stick around to watch the fight. After all, only a few of them had seen what happened when the Terminus was defeated.

Sure enough, as James watched the fog of war, he saw a handful of BLANK players stumble out. They were waving their hands about wildly as a sickly, irradiated glow encompassed their bodies. Their status bars showed that they were currently blinded, deafened, dazed, and irradiated.

The first three statuses were a deadly combination, if there were any enemy players around. However, it was the final one, that was actually going to be their downfall. Especially if the unlocked portions of his disease menu did exactly what he thought they would.


Irradiation (Unique Disease)

Disease Effects

Antimagical Resistance (5disease points (DP))- This disease has an increased chance to resist being cleansed, dependent on the amount of magical healing a player has received. For every magical spell applied to a player, the disease has an additional 1x (DP) chance to resist being cleansed.

Proximity Illness (4DP)- This disease has an increased chance to spread to players nearby. This illness has a 5xDP percent chance to spread to players within 5xDP feet of a player. The disease will attempt to effect players in proximity once every minute, until a player either dies, or is cleansed

Unique Effects

Radiation (1 radiation point)

Mutation level 1 (5DP)- Players will undergo a random mutation within 30 seconds of being exposed to radiation. Additional mutations will be applied every 10 minutes, unless a player is cleansed.

Mutation level 2 (10DP)- Players who undergo mutations will lose complete control over themselves. Until they die, or are healed, they will be treated as a drunk character, resulting in their temporary inability to control their character.

In essence, James had figured, as he dumped all 24 of his disease points into crafting this disease, and his single radiation point to even use this tree, that he would be able to create a disease that could turn BLANKs players against themselves. In DCO, and actually many immersion games, whenever a player became so drunk that they would normally become extremely sick or 'black out' they were instead returned to their own waiting area. From there, individuals were welcome to play other games, relax, or in Manly The Dwarf's instance, learn the lore of the game.

Once the detrimental effect had run its course, players would receive a notification allowing them to hop right on back into whatever game they had been playing. Seeing that he could essentially apply that effect to BLANKs players with his irradiated disease, well, it was a no brainer. Even if it had cost him 10 of his 24 disease points to do. James had no idea what the mutations would be, but if his steampunk dino mobs' mutations were anything to go off of, James was about to see an extremely interesting battle take place.

James had also taken care to confirm with Rue he was reading the disease menu correctly, before he even applied this tactic to the battlefield. Because obviously, while irradiating BLANKs forces, causing them to mutate and lose control of themselves sounded great, he had been worried about it effecting his players. However, according to the disease menu, effects of diseases would only be applied to enemies of his dungeon. Which, theoretically, in the case of dungeon wars and the fields of battle, meant BLANKs forces, not James's. Huzzah loopholes. Granted, if James had access to a disease menu, there was a chance BLANK did as well. However, James figured there was no way BLANK would have access to something as neat as radiation.

What was the worst BLANK could do? Create a disease that put James's players in a sugar coma? That was laughable, especially as James watched one of BLANK's player's eyes roll back in his head, as another head sprouted from his torso. Yup, that player was definitely no longer in control. A split second later, an adventurer dual wielding daggers grew two additional arms from outside of his back. Two more mutated as well, one growing an additional leg, the other having his body seem to grow larger and more muscular. At the same time, all of their eyes turned completely white, and their cries of confusion and anger turned into animalistic moans.

Achievement Unlocked

Even as James went to click on the achievement, he watched one last player stumble out of the fog of war. His eyes rolled back in his head, and James watched as the glow around his body seemed to flash. A moment later, his flesh went from glowing yet healthy, to rotten and saggy. His mouth gaped open, as he turned back towards the fog of war. Instead of an inaudible moan, he let out a single, long drawn out word.

"Braaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnnnsssssss."

Achievement Unlocked

Oh, this had to be good.

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

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

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