"No matter what happens, I'll be there to protect you, Blake Crimson"

My soul has reincarnated to a different world due to protecting everyone from the terrorists. Eventually, I risked my life for the sake of my sister and killed most of the terrorist inside the room. My existence was praised and remembered as a hero who died a noble death. But for what cause? 
Fortunately, I befriended a friend who wished to be a hero. He was, in reality, up for the job, as I perceived his stats tremendously rising amongst the people in our village. By the time we went into our separate ways, our suburb was under attack by Demons. Non survived from the strafe. And there I saw my best friend, standing before the burning trees and houses, grinning as if amused from the sight before him.

"No matter what happens, I'll be there to protect you, Blake Crimson"

My soul has reincarnated to a different world due to protecting everyone from the terrorists. Eventually, I risked my life for the sake of my sister and killed most of the terrorist inside the room. My existence was praised and remembered as a hero who died a noble death. But for what cause? 
Fortunately, I befriended a peculiar person in another world who wished to be a hero. He was, in reality, up for the job, as I perceived his stats tremendously rising amongst the people in our village. By the time we went into our separate ways, our suburb was under attack by Demons. Non survived from the strafe. And there I saw my best friend, standing before the burning trees and houses, grinning as if amused from the sight before him.

Wu Feng was a mischievous young master of the Wu Clan. But that was until he was sent to be the disciple of a cultivation sect.

He imagined that he would become a powerful cultivator that overlooked the whole world, the center of admiration and respect from others, just like the dream of most young cultivators in this world.

But as he walked the lonely path of cultivation, he became aware of the darkness behind the glamorous image of cultivation world.

In a world where everyone born as cultivators, how would he grow as the holder of the rarest spiritual roots in the world?

In a world hidden behind the facade of righteousness, when he gained a mysterious object that will grant him unimaginable power, what will his choice be?

Follow Wu Feng as he grew in a world that made him question his beliefs and path again and again.

I called for Mrs. Scott as I walk towards her with no amount of hesitation. The attention of the people around loses sense while all the way proceeding to their everyday work with nothing much enthusiasm.
Mrs. Scott faced away from her servant and took a glimpse on me, her face rather not convinced, "Ohm… yeah-" After, she laid back again her moody eyes towards him and demanded superiorly; her fingers held on her hips leaning forward a little to intimidate him, "-Once I count from one to five, you should retreat at once from my sight-" She closed her eyes deepening her placidity from engaging more into an outrage, "One- " In a blink of an eye, the frantic tuxedo man dashed out of the scene before Mrs. Scott advance to number two.
As Mrs. Scott's aura of dominance filled the air, I beamed awkwardly whereas Christina stood stonily. The shattered mug on the ground left undisturbed. The cold wind heated up. The lack of ecstasy throughout the day worsened. 'Old ladies can be scary at times… Somehow most of them are but otherwise, I don't think so.'
The cold silence casted a disconcerting vibe, smelting the colours of the rainbows inside. The rolling of the wheels roared behind as one group of workers dragged their stretcher along, with constant orders sounding through the setting. The whistling of birds outside swatted the negativity nearby; only to give out stressing calls for the pessimistic. It took me a while to pull Mrs. Scott out of her generic mood.
I stood in front and commented casually, "Browbeating that guy… is insanely indelicate. "I sighed inwardly, "You've been doing that since the first time…"
Mrs. Scott snorted; her face whitened as the fear convulsed through her skin, "I… had a reason- "I shut her off, squeezing plainly my words, "Anybody has a reason. I had a reason. Christina also had a reason and you as well."  She responded astoundingly; her pupils scattered away from me in desperation, "Sure- but-"
Christina meanwhile, added; her eyes sparkled while keeping up with us, not likely to be ignored, "We were born for many reasons… that's what Aiden is trying to tell." Having heard that I complained inside, my big brain hurting as always, 'That's not what I'm trying to tell, dammit.'
I glowered, linking my telepathy towards Christina, 'What's with you?' She pulled a thumbs up with a contented grin, 'Let me be, please. That's not helping her at all.' 'Who gets to say that?' 'Me, of course.'
Mrs. Scott protested clenching firmly her chest as the pain settled inside her, "You don't understand…- "She looked alertly sideways, not letting anyone eavesdrop on her, "- I've been fantasizing about him being the murderer of my child. I can't take it as a joke… I'm well aware that he might be one of those pawns our opposing company delivered to menace us." Christina extended her gaze on her; her mouth dropped open in dismay, "Wait… What do you mean?"
I'd never thought that might happen; in fact, I could tell from her diction that she's dubious of her own observation- one that often acknowledge a person to heed every occurrence in a way to dissolve them from stabling once more. I assured; my inscrutable face awoken, "That might happen. Yes, I know. But being a pilgrim for that 'assumption' does make everything perilous… You are one of those thing they control over because your self-conscious… and sensitive for no visible reason- "I stared at her tilting my head on the side as she blinked and furrowed her eyes denying everything I said, "No need to twist everything that unfolds in front of you. In a way, your life won't be manipulated by this so called 'opponent' of yours."
Mrs. Scott wasn't satisfied with me. Her dank eyes weighed down as she went forward near me while compressing my sleeve in agitation, "I tell you! He's one of them. Those people who attempted to bring the case back on the surface to dampen the company's reputation and Walter's present well-being." As she said that, my brain boiled in bamboozlement, 'Case? Bring back the case?'
Then again, an awful memory jugged through me. 'Having said that, Albert's upper lips edged and his eyebrows furrowed as he glowered, ready to aim his second strike at my skull, "-After all he still had deep concerns over your departure, even though you triggered an offense that will cause his company to downgrade financially and communally!" 'Somehow it matches up… but am I one of this people who does this out of threat? I'm not sure if I've done such thing with my petty brain… another flashback passed by, 'He bit his down lip while his chin jutted not believing what I had stated, "-So you got amnesia, huh? - "'I'm not. I can still remember every single of them… please stop.
I clutched my head, biting my lip trying to defeat my 'ego' from acting up as another abhorrent reminiscence scooted through my nerves, 'An old man with a large moustache yelled vehemently on me, "You're an ill-wisher… so does your mother!"' No… they don't connect. There is no way such a thing could be this coincidence.
My belly bloated as an urgent feeling of nausea crept through, holding my stomach together from leaking my intestines out. Mrs. Scott held my arms, mouthing words I can't perceive; likely bewildered of this sudden sensation. Her feet tapped on the floor, eyeing at Christina for assistance.
Christina in a lightning flash rushed to me as she saw me bowing desperately for resistance, "Hang on, I'll assist you to the comfort room-" She sniggered in disgust, "Let your diarrhea sink in… for now." As she said that, my mind bounced back to my former state… although my stool is kicking out again in a flash. 'Great,'
I held my knee in a leaning position, steading my back as I watched Mrs. Scott chuckle, "Don't fret about it- "My stomach growled in a quick temper as I demanded towards Christina-, "It's coming out! Quick!"
Instead of helping me, she stood by; her head turned away from me, "Eww! Don't get closer to me!" That's it. At this time, I knew that the only problem I had to sink in to myself is the fact that I had to go to the CR after these horrible memories came through me. I clapped on my mind with a bored face, 'Way to go, Aiden.'
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After freshening myself in a nearby comfort room, Christina and I were walking continuously side by side through the wide hall as the admitting department marched backwards. Several people with a disposable mask lined up two metres away from each other, holding forms and texting on their phones. Disregarding the sounds of the environment, the hospital fell silent. 'Tranquillity is one efficient way to avoid every people from being affected by the virus… Better than putting on a mask, in my opinion.'
I was observing as usual the interaction of people when suddenly Christina threw me a first aid kit. I caught it instinctively with a shock Pikachu face. She insisted me; her eyebrows tilted outwards, "Use this. After doing these simple steps, consult Doc. Kelsy." I ranted on her, knowing that she's letting me do it myself, "How about you help me?!-" I placed my hand on the other, gesturing her to listen up, "You're well-aware that I've been walking like this the whole time and you didn't bother helping me… and you call yourself a 'nurse'!" She glared at me with a scowl, "Who cares about you anyway?" Having heard that, I screamed at her in response, "Wow, so indignant! Nurse had to aid patients regardless of hatred and discrimination and now, you're leaving me like this!"
She ignored the topic while looking away from me with a rapid roll on her eye, "So when did you meet Mrs. Scott?" "Try to avoid and I'll keep on disturbing you later this night. I bet you'll see me as someone much scarier than Albert." She snapped after I mentioned him, clearly spooked, "You!"
I cut her off going off topic, annoyed by her expected rumbling, "Okay, I'll answer that question of yours." "Stop being uptight! You're making excuses to anger me."
I neglected her, pushing myself away from her as I answered with a smile, "I met her because she asked me for a meal. But since I'm a generous guy, I complied in a heartbeat." She sounded a 'tch', "I bet you were only doing that to zip her mouth. Knowing you."
Out of the blue, I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me with a strong feeling of displeasure. My chest was an inch away from her. She blushed, definitely unattended with my murderous look.
We stayed on this state in a while as blurry spheres of red oozed through the air. Her warm breath cascaded my neck as her little shivers vibrated on my palm. She announced shamefully, letting her head low as she gave up on me, "Mrs. Scott is Albert's mother… I wanted you to know that." My eyes widened as I heard that. 'Umm…. What?'

(This is a general fiction story taking place around the COVID-19 pandemic with an ill-natured journalist as the protagonist.)

Have you ever feel the pain our heroes had gone through? Then this story will help you get closer as new challenges and learnings unfolds in front of them.

Introduction :

Aiden Ferrel had forgotten most of the things he knew about his life, including his past tortures around people who he knew by then was significant throughout.

When by that time he had a commision to film a document about the hardships and sacrifices of medical workers around the current war, fragments of memories had gone through him- All that is enough to infuriate him.

As he went closer to them, he had a feeling of sentiments running throughout - a feeling that will no longer sustain himself.

"Let us create blissful memories and I'll capture it with my all my heart... before our time ends."

(Also please read my review first before reading 'Distancing with You.')

Book Cover by: blackwhiterose1608

"Trick Or Treat!" Said all of us with our bags open wide, waiting for the candy to be dropped. When we got what we wanted, We walked to the next house for our Candy pick up.

I'm the boy dressed as Scott Pilgrim by the way, And Yes, That is my natural hair color.

I stayed with the group for the next few houses until I decided to see what my friend was doing down the street. I knock on the door, but I get no answer, which is fine. I'll just see him later.

After being separated from the group, I continue to Trick Or Treat at the other houses with my pillowcase half full of candy. It became heavier the more the fun-size packs were stuffed inside. Around the time I drug it behind me, I noticed that someone was following me.

They wore a brown jumpsuit with a skull mask on their face so I couldn't tell just who it was.

I came to the next house and knocked on the door. Three teenage girls opened the door and smiled when they saw me.

"Yes?" The one in the middle asked.

"Trick or treat!" I Yelled and then whispered. "Is that person looking over here?"

As one girl got a hand full of candy from the bucket, the other two looked at the man across the street. "Yes." The second one said.

"I don't know him and he's following me."

"Do you need to come inside?" The third one asked.

"If I can come through the back."

They let me in and shut the door. I heard them chain the door locked while I went to the back with the third one. I went outside and waved bye. I took a couple of steps outside when I noticed a girl hiding behind a tree trunk holding binoculars. She noticed me watching and motioned me to go over there.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Victor. Who are you?"

"Ellen." She whispered.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm spying on them."

"Why?"

"Does it matter? Why don't you continue doing water you're doing so I can go back to whatever I was doing. Okay?"

I walked away from the tree and out of the yard. But when I turned around, the man was there. waiting for me.

I looked at him one last time and ran away. I didn't look back but I knew he was chasing me. We hurried down the quiet road and passed Old Man Kranker's house, whose front window crashed when we ran. Eventually, We made it to the cemetery where the man caught up. I fell and screamed when he was just a few feet away from me. The killer raised his knife but was attacked by two teenagers.

I wish I knew what happened next, but I passed out...

An anthology series that takes place all on the same night if Halloween.

separated into five separate parts, (One story a week until the 31st) Happy Haunting Is a horror series that could give you shivers or make you laugh. It depends.

Week 1: The Bed - Instead of going to her crush's big Halloween party, A teenage girl must babysit her younger brother who claims there is a monster under his bed.

Week 2: The Grave - A group of teenagers gathers in a cemetery to honor the life and death of a woman who mysteriously disappeared 50 years before.

Week 3: The Man - While Trick Or Treating with his friends, a Young boy notices a masked man following him every step he goes.

Week 4: The Gathering - A nerdy girl spies on the popular girls and discovers their dark secret.

Week 5: The Moon - A teenager is about to get the scare of his life after he eggs his neighbor's house.

No matter how strange, All stories are connected. See if you can find how they intertwine.

          mabel and April got to the bar dressed in clone clothing of  orchid shorts, white designer top with orchid print at the front, white supra skytop foot wear and orchid cap to match.

     April had also tint her air exactly  Mabel's. written on the top was "away from the city" in a comic front design. 

    low looking like real sisters they both chatted happily as they walked inside the bar. attracting attention from the customers in the bar they walked with pride to the counter. 

   by now there weren't much customer as business only gets crowdy at night. only people who come to relax their body or come for business are here. 

    they both sat down on a barstool facing Anderson and Scott. " wow!... you two look so beautiful " Anderson compliment them. " yeah I nearly didn't recognize you two, you look so beautiful" Scott added mainly fixing his gaze on April. 

'she's so beautiful, ever since he had set his eyes on her yesterday after singing on the stage with such sweet voice and emotion.. he had fallen for her'. not wanting to think much about it he avert his gaze and focus on the liquor he was mixing. he added some cubes of ice to it and offer two cups out of five to mabel and April. 

     "thanks" April said as she stretched her hand to collect it when mabel suddenly hit her hand away.... "we're also workers here and it's not advisable to drink during working hours" she stated fixing her eyes on April. nodding her head April agreed. "but can I get something cold apart from water.... something chocolate my throat is burning" she said Fanning herself with her hand. 

     "give her like water" mabel said with an evil smirk on her lips. "what?! ... lime water?!!"  April exclaimed not satisfied  with her opinion. 

      "what! you want to drink chocolate and grow more fat uh?" she said looking her from her face to her lap. "get us some lime water" she told Scott who had a broad smile on his face watching April angry face. 

    they both collected the lime water and drank it... April knotted her brow not still satisfied. ignoring her crampled face mabel stood up and said " back to work, let's go attend to customers" she jerked April's arm as she also stood up tailing behind mabel. 

   Anderson faced Scott looking at him with questioning eyes "what?!" Scott exclaimed. 

    " don't tell me you're falling for her?" Anderson asked with worry on his face. " hell no!" he answered trying to deny his feelings. "heyyy I know you well.... you have fallen for her" he tried to pry more into the issue. 

    "okay.. fine fine I like her" he said raising  his hands up leaving it hanging in the air. 

      "hmmm" was the only thing that came out of Anderson lips as he continue mixing the drinks. 

      Scott also faced his work smiling. 

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      Clinton got to Peyton brewery Ltd and fixed a board meeting..... he introduced himself as the fiance of Bianca Peyton and as the only survivor to the company. guilt pricked his mind as he made that particular statement he never knew it will come to this. first he was the source of Mabel's death and now he's missing her like he never did before, he had thought Bianca could filled the empty space but hell no she couldn't. 

     now speaking  of the devil how had she managed to convince him, who was he to judge her and he had been a fool to stepped on their trap. but what can he do. he had chosen his path and he must face his karma.... well he knew he was wrong this morning but his temper was just something he still couldn't control. she had pissed him off and stepped out of her limits. 

    to make things right he must apologize and know juy what to do. 

   coming out of his thoughts he looked at the angry board that doesn't seem to be pleased with what was going on. 

    "but Bianca isn't capable of the position and you'll be occupied with your own company" a man in his seventies with white hair all over his face protest. he seems to be the next possible candidate for the position as he had the largest shares among the board members. 

      Clinton looked at him with deadly stare which made him swallowed. there's one thing he's known for its his temper as all of them seems to be avoid being on his bad side. 
     " I'm sure you've all gone through the file on your table.... it's just a matter of time till the chairman recuperate... he's not dead, he's just sick and he'll be back on his feet soon" he explained  calmly trying to wave off any suspicion. 
  
      avoiding to be on his bad side as they all know how dangerous he could be especially in business they all swallowed and nod their head with frown on their face not pleased with the situation . even if the chairman recuperate who's going to succeed the position. they all thought it would be mabel but now she's gone, Bianca is incapable of the position.... the only person who is fit for the position again is his wife. " Mirabel Peyton" daughter to a well known business man. but hell no they can't accept her as their chairwoman the woman will be thorns on their flesh. 

      without saying  they all agreed unwillingly and dispersed themselves. 

       after leaving Clinton turned to Eddy " how about chad?" he asked without blinking his eyes. 
    "on the last stage sir" he answered with flat tone. 
"show no mercy!" he said averting his gaze. " and have you found out the one who leaked the information about mabel" he asked with sad face which he quickly concealed immediately. "not yet sir" Eddy answered. 

     "and sir young miss once requested about meeting chad, should I permit her.... I wanted to asked you first as it's dangerous" he said trying to explain as his knotted brow didn't escape his notice. 

     "go ahead" he answered plainly  standing up from his seat. let's go it's going to get busier. "yes boss" Eddy answered tailing behind him. 

        

Tony looked at himself in the mirror. After staring at his reflection for a very long time, he said

"Is it a Lucid Dream? But Why am I not able to wake up? There's no way that I transmigrated in the body of a fictional character such as Tony Stark and even consumed his soul…..But, The Theory of Everything...If we believe the Theory of Infinite Universes, then it is indeed possible that the Marvel universe exist in the Multiverse. But how did I transmigrate? I am about 80% sure that I died from the Tsar Bomba and there is almost no proof of this being a lucid dream while my body is going through some weird sleep paralysis."

Anthony was making all kinds of hypothesis of how it all happened.
He was sure that he died from that hydrogen bomb but the next second he opened his eyes, he was sitting on a chair as some foreign memories assaulted his brain.
He immediately controlled those memories with the help of his AI chip which also transmigrated with his soul and slowly absorbed everything.

After he had seen all the memories, and a weird pain which almost broke his soul, his AI chip's notification brought him to his senses.
It told him that his appearance in this world will change many things due to a butterfly effect.
After he came back to reality, he saw General Ross, who he knew from the foreign memories shaking him erratically and calling him 'Stark'.

The first reflex of Anthony at such a confusing situation was to handle it normally and figure everything out later.
General Ross told him that he suddenly fell unconscious while he was giving suggestions for the sokovia accords and after about ten seconds, he gained his consciousness back.

'From the looks of it, It seems that this is Marvel Cinematic universe, and If I really have transmigrated, then it is going to get pretty interesting.
The reason I dropped the comics was because Iron man had a lot of potential yet he never actually explored it due to his hypocritical morals.

He could've recreated his father's serum which turned the limpy Steve Rogers into Captain America, but he never did.

He could've researched Pepper after she was injected with the extremis but it was poorly modified and ultimately purged by an alien cyber virus.

He wasted many things such as Vibranium, Adamantium, Infinity Stones. 
That Symbiote Armour also had a lot more potential. 
Hmm….Now if this really is the reality then I have enough time and resources to do a lot of things…..'

Anthony had a smile on his face. A real and genuine smile which he never thought would appear on his lips.

'Jarvis, overtake this world's Jarvis. Learn everything that it knows and completely take over it. As soon as you succeed, start creeping inside of all the systems connected to the internet.'
Commanded Anthony, who has now assumed the identity of Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark, or simply Tony Stark.

As Tony was communicating with Jarvis in his lab, Pepper suddenly came from behind and gave him a back hug.

"General …...Ross called me and told me that you….that you have a radiation poisoning…" Said Pepper while almost crying.

'sigh...Will have to go with her shit now. But she is important as she handles all the meetings and businesses while I save the world…..but now I will sit home and invent as I might destroy this world myself….Well, I can act a little lovey-dovey to manipulate her.' thought Tony in his mind as he got out of her embrace and simply kissed the crying Pepper on her tender lips.

.....

[Completely Absorbed the AI named 'Jarvis' of this world]

[AI will shut down for the upgrade now….]

[Shutting down in 10….9…...8…...7]

.....

Tony handled the crying pepper and took her to his room by picking her up in princess style.
He knew how to handle people and to completely subdue Pepper, he has to show her that he is completely honest and genuine about her.

Pepper was surprised with Tony's sudden actions as she demanded to know what he was doing but Tony just meaningfully looked at her and placed her on his bed and started kissing her again. 
His kisses weren't filled with lust but were very light and filled with love.
He caressed her hairs as he started undoing her shirt while she too started to undo his pants in the heat of the moment. 
Tony made love to Pepper all night long as he made sure to satisfy her at least three times while he slowly and slowly slipped the words such as "I Love you" and "I missed you" in between of the very slow and fluffy love making of theirs.


After he had done that, he slowly told her more lies about how she shouldn't worry about him that much and that he just fainted for 10 seconds because of overwork.
Pepper clearly didn't believe him and thought that he really had a Plutonium poisoning but chose to ignore it since he was so genuine to her.
Today was indeed the best day of her life as Tony had never shown so much love to her before and thinking about it again, she just gave him a peck on his cheek before leaving for a boards meeting the next morning.

'Finally…' thought Tony as he saw Pepper off at the gates of Stark Tower.

'Jarvis? Have you Upgraded?' Asked Tony in his Mind

[*Ding* Yes Sir, I indeed have upgraded]

'Hmm, So, what are the new changes? Tell me?' Asked Tony as he made his way towards his lab.

[My Processing Speed has upgraded, Memory is increased, gained an improved self-learning algorithm and learnt a lot about this world.]

'Good. Have you infected the internet?'

[Yes Sir, I am hacking all the systems connected to Internet]

'Very well, Now trace Hank Pym, Scott Lang, James Howlett, Erik Magnus Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier'

[Very Well Sir]

After giving Jarvis his orders, Tony himself started to work on some things.

'Two Infinity Stones are still on earth. The Mind Stone with Vision and The Time Stone with Dr. Strange. Dr. Strange's Teleportation Mystic arts is a huge asset too and so is vision's entire body. Let's first get the Nanoparticles and try crafting them with programming. I'm way ahead of Marvel's Comic-Verse in Marvel's Cinematic Universe. This is going to get messy. In about a month, Civil War will happen and that will be my best shot at Vision and Antman. I also have to talk to Peter.
I also need to find out about Thanos. If this Thanos is from the Comic Verse then everyone is fucked. King Thanos is a god whose lover is the primordial entity of Death itself. They even have a fucking child together.

So Many variables. I don't like it. Don't like it one bit.'

[*Ding* Found Hank Pym, Scott Lang, James Howlett, Erik Magnus Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier]

'Already? That's fine. Let's start with James Howlett, our very own Wolverine. He has the lowest risk factor. All brawn and no brain. The rest are cunning...Well Except for Scott Lang anyways.
Put a bounty on his head. $3 Million would do. And if anyone can do it silently, then they'll get $4 Million.'

[Very Well Sir]

'Also, Have you hacked into Wakanda?'

[No Sir, That place has its own AI which is preventing the Hack. It will take time]

'No Problem. Present Howard Stark's research on Captain's Serum. You can find it in the S.H.I.E.L.D's database. Also, Tony at least must have collected some extremis while he cured Pepper, find out about that too.'

[Task Initiated…..]

After about Half an Hour, Jarvis presented the research papers of both Extremis and Super-Soldier Serum to Tony who then immediately started working on them. Jarvis was also making custom nanoparticles in another lab and soon Tony lost the track of time.

A Genius Psychopath from Earth transmigrates into the body of Tony Stark which completely changes the fate of the Multiverse.
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This novel will follow both The Cinematic and Comic Verse. If you are a fellow nerd then you will be able to understand more quickly than the normies.
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AU Dark!Tony
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The Reason I'm writing this and not continuing my other novels is that I am in hospital and the chapters of those novels are saved up in my desktop at home. Now till I recover in this Hospital, I will write this fiction and maybe more from my mobile.

For this week i had no plans. I intended to laze around for a week before going onto my next world to steal. Damn i have become the most strongest heister ever.

Anyway the MHA world has quirks but they lack a strong one, even the so called Ultimate Reality Warper in that universe is a big joke.

That was going by the standards of Marvel, where Reality Warpers had no conditions to activate their skills. MHA went around the curve to make their reality warpers heavily dependant on Gene Vitality.

And when Gene Vitality is completely used up, Gene Deformation would be the next step as such descent to madness would be a common thing. It could be also be said that the MHA universe core was evolving slowly.

That is why Argus is so low levelled that i can't even say he is a reality warper. I mean sure he can create something from nothing but the more he uses his power the more he will experience Gene Deformation, which will result in constant mental and health illness.

The more the core would evolve, the more the organisms under it would gain power beyond understanding. So maybe a few hundreds year later a true Reality Warper would be born. 

In the case of evolution, the Marvel verse has already reached the point of transitioning from a 3D universe to a 4D one.

Its just that we need to endure a few more 'End's of Time' to be completely refined. But the hassle was i was only free until the next End Of Time. 

Which may sound like an enormous amount of time, but to beings like me. It can be considered my coming of age ceremony rather than a long time.

So in the eyes of Cosmic Beings, it would be like what, a few years. Well we stole Argus from MHA and it would likely be a few more years before i gain permission to add MHA Earth near Marvel Earth.

I had petitioned this to the Cosmic Beings to allow me to protect Marvel 616 or let me steer it and make it Marvel 616.8. But it seems like the One Above All has other plans.

Man its such a hassle, i know Kotoamatsukami will allow it. But right now that same trick looks more like time bomb to me. 

One in particular i could never hope to escape from. So i had to slowly steer their subconsciousness otherwise i would risk being found out.

Also lately Kai has been granted Autonomous thought and Movements. Well he is more like a Shadow Clone right now. An upgraded Shadow Clone though.

Kai is more like an outfit for me more than anything else. He is the one outfit i would wear when i do something or anything related to machinery. Man it feels odd treating living beings as clothes.

The next world i want to go to would not be random. It will be selected but the racial and gender selection would be random. I like it when the odds are even more stacked against me. It makes me understand why mortals grasp for power is so iron clad.

So i was lazing around looking through the Dataverse amd what do i find. Material that i can watch with a lot of popcorn. It was Skip working towards the Kotoryuu girl. I kinda forgot her name.

Romance at such a young age, the drama that will ensue and all of it excites me. Eh, what thats it, you only hold hands and kiss each other. Skip i am dissapointed, i had thought that perhaps you had become more manly. But you are a maiden at heart even now.

But before i can continue on, i see the one and only Deadpool taking my popcorn and saying "Dissapointing".

Oye why the heck is he here. Can anyone explain to me ?. Deadpool then takes an offended look and says "Look at you being lazy. My younger bro has to be more active so that i may shine more".

What the heck does that even mean. "Wade tell me what you want or go bother someone else. I am pretty sure you have lots of other people to irritate".

"Look at that guys, my brother knows me best". Then weirdly enough he dissappears off this entire universe for a second and comes out with a. Is that a fucking Comic Book and that too a Marvel edition at that.

"Wade you know thats not allowed isn't it". Comic books are an item that only 4th wall breakers like them can acquire but even then its not allowed to be propagated so easily, especially so if its a Marvel one.

Wade then continues unbothered "Oh its just a draft no one will find out".

Okay now you have my interest piqued. Just what comic would Wade show me. 

It was a Gwen Poole comic draft. Now i am thoroughly interested.

Wade then says "Look at my little brother having a crush. But aren't you aware of her psychotic personality".

"Ahemm anyway Wade what are you doing with that". I am curious about what he wants to do.

He just says "Playing God". He then takes a marker out of nowhere and keeps on scribbling on the draft.

He was drafting a ridiculous amount of 4th wall breaking powers for her. "Wade you have to chill down, i know you are lonely but this is no way to go about".

Looking at my 'Are you so desperate' eyes, Wade made a serious expression i never thought was possible with a mask. 

He then said "Little bro I don't make characters okay. I just throw a few idea's here and there. Its the editors choice if they get accepted".

"So why were you here again ?...". Right at that moment i felt it. Reality Warping on a scale that was vast and dangerous.

It then clicked in why Wade was here. "You bastard". But as if he already expected this he threw his hands up saying "Hey I don't decide things here. If anything else Decimation Day is a major keypoint in Mutant history. Also it doesn't really matter for you isn't it". It must be the voice inside his head.

Before any of his shenanigans could continue on, i had lifted him by the neck and thrown him off my island. Decimation Day would have been fine and all before, but right now about 45% of the populace was a Super.

The second words for the curse has been said. In my anger i had lightly tapped the air. But due to this i had ignored the hand that had grabbed me and pulled me down.

The tap had sent Wanda who was about to conplete the curse flying like a ragdoll across the Earth. While i had been pulled by Wade in the 'Comments Section'. Why the heck would i be here.

"Argh shit i knew you weren't a Comic character. If you were one, your Comic book would be here".

Okay i am just going to leave and leave i did. I already doubted my realness, i didn't need Wade ensuring that fact. 

Wade then popped out too all the while saying "You should let Canon follow its original lines, you know for more knowledge on the futures you can predict".

"Wade there are literally infinite timelines of the universe we are in. Destroying one timeline doesn't matter, you yourself devastated a few, so why are you disturbing me ?".

As funny it may seem, there even exists one version where the Deadpool is more psychotic and dangerous than he is right now. 

He did destroy the universe, kill the publishers and many other things in said universe. That is the Red Voice inside Wades head, a murderous and ravenous being of immense danger

"The timelines are already a mess. I want one to follow its fucking route". As absurd as it sounds i think Wade would really attack me for that matter. I mean thats just how insane he is. 

He himself says that all timelines even confuse him to the point he makes analogies to point out similarities and oddness in the stories.

Damn you Wade if i really did follow the same route won't i end up broken down and insane. As a matter of fact even Supers would cease to exist.

Wade then says out "Why would i say out something, when i can proclaim it. Also why is it that this book focuses a heck lot on me and you. Am i so shiny".

"Wade stop with your references people won't get". I don't care somebody shut him the fuck up.

"Thats a task that is impossible, and by Pokemon standards aren't you like an Arceus and the Missing No. who had been untimely fusioned". 

Okay that sounded disgusting yet true i guess. I mean, "Wait a minute, you are stalling for time !".

At this Wade clicks his mouth and says "Time for Plan C". He takes a pose that would be reminiscent of an era where hip hop was new and then out of nowhere comes a BoomBox which started throwing out the Crazy Frog Beats.

He then started dancing. Okay pretty weird but nonetheless very distracting when he is actually dancing very well. Peak human body for you.

"Wade have a sunbath". He looks pretty ready and shouts out "Hah you won't be able to do the same trick again". Then comes out Chaos Counter ready to show the Chaos energy it had accumulated.

But "It does not have enough Tally". At this Wade sweats a little and says "You know i was busy and all, so i rarely used Chaos Counter".

I can already guess what you used it for and what you were busy with. "You were busy taking bullet and sword wounds in a bid to look cool isnt it. The only time you used Chaos Counter would be when you need the remote in your table or an invisible hand to feed you soda and pizza while you lazed around".

At this accusation even Chaos Counter flinchs. What the heck, you really used a Galactic Buster Weapon as a tool to open cans you could stab through. Again common sense sometimes even escapes me.

I look at this bullshit and say "Apollo cremate him". I have more pressing matters to handle, which is one Rogue Reality Warper. Wade then shouts out "Damn it follow the script little brother and try throwing me into the sun like before".

To this i can only say "Apollo is the Sun and i have thrown him at you. No problems in your so called script whatsoever". Then Apollo who had just entered starts gathering energy for a Cruel Sun.

Then Wade looks at me and then at Apollo and starts running. Shouting out profanities he goes around escaping the attacks that should normally hit with pinpoint accuracy. What can i say Chaos Counter truly allows you to mess with reality.

While that is happening, i Jump at the position from which i slapped Wanda away. I Warp her here and it can be seen that she had never expected a planetary scale attack out of nowhere.

She looks confused, it was only a few moments ago that she had stabilised herself. I look around to only see surprised expressions from the X-Men and Brotherhood of Mutants present.

So i naturally said what came to mind "You guys haven't disbanded yet". It came out a bit sinister and cruel, but i did make Superpowers easy to acquire. So half the reason why X-Men shouldn't even exist.

Scott looks at me and calmly replies "The Monarch sure jests, we still help orphans and other Mutants in need that allow us to.....".

Before he can continue i had slapped Wanda across the Earth. They were completely gobsmacked, since they never really expected me to attack and when i did nobody could follow it.

Literally, out of nowhere a sonic boom came and Wanda had disappeared from her initial location again. This makes it the second time today and they were mostly shocked that i could display this level of power.

"A sense of self. Pfft, since my pet nearly killed 70% of all the usual bad guys you fought. You guys haven't been able to fight anyone. It has made you anxious and restless, making you question if the world really needed you".

Scott then tries to come up with a counter but before his reply i had already said "Nah i am good. Don't need cookies Scout Boy".

I already know what drives the X-Men right now. A bid for existence, even i would be desperate to prove my uniqueness if suddenly the entire world would be able to gain powers.

Nowadays Mutants no longer hide in the shadows, they come out from the shadows and civilians welcome them saying 'Hey Lucky guy, won't you join us for a meal'.

What made them odd and dangerous no longer exist since most governments now have Two or more Evolution Codex's. So one or two is reserved for civilian use which is every ten days.

So in this way i had made the problems Mutantkind faced completely dissappear. Also the countries may not want any war for now since the Avalon debacle, but give or take a few years. They will again start vying each others Evolution Codex.

After that the pace of a world with Superpowers will fasten even more. So in a way i made peace and acceptance for Mutantkind that Xavier and Mageneto fought for with their Movements, a huge joke.

The protagonist woke up one day as one of Marvel's strongest anti-hero. Follow our protagonist as he raises his army of personalities.

I am a newbie author and this is just written to give me an idea on how to write Fiction and Stories.

FEATURES

10 Classic Superheroes, Ranked By Their Origin Stories

by Neeraj Kumar Prajapati 

Not everyone is born a hero. In the case of superheroes, it's a singular moment that typically sets the individual on the path to becoming a force for good. That's what is known as the origin story. Whether it's an alien with unbelievable powers or a regular Earthling who's just trying to do the best with their natural talents, each comic book protagonist has an experience that leads them on their heroic path. And boy, have there been a lot of these told for both classic and modern heroes. 

The comic book medium has been going strong for more 75 years, and over those decades hundreds, if not thousands, of superheroes have been introduced. Typically these origin stories have been seen across a variety of media by both passionate comic book fans and people who are just looking for a good tale. And just because a hero is successful doesn't mean that they got off to the best start with their origin stories, but when these tales are told right, they're the stuff of legend. Here are some of the most famous superheroes of all time ranked by how great and epic their origin stories are. 

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1. The X-Men

Of course, each individual X-Men has their own unique stories, but together the team's origin tale is a classic. As mutants, they were all born with their abilities rather than imbued with them by science, magic or aliens. Consequently, many of these people face mistrust and bigotry from the general population who view them as freaks of nature. However, despite their persecution, they still use their powers to protect the innocent. Brought together by Charles Xavier, the X-Men not only combat threats ranging from fanatical humans to fellow mutants, but their overall mission is to fight for the rights of their fellow mutants and usher in a world of acceptance and peace. So even though their overall story is based in a superhero world, it's memorable because their goals are similar to what many of us want to achieve in real life.

Seen On Screen: In Bryan Singer's initial X-Menforay, back in 2000.

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2. The Flash (Barry Allen)

In the 1950s, DC Comics decided to relaunch several of their most successful superheroes from the 1940s as new individuals. The Flash was the first to receive this treatment, being reintroduced in 1956 as forensic scientist Barry Allen. While working late in his lab one night, he was struck by lightning, which subsequently knocked him into shelf full of chemicals. After waking up, he discovered he could run at superhuman speeds, and donning the red and yellow costume that's become much more recognizable than his predecessor's, Barry became the new Flash and built a quite a supporting cast. Visually it's one of the best origins on this list, but it also has a distinct sci-fi feel to it that few DC hero origins had before it. Many non-comic book fans saw this origin told for the first time back in October on the CW series The Flash.

Seen On Screen: As mentioned, the best version of The Flash Can be seen each week on The CW.

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3. Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)

Green Lantern was the second DC hero to be revitalized during the Silver Age of comic books. This time around, test pilot Hal Jordan inherited a special ring after it was bequeathed to him by a dying alien named Abin Sur who had crash-landed on Earth. Unlike the magical ring that the Golden Age Green Lantern wore, Hal Jordan's ring was a product of science that allowed him to use his willpower to fly and make solid constructs with his mind. Inheriting Abin Sur's legacy, Hal became the new Green Lantern of Sector 2814, and the first human to ever join the Green Lantern Corps. Like The Flash, it's memorable for its sci-fi feel, but also to due to how this Green Lantern inherited his heroic legacy from a mysterious visitor (which would later be repeated with Kyle Rayner) whereas his predecessor Alan Scott just sort of stumbled upon his power.

Seen On Screen: In the flawed, but right now only, Green Lantern origin movie with Ryan Reynolds, which hit theaters in 2011.

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4. Iron Man

Although the location for Iron Man's origin has changed several times throughout the decades, the story itself has not. While demonstrating some of his creations abroad, Tony Stark was injured and taken captive by enemy soldiers. While in captivity, he was forced to build weapons for these terrorists, but with the help of scientist Ho Yinsen, he built a mechanical suit that allowed him to defeat his captors and escape to freedom. With a renewed perspective on life, Tony uses his new armor to protect the innocent as Iron Man. Not only is it one of best redemption origin stories and full of action as Tony escaped his imprisonment, it also showed that not everyone who becomes a superhero starts out as a moral individual. Sometimes takes a nudge (or in Tony's case nearly dying from shrapnel in your heart) to discover your true potential.

Seen On Screen: Stark's destiny was brought to life by Jon Favreau in 2008's Iron Man, with Robert Downey Jr. in the lead.

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5 Captain America

Captain America's origin story wouldn't work well as an anti-drug PSA, but it's an excellent story of trumping over the odds. Steve Rogerswanted to serve in World War II, but his scrawny body and ill health prevented him from enlisting. Fortunately for him, he was chosen as the test subject for Project Rebirth, and after being injected with the Super Soldier Serum, his body became the epitome of physical perfection. Soon after the scientist who created the serum was assassinated by a Nazi spy, leaving the serum's formula lost and making Steve the only one of his kind. He subsequently became Captain America to not only to help defeat the Axis forces, but to become one of the most well-known superheroes in the present-day after being frozen for decades. As mentioned earlier, it's memorable for featuring the little guy rising up to beat the odds, but it also helps that it was an important reflection of the era he was created in and even inspired good to defeat evil in real life.

𝙋𝙤𝙫 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣. 

—Ya es hora de irme, llegaré tarde con la señora Parks.— dije saliendo de mi habitación intentando ver a Michael, hacía más de media hora que Sam se había ido. Abrí la puerta del garaje pensando que ya no llamaría la atención. 

—¿Quieres que te lleve?— escuché. 

—Amm, no. Estoy bien, gracias— respondí, para después ver que mi auto no estaba, solo el de Michael. ¿Qué?

—Por eso te lo pregunto, mandé tu auto al mecánico, estaba derramando aceite.— caminó detrás de mi, para después dirigirse a su auto y subirse. —Sube, tenemos que hablar, solos.— me dijo con un tono serio. Tenía miedo, ¿Será que ya descubrió lo de Sam? Subí de acompañante. Encendió el auto, la puerta del garaje se abrió y salimos con rumbo a la casa de la señora Parks que de hecho estaban casi a media hora de nuestra casa. Un silencio incómodo estaba invadiendo el auto. —Evelyn, se que no soy tu padre completamente.— dijo, rompiendo el silencio sin dejar de mirar el camino. —Pero créeme que amo a tu madre y a ti, quiero lo mejor para todos, no importa lo que tenga que hacer.— noté como usaba más fuerza al manejar el volante después de esas palabras. —Y bueno, dado el hecho de que has estado demasiado rara éstas últimas semanas…— 

—¿Rara, yo? Nunca, así siempre me comporto.— interrumpí. 

—Mentira, escuchas mucha música romántica, cuando tu eres más de rock y música vieja, te maquillas mucho al salir, antes no lo hacías, ni siquiera cuando salías con tus amigas, ahora si lo haces, te bañar todos los días y te la pasas bailando y cantando— lo miré confundida, si prestaba atención a mi vida, más de lo que yo pensaba. 

—Yo me bañaba todos los días…— 

—Mentira, lo hacías dos veces a la semana, y cuando Charlotte te decía que lo hicieras, respondías "¿Para qué? ¿Para quién? Sucia.— me sonrojé un poco, que pena que él recuerde eso. —Y ahora lo haces más seguido y te maquillas más seguido, mírate— me miró la cara unos segundos. Nos detuvimos en un semáforo rojo. —Te ves hermosa, no quiero decir que haces todo esto por alguien más, no necesariamente se tiene que hacer algo así por alguien más. Por como es la sociedad ahora, decir eso es para que te cancelen. En fin, sales mucho con tus amigas, mucho, y debes saber de una vez que eres muy mala escondiendo cosas.— trague saliva, era muy observador, prestaba atención a mi vida y yo pensaba que no, por eso no conectaba con él los primeros meses. —Por eso quería hablar, ya que no te he escuchado hablar de algún chico… Puedo deducir que esas salidas con tus amigas, las haces con una en especial, eres… ¿Lesbiana?— preguntó con naturalidad. Solté una carcajada al escuchar eso. —No tiene nada de malo que lo seas, yo te amo tal y como seas, en pleno 2021 hay más de dos géneros y ese tema de la ropa, etc, etc.— 

—No, no, no— interrumpí, recuperando la respiración. —No soy lesbiana, Michael.— el semáforo cambió a verde. —Pero aprecio mucho que te quieras involucrar en mi vida, de verdad, me encanta.— nunca había dicho esas palabras, ni con mi padre biológico. —Pero fallaste.— dije ya con más naturalidad. 

—Claro que si, siempre trato de ser mejor, el mejor para ustedes y quiero que tengamos comunicación, por ejemplo… si hubieras pedido permiso para ir a éste fest te la hubiera dado, incluso hubiera hablado con Elliot y Dakota para que dejaran ir a Sam.— eso era mentira, detesto que los padres den una versión de lo "Buenos" que pudieron ser, cuando no es así. —Quiero ser parte de tu vida— dijo, nos volvimos a detener en un semáforo rojo, me miró a los ojos, su mirada reflejaba cariño y felicidad de pasar tiempo conmigo. —¿Entonces?— Sonreí y asentí un par de veces, estaba apuntó de dar una de las mejores mentiras de mi vida. 

—Se trata de un chico.— solté, con el corazón a mil, sentía que se me saldría del pecho. —Tal vez no debería ser así, haber cambiado tanto por una persona, como tu lo dices, pero en realidad… No te das cuenta de ese cambio, solo ocurre y te sientes feliz con el.— Noté su sonrisa pícara, tape la mitad de mi cara con mi mano derecha. —No me mires así, por favor.— solté pequeñas risas tímidas. 

—Estoy feliz por ti, es la primera vez que te veo enamorada, en éste tipo de situación. ¿Cómo es? ¿Cuál es su nombre?— mi corazón empezó a latir más rápido, ¿En qué me metí? —Se llama…— pensé lo más rápido que pude. —Scott…— ¿En serio? Cabrera, ¿No se te ocurrió algo mejor que Pilgrim? —Es un chico muy lindo, me trata bien y me cuida, me siento cómoda con él, pero no les había dicho nada, ya sabes, en caso de que no duráramos, pero ahora lo sabes.— dije ya empezando a controlarme. 

—¿Cuánto tiempo llevan juntos?— preguntó con interés. Creo que en eso no hace falta mentir, quiero decir, ya le cambié el nombre, lo demás no puede ser mentira. 

—Empezamos a ser pareja el ocho de enero de éste año, no llevamos mucho tiempo, pero el poco que llevamos me he sentido bien.— dije suspirando lentamente. 

—Me alegro mucho por ti, ¿Dónde se conocieron?— Oh no… 

—Bueno… me mandó solicitud en Facebook, Sam me dijo que se la aceptara, es su amigo y pues él me dijo que yo le gustaba a Scott y pues no es para nada feo, entonces… la acepté y hubo una pequeña conexión rápidamente. Hablamos por horas y eso, hasta que nos vimos y decidimos ser lo que somos ahora, todo en menos de una semana.— terminé de decir. 

—¿Es amigo de Sam? Nunca me contó de él, todo pasó muy rápido. Quiero decir, Sam y tú se conocieron en la fiesta de año nuevo, ¿Se hicieron amigos tan rápido?— No puede ser. Está atando cabos. 

—Si, antes de que se fuera a su trabajo hablamos un poco e intercambiamos números, de ahí a Facebook y al par de días Scott me mandó solicitud.— traté de no romper la cronología. —Y ahora que Sam y yo nos veremos más seguido me ayudará a seguir con Scott, dándome recomendaciones y eso, bueno, eso espero.— terminé de explicar. Por favor que no me pida una foto de él, por favor. 

—¿Puedo ver alguna foto?— maldición. 

—Eh… no lo creo, no quiero que lo vayas a acosar o algo— 

—Bueno, supongo que está bien, pero si todo va bien, algún día tendré que conocerlo, no me molesta esperar. Aunque debo decir que todo pasó muy rápido, me alegro por ti y espero que todo siga muy bien para ustedes y gracias por al fin contarme todo…— parecía que algo estába pasando por su mente, como si estuviese almacenando información. —Espera…— me miró con seriedad, volví a tragar saliva. —Entonces… ¿Todas las salidas con tus amigas, eran las salidas con Scott?— tengo que revisar mis pantalones, casi me orino encima. 

—Eh… S-si, no todas, pero si muchas— dije para después soltar una pequeña risa de nervios. 

—Lo sabía, algo me decía que no eran salidas con tus amigas.— dijo con una sonrisa. Después de todo no estaba tan equivocado, volví mi vista hacia la carretera. Había aprendido algo de todo esto, Michael era observador y atento con las personas que quiere y aunque pueda fallar en algunas cosas, puede deducir otras, Sam y yo tenemos que cuidar bien nuestros pasos. 


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—Gracias por traerme.— dije bajándome del auto, estaba frente a la casa de la señora Parks. 

—Puedo pasar por ti más tarde si quieres— me dijo con una sonrisa. No quería pasar más tiempo con él por hoy, no quería que me sacara más información, ya era difícil con todo lo que había soltado. 

—No, Scott vendrá por mi— dije correspondiendo la sonrisa. —Pero gracias.— asintió. 

—Muy bien, cuídate mucho, igual, cualquier cosa, puedes llamarme.— asentí. 

—Gracias papá, tu también cuídate, suerte en el trabajo.— dije para después dar vuelta y dirigirme a la puerta. Antes de hacerlo pude ver como sonreía como tonto, como si estuviese orgulloso de que lo haya llamado papá. Para mi, fue raro, pero lindo volver a agradecer de esa manera a alguien que no era mi padre, pero que se esforzaba por serlo. Escuché el auto avanzar y alejarse, toqué la puerta de la casa. Pasados unos minutos abrió una señora de treinta años, un poco baja, de cabello negro y largo casi por la cintura, parecía desarreglada y triste, como si estuviese llorando toda la noche. 

—Evelyn ¿Qué haces aquí?— me preguntó confundida. 

—Vengo a mi jornada— dije confundida yo también. 

—¿No te avisaron?— volvió a preguntar. Mi mirada de felicidad había cambiado, estaba confundida. 

—¿Qué cosa?—

—Mamá falleció el sábado en el hospital. Le dije a mi hermano que te avisara por mensaje, supongo que se le olvidó— No puede ser. 

—Y-yo… N-no, no me avisaron, Sara…— la abracé con fuerza. —Lo siento mucho. De verdad lo lamento.— dije sin dejar de abrazarla, era extraño, parecía que yo empezaría a llorar, pero ella no. Supongo que es normal, debió haber llorado toda la noche. Me separe de ella.

—¿Quieres pasar? Puedes ayudarme con unas cosas que necesito empacar.— me dijo para después abrir la puerta completamente, pude notar que aquella casa que parecía siempre estar con gritos, risas, tanto de la madre como de los niños, ahora estaba vacía y solitaria. 

—Claro…— entré a la casa, seguida de ella. Aquella silla de ruedas en la sala frente a la televisión donde siempre estaba la señora Diana, ahora estaba vacía. Un gran sentimiento de nostalgia recorrió mi mente. Sara pasó a mi lado, con lentitud, subiendo las escaleras por aquellas donde siempre los pequeños jugaban aunque los regañara varias veces con el miedo de que se cayeran. Llegamos a la habitación principal. 

—Nos mudaremos Toronto. Es a donde fuimos éste fin de semana, allá nació mamá y es curioso… allá falleció.— dijo para después tomar unas grandes maletas, y ponerlas sobre la cama. —¿Puedes acomodar los zapatos y la ropa para frío por favor?— me preguntó, Asentí. Un silencio triste se hizo presente por unos segundos. —Por más tiempo que pasé, que sepas que pasará… Nunca estás listo para ese momento.— sabía que se refería a la muerte. —Pero ella parecía lista, sólo se quedó dormida con una sonrisa. Como si al fin pudiera descansar. A sus noventa y dos años… Ella sabía que ya era hora de irse y yo también lo sabía, pero cuando ocurrió… No quería creerlo.— cerré mis ojos con fuerza, sabía que lloraría. —Lo último que papá le dijo antes de morir fue… "Te amaré hasta en la otra vida, te esperaré, querida." Y lo último que escuché a mamá decir fue "En ésta en todas las vidas." ¿Cómo recordó aquella frase después de casi quince años? No tengo idea, pero fue algo que me hizo aceptar que ya era hora. Ahora ella y papá son felices en otra vida.— maldición, estoy llorando. 

—No pude despedirme de ella, no pude hacerlo…— dije entre sollozos con los ojos cerrados. Sentí como Sara me abrazó. 

—¿Estás segura?—

Abrí los ojos, estaba frente a la mesa, acababa de preparar un postre especial para Diana, sus pastelillos favoritos. Tome un plato pequeño con uno de ellos y con el entre manos caminé hasta la silla de ruedas, que siempre estaba frente a la televisión. 

—Huele muy rico— pudo decir apenas. Se lo entregué con una sonrisa, dio una pequeña mordida, su cara arrugada y adorable expresaba satisfacción. —Me encanta— dijo para después mirarme con una sonrisa, aun masticando su bocado. 

—Gracias, siempre trato de cocinar lo mejor para ti.— dije para después darme un pequeño beso en la frente. Escuché los pasos de Sara por las escaleras, ya venía a despedirme, ya era tarde y tenía que irme a casa. 

—Lamento que sea tan tarde Evy, pero necesitaba que te quedaras otro rato para preparar lo de los boletos de avión. Pero ya te puedes ir, muchas gracias por quedarte, mamá despídete de Evy.— dijo para después pasar a la cocina a buscar su bolso, donde tenía un sobre con dinero. 

—Nos vemos abuela Diana, cuídate mucho allá y abrígate bien que hará frío.— dije para después abrazarla 

—Adiós, pequeña cuídate mucho.— me separé de ella, extrañada. —Nunca dices "Adiós"— 

—Adiós pequeña, gracias por otro día más aquí con nosotras.— dijo con una sonrisa. La miré con una sonrisa. No le di importancia, casi siempre se despedía diferente, pero esa vez, se despidió con un adiós, nunca lo había hecho. 

—Sabes que me encanta cuidarte.— dije para después darle otro beso en la frente. 

—¡Evy, se hace tarde!— escuché gritar a Sara desde la cocina. 

—Adiós abuela— dije para después sonreír y caminar hasta la cocina. 

No tenía idea de que esa sería la última vez que la vería. 

—Gracias por todo Evy. De verdad fuiste un ángel para ella y para mis hijos. Siempre te recordaremos.— dijo para después entregarme una foto que nos habíamos tomado el primer día que comencé a trabajar aquí, en ella, estábamos Sara, el pequeño Timmy a la derecha de su madre yo a su derecha, la señora Diana en el medio, a mi derecha el pequeño Ulises. Como si fuésemos una familia. No pude evitar sonreír al ver a la señora Diana en esa foto. 

—Gracias a ustedes, espero algún día poder volver a verlos.— 

—Tal vez en agosto o septiembre, por ahora, es todo.— dijo para después abrazarme, un gran abrazo, se separó al cabo de unos segundos, para después subir a su auto e irse. No lo sabía cuando lo hice, pero si, si había sido una despedida de la señora Diana. 


A Sam lo acaba de dejar su novia hace unos meses. Llegada la fiesta de año nuevo va a casa de sus abuelos donde de sorpresa el tío Michael les presenta a su nueva pareja, Charlotte. ¿El problema? 
La hija de Charlotte es peligrosamente atractiva para Sam. 
Dejando de lado que podrían ser familia... 

¿Eso está mal?

Dolor… no, era una sensación diferente. Una horrible sensación que me apretaba fuertemente en mi pecho. 
Pese a que mi corazón latía salvajemente, sentía que podía detenerse en cualquier momento. 
Moví mi cuerpo lejos de ese lugar. No. Lo correcto sería decir que mi cuerpo me movió de allí. Había huido, y no dejaba de correr. Tal como lo estuve haciendo la primera vez que llegue aquí.
Trataba de respirar, pero el oxígeno no llegaba a mis pulmones. No sé qué tanto corrí, pero me alejé lo suficiente como para ni siquiera vislumbrar el aquel callejón.
"¡Arghh!"
Era una sensación de ardor, la sentía quemando fuertemente mi pecho.
Finalmente, ya no podía mantenerme en pie, mis piernas cedieron y caí desde un edificio.
"Argh… "
Me amarre los dientes. Empecé a contorsionarme por el dolor, mientras arrancaba mi ropa como podía, tratando de entender que pasaba. El aire me empezó faltar, trataba de respirar y calmarme, pero no podía. 
Mierda, está pasando de nuevo, ¡Es otro ataque!
Habían pasado más de dos semanas desde mi último ataque, ¿Por qué demonios me está pasando esto ahora?
Trate de sostenerme sobre algo, me resulto imposible. Estaba a punto de vomitar mi desayuno, de no ser porque me lo trague del miedo, lo cual fue aún más asqueroso.
Mire mi pecho, no había nada, revise mi cuerpo, estaba intacto incluso después de caer de un edificio. Pero, aun así, sentía una fuerte punzada en mi corazón, se sentía como si me estuvieran cortando con un cuchillo caliente.
Recuerdo esa sensación. Esa maldita, perturbadora y horrible sensación. La sensación de ser perforado por una bala.
Empecé a sudar frio, recosté mi cuerpo sobre una pila de basura y cartón, mientras las imágenes de los recientes sucesos volaban por mi cabeza.
Con mi cuerpo sobrehumano esquivar una bala no era un problema, fácilmente podía vencer a alguien armado sin sudar. Aun así… corrí de allí.
Yo… tenía miedo.
Tengo miedo de morir, otra vez. 
No solo eso, obviamente tengo traumas encerrados. Como estudiante de psicología sé que la única cura para enfermedades así es enfrentar los problemas, no dejarlos estar. Aun así, los estuve ignorando.
"¡Maldita sea!" 
En un arrebato de ira golpe la pared más cercana, esta se agrieto. Estaba molesto, demasiado molesto. Estaba enojado con mi situación actual, ¡Yo no pedí morir!
Y, de todos modos, con quien estaba más enojado, era conmigo mismo.
"Maldición…" Gabriel chillaba mientras apretaba los dientes.
Toqué mi pecho desnudo, sentí mi corazón, la sensación fría de mi piel contrastaba con el ardiente y violento latir de mi corazón. Sentí dolor, en el mismo lugar donde la bala impacto y perforo mi corazón, arrebatándome la vida.
En mi mente, se repetían los últimos momentos de lo que alguna vez fue mi vida. Cada detalle se exponía vívidamente, iba y venía como un destello de luz.
Recuerdo los momentos previos a mi asesinato.
Mis palabras de súplica y piedad.
Mis aullidos de dolor y auxilio que fueron ignorados, y finalmente ahogados y silenciados por mi propia sangre que subía por mi garganta.
Recuerdo la resolución y voluntad en mis últimos momentos de vida, el cómo trate desesperadamente de aferrarme a la vida con uñas y dientes. 
Finalmente, parecía que Gabriel estallaría en otro arrebato de lágrimas y gritos, pero algo cambio. Algo fue diferente esta vez.
"Tch…"
Gabriel apretó fuertemente sus manos, tomo su puño y lo elevo hacia cielo, casi como si lo estuviera retando.
¡Desafiando al mundo mismo!
Los ojos son la ventana al alma, tienen razón. En los ojos de Gabriel se reflejaban mil emociones, rabia, ira, miedo, ansiedad, preocupación, pero todas ellas se veían aplacadas y opacadas por un firme y fuerte destello de voluntad.
Finalmente, Gabriel rugió con todas sus fuerzas, un increíble y masculino grito primal hizo eco en todo el callejón, y resonó por toda la cuadra.
Es probable que haya despertado a muchas personas, pero a Gabriel no le importaba.
"Esta es mi resolución."
Basta de huir y esconderse, ya estoy harto de llorar, ya estoy harto de correr.
No pude protegerme a mí mismo, no pude proteger mis metas, mis sueños o ideales. Nada de eso importa, fui débil y por eso morí. 
Ahora que tengo el poder para ser más fuerte, ¿me quedare agachado, llorando en un rincón, me mantendré huyendo toda mi vida?
¡JAMAS!
No volveré a morir, no volveré a sentirme indefenso. Esa sensación de debilidad, ¡Hare que desaparezca!
Y si para eso debo invertir, 100 o ya sean 1000 puntos en fuerza, ¡Que así sea!
A partir de ahora, solo caminare hacia adelante. Lo que fue o lo que pudo ser, ya no es importante, ya no me es importante. Con o sin miedo, ¡seguiré avanzando! lo que se me ponga en frente, lo destruiré.
Y para eso, debo ser más fuerte.
"¡Sistema!" Gabriel grito, y el cuadro de texto flotante con el que estaba familiarizado apareció ante él.
Pero antes de que pudiera hacer algo, empezó a oír sonidos extraños, probablemente provenían de los residentes del lugar. Gabriel había hecho mucho ruido. Antes de que las cosas se pusieran ruidosas, se puso su ropa otra vez y se desvaneció entre la noche, rumbo a su apartamento.
Le tomo un tiempo viajar de nuevo al distrito Central, pero cuando llego, fue directo a su hogar y se encerró con llave. Tenía mucho en que pensar.
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Esa noche llego a casa y cayo dormido, en la madrugada tomo una rápida ducha y fue a trabajar.
Mientras caminaba sin rumbo, no sabía que pensar, solo se quedó en silencio, su mente estaba vacía y su interior parecía tener una calma imperturbable. Como si los eventos de ayer hubieran sido no más que sueños, o pesadillas.
En el camino hacia el salón de clases, saludo a los mismos colegas de trabajo, vio a los mismos alumnos, entro por la misma puerta. Mucho cambio, y a la vez nada lo hizo. El tiempo sigue avanzando, es hora de dejar el pasado atrás y avanzar con él.
Esta reflexión, volvió más fuerte a Gabriel, no físicamente, pero si fortaleció su espíritu y reforzo su voluntad.
Era su resolución, una resolución para hacerse más fuerte y no quedarse atrapado en la debilidad.
"Haa…" Suspire cansado.
He vivido mucho estos días, he vivido más experiencias de las que una persona normal debería vivir, pero el reloj sigue avanzando. Y por primera vez, en mucho tiempo, siento que soy capaz de avanzar también.
Nunca fui una persona que se obsesionara mucho con el pasado, tarde o temprano superare esto, y esta vez estoy hablando en serio. Pero ahora, me enfocare en más cosas.
Debo hacerme más fuerte, es una necesidad. Cualquier miedo o sentimiento negativo desaparecerá siempre y cuando me vuelva más fuerte.
Era una idea muy cerrada, pero no del todo incorrecta.
La fuerza no soluciona todos los problemas, pero ciertamente soluciona la mayoría de ellos.
Mientras estaba en conflicto con mis pensamientos.
Una voz tan meliflua y agradable llego a mis oídos, sacándome de mis pensamientos.
"Buenos días profesor." Una cabellera roja entro en mi rango de visión.
Era la señorita grey, con su característico brillo que purifica alma.
-Ahh, siento como la pena y el dolor abandonan mi cuerpo.-
Mi estudiante tenía una sonrisa tan pura e inocente que podía aliviar el estado de ánimo a cualquier adulto y enamorar a cada joven adolescente.
-Sip, definitivamente soy afortunado, muy afortunado. Okey, debería callarme, antes de que el FBI entre por mi puerta.-
En cualquier caso, Jean es muy amable, sobra decir que es mi alumna favorita, mi alumna estrella es la señorita stacy.
-Kuhum Kuhum- Estoy hablando de más.
En cualquier caso, le devolví el saludo.
"Buenos días Jean, veo que esta tan animada como siempre."
 Ella solo se rio con timidez.
"Ji ji, tal vez es porque es mi clase favorita después de todo."
-¿En serio?- Por alguna razón, me sentí extrañamente orgulloso en este momento.
"Hmm, y jean, ¿Cómo se han sentido en la escuela, tu y el señor summers? ¿Se han adaptado bien al ambiente aquí?" Tenía sincero interés y preguntaba con honestas intenciones, sabía que Scott y Jean fueron transferidos desde otro lugar.
¿Con que motivos Xavier mando a sus alumnos estrella a otra institución? No tengo idea, conociendo la suerte que tienen los X-men, probablemente no sea nada bueno y termine muy mal, por eso… no puedo evitar preocuparme, son mis alumnos, al fin y al cabo.
Me preocupa que les sea difícil encajar por aquí, estos últimos días he estado desarrollando esta especie de 'amor de maestro' y he empezado a preocuparme mucho por los estudiantes.
No solo por Jean y Scott, he tratado de familiarizarme con los demás chicos y chicas, hayan tenido papeles importantes o no. No voy a dejar de lado a alguno de mis estudiantes solo porque su nombre no haya sido mencionado en las páginas de un comic de superhéroes.
Como Maestro trato de acercarme a mis alumnos, a todos ellos, trato de ayudarles en lo que puedo o solo compartir una pequeña charla y aprender algo más sobre ellos.
El hecho de que ellos hayan sido solo extras en un comic, no me da el derecho para ignorarlos ahora que este mundo es la realidad. 
"Scott y yo hemos estado muy bien profesor, gracias por preguntar."
"Oh, ¿es así? Me alegro."
"Si, en realidad todos han sido muy amables conmigo, he hecho algunos amigos incluso, la escuela sigue siendo un infierno, pero el tiempo libre lo compensa. Yo… siento que no me he sentido tan normal en mucho tiempo."
"¿Mhm?"
Jean se dio cuenta de lo que dijo y rápidamente trato de explicarse, mientras movía las manos alocadamente.
"A-Ah, yo, no, ah, olvidé lo que dije…" 
"Está bien, Jean."
"¿Eh?"
Mis palabras sorprendieron a Jean.
"Sinceramente, estoy feliz de que tu y Scott sean capaces de encajar aquí, se lo que se siente cambiar de entorno repentinamente, créeme, lo sé."
Ciertamente, se cómo es que te alejen de tu hogar y de tú pueblo natal.
"¿Eh? ¿El profesor no es de aquí tampoco?" Jean me pregunto con ojos llenos de curiosidad.
"Algo así, soy de Manhattan." Le respondí.
En realidad, soy de México, pero este Gabriel nació y creció en los Estados Unidos, por lo que tiene la ciudadanía, de hecho, los padres de… Es decir, mis padres también tienen la ciudadanía, mi madre en esta vida era latina y mi padre estadounidense de nacimiento.
En cualquier caso.
"Ciertamente, es raro para un hombre que se crio y nació en Manhattan venir hasta Queens a trabajar de repente, nunca imagine salir de Manhattan en toda mi vida. Hay algunas veces que es molesto, ir y venir no es barato, y resulta cansado lidiar con este inconveniente. Por eso creo que puedo entenderla un poco Señorita Grey."
-En realidad, puedo entenderte más de lo que crees Jean.- Pensé.
 Volviendo a la conversación.
Jean escucho las palabras de Gabriel detenidamente, y después sonrió.
"¿Es así? Gracias." Ella dijo, su deslumbrante sonrisa, acompañada de sus brillantes perlas blancas, llenaban de calidez el corazón de Gabriel, de buena manera. 
Gabriel solo sonrió en respuesta, y así jean y Gabriel compartieron un intercambio de sonrisas amigables durante unos segundos.
Pero repentinamente, Jean noto algo extraño.
"Disculpe profesor, ¿No creció un poco?"
"¿Mhm? ¿A qué se refiere?"
Gabriel se mostro confundido unos instantes, en respuesta Jean ladeo la cabeza con duda.
-Ahora que lo pienso… - Los hombros de su profesor parecían ser más anchos de lo que recordaba, incluso la grasa de bebe en sus cachetes había desaparecido, siendo reemplazada por un cuadrado mentón.
Cualquier otra persona no lo hubiera notado a simple vista, pero Jean convive lo suficiente con su profesor como para darse cuenta.
"¿Ha estado haciendo ejercicio? Parece que esta mas alto. ¿Los hombres siguen creciendo después de los 20?"
Incluso se acerco a su profesor y comparo estaturas, poniéndose de puntillas, para resaltar la diferencia.
"Ahh… " Fue cuando la cabeza de Gabriel hizo click. Había olvidado ese detalle, pero como crecer un poco y tener un cuerpo tonificado repentinamente, aunque ciertamente era extraño, no era algo por lo que hacer un gran problema, no estaba nervioso para nada. Sin darle vueltas al asunto, simplemente le dijo que sí.
"Ciertamente, he estado ejercitándome los últimos días y he estado llevando una dieta especifica." Contesto sin muchos problemas.
Jean lo miro con duda en sus ojos y trato de descubrir si estaba mintiendo, pero no descubrió nada, porque realmente Gabriel no había mentido.
Los cuerpos humanos no eran bandas elásticas. No se estiraban así en unos pocos días. Mientras sacudía la cabeza con incredulidad, Jean decidió dejar el asunto… por ahora.
Ciertamente era raro cambiar de la noche a la mañana, pero no era algo para hacer un gran escándalo. Jean seguía teniendo sus dudas sobre el asunto, pero como su profesor ya le había respondido y no sintió que estuviera mintiendo, no tenía razones para continuar.
Mientras cada una de las partes se había hundido en sus pensamientos, una cabellera rubia entro por la puerta del salón y camino hacia ellos, mas precisamente hacia Jean Grey.
Era Gwen Stacy.
"Oh, hola Jean." La amable chica rubia saludo a su amiga cálidamente, Jean respondió de la misma manera con una sonrisa.
Empezaron a hablar de cosas juveniles, que por obvias razones no me incumben, así que no me inmiscuiría en sus intercambios, estaba listo para ir a mi escritorio cuando por alguna razón me volví el tema de la conversación.
"Oye Gwen, ¿No crees que el profesor Gabriel se ve un poco diferente hoy?"
"¿Huh? ¿Qué quieres decir Jean?" Le pregunto claramente confundida.
Cuando Gabriel estaba a punto de sentarse sintió un escalofrió en su espalda y se dio la vuelta.
"Ahora que lo pienso, ¿El profesor no se ve más alto, o es mi imaginación?"
-Mierda.- Pensó.
"Si, ¿verdad? Pensé que solo era yo, pero ciertamente el Profesor ha cambiado un poco, ¿no?"
"¿De verdad?"
Stacy se mostro escéptico y a la vez curiosa, acercándose a su profesor se puso de puntillas y trato de comparar alturas.
"Woah, ciertamente el profesor se ve más alto que la última vez e incluso su cuerpo se ve más atlético, ¿Algún tipo de ejercicio, tal vez?"
En eso, otro estudiante con unas gafas excéntricas entro por la puerta, era Scott Summers.
"Oh Jean, te he estado buscan- " Scott parecía haber estado buscando a Jean desde que llegaron. Pero antes de que terminara lo que estaba apunto de decir, Jean lo interrumpió.
"Oye Scott ven aquí."
"¿Eh? Okey." Summers ni siquiera pregunto, solo hizo lo que Jean le pido. Nadie podría decir si esto es confianza a base de amistad o estupidez causada por amor.
Entonces Jean le pregunto. "Oye Scott, ¿No crees que el profesor se ve diferente hoy?"
"¿Eh?" Scott se quedo confundido un momento, giro la cabeza hacia Gabriel y lo observo detenidamente. 
"Ahora que lo pienso el Maestro Gabriel se ve mas alto." Dijo.
"¿Verdad que sí?" Chillaba Jean felizmente, por tener razón.
En eso mas alumnos comenzaron a llegar y Gabriel obligo a sus alumnos a ir sentarse. Jean y los demás hicieron caso, y caminaron hasta sus asientos. Gwen tenia la mente tranquila y Scott estaba normal. Gabriel pensaba si debía ser mas estricto con sus alumnos, entre otras cosas.
Pero los pensamientos de Jean eran diferentes, este cambio repentino, aunque no es motivo para alarmarse, reforzo la idea de Jean sobre que su Maestro de Matemáticas es un mutante… sin ofender.
Previamente tenia la idea de que su Profesor de Matemáticas podía ser un mutante o estar relacionado con algún telepata. Llego a tal conclusión después de intentar leer su mente y fallar en el proceso.
Fue como si alrededor de su Maestro hubiera una neblina invisible e impenetrable que bloqueaba el acceso a su mente. 
Después de fallar una vez, Jean sintió que algo andaba mal y lo intento varias veces más, sin ningún éxito. Al ver que no hubo ningún resultado dejo de intentar meterse en la mente de su Profesor.
En realidad, si no fuera por que había algo que noto raro en su manera de enseñar, Jean no se atrevería a entrar en la mente de alguien sin su consentimiento. Es un tabú para ella y cualquier otro telepata que no abuse de sus poderes, no lo considera moralmente correcto.
Después de considerar la posibilidad de que su Maestro fuera un mutante o estuviera afiliado a algún telepata, Jean comento esto con el Profesor Xavier en la Mansion de los X-men.
A lo que el Profesor Xavier contesto que era imposible. Si hubiera algún mutante que hubiera despertado sus poderes, y más aun, un telepata, el Profesor Xavier lo habría sentido. Aun así, le sugirió a Jean y a Scott mantener un ojo puesto sobre este Maestro de matemáticas suyo.
Scott no le dio mucha importancia, pero Jean se tomo esta tarea en serio. Con un nivel de seriedad que era muy adorable.
Después de descartar la posibilidad de que Gabriel sea un mutante, Jean empezó mantener pequeñas conversaciones con el después de las clases. A veces preguntaba algo sobre la clase, otras veces sobre algunas dudas que tenía, poco a poco empezó a dejar de lado sus sospechas y solo trato de mantener una relación cordial y amable con su profesor, después de verificar que no había nada raro.
Y así paso los últimos días, su profesor solo era demasiado amable y respetuoso, no encontró nada sospechoso o malo con él, al punto de que era demasiado normal. Incluso algunas veces, cuando hablaba con el de las cosas mas triviales, por alguna extraña razón se sentía escuchada y comprendida, de una manera que no pudo sentir antes, mas que con el Profesor Xavier.
Esto solo fortaleció su idea de que su Maestro era solo un buen y respetable hombre muy común (de apariencia).
Pero el repentino cambio de su Maestro de la noche a la mañana, hizo que Jean sintiera que había algo extraño otra vez.
¡Y ella descubriría que es!
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(Por: Escritor Solitario)

En su mundo anterior, murió al ser asesinado por una bala. No había nada que pudiera hacer, no había nada que un humano común pueda hacer contra una bala. 

Abandonando su mundo natal, viajó a un mundo increíble con gente que realizaba hazañas con las que él solo podía soñar y ver en ciencia ficción.

En este mundo él es un simple Maestro de preparatoria.. Espera... ¿Un simple Maestro de preparatoria?

Al vivir en un mundo tan peligroso como este. Se ve metido en múltiples situaciones de vida o muerte.

"¿No se supone que la vida de un Maestro de preparatoria debería ser relajada?"

Para sobrevivir trata de hacer todo lo posible para alejarse de los problemas. Pero su corazón de Maestro le impide dejar de involucrarse en asuntos ajenos.

Además, por alguna extraña razón los problemas siempre van hacia el.

Sin otra opción, deberá subir de nivel para ser más fuerte y tirar abajo las banderas de muerte que se le presentan.

Pero... ¿Será tan fácil o deberá pagar un precio?

Esta es la historia de una persona común que se volvió maestro, el cual por azares del destino termina involucrándose en eventos peligrosos y atrayendo la admiración de todos, y la atención de las heroínas sin ninguna intención.









Basada en Solo leveling y Marvel Comics, créditos a sus respectivos autores.

Créditos de la portada al respectivo autor de The Novel's Extra.

PD: Copy, no me demandes.

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