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

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

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The Town of Scarbridge rested on the outskirts of Bristol in Wales, Europe. It was a very peaceful, English seaside town which housed a few historical castles which had been renovated and are now being taken care of by wealthy members of the public who have moved in. There are one or two of them that are unoccupied which are taken care of by the state.

Legend states that one of those castles was visited by a man named Count Dracula while on his way to America. 

Tourists always made the town a sightseeing destination because of its beauty and its rich history. Its crystal clear waters, beautiful houses, bustling coastline with yachts and historical locations are sights to behold. 

Luke's grandparents moved here from England and it is here that his parents had remained. Luke loved living in this town that some have called a resort. It truly was a vacation for him everyday. Even though the estimated amount of persons in the town was between 10, 000 to 15, 000, no day was ever dull. There was always gossip and other things to talk about. 

The town even had their own football team, the Red Storks. The town's banner is portrayed by a red stork with a red and green banner behind it. 

Luke made his way towards the comic book store. There were people setting up banners for the Red Stork football team, who were having a test game today, in the afternoon. 

There were red and yellow banners, posters and even flyers on some stores, posts and even walls. The townspeople really do get carried away with themselves, Luke thought to himself. He had joined the junior team out of boredom. 

There were a few people on the streets crowding the newspaper guy and also the hot dog guy. A man sat on one of the benches which was close to Kennrick's location, while he fed nearby pigeons. Kennrick was seen, on his cell phone, playing a game.

On Thursday 12, 2000 year at 12 am, A bright light at the edge of the universe caused the entire universe to be temporarily trapped in a time bubble.

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Five individuals have now begun a quest to find out what was the source of the bright light and what are these strange and mysterious gemstones that were scattered across their town.

Milton Graves grew up a happy child, at least for the first few years of his life. His parents, Todd and Lucy, were hard working but they spoiled Milton to no end. They loved him and he loved them and their days were filled with love, happiness, and prosperity. Milton was fortunate enough to spend a lot of time with his parents.
They shared with him their love of comic books and thus he was introduced to a whole other world. A world full of people and otherworldly beings with amazing and frightening abilities, skills, and gadgets. The happiness that came from having the comic books and sharing those worlds with Milton made Todd and Lucy the happiest they had ever been. However, the world isn't all sunshine and fucking rainbows.
Lucy had been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer around the time she had become pregnant with Milton. She had been asymptomatic for years, but the symptoms started to appear after a few years and her health went on a decline. Todd attempted to stay strong for Milton's sake and even looked at getting Milton more comic books to read.
Then, the time had come for Lucy to go. Milton was heartbroken, but Todd...
Todd was destroyed due to losing Lucy.
He drank bottles upon bottles but he never touched Milton. Milton was a smart kid and he knew that if he didn't fix his dad then he would lose him too.

"Dad, I need to talk to you."

Milton got his father's attention away from all the booze and TV.

"Hey sport, what's up?"

Milton took a deep breath and with all the air in his lungs he yelled with all the courage he could.

"Get up of your lazy ass and do something with your life you deadbeat piece of shit!!!!!"

Todd was taken aback by what his 8 year old son had said. The first thing that caught him off guard was that his young son had used such profanity and the second thing was that he had no idea how to respond to those words. He thought for a minute and came up with a response.

"Milton, where did you hear those words?"

Milton looked at his dad and without skipping a beat he replied with.

"Xbox Live."

Todd muttered under his breath, 'Those damn video games.' He then looked back at his son and asked what he had in mind on how to occupy his time.
Milton ran to the office and came back pushing a large box with some numbers written on the side. Todd saw the box and recalled what was in it, the start to his comic book collection.

"Well dad, since you love comic book why not open a store?"

Todd thought about the idea for a sec and realized that with all of the new games that had been surfacing in various game stores. He also knew that the nearest game store was about 600 miles away. The town they lived in had a decent sized population and there were a few other towns nearby that had moderate populations. So Todd put down his bottle, cleaned up his act and showed his son the idea for the gaming hub that would reach thousands.

Todd and Milton began looking for the perfect place to host their shop. After looking at a few different locations, they settled on a larger space that had many unsuccessful businesses. The landlord was hesitant to make a deal with Todd as the other businesses had been more common place and had failed to prosper so what hope did a game shop have. Luckily, Todd had been a businessman and convinced the landlord to let them stay for a year and if they failed then they would move out. 

Todd made sure to get all of his documentation in order and began to order their inventory and decorations. Within three months, Todd and Milton had successfully opened their store, the Graveyard. The Graveyard had a slow opening but as word spread of the game store people flocked to it from all over the county and even some from other counties. 

"Wow dad, we did it. People can enjoy all their hobbies and we can share our hobbies with other people."

Todd hadn't seen Milton smile so much since his wife had been alive but he knew that if it wasn't for Milton, he would never have been so lucky to have this dream come true. The piece de resistance for the store was a comic book that was put in a special shadow box for all to admire. The comic was old, almost 100 years old, but it was the most expensive item in the store because of how rare it was. Many customers had offered to buy the comic but Todd had all turned them down.

Milton was told long ago, "No matter what happens Milton, promise me you won't ever sell that comic. It's very important to me and one day it will be yours. That comic is the only one of its kind."

Milton never forget those words as a kid and he remembered them into his teens. The popularity of the Graveyard also grew as Milton had and he soon felt the effects of it on the town. The last name Graves was well known throughout the town, the county and even the state. People had poured so much money and time into the Graveyard that many businesses even paid Todd to advertise some of the businesses in the shop. 

Todd, being the businessman that he was, couldn't say no and this allowed for more funding to be brought into the Graveyard which allowed for events, like MtG tournaments and charity events, to take place. Milton also became popular in the store because puberty had hit him pretty hard. He had always been on the taller side as well as being built like a twig but his love of comic books inspired him to be look like a super hero. He started training intensely and he grew taller, by his senior year of high school he was 6'5" and around 240 lbs. 

"Hey Milton, are you gonna stay after school and play some rugby on the pitch?"

"Nah, not today. I gotta go help out at the Graveyard."

"Alright, catch ya later Tombstone."

Tombstone, the ever so popular nickname that the students had given Milton due to his association with the Graveyard and his size. Milton had become well liked by his peers and he had learned about business from helping his dad run the store. The store had been expanded three times and almost covered an acre of land. Milton had become somewhat of a poster boy for the store and had even dressed up as some superheroes for kids birthday parties. He had never mind it because he knew that he was spreading joy and laughter to those around him.

While Milton had been an athlete and got good grades in school, he always knew that he wanted to help his dad run the store full time. The store was successful but it had a few issues. The store was in a very prime location to build a large business office on and many CEOs had come to Todd and offered him large sums of money to buy the store and all the land it came with. However, Todd made a promise to himself, Milton and his deceased wife that he would never sell the store to anyone. Milton had taken the same oath and swore upon his mother's grave that he would never sell the store. However, there was another issue with the store in the form of a comic book. 

Actually, it was the comic book. That rare comic book had been discovered a plethora of collectors who wanted it and tried many different ways to get it. Todd has poured a lot of many just to protect it and collectors had stopped for awhile but he knew one day that they would try to get it. The last issue was a man named Stick. Stick had gone to pawn shops and several book stores to buy comic books and then try to flip them at the Graveyard. However, Todd and Milton knew if a comic book was worth any money and Stick would always complain about how unfair they were. Stick was a notorious drug addict and he always tried to make enough money for his next fix.
A/N: Sorry for using this troupe but you know the story goes.
One day Stick was over all the bullshit that Todd and Milton had put him through and he decided enough was enough. He came in one day with a stack of comics and what looked like a game books. 

"What can I help you with this time Stick?"

"Oh nothing much, say did I ever tell you how I got my nickname?"

"No, I don't thin-"


Todd made the classic comic book mistake of never reading between the lines as Stick had stuck Todd with a butterfly knife. Milton wasn't at the store yet as he was on his way from school. As Stick hopped the counter to break into the cash register he heard the door chime.

'Ding ding'

"Hey dad, I'm here. Did we get that new pack of Yugioh cards yet?"

Milton then saw the scene that was ripped straight from the comics he loved. His father was lying on the floor bleeding out and Stick was trying to open the register. Then, all Milton saw was red and sprinted towards the register. His massive hand went for Stick's throat and Milton pulled him over the counter.

"You sick fucking little piece of shit. What did you do to my dad?!"

"H-hi M-milton, I-i was just trying to sell some comics."

"Don't play that bullshit with me. If he doesn't make it through this, then you're gonna change your name to Thomas Wayne."

Milton let the druggy go and called 911. While Milton was trying to save his dad, Stick ran out the back, down the side alley and was never heard from again. Sadly, Todd succumbed to his wound at the hospital and the whole town closed down to mourn the loss of the man who had strengthened their community. The landlord cut a deal with Milton that the rent would be taken care of and the other store owners in the town had actually pitched in to help support the store. Milton had been offered a free ride by many colleges for his academics and athletics but he turned them all down so he could run the Graveyard.

7 years later...

Milton had graduated high school and took over the Graveyard. It certainly hadn't died in popularity and while the customer base had changed a bit it was still a hangout for many comic book lovers.

"Harley Quinn is the best supervillain in Batman's rogues."

"Bitch please, Catwoman is the best. She would easily beat Harley Quinn."

Both of the young boys, Julius and Thomas ran to Milton in order to settle their argument.

"Milton, who's better Catwoman or Harley Quinn?"

"Well boys, its actually a suggestive question. It's really a matter of who you think is better. Plus other people's opinions about your favorite things don't mean shit."

"Wow."

"But you're both wrong, Poison Ivy is the best."

Before both boys had the chance to argue, Milton pointed to the live sized cardboard cut out of Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy. The boys looked at each other and found the owners logic quite sound. 
'Oh the naivety of children, how I miss it.'

Milton had managed to stay strong and persevere in maintaining the Graveyard for the past 7 years on his own. He hadn't hired any employees because he found it hard to trust people and he wanted to maintain his father's legacy. He had put on weight since he had graduated and taken over the story but he was still plenty strong. However, there was someone watching the store. Watching and waiting for the perfect moment.

Later that night...

Milton was closing up the Graveyard for the night when the door chime went off.

'Ding ding'

"Sorry, we're closing up for the night."

"You can't even stay open for an old friend?"

'That voice, it can't be.'

"Stick, you finally showed your little rat ass back here."

When Milton turned around to face the murderer something caught his eye. A glass bottle with a rag sticking out of it in one hand and a lighter in the other.

"Stick, put that fucking bottle down now or I will break your neck."

"C'mon Milton, you think I didn't learn anything from all those comic books? Whenever the parent dies, always make sure to kill the kid so they can't take revenge."

While Milton didn't look athletic anymore, he was plenty fast and he rushed Stick. However, Stick was smart and flicked his lighter. The next thing that was seen was the glass bottle with a flaming rag go up in the air and Milton slamming Stick into the ground. It all happened so quickly but Milton was strangling Stick with his bare hands as the bottle fell to the ground. When Stick's breath finally stopped, Milton was too late as the bottle hit the ground and the store started to burn. The fire extinguisher was in the back room and by the time Milton had gotten it, the fire was far too big to extinguish. The only thing he could think of was the comic. Milton scrambled to get his drill and remove the shadow box from the wall. 

When the comic was finally free, Milton turned towards the door but the fire had gotten so crazy that there was no escaping through the front doors. Milton ran towards the back door but he forget that he had already locked it. The only Milton could do was go to the ground in the fetal position and clutch the shadowbox waiting for the smoke and fire to end him. For a second, he felt the burn of the fire on his skin and smoke in his lungs and then everything faded to black.

The Graveyard had burned down in the night and when morning came, the town could only see the horror that had befell the store. Stick's body was recovered, tagged and put into a grave but the remains of the Graveyard had been cleared and the lot had become a memorial to Milton and his parents. The town had gone silent and it slowly began to fade off the map. Although the town slowly began to die, the memorial still stood to honor the Graves and what they had done.

Somewhere else...

Milton suddenly awoke in an alley surrounded by old cardboard boxes and trash. He still had the shadow box albeit a little damaged from the smoke and fire. He tried to get a bearing on his surroundings but a loud crash had broken him out of it. He ran towards the noise even though he knew that was a fucking terrible idea and he saw something he never thought he'd ever see in his life.

He saw...

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

[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.

A soft boop rang in the air as we alighted onto the port, the light from the setting sun shone behind us as the sweet cry of the sea gulls heralded us to the bustling town.  Lights sprang into existence, beside the stores of the street -side peddlers as they hawked their wares and people flocked toward the shining lights as they laughed together.
A couple walked hand in hand as they enjoyed the evening sea breeze, the foam from the water flying over them as they walked on their merry way. 
Sorren stood next to me, a happy grin on his face as he beheld the joyous scene, of course this wasn't because he enjoyed the beautiful scene, no, it was because he was hungry! Loud bellows rang from his stomach at periodic intervals seemingly demanding food from its surroundings.
A worn out ruck sack hung from his shoulder, it contained the fruit we had looted earlier, which Fawkes had decided to kindly give to Sorren. Fawkes hung in the very back, a wince hung on his face as he glared at the people around him, his breath seemed unhurried, but nonetheless a tired knot formed on his shoulders as they stooped, giving him the appearance of a tired grandfather who had just made his way from his daily walk.
A yawn shook my body as I finally decided to move, advancing slowly to the nearest inn I found pick pocketing all in my path, dreading as I did the amount that would be eventually spent on the two gluttons that followed me .
"Boss, give me three rooms!" I shouted as I made my way to the counter of an inn called 'The Flighty fancy' that was the closest inn to the port that I could find, bringing my hand down on the counter as I attempted to draw the attention of a stocky middle aged man who looked to be in his late thirties. "Coming!" he said as he came up to the front and begun sizing my companions and me up.
His thick muscled arms hung in a dominating knot in front of his fat stomach, a white scarf hung around his neck and a faded brown apron hung around his previously mentioned mid section. A wispy brown beard and a pair of tired black eyes greeted me as he reached for the underside of the counter.
"So you'll be staying for…." he said as he regarded me obviously waiting for the answer to his question. "A day, maybe two not more than that though." I said as I looked back at him, my hands seemingly independently digging into my vest for the money that had been pocketed by me. 
"That'll be 600 belli, food needs to be additionally paid for, mind" he said as he counted the money that had been placed on his palms, before giving me three rusted copper keys which could only be the keys for the room that had been recently negotiated for.
"Boss, give me two tankards of sake" I began as I shot a look of consultation towards Fawkes, asking him whether he would infact partake in a glass of alcohol.  "and some food while you're at it, anything that can be served quickly, all of us are starving!" I said as I lead my companions towards a nearby vacated table so we could begin our obviously monstrous, possibly disturbing meal.

"Cap'n why can't I have sake?" Sorren whined as he looked at me with the eyes of an offended person. "That's because you are a child!" I refurbished as Fawkes chuckled in the background and I patted his head very much like one would to a pet dog.
A snigger arose in the nearby tables as their residents too laughed good naturedly at his antics. "Ya'll not from around here are ya?" a red nosed man asked as his eyes shone in a comic look, "Boys like 'im shouldn't be travelling around at 'is age, he should be playing instead" he said as he rose unsteadily to his feet, obviously unable to hold his liquor.
"Tell ya what kid, if you can beat me at a drinking competition, then I'll pay for your meals!" he continued, this comment directed at me. "Why not?" I said craftily as I too rose to my feet. "To make this a little fair to you old man, I'll pay for all the drinks" I said seriously, a little guilty for the amount of money that I would swindle from the man in a short period of time.
"Hoo YA! I am all fired upppp!" he roared, resembling a certain pink haired, muscle headed main character. "Boss, bring in the drinks!!" he roared as the atmosphere began to elevate, cheers began to ring in the air as the surrounding people became rowdier.
The inn keeper chuckled happily as he brought in tankards of sake and set them on the table, loud and satisfying thumps rung in the air as a stranger stood infornt of the table. "Readyyyy, Gooooooo!!" he roared as he handed the both of us a tankard each. 
"Drink! Drink! Drink!" the people roared as they cheered, loud glugs pierced through their cheers as both the participants chugged down the intoxicating substance, foam hung on our mouths as drops of the tasty drink ran down the side of the face before dripping onto the wooden table.
 The man opposite to me grinned with a shit eating expression before he reached for another tankard all the while leering at me with the expression of a superior.
Five  drinks later however, his proud expression had already fallen, now to be replaced by a confused expression as he looked at his surroundings. A loud thump echoed through the air as his legs wobbled.
"howyuuu doinn tha..?" he asked with a slurred voice that denoted his current intoxication. I had not even had to resort to my fruit's ability, my liquor tolerance had already long surpassed the common citizen, drinking with the somewhat odd ball of my family had already hardened me to the stupor that accompanied a drink.

A small rose on my face as I glanced toward the passed out man, 'he was not going to be happy' I thought, as I made my way to the table that housed my companions as I waved the inn keeper. 'He was not going to be happy at all..'

When our dear mc meets god, the only thing he could think of, was that God should not see his embarrassing life, especially not his fetishes. 

Follow along Gol D Lorean, as he adventures the high seas! 
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I suck at summaries, if y'all like one piece Id advise that you look at it, the mc will be op, but not by much, at least at the begining. No harem, a little romance, above average intelligence mc also can be expected! 

Even if mc is dumb, the author shall use his supreme ability to give PLOT credit for his smart deductions!! ?

Pusheen is a female cartoon cat who is the subject of codmic strips and sticker sets on Facebook. Pusheen was created in 2010 by Claire Belton and Andrew Duff for a comic strip on their website, Everyday Cute.

On the official Pusheen website Pusheen is described as being a female domestic shorthair which is grey and tabby. The original comic strip series included characters modeled after Belton, Duff, their dog named Care, and Pusheen, a chubby grey tabby cat based on Belton's cat that now lives with her parents in Oregon. Pusheen's name stems from the word puisín, which means kitten in Irish. Pusheen is sometimes seen with her sister, Stormy. Occasionally Pusheen and Stormy are drawn in different themes, such as Pusheenasarus Rex, where Pusheen is a dinosaur and Stormy is in a dinosaur egg.

Pusheen has become well known for appearing in Sticker sets on Facebook, which are images that can be attached to personal messages or comments. The feature, including a set of Pusheen stickers, was introduced to iOS in April 2013, and added to the main website in July of the same year. In an article for PC Magazine on emoji and unicode, Sascha Segan referred to Pusheen as Facebook's "proprietary emoji", being used as a form of Vendor lock-in.

In April 2017, the Pusheen Corporation acquired office space in the Park Ridge suburb of Chicago. The offices are used as a workspace for artists and photographers.

Pusheen is an example of the popularity of Cat's on the internet. An exhibition at the New York City Museum of the moving image examined the phenomenon, highlighting Pusheen alongside other celebrity cats such as Grumpy cat and Oil Bub. The Facebook page for Pusheen has over 9.4 million fans as of July 2017. The brand has expanded with merchandise including an app. Pusheen has expanded and moved beyond just Facebook and now takes part in multiple social media platforms such as: Instagram, Pinterest, and Twitter. This cartoon cat also has many fan pages within the platforms and blogs dedicated to celebrating the comic. Its popularity has even allowed the Pusheen Corp to create an app that is an expansion of their sticker collection that started on Facebook. Within each social media account that is officially owned by the creators of Pusheen the cat has gained over a million followers and counting. Due to this rise in popularity the company has started releasing GIFs on their website several times a month.

The Pusheen corporation started selling Pusheen merchandise after the popularity of the cat took off in July 2010. The first Pusheen merchandising was sold on the Everyday Cute website as a charm keychain, and necklace. From there the Merchandising expanded and now Pusheen Corp have teamed up with many brands to create and sell merchandise in stores such as Barnes & Noble, Hot Topic, and Petco. They have even expanded their merchandising to the website Hey Chickadee with merchandise collections dedicated to the cartoon cat, which range from plush toys by manufacturer Gund, clothing, accessories, knick-knacks, and much more. They even have a quarterly subscription box (which is a popular trend within online shopping) that is filled with Pusheen Products.

Thanks Wikipedia <3
~Jay

"I don't want to attend that fan meeting! I don't want to join the Marvel exhibition! I don't want to participate in the film's promotion! The film is a product of the Hollywood assembly line. My presence won't affect anything. I just want to go home!"
 "I have read your email, Qin Guan, but you need to stay in America until you finish your job! My expected date of delivery is around next February. You are of no help at home right now. Plus, we call each other every day. There is no difference. Okay, I'm busy. I have to go now. Bye!" Qin Guan felt like he had been abandoned in a foreign country. He could only fall asleep by holding Cong Nianwei's photos in his arms. As a father-to-be, he was obsessed with his wife and new baby. Even the bustling American downtown couldn't fill the void in his heart.
 He had been invited to attend the largest comic exhibition in the US as a way to promote "The Dark Knight". Warner Bros. had invested a lot in the movie, with the intention of creating another superhero legend that would make box office history.
 This was the first time Qin Guan was seeing so many characters from American cartoons. Unlike the elegant, fine cartoons in Japan, American comic characters were tougher and more realistic. People had gathered in the exhibition hall from all corners of the nation, wearing all kinds of costumes.
 The average American loved superheroes. One could see DC and Marvel superheroes side by side, staring at each other with hostility.
 There was Iron Man, Spiderman, The Hulk, Batman... Qin Guan was the only guy not wearing a costume or any makeup.
 As a result, he attracted more attention than the others. I should have at least dressed up as a Doraemon. I look really odd now!
 Some people, who had gone there specifically for him, spotted Qin Guan immediately. The girls, who had seen Qin Guan in the film's poster, thought that he was most likely the most handsome villain in film history.
 It was interesting how many humans liked villains. The Batman exhibition was occupied by those girls, who were wearing different costumes and makeup. Their long legs shocked the other introverts in attendance.
The girls rushed over to Qin Guan, screaming, "My love! My Joker! Please take me away! I'll be your slave forever!" Aren't beautiful girls supposed to love superheroes? Costume stores had welcomed plenty of customers that day. As a result, villain costumes had been almost sold out.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Initially, Meng Fan had plans in the afternoon and evening of the 14th: a meet-and-greet and a CV concert. Since he got 10 points of attributes and the title of [Professional Manga Artist], he decided to crank out some comics and skipped the events.
It was hard to start drawing the first part of volume one, then, he couldn't stop.
The first part for "Legend of the Mountains and Seas" was longer than "Guide to Campus RoMANce" and "There's a Spirit Underground." In addition, all the other parts had at least 20 panels, with an average of 22 to 25 panels, meeting the daily serial criteria for Japanese manga magazines.
Naturally, he wanted to submit his manuscript in Japan, get approved, then get serialized.
It was challenging, but Meng Fan was confident in himself.
He already prepared the outline, details, characters, and scenarios. While the new attributes made Meng Fan start over, he also improved and fixed what he already did. With a draft in place, his drawing speed wouldn't be slow. 
He started on the second part at around midnight. He did 25 panels, with 3-5 pictures per panel, which totaled more than 100 pictures. It took him just three hours to draw all of them, including post-production work.
If people knew how quickly he did all of this, they'd be shocked.
Usually, comic artists who were serialized in Japan needed five days to a week to finish one part, and that's assuming they had assistants doing the post-production and other work.
Meng Fan's Hand Speed at +20 was ten times faster than an average comic artist — not including some who weren't so skilled or who drew by hand. Fast Hand Speed alone wouldn't be able to achieve all of this in three hours. Combined with supernatural Drawing Skills and Imagination, however, it was possible.
There were many advantages to having great Drawing Skills; he barely needed to fix anything, and he was much more expressive. An average artist would need a lot of room to express something, but Meng Fan just needed a few strokes.
Meng Fan's drawing was not fancier. If anything, it was simpler. But, these simple strokes were striking and touched one's soul.
OK, in spite of all this, Meng Fan still overestimated himself. It wasn't possible to draw five parts in one night.
When he finished the second part, it was already 3 a.m. Meng Fan could stay up all night easily, and he was too excited to sleep. He stood up and moved a little, then kept drawing until 6 a.m., finishing the third part.
When the third part was done, he was tired and slept for around two hours. For the fourth part, he agonized over a plot development, spending almost two hours to convince himself and fixing the content. When he was finally done, it was around 1:30 p.m.
Great!
This will do.
Meng Fan ordered food, took a quick shower, then grabbed his manuscript to go downstairs. In the corner of the hotel lobby, he wolfed down some food, then asked the hotel for a car to go to Akihabara.
Akihabara, on the boundaries of the four commercial districts of Kyoto, was once a street of electronic stores. Now, it was a street popular with fans of the AGCN culture (animation, games, comics, and novels).
If the Akihabara of the electronics era was a steely, masculine guy, then the district today can only make you say, 'So pretty, like a cute boy.'
Akihabara was the purpose of Meng Fan's trip. He was a true homebody, so Akihabara, a haven for AGCN culture, was a must-see on his visit to Kyoto. He really was visiting the mecca today, he was meeting Eiichiro Oda!
When Meng Fan got off at Akihabara, he could see elements of the AGCN culture everywhere. There were many people dressed in cosplay such as waitresses in maid costumes in front of coffeeshops.
After he waited a while at the scheduled meeting place, a thirty-something man showed up. The man didn't need to look too hard; Meng Fan was very recognizable. The man knew it was Meng Fan from a distance away as he said to himself, "This guy is really tall and good looking."
"Are you Meng-san?" The man asked. After Meng Fan nodded, he introduced himself. "I'm Hiroji Wada."
His Chinese wasn't very standard, but he could communicate without problems.
This Hiroji Wada was the referrer Meng Caiju found for Meng Fan. The man was the son of a senior person at Toei Animation. In the credits of some well-known Japanese comics-turned-animated films, one could find the name of... his father.
Hiroji Wada worked in licensing rights of Japanese animations in China and collaborations with Chinese animation and games, which was how Meng Caiju could get half an hour of Eiichiro Oda's time with a phone call and have Hiroji Wada pick up Meng Fan personally.
"Meng-san, I'll take you on a tour of Mr. Oda's workshop first. Around three o'clock, he rests for half an hour. Normally, it's excellent if he can see you for ten minutes. I hope you understand."
As Hiroji Wada led Meng Fan toward their destination, he reminded Meng Fan of do's and don'ts, such as no questions about the plot of "One Piece," or any gossipy things not related to comics and more.
The Oda workshop was pretty much Eiichiro Oda's home in Kyoto. He both lived and worked here.
Meng Fan had heard of the habits of the maestro of comics, Eiichiro Oda, such as how he slept between two and five in the morning, and how he worked the rest of the day, working 16-hour days!
Of course, he didn't draw the entire time he worked, there was also plot discussions, looking for elements of scenarios, characters, and more.
A renowned comic artist, even though they have many assistants, still had a huge work volume. Also, Eiichiro Oda was a manga artist who insisted on doing a lot of the post-production work — such as the timeline — himself.
Very soon, they reached the Oda Workshop, a quiet place in a bustling area.
"Hiroji-san."
Hiroji Wada had made an appointment. As soon as they walked in, an assistant in the workshop came over to greet them. These assistants all wanted to be manga artists eventually, so they were very polite and respectful toward Hiroji Wada, someone with a connected dad in the industry, and Meng Fan was treated well by association.
Hiroji Wada had been there before, so he wasn't fascinated by everything like Meng Fan. He found a place to sit while the assistant took Meng Fan around the place.
Inside the workshop, "One Piece" elements could be seen everywhere: private bar, popcorn machine, making the place resemble a playground. There was also a claw machine filled with characters from "One Piece," none of which were available in the stores; Meng Fan was so envious.
After their tour, Meng Fan asked for the restroom and excitedly entered the "Jaws"-themed restroom.
The workroom for Eiichiro Oda and his assistants was not open to the public, so Meng Fan didn't go in there.
Then, Meng Fan met the maestro of comics, Eiichiro Oda.
The maestro looked like his photo. Like many OP fans, Meng Fan was most concerned about the man's health. There were rumors of him having health problems earlier. Now that the man looked well in person, Meng Fan was so happy.
After an emotional introduction, Meng Fan chatted with Eiichiro Oda as a fellow manga artist. He didn't rely on a translator, using just his phone to help. Since his phone was connected to a streaming device, translation was fast and communication was easy.
Initially, Eiichiro Oda thought Meng Fan was just a fan of manga rather than a colleague. The older man was happy to discuss elements of the industry and became surprised by Meng Fan's comprehension of the art form. Drawing Skills, Settings, and Scriptwriting weren't just a number; the information in each category made Meng Fan's comments outstanding. While what he said wasn't groundbreaking, Eiichiro Oda acknowledged the younger man's level of knowledge and was into the discussion. 
Meng Fan also asked some questions from his creative process and drawing experience, which Eiichiro Oda was happy to answer.
After some chatting, Eiichiro Oda then asked if Meng Fan also created comics; he took out the manuscript.
As soon as Eiichiro Oda saw the material, he looked focused and energized.
After another half-hour, Meng Fan said goodbye to Eiichiro Oda and Hiroji Wada at the workshop, leaving for Shueisha. In Meng Fan's hand was a recommendation letter from Eiichiro Oda.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

One day Mathew had just come out of a business deal and was returning to his mansion with his driver, but on the way he saw his old friend Jeremy aka "Ice Master" (which is pretty cool if you don't consider the fact that he combined some comic book villains names together to form his own) who was frightening the crowd with bullets and explosives while his crew was sneaking from the back and rob stores without anyone noticing that's how his crew got the name "Shadow thieves", but Mathew obviously couldn't allow this so he quickly changed into his hero costume and left to say hi to his old friend(who isn't really his friend anymore since he's evil now).

He started by using his time manipulation to stop time and prevent any more chaos, followed by using his strength and speed to move the civilians away from the area of criminals. Then he went to fight off Ice Master and the Shadow Thieves excitedly, he started with some kicking to the stomachs and face and finally hit the last minion with one punch(saitama lol) and turned around to face the boss(who is Ice Master if you didn't know by now), and since physical strength is useless against him(which he learned the hard way last time), he had to use his dark magic ability and started shooting some demon darts at the boi and destroyed his freeze ray(again)."This better be the last time i see you Ice Master or else i wont be nice enough to keep you alive",said Zaptime and delivered a gigantic ball of dark force that would consume whatever it touches. After he finished he looked and remembered to return the citizens back , he was then interviewed by the press and left shortly after to his mansion.

So I have had the worst day ever. I finally started to get along with my family, and someone shoots me in the back. I am immediately rushed to the hospital to get surgery, but by the time I get there, I had given up on my life. I just sit there lying on the gurney waiting for the bullet fragments to make their way to my heart. I am busy thinking about movies. I start to laugh at the fact that I am dying and all I can think about is the next Marvel movie to come out. As I am laughing I start to convulse as my heart is finally punctured by the bullet fragments. I am conscious for 5 excruciating minutes. During these minutes I think about my life, and who I wish I had helped. " I swear if I can survive this, I will live and help people. I will be there for those I care about. I will help those who can not help themselves. I WILL be someone who matters to them. I will not be someone who stands by. " I lose consciousness after I say these words to myself. When I wake up, I can see that I was surrounded by the people I care most about. I am filled with happiness to see them. I don't know what happened to them but they are crying. I get up to help them up and they just look at me and then I say let's go. We go home and I get to work. I live for 30 years after that day. I cure diseases, Help people who need it. I built homeless shelters. I end up with a large, loving family. We lived in a private mansion in upstate New York. I decide to buy the rights to both marvel and dc. In the end, I ended up with an amazing life and family. I became the head writer and publisher for both comics. I created new characters and flushed  out some old, yet good ones. I made a final event, kind of like crisis on infinite earths, but I called it crisis in infinite multiverses where the perspective speedsters had to vibrate at the exact same frequencies at the same time. As they did that both multiverses collided and changed the histories, so that all hero and villain backstories from both universes were represented. The universes merged. They made a lot of movies about what I did in the companies. I merged them and renamed the company The Marvelous Detective comics. There were a few differences. New York City was split in 2 and manhattan was renamed Gotham City and the rest of the city was called Metropolis. In this new world, they started from the beginning. The avengers never was formed. Shield didn't exist, and neither did Hydra. The storyline did start with tony getting kidnapped. I added a new character based off of my own younger self. I wrote my family into the continuity. I made it so that we were in almost every major event that has ever happened. I gave my character the first system in any comic ever. I called it the marvelous detective. Since I basically owned all entertainment at that time, which made my comics so much more popular. It helped comic book store owners out a lot. With the comic book stores more popular, more people got interested in the sciences. The influx of people into the sciences, many breakthroughs happened. Even geology was popular! All this happened in a matter of years! 15 to be exact. Then I happened to get sick like the day I was shot. There was a meteor shower that day. As my family and I went outside, I clapped twice. All power in a 100 mile radius was turned off. Thank god we don't live near any hospitals. We laid down on the blanket I set up and the meteor shower started. The meteors seemed to be larger than normal. One exploded over our shed. I started to pull my wife inside, and she pulled along the children. I pulled them into the underground safehouse that I had built so my parents could live with us and not annoy us with their personalities. They were initially surprised that we were there. I told them about the exploding meteors,and they immediately opened up the control panel. In the end they sat with the children until I made sure that it was safe for us to leave. My father kept pushing buttons until he found my hidden button. As we sat there I asked what he was doing, and he pushed the button. I ran to my children and grabbed them while my parents glared. I told them that he hit the teleport button. It did work, but with a price. It drained life forces, and  what survived got increased bodies.I explained that it was a prototype and it's issues.The issues are usually deadly.In lieu of the death, it causes mutations, portals, black holes, dismemberment, and suicidal thoughts. As I am tinkering a small black dot starts to form on top of the machine. I make my way to the dot and I hear a voice on the other side. I make my way to the dot and grab it. It immediately began to expand to encompass the whole house. I then heard the same voice say "Welcome to the Serve Your Self Theoretical Energy Manipulation powers. Your S.Y.S.T.E.M.

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