tis a naruto fanfic based on if instead of the ninja world naruto was set in a dystopian advance society main character is an oc events will be influenced by the original story line but shall be done my way

This is an introduction for readers who want to read this fanfic.
 (read the first part)
 First I will start by saying that this fanfic comes from the novel "the dystopian world of BlueWall" written by James Label, it is a very good novel but it seems that the author has left or cannot write, so I wanted to make a fanfic, and I intend to finish  1 volume (I don't know how many chapters it will have, maybe 100), if a lot of people like it, I can start volume 2, but who knows, I just don't like to leave things in half.
 In the novel, the focus is on milfs and girls of various races (elf, minotaur, beast, etc.),
 The fanfic is the same, but adding loli and incest.
 Of course, all the Lolis that are involved in sexual scenes are over 18 years old (or are adults by world standard), I don't write about children here.
 And about incest, there may be a relationship between stepdaughter (the MC taking mother and daughter), or with two sisters (the MC taking two sisters at the same time).  Honestly, I have no idea if this is considered incest in any country, but I put the TAG so you can get a sense of what is going to happen.
 (Those who don't like it don't waste their time reading.)
 (Remembering that the MC will have a harem.)
 You don't need to read the information below if you don't like spoilers. (Read the first chapter before reading below)

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 If you still intend to read, then let's talk about the fanfic, the system of the original novel was a mess, (or perhaps the author has a mind so complex that mere commoners as we cannot understand the complexity of the system he made)
 so I needed to simplify some things, so some things would be different from the novel like Grade and the grade of skills.
 I also did it so that it has a growth path for future development, and it doesn't get all messy up front.
 While the MC race, there needs to be some mystery to make the story interesting, explaining everything in the beginning would make the story boring.
 Maybe I'll add some strips on the hidden part of the story.
 Our MC is going to have a harem, but if he is going to build a country or go out and explore the world, I still don't know.
 But I want to see if you can create a floating or flying city, it doesn't hurt to dream, right ?.
 About monsters, he also has status and level up, but has no knowledge of the level system.  They just know that killing and eating other monsters increases his power,
 (They deduced this because they usually kill to eat or by invaders from their territory) Well, only monsters with any intelligence have noticed.
  but if the monsters knew they could get stronger by killing weak fish in large quantities, wouldn't a new apocalypse begin?
 (Remember, 1 exp per kill, even if killing the upper monsters doesn't earn more Exp, but I intend to change that in the future)
 On the strength, this world is the union of 3 worlds, and the system came from the world of dungeons, the original BlueWall had magic but had no system.
 The growth of each person or monster depends on the race's or the person's own potential,
 That is, even if two monsters have equal levels, it does not mean that they would have the same strength.
 Just like men and women on BlueWall, because men are several times stronger than women (this setting is in the original novel, I'm not implying that women are weaker, or encouraging machismo, but that's an R-18 fanfic after all).
 This dystopian world also has a moral ethics opposite to that of our society, you will understand after reading chapter-1.
 I wish you a good reading!  ;)

this fanfic has dropped and I'm concentrating on a new novel called ~

Dear Readers,
My name is Vishal. Officially, I am an Otaku. Having read over 500 Manga, Manhua & Manhwa and over 50 Light & Web Novels I was often disappointed by the lack of common sense in plots. I would rather prefer weak characters with common sense rather than stronger but dumb ones.
I found that most of the times, the author would let the Main Characters behave make dumb decisions because if they made the smart decisions, the story would end, then and there. Some commonly used cliches, that could leads to longer plots but feel contrary to common sense are-
1. Male Lead letting a Villain/Evil Character go without killing or crippling him/her because of goodness of his/her heart; only for the Villain to retaliate later and Main Character ends up killing/crippling them anyway. This is why I like those Main Characters who kill them immediately while explaining, "If I kill you, your clan/family would chase me for killing you. If I let you go, you and your clan/family would still chase me. So why should I let you go?" [PS I am not talking about cases where a proper explanation is given for letting the Villain live.]
2. Talking during the battle. I mean seriously? You have time to leisurely chat with the allies or the enemies in the midst of the battle, really? When they are fighting 100 moves in a couple of seconds, they converse like having the time of their lives.
3. The villain is much more powerful than the Main Character, yet the Main Character wouldn't sneak attack. He will take a stance, do a lengthy conversation about how he will defeat him although he is weak. I mean seriously? Wouldn't you attack directly without giving an opponent any chances? Isn't this Battle 101? Sometimes, this happens even when the Opponent has taken a lover or a family member as a hostage. This really drives me crazy!
4. You hide your powers and dual identity from your opponents and the world. Good thing. But why would you do that to your immediate family, best friend and lover? To protect them? How does hiding it protect them? They think that the Main Character is weak and go through more trouble. The Main Character then has to come and save the day anyway. How does telling them your real powers put them in danger? Are the villains going to interrogate them using truth serum? This is never explained properly. I guess it started with Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne.
5. Why would you hide your past from your lover only to over complicate things? Lets take the novel Lucia for example, both Lucia and Duke Taran have secrets. They don't tell it to each other initially, so that it may not affect their relationship, but guess what? Hiding the secret destroys their relationship. The plot is all about how they finally open up to each other. Well the problem could have been solved if they were honest form the beginning. The plots themselves involve and promote this. PS: I am a fan of the Novel Lucia. If you disregard all the smut and lack of common sense clichés the main story is wonderful.
6. Why would you hide the fact that your new buddy is actually your childhood friend? And even watch and evil villain impersonate you? Isn't this stupid? Just for plot development? Why not just tell them?
7. Why would you ever give in to any Blackmail and end up doing even worse things? Don't you know evil people never keep their promises?
8. Why would you let a Communication Gap create a misunderstanding that continue for years and that set the lovers apart only to reunite after 5 years after clearing the said misunderstanding?
9. Why would you hide that you are being bullied from your parents or teachers? Isn't it normal to take action or approach elders?
10. When you transmigrate into a novel or a game, the plot has already changed because of your very existence. Still, when things start Deviating from what you know (mostly because you acted out of character) why would you wonder about story changing? Isn't it obvious for it to change? Also, when you transmigrate, you are in a real world already. it is the new reality. Wouldn't it make sense for you to change things up for your benefit?
11. When you time travel, you have the knowledge of many events that will take place. Why would you wait for minor villains to plot against you exactly like the previous timeline and work to thwart their plans? Isn't it better to be proactive and prudent and destroy them from the beginning?
12. Why would Main Characters always act alone, especially in Cultivation and Fantasy Novels? Why can't they join or get backing of powerful clans? Why not make allies and use them?
Honestly, it felt more like that the authors could have used the common sense, but then the story wouldn't proceed to hundreds or thousands of chapters! Even then, like other readers, I read them all till the end. Because, despite their lack of common sense at times, once you get attached to a particular character or a story, it is almost impossible to let it go. This is the era of Binge Reading and Binge Watching anyway.
Thus, Elated with few and Frustrated with many, I decided to write my own stories. And posted initial chapters of few short stories on my personal blog. Got some good response.
Then, one of the readers of my personal blog told me about WebNovel and I ended up joining it on 22nd December 2020. Luckily, it was running some contests and their themes aligned with my thoughts. So, I ended up participating in the various contests with multiple entries.
"God Parshuram's Dystopian University" is one such entry with the theme of the Male Lead being coming out of seclusion after years, only to find that the world has now turned into a Dystopia. What will do to Survive and help others Survive?
So I came up with "God Parshuram's Dystopian University", where the Main Character is the Legendary Teacher of the Great Warriors Bheeshma & Karna from Mahabharata. He is Super powerful but is impatient and has severe anger management issues. Plus he has to adjust to the Modern society..
This is going to be about  Mutants, Corona Virus, Gods, Science Fiction with a pinch of Mythology and Humor. For those who love these themes, lets go on a Ride.
Anyway, if you are here, that means you have the intention to read this. At the very least you are trying to make up your mind. So if you want an Intelligent plot with smart Main Character (or at least a Main Character with common sense), feel free to read my novels.
You will find references to many Historical, Legendary, Mythical figures and places. The Parallel world Fantasy allows us to fit people of different eras into one era.
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Ickapoo is superior as an Alien. But his privilege must translate into care for the less privileged, who must in turn submit to his Authority rather than subvert, negate his Authority/
	The Handmaid’s tale is Atwood’s speculative fiction about what would happen if religious fundamentalists who are out to reverse the progresses made by the feminist movement were to take over America and replace the capitalist government with a theocracy of Christian fundamentalist state. 
In Atwood’s dystopia, the trend of viewing women solely in terms of their functions in society is taken to its extreme conclusion in the setting up of women in roles such as handmaids, Aunts, Wives, Marthas, Econowives and so on. Women in an extreme patriarchal society are reduced to mere functions such as Offred’s status as a walking womb in her role solely to breed in a society where environmental disasters have destroyed the fertility of most women and there is a limited number of women to breed for the purpose of perpetuating society. 
She is reduced also to the patronymic name Offred meaning Of Fred because she is solely the property of her commander Fred in the story and her identity as in individual with rights has been erased, a logical conclusion of the current trend to term women solely as Mrs John Atkins and so on.
	While Atwood’s vision of the brutalization of women in extreme patriarchal states might seem unrealistic, it is merely a logical extension of trends today such as viewing women solely as mothers who remain the property of their husbands and whose sole responsibility is to breed and perpetuate the family name. 
According to Atwood thus, the oppression of women and the reduction of women to mere breeding and servile functions in society has its roots in patriarchal and fundamentalist religions such as extreme incarnations of a Christian fundamentalist state which views women solely as the property of men and whose sole functions lie in the domestic sphere.
 As such, June or Offred gets terminated from her job as a librarian and reduced to a mere handmaid whose sole purpose if to breed and get impregnated so that she can perpetuate a sterile society where fertility is limited.
	It is clear in Atwood’s dystopia that women function solely in the society as the servants and property of the men they serve. Hence Offred’s individual name is erased and she is reduced to her function as a handmaid or breeder and she is allowed no private space of her own as even her room has been visited and invaded by the Commander whom she belongs to.Atwood is merely projecting to its logical conclusion trends that are already inherent in current society, such as the view of women as servants of the domestic sphere who should not be allowed to extend their functions beyond the domestic or maternal sphere as extreme Biblical fundamentalists who declared feminists as anti-family heretics were termed in Atwood’s time.
	It is also clear in Atwood’s dystopia that women function merely as the playthings or toys of men, as is shown in the scene where the Commander commands Offred to don a harlot like dress and to visit Jezebel’s, a prostitutes den in which women are reduced to dressing up as sex toys for men to be solely used for their sexual pleasure. The commodification of women as sex objects, sex toys and mere maternal or domestic workers then becomes very clear in Atwood’s dystopian novel.
	Yet if the politics of Atwood’s take is clearly a feminist reaction to dystopian trends in patriarchal society it offers no radical revolutionary solution to this feminist dystopia because the Handmaid’s tale remains a romantic novel in which Offred is rescued by the chivalric Nick whom she has an affair with and who later heroically functions as the knight in shining armour who will arrange her escape.
 So while it is categorically men who are the oppressors in this novel, it is also a romance in which it is a male who comes to the rescue of Offred and liberates her from the Christian theocratic oppression that she suffers. Hence there is no utopian declaration or vision of women who will somehow come to liberate themselves from their male oppression, indeed Atwood’s vision is that while males imprison, they are also the potential liberators or redeemers of women as they can use their Biblical based power inscribed in patriarchy to set women free.
 	Moira who had been a swashbuckling lesbian feminist radical is reduced to a prostitute’s role eventually at Jezebel’s. Hence I would argue that Atwood does not view women as capable of liberating or redeeming themselves from male oppression, instead they remain at the mercies of men to liberate them from their prisons as rescue them from their prisons by using their Biblically inscribed privilege to allow women to extend beyond the circumscribed limits of their patriarchal defined roles in society such as Wives, handmaids and servile breeders of men.
	The tone of Atwood’s dystopia thus remains bleak as it does not view women as capable of conducting their own revolutions of redeeming themselves from their patriarchal imposed prisons in society as the fate of Moira in Jezebels shows. Her rebellion in being a lesbian and separatist from patriarchal society fails as she has no one to redeem her from her fate of being punished for her lesbian separatism in being reduced to a mere sex toy at Jezebel’s. 
She is also described as being defeated and resigned to her fate of being a mere plaything at the hands of men as it is men who wield true power in a Biblical theocracy of patriarchal state. Atwood’s dystopia is thus pessimistic to the end that it offers no radical alternative to patriarchy and indeed declares that while men imprison and oppress it is only the power of men in society which will set women free to move beyond their roles inscribed by patriarchal society as Nick as chivalric hero shows. 
	Women thus remain at the mercy of men for their confinement or liberation and remain dependents on men whichever route they choose to follow, as conformists or rebels against patriarchy, it is only members of the paternal order or men who have the power to confine or liberate them as it were. 
In Offred’s room is the inscription in Latin :Don’t let the bastards grind you down, but it is Offred’s experience, in her games with the Commander and her eventual liberation by Nick, that she remains very much at the mercy of men as patriarchy and Biblical authorities have put men in places of privilege and control to determine the fates of women who serve them.
Atwood also does not dismiss male privilege. She eventually makes it clear that it is the Commander who has allowed Offred to win at the game of scrabble and there is no escaping subordination or biological inferiority to men as woman in the bible was made as a helper and subordinate to Adam and merely to complement Adam as a servant rather than function as an equal. This is made clear in the reduction of women to servile roles as Wives, Marthas, Aunts, Econowives and Handmaids. Females it seems are condemned to serve men in society and as Atwood’s romance has it, they remain at the mercy of men to liberate them from their male imposed prisons. There is thus no escaping male privilege, the female’s choice is merely to negotiate or play within the confines of male power.
This is a reconstruction. All of it is a reconstruction. It’s a construction now, in my head, as I lie flat on my single bed rehearsing what I should or shouldn’t have said, what I should or shouldn’t have done, how I should gave plated it, If I ever get out of here. (Atwood 1985: 144)
It becomes clear from the above quote that Offred is reduced to negotiate with male power and remains solely at the mercy of male power and has to play games within its confines while Atwood seems grim at the possibility of escape from this female dystopia on Offred’s own terms as it is Nick who eventually rescues Offred from the tyranny of the Commander,
Let’s stop there. I intend to get out of here. It can’t last forever. Others have thought such things, in bad times before this, and they were always right, they did get out one way or another, and it didn’t last forever. Although for them it may have lasted all the forever they had. (Atwood, 1985: 144)
It becomes clear that this idea of being forever imprisoned by men is the grim reality for women because of the patriarchal privilege which is delineated for them by the bible. Hence the forever indeed lasts as long as a woman lives, being all the forever they had as it is a metaphysical subordination that woman has been imprisoned by being decreed by God to be Man’s helper and servant and it is only man as such who has the power to liberate woman as Nick does from her role, there is no escape for women on their own terms.
When I get out of here, if I’m ever able to set this down, in any form, even in the form of one voice to another, it will be a reconstruction too, at yet another remove. It’s impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances, too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavours, in the air or on the tongue, half colours too many. But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you’ve made it this far, please remember, you will never be subjected to the temptation of feeling you must forgive a man as a woman. It’s difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold it or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. (Atwood, 1985: 144)
The only power that women hold is thus the written word and testimony as Offred testifies to the brutality that is conducted on her by patriarchal society. The only power she has as a woman is the power to forgive the sins heaped upon her by men who use and abuse her only as a domestic slave and sex toy. The only resistance that Offred has is to withhold or bestow forgiveness and Atwood describes this power to withhold to bestow forgiveness as the greatest power of all, because in history women have been silenced and it has always been His Story, this is Offred’s attempt at reclaiming the narrative and making it Herstory by controlling and regulating the power to withhold or bestow forgiveness of men for their many abuses of her.
 Even in the Bible, it is mentioned that it is the poor in spirit, the poor, the marginalized, the oppressed, the silent that God eventually will have mercy on, so while women experience gender discrimination and oppression in this life, in the afterlife where there is no marriage or distinction into gender roles as angels women may finally experience reprieve from all the injustices they had to suffer on earth as women under the subordination of men.
Or you’d remember stories you’d read, in the newspapers, about women who had been found- often women but sometimes men, or children that was the worst- in ditches or forests or refrigerators in abandoned rented rooms, with their clothes on or off, sexually abused or not, precautions you took that had to do with locks on windows and doors, drawing the curtains, leaving on lights.These things you did were like prayers, you did them and you hopes they would save you.And for the most part they did.
But all of that was pertinent only in the night, and had nothing to do with the  man you loved, at least in daylight. With that man you wanted it to work, to work out. Working out was also something you did to keep your body in shape, for the man. If you worked out enough, maybe the man would too.Maybe you would work it out together, as if the two of you were a puzzle that could be solved, otherwise one of you most likely the man, would go wandering off on a trajectory of his own, taking his addictive body with him and leaving you with bad withdrawal, which you would counteract by exercise.If you didn’t work it out it was because one of you had the wrong attitude.Everything that went on in your life was thought to be due to some positive or negative power from inside your head. (Atwood 1985: 238-239)
Indeed while Atwood describes the man’s departure as the woman’s fault, as the wrong attitude she holds towards the men that makes the man responsible for leaving the woman and not making the relationship work out, it remains that women even in relationships where equality is supposed to happen are at the mercy of men. 
Women are supposed to bear the right or wrong attitude towards men, or the positive or negative power towards men, but it remains the women who must change their attitudes and dance around men’s attitudes whereas men can be entirely indifferent and leave women as they please because the women are not behaving in a manner that pleases them, women are expected to keep fit and work out for men while men can only work out if it pleases them or if they want to, at heart is the absolute power that men hold over women and the double standards at work.
 Women are expected to conform to men’s desire and to meet expectations and work and change to meet expectations, while men can remain static and just hold on to their stubborn desires and withdraw from women and leave them if they do not please them simply because they have the power to do so.
The Handmaid’s Tale is thus about the absolute power that men wield over women in society because of Biblical authority. The world at present remains, patriarchal in its inheritance of Biblical traditions and its inscription of the female as the servant and subordinate of the male because God designated Eve to be Adam’s helper and servant, to be Of Adam rather than Eve. The story is thus an attempt at protesting this absolute tyranny of male privilege over female subordination and oppression.





It was the year 2046. In the distant and faraway planet or Yr lived a lonely alien named Ickapoo. It had no friends as all its species had been vanquished from a meteor storm. In its solitude and misery it pined for a companion.
Yr was a bare and inhospitable planet. With winds blowing at 150 km an hour, it was virtually impossible to see past the blizzard and storm. Ickapoo yearned for friends and company. Many a time he fiddled with his transistor radio, sending out messages and hoping for a response. He sent fire launchers and rockets into space, hoping that some space traveler would find out about his existence. Ickapoo was an alienated alien. In the same way humans wondered whether we were the only species to inhabit the universe, Ickapoo felt estranged and isolated from the rest of the cosmos.  Join Ickapoo on his escapades across galaxies and worlds in search of company.
Ickapoo the lonely Alien, 2046 is created by Chung Chin-Yi , an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

It's me Jake and I'm just gonna explain some of the background sorry of this world so get ready for some bombs to be dropped .  Well most of the main things we have pay attention to is with the rise of the chosen we already explained how the emperor was the most powerful one so we'll skip that . What we're really looking for here is the second strongest one his right hand man which was his dominant one so  the emperor was revered as a hero by the masses and treated like a king while his right hand man the second strongest man in the world was treated as an extra. This mana name was horus  and so out of jealousy and spite.  He started gathering allies in the empire and soon made a gigantic army army this is the period we need to focus on the Horus heresy this period was when Horus officially attacked the emperors soldiers and started the great civil war which would last for 10,000 years and would shape a majority of the dystopian  society in the modern 40st millenium during the last battle of the war Horus and the emperor had one last final duel which chose the fate of the war the emperor won but was greatly wounded   in the battle  he is kept alive by  by 1000s of the dead each day to be kept alive  .  And the author made me promise to not tell who the powers that be yet so bye.

It is the 41st millennium and it has been years since the corrupt dystopian society of the imperium of man has come .                                                                  But one parent less and unloved boy decides to fight against it .                                                                              

On the day of his parents murder he  decided that he would get revenge using all necessary options to do it .  

But perhaps this vendetta isn’t just that a vendetta it might be more a journey for self discovery . For who they really are . 
Will they just be another shadow in history which is never mentioned or will people look at him with terror and with fear . 
Will people use his name as a way to quiet down children at night only time will tell .

Cause this is the rising of the Antichrist he shall carve his path and his future toward and will attain riches beyond imagination he shall become a soul plunderer a pirate all of them . He shall have them all he shall have everything . 

If it’s not already his his cruel hands will take it from them this is not a story of where he will be the nice pushover. No he shall be the villain in this story he shall be a king an emperor he shall have those titles . 

He shall attain love and companionship as well in this power . He shall finally be the man people look at with Terror and with fear for vengeance for self discovery . 

And most importantly of all Love  

I do not own Warhammer 40k and there will only be a few things in the story related to 40k cause I do not know much about Warhammer 40k and so other creatures will be made right off the top of my head  
But if you want me to add something related to Warhammer 40k just tell me

The Long Lasting War Series•Book One•The Weapon
By: Michaela Lagas 

The Weapon is a futuristic based work of fiction set in a dystopian society starting in the United States. 

The Weapon is a novel told from a sixteen year old and a half girl's point of view named Twilight Summers. She is on the verge of giving up until a spark of hope arrives at her doorstep. Setting the course of The Long Lasting War Series.

•AUTHORS NOTE•

Hello there fellow readers! I am so excited to share my novel with all of you. I have been writing The Long Lasting War Series since I was nine years old and that was over eleven years ago. 

The Weapon has been written over the course of four times. Cheers to number five! 

Though 2020 has NOT been the year, I am still determined to share my talents.

My dream and goal is to become a full time writer and to begin that journey, I am publishing my All Rights Reserved Series 'The Weapon' here on this app that I have always loved but could never get anything truly started because I was afraid to share my work.

Not anymore! 

Let's Get Started♥️

(Chapters will be updated regularly until this novel is completed, but please read and if you see or think there are any mistakes go ahead and comment, I'll correct or notify that's how it's supposed to be)

Introduction to Characters
Apollo is living in a world where people are genetically engineered to be what society perceives as "perfect". Certain characteristics are modifiable, such as someone's IQ or their outer appearance. Any way that a person can modify themselves or their offspring, they will. But Apollo is different. He has no interest in modification. All of these modifications come at a cost, and not a cheap one. The newly established government knows everything about you once you've been modified. They can change you, your thoughts, and even your actions. The more people they modify, the more of society that the government will have power over. What happens when Apollo's one and only best friend Zane decided to go in for modification? What allies can he find in this dystopian future, and how will Zane's decision affect Apollo?

Sarah was born into a poor family who can barely afford to put food on their table. Though they can barely feed themselves, Sarah's mother insists that she'll get a third job to send Sarah to get Sarah a better education. She demands that Sarah attends this overly-expensive private school so that she can have a better future than her mother. When Sarah saw pictures of this new school, everything looked "perfect". Everyone looked perfect. Perfect smiles, perfect hair, perfect facades. Nearly everyone at this school appeared to have modifications. Sarah had never seen so many modified people in one place before. Normally there would be some other defyers of societal beliefs. But her classmates looked and acted like they were made of plastic. It was like they were being controlled by something. That can't be the case though. Just more stupid, snobby rich kids, right?  

Chapter 1: The New Government Rises
Hmph. Why do we even have to go to school anymore? What's the point when we're monitored at home as well now? Ever since the new government took over less than 4 months ago, anyone without modifications is watched carefully. Especially when they are away from their school or work. Lucky for Apollo, no-one in his family had modifications except for his sister. They have drones watching them all of the time, just about everywhere that they go. If this stupid drone is going to follow me, I might as well give it a show. Apollo sprinted out of his front door down the crowded street. He ducked down in an alley, knocking down a large crate full of old beer bottles. He kept running behind what he assumed was Mr. J's convenience store and continued running in the opposite direction of his school. I think I finally got rid of it. For now at least, Apollo thought. Apollo slowed his sprint into a jog, then a walk. He continued to walk down Seaherd Avenue until he got to Zane's house. Zane is Apollo's best friend. Really, Zane is his only friend.  As Zane opened the old rickety door on his homely townhouse, you could see the anger in his ever-blue eyes. Zane was a boy on the shorter side, with blonde tangled hair that reached his shoulders. The opposite of Apollo. Apollo had green eyes with short dark brown hair, and he was definitely taller than most kids his age. While Zane made his way down to the street he seemed off. "Did you have another argument with your old man?" Apollo asked. "Yeah, but I don't really want to talk about it… It was stupid." Zane said with a cold expression on his discolored face. "Alrighty then, let's get to school before we're late and get scolded by Mrs. Jeffery again." The boys scurried down the street hoping to be on time for the first time this week. 

It was a cold Autumn Thursday. There were leaves falling everywhere, and not the pretty ones. The dirt covered ones that smacked you in the face and made you hate Mother Nature. The boys shuffled into the school building, rushing to their lockers, trying to get to them before the warning bell rings. "See, I told you we'd make it on time today! Look, the warning bell hasn't even gone off yet!" Apollo said fondly. "Yeah yeah. Be quiet Apollo. Half the school heard you. That's why we're the outcasts here dude." "Alright, i'll be quiet. I'm going to class now." Apollo said while slamming his locker shut. God, what's his problem today. He's normally not like that. He sounds just like-- "What's up loser?" Justin said. Justin was another snobby rich boy here because of his mother's popular makeup company. He has so many modifications that he's starting to look plastic. He almost looks like a living Ken doll. Justin pulled his chair up to Apollo's desk. "Leave me alone." Apollo said quietly while turning to look out the window. "Aww, what do you mean? I couldn't quite hear you?" Justin said while cackling. "Would you just leave him alone for God's sake?" A student said, looking particularly new. "Annnddddd who are you, my name's Justin by the way new kid", he cackled. "I'm Sarah, what's your problem with him?" "Ohhh nothing", Justin said with a deceitful looking smirk newly planted on his face. Justin pulled his chair away and started boasting about his win in the school's last Lacrosse game. Sarah briskly walked to her desk before Apollo had the chance to say anything. At least Justin left him alone. Mrs. Jeffery walked in and started calling role. Apollo looked over to try to see Sarah again. His eyes searched the classroom 3 times over, but she wasn't there. That's weird. I could've swore that I saw her sit down in our classroom. Huh. Apollo couldn't stop thinking about her. She probably didn't realize it, but she just saved him from a day full of mocking. "Apollo Cartelr? Apollo? Hellooooo?" Mrs. Jeffery asked. "OH, HERE!" Apollo then briefly apologized. "That's okay, pay more attention in your classes though." Mrs. Jeffery scolded. The rest of the class went by boringly. No sign of this "Sarah girl", and so, with nothing interesting to do, Apollo spent the hour staring out of the classroom window.

Two kids. One Apollo, the other, Sarah. Both living in a dystopian future full of people with “modifications”. Everyone has them, well, most everyone has them. Then there’s people like Apollo, Sarah, and Zeke. Until Zeke decided randomly to join almost everyone else. Their world is constantly changing with new surprises around every corner. With their society on the brink of destruction, Sarah and Apollo have to face this new reality, with many twists

Do you know there is a famous saying said by a great scientist "The measure of intelligence is the ability to change." and another saying"Those who can not adapt are doomed for failure." by now your asking yourself this why am I telling you this because right now that saying very true to me. As I watched at two burning bodies at a distance surrounded by snow, rubble, and ruins. Beside me, a  two thorn and a stitched bag with a revolver with 1 bullet left. Wondering whether I should end-all.
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Let's start at the beginning my name is  Alex Benjamin a lazy good for nothing from the 21st-century life was good I get to eat at 'least' 3 meals a day don't have to work, get to sleep for at 'least' 8 hours a day,  my parents were not rich but not poor just in the middle just the way I like it, had an older sister who was short than me life was good. Then I Died not by truck-Kun, some car accident, divine lighting striking me, or killed just plain old heart attack at 23.

It was not that painful at all. I had worse It was a good life I will miss it. Then all Hell began I transmigrated to this Dystopian shithole as Alec with 'c' 13-year-old 2nd generation Exhumans.

Now you are asking yourself who are 2nd gen Exhumans basically the humans who I am calling "dumb dumb" fucked up everyone with a 'few' hundred nuclear bombs. Some rich/government 'dumb-dumb' knew what was going to happen had a prebuilt fallout shelter for the worst, some went to space and while those dumb-dumbs who had nowhere to hide or go. 
Lucky ones died instantly unlucky ones got cancer and much more radiation poisoning. Very very unlucky got mutated.

Some lost their face don't tell anything bad about their face they phobia they don't need to eat they absorb radiation kind of remind NPCs of a game I used to play before I was playing it now I am living in it. Then have dumb-dumbs who no longer look human some are green, red, blue one thing common about them they always angry. They come in all shapes and sizes

Just like that 78% of plants and animals wiped clean off the planet. Those that survive mutated as well. Some birds got 8 legs now or glowing red wings pretty cool and freaking if ask me.    

Because of bombs and some genetically modified plants and dumb-dumbs created so the species can survive life finds a way again in this hellhole. I think we better of the dead.

Okay, I am trailing off mutated dumb-dumbs who can birth their children are no longer homo sapiens but a new group genus homo metasapiens or Exhumans for short.

Most Exhumans have powers like enhanced strength, extreme speed, making nuclear-powered heat bast out of their hand's even mind control is possible I don't ask me how even I don't know. To put the icing on the cake got they can absorb any radiation to further increase their power if they don't die first.   

Society is in anarchy. robber and rapist in every corner. You have the strength you are in the right and everyone is wrong so as long as have sufficient strength or powerful backing you can do whatever fuck you want  Basically, it knock-off version cultivator's world. 

Alec with a c and his dad and his friend are Drifters. Essentially thieves take anything that is possibly valuable that not guarded or pinned down in wastelands to barter for food or clothes.

What would you do when the world is ending ...... enjoy yourself, kill yourself, watch the world burn, get superpowers.....
..make yourself king
....try to rebuild,
... Become Crazy!!....

Follow along with Alex on a Crazy journey as a Farmer when everyone trying to kill each other or control everything when he just wants to farm and have some go food.

Now you may be wondering what caused me to suddenly yell out what I did. I know in some cultures doing that may be considered rude, especially when indoors. But you see, I was perfectly justified in what in my actions!
The angel who just entered the hut was definitely not from the same planet I am from. She was just a little shorter than me with pure black doe shaped eyes, long black hair that was somehow perfectly maintained, and beautiful long lashes. She was also extremely fit, I mean...really fit. I could easily see her well toned muscles just from the way she was putting up her hands in a fighting stance for some reason.
Girl? Check
Shorter than me? Check.
Black hair? Check.
Black eyes? Check.
Fit? Check.
Yep this girl is an angel, I just proved it. Although this angel seems to be a bit violent as she just tried to give me an uppercut, good thing I have my secret technique of dodging and running away like a little bitch.
Such a technique turned out to be extremely useful as my angel threw several startling quick jabs my way and even naturally transitioned into a roundhouse kick. Of which I flawlessly dodged all of them, as expected of me of course.
"Woah, woah calm down there angel. While anything you do is holy and just by default, I only have so much stamina to expend" said the great I, who was definitely not quickly getting tired after using my dodging technique a few times.
My words seemed to have an effect on her, of course all my words have an effect on ladies. Although usually they run away in the opposite direction but this time it was clearly different!
With slightly rosy cheeks, obviously she was infatuated with me, and a look of disgust, she's tsundere, the angel said...
"Who is this creep? Why is he calling me angel and why is he drooling...is this the newcomer? Ugh, is it another drug addict...those guys always end up dying after trying to get high off the mushrooms that grow in our waste disposal area."
It appears she misunderstood me, mistaking my piety for a drug induced hallucination. Also what drool? This is simply how I express my adoration for the fairer sex, not drool. Tsk tsk, one must be careful to not mislabel things.
"Angie, dont worry its not another drug addict. He is just a foreigner, he is from Other. They are different over there you know. His odd behavior is just due to the difference in culture, just pay it no mind and you will get used to it. We have to be tolerant of other cultures, although the rest of society does not agree with that idea sadly."
Yeah, go gramps. I always knew you had my back...uh..Ted, yeah that was his name. Wonder what his last name is though, hope it doesn't rhyme with dundy else that would be a little awkward.
"Oh I see gramps. People from other cultures sure are weird huh? Now that I have met one in person I can understand why it was so easy for people to come together in hatred of the Other. Say gramps, I guess you want me to give him a tour right?"
After the angel said such words she finally stopped trying to familiarize her fist with my face. Which of course allowed me to continue marvelling at her. Is that a little birthmark on her neck? How cute.
"Correct you are Angie, introduce him to everyone he needs to know so that he can live here in peace. It would be pitiful if he starved to death, fell into the incinerator, died to not so magic mushrooms, disappeared in the man eating cavern, got mauled by a swarm of bloodsuckers, or drowned in the rapids."
I noted all of these various ways to die down, which was a surprising high amount considering how it was supposed to be in a prison of sorts. Which now that I think about it, is not very prison like. I mean, this is basically a full blown separate society from the rest. There is not really much pain or suffering or whatever as everyone looked happy enough when I saw all the 'prisoners' when I first arrived. Not only that but all of them looked well fed. How mysterious.
"All right...Mr Other guy, follow me and I will show ya around" said the angel, clearly not knowing my name but not wanting to come off as rude.
"My name is John, John Smith" said I, letting the angel know my name.
She laughed in response though and simply took the lead, which is weird since I don't remember making a joke. Mmm, angels work in mysterious ways.
I was led through the town and introduced to each of the major and most important buildings one after another. I met bob the baker, hannah the hair cutter, larry the lazy bum, frank the farmer, elm the engineer, and dave the digger among others. Noticing the obvious I asked Angel why all the villagers happened to have a job that's first letter was the same exact as their own first name. To which she replied,
"It just happened?"
I accepted the explanation, as an Angel can do no wrong. Instead of asking pointless questions that probably would not have a satisfactory answer for me I instead decided to focus on the surrounding area and the crimes that every person was put in here for.
One guy had the gall to dance in public, while another had the audacity to dance in the privacy in his own home. Apparently most forms of entertainment were banned, unless it was the state song or one of the many songs that praised the Glorious Leader.
Asking questions, refusing to lie, praying to someone other than the Glorious leader, not watching the daily news(propaganda), and refusing to turn someone in who had dissenting political views from the approved majority.
All in all my guess as to the nature of the society I had found myself in was being proved right with each conversation I had, that this was a bona fide dystopia. Of course so far I had only heard the tales of an oppressive government that liked to lock people who thought differently up, with nothing else that was common to other dystopian fiction I had read about. While that was slightly disappointing, when I considered the fact I was now living it in reality...perhaps simply being imprisoned is not so bad.
"And that over there is the cave where we get our water and soil from, but don't go too deep in or go in at night since anyone who does one of those things ends up disappearing forever" said an angelic voice, which pulled me from my thoughts.
Putting on the air of a scholar I rubbed my chin and said, "I see, thank you for the tour angel. I now get the jist of how everything works down here, thank you for showing me around."
Ending with my signature smile, I could just imagine the arrow that I just shot through her heart. Oh, how sinful I am. The twitching of the angels lip and the single raised eyebrow, all signs of my attack having great effect.
"No..no problem," began the Angel who tripped on her words for some reason, "surviving down here is not too hard so long as you are careful, let's go back before night arrives though. Sometimes the guards return during the night to start some trouble, if we get caught out the consequences could be devastating."
With such ominous words said, the Angel tugged on my sleeve and started to lead me back to the village head's hut.
Ah, this must be what heaven is like. Such intimate contact, it appears that I have already wormed my way in to her heart slightly. Oh...I am such a sinful man.
As I was dramatically flipping my hair with my hand a thought came to me...
Devastating consequences? That sure sounds scary and also what an unlucky thing to say. It's almost like asking for something to happen, like when someone says:
"Oh, I hope *specific bad thing* doesn't happen. That would be really bad and totally screw us over if it happened right?"
Then of course, it immediately happens.
Good thing this is real life and not some cliche novel.
Right?
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Right...?

I have always been interested by antiques, so much so that I buy them no matter the cost even if I have to go into debt. An addiction? Perhaps. Folly? No of course not...well, at least until I bought THAT mirror.

It drew me in with its ancient splendor and odd runes that no one could understand...drew me in...literally.

Falling into the mirror and out the other side...oh, what would I find?
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I ran without looking back even though I had almost reached my goal. With tired steps I was finally face to face with some bored looking soldiers. They were blocking entry into the vibrant white building.
"Name and purpose." One of them said. Clearly they didn't care why I was running.
"Dan Owens, I came to take a gene test." I managed to say in between puffs.
The soldier who asked me the question simply looked at the one beside him who in response went into the building. Not even a minute passed before he came back in and motioned with his head for the other soldier to let me in.
I recovered my breath and made my way in. I stole a glance behind me and saw that the plump officer was nowhere to be seen. With a sense of relief, I calmly continued in.
I was currently inside of a wide lobby. There was a receptionist by a marble counter who I unhesitatingly approached.
"Take the elevator on the left to the basement floor." The pale lady said before I could initiate a conversation. Her eyes sunken and without joy. She was likely in desperate need of rest and couldn't be bothered to deal with me.
I followed her instructions and pressed the elevator button. With a familiar ding, the elevator doors opened. I walked as I warily scanned my surroundings. Nothing seemed particularly out of place.
I pressed a B1 button, the only of its kind. And the elevator started to move. Unknowingly nervous, my heart beat faster as I saw the floor indicator get closer to the basement. For some reason I felt as if I was making a mistake.
Ding.
The elevator's lights flickered ominously. The doors started to open but I wasn't so willing to continue the operation anymore. Why would I, a person who has never succeeded at anything, think I could increase my authority? Isn't this the same as seeking death?
The doors didn't listen to my will, they opened revealing a panicked me pressing the up button. Before I had a chance to react, I was grabbed and muffled by what I presumed to be a soldier.
Damn it! I now know why there were no other appointments!
I struggled pointlessly, soon I felt a prickle on my left arm only to find a syringe injecting its contents. My movements became sluggish and my consciousness started to fade. My eyes became weary and started to involuntarily close. The last thing I saw was the boring grey basement ceiling.
In what seemed to be a dystopian society, I was far too careless.
By the time I woke up I was strapped to a bed. There were all sorts of medical devices and machines near me all of which sent my heart into panic. It reminded me of scenes in alien movies.
F*ck! The history I read was full of bullsh*t! I thought it would be a simple injection, this looks like it will be painful as all hell! 
Too careless! TOO careless! I knew it was full of lies and half-truths! Was I really so desperate to move up in society?
I struggled but there was no way my constraints would so easily fall apart. That would defeat the purpose of having them in the first place. I let go of my indignation and calmed down. If I made a decision, no matter how dumb, I should see it through to the end.
I can now understand why everybody in this place is always so dead. There are simply no prospects. If I had to take a guess this test has an uncertain result. Either your genes are exalted or you die. 
If that was indeed the case, It was likely that the initially hopeful citizens of termina noticed something was wrong, when their fathers, sons, daughters, friends, neighbors, never returned. Be a hero!?! If you can survive maybe! Save the surface!?! For who?!? Clearly not for them. They were mere tools for experiments.
I was reaffirmed that no matter the reality, humans were trash. In an apocalyptic setting, all the more. There was no guise of serenity. There was no fake sincerity. What you saw was what you got.
But that's alright. That makes things easier. I was already tired of the fake. When my sister died I was far too young but my mother tried to sue the driver who ran over her. And although she was compensated, it was a pittance when compared to the value of budding human life. 
When my brother went missing, no matter how hard I cried and begged for the police to do something nothing was ever done. Weeks and months of putting up posters and searching for answers online with no yield made me turn to the police again only to realize they had already given up on the case.
A world like this, where laws were dictated by the strong, was a far better match for me. I could either rot away or rise to power and truthfully, either of those options are fine.
I inadvertently revealed a daring smile, After all, what do I have to lose?
It was at this moment that a man wearing a lab coat entered the room. He seemed quite healthy and bright when compared to anybody else I've seen in this place. Two strong looking men were sticking to him like glue,
"And what might you be smiling about?" Asked the science looking guy with a smile of his own.
My mouth was naturally not bound so I was able to respond.
"Where exactly is this anyways?" I asked full of curiosity. I didn't actually care but I wanted to exude a confident aura. If I wanted to make it in this place I had to act the part regardless of the situation.
"Well…" The man put on some gloves from an operating table,"I'll tell you if you survive." He said mockingly.
It just seemed like a cheap attempt to scare me. Thus I shrugged helplessly. Let's see where this takes me.

Dan Owens is a young man followed by calamity. His whole life a series of unfortunate events. He who was tired of living, woke up only to find himself in a completely different place.

Termina. The last bastion of mankind in the fight against the mutant beasts that plague the surface.

Will the good for nothing Dan be able to cope with his new situation? Or will he remain stuck at the bottom of the ladder, never to reach new heights? One thing's for certain, he needs to pay his phone bill!

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