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The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

[Ding! Welcome to The Boys universe.] [Viltrumite Bloodline — Awakened] Bloodline Level: Lv.1 Viltrumite Clerk (Technically a baby Infant) -Strength: 8 tons -Speed: Subsonic -Defense: Immune to conventional firearms. -Flight & Space Survival: Unlocked / 30 Minutes -Bio-Field: Primary (Passive body & clothing protection) Genetic Status: Perfectly stable. Entirely immune to diseases, viruses, and whatever synthetic garbage Compound V has to offer. Evolution Points: 0 / 10,000 (Sourced from public and key-character emotional energy) Upgrade Path: Lv.2 Regular Soldier → Lv.3 Elite Warrior → ... → Lv.6 Pure-Blooded Royalty "Interesting~" Right on cue, a blue blur tore through the rainy street ahead. A-Train was high on Compound V, barreling forward, completely oblivious to the fact that he was about to turn Hughie Campbell's girlfriend into a red paste on the pavement. I stepped off the curb, directly into his path. A lazy grin spread across my face as the world slowed to a crawl. BOOM. [System Notification: Emotional energy collection complete. Evolution points acquired!] From that exact moment, the corporate-sponsored playground of Vought International had a brand-new variable. Think the Invisible Man is untouchable? A tungsten alloy rod shoved through the eye socket puts an end to that corporate asset in thirty seconds flat. Does The Deep want to corner Starlight in the locker room? Let's see how well he swims after a single kick snaps his spine like dry kindling. And Homelander? The god of this pathetic world? The day he finally corners me, eyes glowing crimson, screaming about his superiority, those laser beams won't even singe the threads of the jacket. I’ll just catch his fist, lean in close, and whisper: "You think you're the strongest on this planet? You're wrong. You're just the noisiest one."

HeroicVerse · TV
36 Chs

House of Dragons: Im Ulf the White

Shot dead in modern Baltimore, MMA fighter Marcus Cole awakens in the body of Ulf the White, a drunken Targaryen bastard living in King's Landing's filthy Flea Bottom. The year is 112 AC, years before the Dance of the Dragons. Ulf is cursed with a body weakened by alcohol and neglect , but blessed with two unique, latent abilities originating from the One Piece world that require intensive training to unlock: Kilo Kilo no Mi (Weight Manipulation): Ulf can shift his mass from being incredibly light, granting him enhanced speed, to being incredibly heavy (up to thousands of kilograms), allowing for devastating strikes and defense. Rokushiki (Six Styles): A formidable martial arts system that pushes the human body beyond its limits, giving him access to specific techniques: Soru (Shave): High-speed movement by kicking the ground ten times in an instant. Tekkai (Iron Body): Hardening muscles to iron density for defense. Rankyaku (Tempest Kick): Launching compressed air blades from a kick. Shigan (Finger Pistol): Thrusting a finger to pierce flesh like a bullet. Geppo (Moon Step): Kicking the air to achieve flight/vertical movement. Kami-e (Paper Arts): Making the body loose and flexible to evade attacks. Refusing to be another footnote, Ulf begins brutal conditioning and systematic self-injury to develop adaptive resistance against poison and fire. His only goal: to prevent the horrific fate of Princess Helaena Targaryen. Winning a melee and catching the eye of high lords , Ulf maneuvers into the Red Keep, eliminating the assassins Blood and Cheese before they can strike.

What_If_4132 · TV
92 Chs

The Golden King of Camelot

Arthur Pendragon was reborn in Essos with no perfect knowledge of the future, no sacred script to follow, and no clear path to survival. He remembers only broken impressions: dragons will one day tear the skies apart, House Targaryen will drown itself in blood, and a war is coming that will change the world. At five years old, Arthur is only a child lost near the edge of the Dothraki Sea. Yet his body is not normal, his instincts are too sharp, his strength grows too quickly, and the world itself seems willing to bend around him. For years, he watches Essos as it truly is: khalasars riding over open grass, slaves sold in distant cities, merchants buying peace with gold, and kings across the sea playing games with dragons. Arthur learns one lesson early: a weak man waits for history to happen to him. A strong one builds a kingdom before history can swallow him. At ten years old, the impossible begins. The golden city of Uruk rises in the heart of the Dothraki Sea, later known as Camelot. Roads stretch across the grasslands. Mines open beneath ancient hills. War academies train common men into elite soldiers. Noble houses gather around a new Round Table. Dragon towers rise near Omber. The Dothraki Sea is no longer an empty sea of grass. It is Arthur Pendragon’s empire. By the time Queen Aemma dies in Westeros, Camelot has become a power the world can no longer ignore. Viserys wants peace. Otto wants control. Daemon wants to test him. Rhaenyra hears rumors of a golden king across the sea. Alicent fears what his rise means for her children. And Arthur, now sixteen, knows only one thing for certain. The dragons of Westeros will dance. But they will not dance alone. Copyright and Fanfiction Notice This is a non-commercial fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. A Song of Ice and Fire, Fire & Blood, House of the Dragon, and all related canon characters, locations, houses, dragons, and lore belong to their respective rights holders, including George R. R. Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros. Discovery. Any crossover-inspired concepts, abilities, powers, creatures, or references belong to their respective original creators and rights holders. I only claim ownership of my original character Arthur Pendragon, my original version of Camelot/Uruk, original plot developments, original locations, original dialogue, and original story elements created for this fanfiction. The cover image is AI-generated artwork created for this story and is not official artwork from HBO, Warner Bros., George R. R. Martin, or any other rights holder. No copyright infringement is intended. Please do not repost, copy, translate, adapt, or distribute this story on any other website or platform without permission from the author.

ElucidatorGamer · TV
11 Chs