Shorty

Jason Carter never thought his life could get more ridiculous—or more dangerous.

I thought life was hard, living paycheck to paycheck in a society that wasn't kind to the poor. Turns out, that was just the tutorial. I woke up in a world where everyone—yes, everyone—has a superpower called an Aspect. Reality-bending, planet-smashing, or hair-color-changing—your Aspect decides whether you thrive like a demigod or rot in the gutters. This isn't some heroic fairy tale; this is survival.

Interstellar wars rage. Humanity lives among aliens, their tech so advanced I'm not sure if I'm in a sci-fi dream or a nightmare. People here are born gods, titans, and monsters. Me? I had nothing. No Aspect. No name. No hope. Just a damp alley and a prayer for survival.

Then it happened. Turns out, I did have an Aspect, and it was the most ridiculous one ever.

Fictional Mimicry.

In a world where imagination has been stifled by the sheer existence of superpowers, where creativity was traded for brute force and practicality, my Aspect was written off as worthless. After all, why dream up something when you can just do it? That was the old Jason's mistake. But me? I come from a world where fiction thrived, where imagination was the lifeblood of humanity. And let me tell you—what they saw as useless, I knew was godlike.

You know those stories where the main character has the "worst" ability, only to turn it into something absurdly overpowered? That's me.

From summoning legendary warriors to stealing abilities from fictional icons, my power is only as limited as the stories I remember. Superpowered assassins, alien emperors, walking gods—none of them have a clue what's coming. Because in a universe where everyone thinks they're the pinnacle of creation, Jason Carter is about to show them what imagination really looks like.