This a story about a kid named Thompson Chase and his adventure in the universe of superheroes.
(Author: I’m on two stories so I’m not on this 100%)

A poem about a nightmare that only brings dark thoughts.

I wrote all of my poems and there are more to come. 
     The first poem is about a girl that is confused and questioning random things about life. 
     The second poem is about a relationship about a girl feeling like she is doing something wrong in the relationships and how she feels about how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her out of pain.

A few days later, Atom showed up in town with his temporary girlfriend, felicity smoke. This meant that I might soon be able to have fun. After all, if I remember correctly, then Oliver will soon get into the League and they will have a major conflict there. Even Barry will be part of it, so I can't miss it. All this is good for me, and I'll check out one of my ideas at the same time...
The Queen bee, or whatever Her name was, was easy enough for them. I wish it was meta, so it was useless to me. Her computer skills were good, as was her appearance, but I didn't care about that right now. I didn't need her as an assistant, she had too many problems with her head. Maybe after prison, her brain will fall into place, but in the meantime, let her think about her behavior. Fortunately, she was not completely useless, I liked her bees, and I was able to steal a couple during their fight with the Atom. I'm not sure how to use them, but there is no such technology on the market, so it may be profitable to have it. It's a pity I'm not an engineer, so I understood their device only superficially and only from the computer scientist, then how to connect to them and use it was not difficult to understand. But everything else, unfortunately, was alien to me... It's a pity the bees were slightly damaged because of the Atom, the poem needs to be repaired... Well, I have Hartley, maybe he'll do something. If everything works out, you can create a few for your needs, or you can remake the technology and start producing something similar to these bees. They are mostly good for good kills, but you can change them and use them for something useful, and make money on it. I certainly don't mind squeezing someone else's business, but I would like to open my own company, and in a world with superheroes and meta people, the best company is a company related to technology. Palmer became a billionaire because of his developments, why don't I steal a couple of technologies from someone, and my engineers will make them. It would be nice, and it would bring money.
With that in mind, I headed for Hartley's cell. We had to break down several walls and connect a couple of rooms, one of which led to an old toilet. The guy almost tearfully asked for this, so I decided to help him. He didn't seem to have escaped yet, which was good. I thought he might try to use the sewer to escape, but I decided to believe him. It won't run far anyway... In addition, trust is the key to the success of a good relationship. If you do not trust anyone and constantly shake, you can not achieve anything. He now has all the conditions, even a TV and quite tolerable food, and a warm bed. The only thing I don't let him do is go outside. But if he performs well, he will earn money for it.
*Skiip*
I opened the door and went inside. Hartley was sitting at the table, mixing something in test tubes.
- How is the work progressing?- I asked, looking at his Desk.
Hartley put down the test tubes and said:
- Quite well, the helmet is ready, look for yourself...- The guy took out his helmet and handed it to me.
Yes, he looked great... Not one open place and a lot of sharp corners, but it's even better, it looked pretty nice. It was also surprisingly light and felt very strong. I can't imagine how good the armor will be.
Hartley smiled and said:
- Put it on, you'll be even more surprised.-
I looked at him suspiciously, but decided to wear a helmet anyway.
*Bleep*
As soon as the helmet touched my head, it tightened slightly around my neck and held on. But the main thing was what appeared before my eyes. Perfect view, like I wasn't wearing a helmet at all. There was a faint blurry redness at the edges of the view, but that was probably because of that red stripe in the eye area.
I looked at Hartley and he nodded:
- Great, the lens spectrum works.-
- What is it?-
- Well, in simple terms, it's a kind of special lens that helps to improve the view. It is very difficult to see in helmets of this size, but thanks to this lens, I was able to remove this disadvantage. I really had to add some electronics for the necessary work, but this is not a problem. Unfortunately, it will need power to work, but it is too small, and I was able to find an excellent power source. It will last for decades, the energy consumption is even invisible. I'll add a few other useful features to the suit that will make it much easier to use. Of course, I won't make it dependent on electronics, even without a power source, you can use it quite safely. It will just be less convenient, for example, the view in the helmet will become worse again. Since it's a little inconvenient to use the suit functions on the buttons, I'll probably install a small operating system to control it, so it's even more convenient.-
I nodded:
- Good job, but you don't have to write the program, just give me the entire system diagram and install it in the most secure area of the suit. I can write the program myself.-
Hartley was surprised and asked:
- Do you know anything about it?-
- Yes, the internal structure of systems, computers and networks is my specialty, you can say that I'm a Pro at it. But quite complex things like this...- I took out the bee and passed it to the guy:
- They are incomprehensible to me. I understand the basic mechanisms and how to work with it, but of course I can't make an exact copy. This is for an engineer like you.-
The guy took the bee and examined it:
- Hmm, not a bad thing, were they controlled remotely?-
- Yes, the girl used a swarm of these things to kill.-
Hartley chuckled:
- Not bad, such small details, jewelry work... she's good...-
I nodded:
- Okay, deal with it, I'll go.-
Then I left and started preparing for another case. Soon there will be a meta person who interests me. Faceless, his abilities were as desirable to me as those of a Weather Wizard. If I can use them correctly, I will have a very great opportunity... They will be very useful if I want to get rich or get the necessary technology and information.
***
When I had everything ready, I decided to rest. But I was not allowed to enjoy a well-deserved rest and drink for a long time, suddenly someone called me. Only a few people knew my number, mostly from work, but when I saw the caller's number, I was a little surprised. Even though I gave it to her, I didn't think she would call...
I picked up the phone and answered:
- Hi, Caitlin, how are you?-
- Can we meet? I want to discuss something.-
I looked at my watch, then nodded and said:
- Sure, come to Jitters in an hour.-
- Well...-

Having lived a past life in constant search of battles, the main character found his death. But this was not the end, as it turned out that he was reborn in a new world and in a new body. But unfortunately for him, not everything turned out so well. The world in which he was reborn turned out to be many times more dangerous than before, and the body that he became the owner of turned out to be weak and helpless. In addition, he could not escape, because he was locked in a ward of a psychiatric hospital. But with all these failures, something happened that once again changed his whole life, a strange explosion... which changed the lives of many.


English is not my native language
I have nothing
This is also a translation. Hehehe https://tl.rulate.ru/book/30552 Rus.
if the author tells me I will delete

            Crimson Arrow was wearing a mask, so Drew couldn't quite see what his expression was like. However, judging from the contours of his face, the teenager was quite sure that he was currently regretting the idea of calling and having a face-to-face virtual conversation on the phone.
            After all, Drew's parents were superhero fanatics.
            It would probably have been better if they were normal parents, but Drew's healthy respect for superheroes — as well as any thoughts he had about them regarding sacrifices — came from prolonged exposure to video evidence of superheroes. The news that his parents watched, Heroes' Eye, was a program that was nearly always on his home's sixty-centimetre wide-screen Flashscreen. 
            What really took the cake, however, was the fact that his parents made it a point to record any and all combat footage. Drew didn't quite understand why they would do such a thing, given that they weren't Supers, but the same thing could be said for anyone who had a hobby in the first place.
            That latter bit was his mum's counterargument. Either way, however, Drew had grown up surrounded by superheroes, but the fact that someone as famous as Crimson Arrow had called his parents seemed to set them off.
            "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?" Drew muttered.
            The only reply he got was that of Crimson Arrow trying his utmost to mollify his parents.
            "…talent, yes. There's really no need to wire me any money or anything. Oh, a room for me? No, there's really no need either. Fledging superheroes usually stay with their teachers, and — whoa, I'm not looking for a surrogate son. Or daughter, for that matter." 
            Drew felt his lips twitch at the sheer absurdity of the conversation. For some reason, he was beginning to feel like a child about to be abandoned or something, and it was to his distress when he couldn't quite conclusively claim that his parents won't do such a thing. The nurses hanging around the resting away, presumably waiting for a chance to get Crimson Arrow's autograph, were also smirking and shooting glances of both pity and envy at him.
            To be on the receiving end of such a mixed gaze was a novelty for Drew.
            "—take care of him. Yes, yes. No worries. Now, I should really be heading off. Drew is a very promising talent. Yes, very promising. Some other really great superheroes actually want to take him in too, like Midknight, or Sentinel. What? No, getting all of them to teach Drew is impossible. Yes, yes. Thank you."
            Crimson Arrow heaved a very long sigh as he cut the call. 
            "Right," Crimson Arrow muttered, "I better check if I did hide my Flashpad number…Laia's tears, I didn't? Should I change it too? Would they call me at night or something?"
            He turned to look at the sheepish Drew, and did a doubletake after three seconds, as if he had just recognised his presence. "Drew, would your parents call me in the middle of the night or something?"
            Drew blinked. Stifling an urge to laugh, he was about to shake his head when he recalled that this was his parents Crimson Arrow was talking about. The amusement within him crumbled away rapidly, replaced by a burning lake of shame that Drew wanted to jump into.            
            "Uh."
            "Kid, are you freaking serious?" Crimson Arrow rubbed his forehead. "I might be a superhero, but we Supers have our own rights too, you know. Like the right to be not stalked by fans."
            "Well, so long as you don't answer their messages or calls, that should be alright." Drew shuffled his feet uneasily. "They'll give up after a month or two."
            "A month or two?!" Crimson Arrow rubbed his mask. "Maybe I should have let that fellow train you instead. It's too late for that now, though. Gah."
            After making a few more incomprehensible sounds, the superhero slapped his cheeks lightly and drew himself up to his full height. "Never mind. Whatever happens, happens. I'll just do my best to train you up, so that you'll be able to survive as a superhero."
            "Survive…" Drew repeated the word thoughtfully.
            "Yes, survive. Spectres are enemies that never go extinct," Crimson Arrow replied. "Superheroes can fail, but they cannot die. By virtue of your profession, you and your person are automatically more valuable than the common masses. But I'll teach you the theory bits later. For now, think about what I just said."
            After an impromptu autograph session, which just made Crimson Arrow's mood worse, he brought Drew to the rooftop. "Although Mr. and Mrs. Norm were very insistent on paying me tuition fees, you should know that superheroes are very wealthy people. We draw our pay not just from public donations, but also from the Central Laia Authority. So wipe that drool off your face; if you want a private jet, you can afford one next summer."
            Wiping the drool that was trickling down his cheeks, Drew looked up at the jet. Sleek, shiny, speedy…it was the stuff teenage dreams were made of, but now that he was looking at it up close…
            "I can't really call myself a normal teenager anymore, can I?" Drew asked out loud. 
            "Yes. Don't worry, kid. Your normal school life is over." Crimson Arrow patted at an open seat. "Get it. I'll let you see the most glamorous parts of superhero life, the bits that we don't let the media see." 
            "I think a private jet's glamorous enough, though…"
            "Really?" Crimson Arrow smirked. "I'll be a bit frank with you. Most of us superheroes can't fly a plane for nuts. Besides, how can we fly a plane and fight airborne spectres at the same time? So how do we do that?"
            "Uh…"
            "Every superhero has their own Flash Intellect. Smart, virtual constructs that help us in things we can't really do. For instance, we didn't travel here on a plane, did we? Yes, kid. The plane flew itself here."
            "Flew itself…" Drew shook his head. He had heard about those Flash Intellects before; they were the epitome of Laian wealth. Something that only magnates of energy ore could purchase. He hadn't known that superheroes got them too. "Do you…we get them for free?"
            "How else can we receive timely updates on spectre attacks?" Crimson Arrow shook his head. "And above all, they make sure that we stay on the straight and narrow. Of course, we do still have our privacy, but as Supers, we need to have checks and balances to be heroes."
            That last bit sounded rather profound to Drew, but before he could ask Crimson Arrow to elaborate on that, the projection of a little pixie popped up in front of him.
            "Master," said the projection, "is he your new student?"
            "Sure is," Crimson Arrow replied. "Drew, this is Ania, my Flash Intellect. She's quite the tease, but other than that, she's a very friendly person. Say hi!"
            "H-hi, Ania." Drew looked at the little pixie and marvelled at the projection. Pointed ears, adorable face…she looked very much like a real little fairy. "Nice to meet you?"
            "Let's get along!" Ania did a backflip and smiled. "Right, master, where to?"
            "To the SAZ," Crimson Arrow replied.
            "Not the Academy?"
            "He's a personal student of mine. He doesn't count in that stupid transfer deal the SAZ signed," Crimson Arrow replied. "I don't want him learning the wrong things from the bad teachers. Why would I have an S-class seed spoiled by their bad teachings?"
            Drew knew what Crimson Arrow was referring to — he was referring to the Hero Academy, an institution meant to guide anyone who had Super Genes. However, the vitriol in the superhero's words made him curious; why was his future teacher this hostile to the Academy?"
            "Kid, are you curious about what I just said?" Crimson Arrow asked.
            Drew pondered on his reply for a moment, and then nodded. 
            "Good answer. At least you're honest." Crimson Arrow reached over and fastened Drew's seatbelt, before doing the same for himself. "See, the Hero Academy churns out heroes that are meant to burn out. Stars that shine brightest when they're about to die. Most heroes you see on the mass media, especially those who sacrificed themselves, are from the Hero Academy."
            His voice deepened as the jet's engines revved up. "These superheroes aren't trained properly either; they're taught that their powers grow stronger in the face of danger. Most of them, therefore, throw themselves into desperate situations. Few ever make it the ranks of the veteran, self-trained heroes."
            Drew blinked twice. The Hero Academy he knew wasn't like this, but again…
            "Good. You doubt my words. That is a healthy habit," said Crimson Arrow. "Perhaps what I'm saying is all just a lie, a lie designed to keep you as my student. Make sure to think critically and get information from reliable sources. Might save your life one day."
            "Yes, sir."
            "Now, where was I?"
            Ania fluttered to his nose. "You were talking about the Hero Academy's training, master."
            "That's really all to it, though. There are some power training classes, but they're all cookie cutter things. Won't help anyone much," said Crimson Arrow. "So yes, that's why I don't like the Academy. Any other questions, kid?"
            "Erm, about my training…"

Since the advent of existence itself, the multiverse has been stricken by an inexorable end, a destiny of annihilation. It knows not mercy, nor does it hold compassion for the masses. As a force of nature, of causality, such is expected. 

    However, in the shadowy gaps that divide universes, whispers about a divine game abound. It is said that the Harbinger of the End and its newly-bonded host are playing a game, one in which it raises heroes. Heroes that defend their plane. Heroes that overcome their world’s native threats. Heroes that could, perhaps, hope to stand against a destined ruin, and eke out a victory to save their universe.
    
    A game between Salvation and Extinction. Between a karmic force and its human host. When the game truly concludes, what might just happen?
    
    And what might be its true purpose?


Book 1: The Supers of Laia

      In the world of Laia, Supers — beings capable of manifesting miracles — have been long divided into two camps. Superheroes and supervillains. There, the human host of the Harbinger has his task cut out for him. Raise two fledging superheroes into saviours that could overcome entropy, and this time, he isn't pulling any punches.

      Setting the stage for their growth, Idro attempts to overcome his never-ending defeats...but will everything go as planned?

Orange man was acting like the stereotypical orange man when the superhero alarm went off.
Some superhero was tryharding.
WE ARE CANCER needed to stop the superheroes from tryharding.
The easiest way to stop superheroes from tryharding was to kill them off.
However, rule 34 in the superhero code book forbid killing superheroes.
This was a fact that the WE ARE CANCER members constantly lamented about.
Dick had the cancer power to rapidly multiplying, so he was used as transportation.
If you sat on Dick's head, he would rapidly multiply white blood cells to shoot out of his mouth.
It was like riding on the tip of a white geyser.
The three who said on Dick's head were soon at the scene, and Dick came shortly after.
The four quickly saw the tryharding superheroes.
...I guess I'll go with the tradition of ending chapters with a 
Thank you QIDIEN.

Ching Chong was a chinese translator working for the evil company, WUXIASHIJIE
WUXIASHIJIE's contract made him do horrible things.
So he suicided
but then
the company QIDIEN saved him
praise QIDIEN

After learning from the system that he transmigrated into the Marvel Universe. 

Lin Mang try to recollected his knowledge about the movies he watched and comics he read about the Marvel Earth-199999 or the MCU timeline. 

When he was done. He then asked the system

" System,  what time and year is it? "

* Ding *

[ Due to the sudden change in destination. The time in which you reincarnated is not known. Please,  wait a moment ]
 
After a while,  the system sounded out in Lin Mang's mind again

* Ding *

[ User has been reincarnated and reborn in 13 January,  1998 ]

And due to his knowledge,  he knew that most MCU events in Earth-199999 hasn't happen yet. 

He was sad to know that none of the known superheroes in MCU has made their debut. 

But at the same time,  he was happy that he could fully witness those events as he saw in the movies. 

Those kind of superheroes were his idols in his past life.  And he has never missed a single movie in the MCU. 

Whenever he had a free time. He would watch those movies. These includes even the ones he already watched. 

So,  he had watched each movies about a dozen times. His knowledge on the MCU is top-notched. 

Knowing he could witness those events in real-time.  He was glad. Then he asked the system

" System,  if I truly travelled to the MCU,  would the events I saw in those movies would happen? "

* Ding *

[ Due to the interference of the system by transporting User. The future is unknown ]

Disappointed with the fact that those events would probably not happen. Lin Mang asked the system

" Does this mean that all of my knowledge is useless? "

* Ding *

[ Even if there is a change in the timeline. Major events like the birth of superheroes with slight variations in details will still happen. ]

This answer lifted his spirit. He was joyous to know that superheroes will still exist to help save the world from any form of danger. 

Then, proceeding from the superhero topic.  He asked the system where he is right now. 

* Ding *

[ User is in Mount Sinai Hospital, Brooklyn,  New York ].

Lin Mang was surprised to know this. Because in his past life he spent his whole life in Asia. Most of the people he knew were Asians. 

So,  him being born in the United States means that there is a high chance of him not going to be an Asian. 

But soon,  his perspective on this change as he knew he would experience life on the other side of the world. And as a different person. 

Then he say to himself

" This really is a new start "

After asking the system several things.  He remembered that system like this usually come along with a beginner's gift. So,  he asked the system

" System,  isn't there any sort of gift like a beginner's gift for me? "

* Ding * 

[ Yes. There is a gift pack for the User ]

He was furious to know that the system does not tell him anything about the gift. Then he furiously said to the system

" Why haven't you tell me about that? Isn't that a very important matter?  "

Then the system replied 

* Ding *

[ User has not given System the time and kept interrupting before any gifts could be issued. And besides, User haven't asked for it ].

An ordinary college student accidentally got killed during a mugging. 

And as he transmigrated to an alternate dimension with a system, he was adopted and raised by Odin. 

Follow him as he walks the path of becoming the strongest God Asgard has ever seen.



The story will begin thousands of years before the start of the MCU timeline. And the story will not only adhere to the MCU but a mixture of myth, comics, movies and my own bit of twist as the story goes on. 


NOTICE

If you don't like it, then don't read it. I can't change everything in the story to cater to your taste. If I do that for one person, there will be another that will hate what you like.


Reviews of the previous story are deleted. If I missed any, tell me.

This time it was Fil's story. Fil's fucked up mix between cultivation and superpower. Eric needed to remain clear-headed. He had two goals. A was to figure out who he was, what role he played in the story and B was to find Fil.
Eric looked around but just seeing cultivation and superpowers mixed made Eric despair. How the hell was he supposed to fix this shit? What kind of explanation could he give the readers so they'd buy this bullshit and not question the author's sanity and greed for fame and money in the most original unoriginal story of all times?
This was a bad fat headache slapped into his brain. Either way, Eric needed to first make sense of his situation. In this grassland, above him in the sky, people were flying and for some reason seemed to fight against each other?
Whatever, Eric didn't care about this, they could murder each other for all the grain of shit Eric gave. As long as it didn't involve him, Eric couldn't be bothered.
Right now, Eric wore a white robe with a light inner robe. His hair was tied in a ponytail and it was so fucking long it reached his ass. Great.
Eric at one glance already knew he was a cultivator, a disciple that belonged to a sect.
If Eric was honest, he'd rather have superpowers but he couldn't complain too much. Eric wondered how he looked when suddenly a small stone came flying and hit him on his forehead.
???
Eric turned to see a group of disciples heading his way. They already looked like the typical mean guys. The guy in the front, probably the leader, twirled three more stones in his hand and with that small distance he covered, the stone hit Eric's head. Blood trickled down this face.
For real? Eric was shocked. Did he possess the body of a character who was bullied? What the hell? Was he a small insignificant, exploitable cannon fodder character only there to prove the tropes in the cultivation stories and oh, erm, it's not all 2D, ok! This is a fully proper world, not just some flatass shit like that of the leader's!
Usually, the weak protagonist at the beginning gets bullied until he turns mfucking strong and nukes those who wronged him to the depths of the demon toilets. But the hero was the protagonist here. So most probably Fil.
"Yo, waste!" the leader grinned evilly, "Watcha doing here, huh? Not doing the tasks we gave you? Tryna have fun, huh? How cheeky of you. Guys get him! Show that waste what happens if he defies us!"
On the leader's command, the other three disciples charged at Eric and took him captive, then the leader drilled a few punishment lessons into Eric's body. Fuck!
This was too cliché and vicious! No wonder these cultivation MC's turned dark and mental, obsessed with revenge!
The kicks fucking hurt! Being bullied was bad! As a cultivator, you sh-
"Kuagh," Eric gasped for air as punches rained down on him.
"That gotta be enough. Take hjim back to our sect 'Mountain of Cultivated Superheroes.'"
Fuck! Come up with a better name! This hurts more than any of your punches! This whole situation and setting hurts my brain. Fuck this story! Fuck Fil for writing this abomination!
Eric's beaten and bruised body was dragged up a literal celestial-like mountain. It could be described just like in those cultivation stories. Eric was in too much pain and disgust at this story to describe it, so if anyone was curious about a typical cultivation world description, go and fucking read cultivation books yourself!
But basically, the sect 'Mountains of Cultivated Superheroes' seems like an immensely big sect. There were both Superheroes and Cultivators yet Eric was only a small useless character in the story. He'd probably never appear.
Eric was pushed in front of a senior brother. The leader cried out, "Senior brother ! Eric this 5-root wood spirit waste-"
Ah, of course, he had the most useless attribute almost every MC had. This was the beginning of most cultivation novels if it weren't for the fact that Superheroes and Fil as the hero was slapped into this.
"Was trying to ditch his tasks! Please punish him, senior brother!"
The senior brother coldly glanced at Eric and of course like the very cold and cool senior brother this one also had a cold and elegant aura, strong brows, phoenix eyes, high nose and thin lips. Hooray for his handsomeness! And of course, this senior brother hated wasted wastes like Eric.
"Give him 20 whips."
20? Excuse me? I've read that usually one whip leaves you bloody already but 20? Who the fuck are you to give me such a severe punishment? Do you think of yourself as the peak master or what?
Eric stood up with his tattered body, "I refuse! I've done nothing wrong!"
Of course, Eric was sprouting shit like every generic character.
"You refuse?" Senior brother's voice got threateningly dark.
"Yes," Eric didn't bat an eye, either way, he wasn't going to lose his walking abilities. Eric glanced at the leader who sneered. Eric was incredibly weak because A- he was a waste and B- even if he wasn't, he had no idea how to use cultivation!
So where the hell did his confidence come from? Pulled out of his tight ass of course!
"Let me meet the hero, I'm a friend of his," Eric sought to try this luck but didn't think he could actually get a reaction out of them.
SLAP!
Senior brother slapped Eric hard across his cheeks, "Insolence! How dare you taint the hero's name? Our great pacifier, who both Cultivators and Superheroes worship, even though we're enemies with Superheroes."
What the fuck? Are you just giving me exposition? So, basically, Cultivators and Superheroes were enemies and for some reason, the hero is the only pacifier that brings peace between them because both sides worship and respect the hero? Wow great job Fil, a cheaper Mary sue couldn't be thought of.
"This mountain is the only one where superheroes and cultivators coexist because our hero lives here. Don't fantasise about even meeting him," senior brother was on a roll of spitting exposition. But good, Fil should be here, so Eric didn't need to go anywhere else but apparently as a waste, Eric couldn't meet the hero.
"Take him to his whips. Increase it to 30!"
3-30? Fuckign hell you vicious piece of shit! Just wait until I obliterate you after finding Fil! You'll be the first character to die when I start editing this story!
Eric couldn't edit a story without the MC obviously, so he had to get to Fil asap and not be stuck here any longer!
Even if Eric uncovered all the fucking mystery behind this world, the readers wouldn't know because they follow Fil the hero and not this insignificant waste character!
After Eric was whipped 30 times, he could barely stand but was still viciously forced to go back to his place and do his chores!
He couldn't even recover and heal! These bastards! 
Just like every cultivation peak sect, there was an inner and outer mountain.
Eric belonged to the outside and couldn't even hope to get to the actual sect. The outer mountain was like almost a mountain away from the inner mountain but they were not the same mountain!
Eric grit his teeth and fell on his bed in the small wooden shed he was given. Eric bit into his pillow. This damned story!

As the most successful editor, beloved by the whole world, touted as the holy angel, Eric dared to offend everyone under heavens and hell!
Nothing new. Only problem is, well... this time... the person he offended is... this handsome, self-proclaimed Demon Lord in his office!

Demon Lord: My son cursed you, so I came to take you away.
Eric: Yeah, no thank you.
Yet the demon lord doesn't take a no.
Eric: Then why did you ask in the first place?
Demon Lord: Because I wanted to charm you.
Eric: You have no charm. Grow a pair of boobs, then come ba-

Next second, Eric finds himself in the Demon World. His punshiment? To make the aspiring demons proper authors. Only then can Eric escape. But the thing is, Eric has to teleport into each story to edit it!

The even bigger problem, the Demon Lord seems to follow him!

"Excuse me, good sir, why the hell are you the final boss in every story that I've to seduce? Please get out of here and do your duty as the Demon Lord! Stop making all the students write about you!"

Yet the biggest problem the whole universe ever had to face, all the demons... seem to want him!

"This is not a breeding ground. Thank you. Please kindly fuck off. My body is not for your lusting entertainment!!!"


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Disclaimer: This has steamy scenes and loads of profanities. Read at your own risk and be ready to have your sanity and integrity questioned.

The second book in the 'Scum Series'. You don't need to have read the first book to read this but it's a damn, funny, bs book, so read it as well- 'Shameless transmigration' it's called.

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