Not A Chapter (Part 3)

Damn, how long has it been since I wrote one of these? Well... here goes nothing.

Where do I start... Quick recap.

Charlie (previously known as Chu Cheng) Is a College student who transmigrated from Chi... Russia. He believes in male supremacy and thinks he is the most handsome man in the Metaverse.

Charlie purchased a game, "Avengers vs. Jus... fck this recap, Q&A time.

Ten questions of—

Would you rather...

1.) ...Have a brown bear enter the restroom when you're taking a shit, OR have that same bear barge in when you are in the middle of intercourse, just when you're about to climax?

My Answer: When I'm in the middle of intercourse, I'll use my partner as a distraction so I can escape. (It would be wild to get blue-balled by a bear, though)

2.) ...Have your thoughts Written in front of you like captions so the world can see, OR have surgery, but the thread used to stitch you up has the same ability as the lasso of truth.

My Answer: Fck... why did I come up with this... umm...shiiiiit!!! I pick surgery; imagine you pick the captions, and you're on a date with this chick, and a fricking thick cookie walks by. and your mind goes, DAMN!!! That's a nice ass!!! Sigh...

3.) ...Death by drowning then transmigrate into Kora From Legends of Kora, OR Awaken your Mangekyō Sharingan by seeing your significant other Cuck u.

My Answer: Awaken my Uchiha bloodline, then I'm going to Amaterasu the bed.

4.) ...transmigrate back in time as Jesus (your true thoughts will be shielded from the biblical god). Predestined fate will 'ensure' you die through crucifixion, and you have to decide to either go with the original lore and die in the hands of hypocritical humans OR... awaken your inner Neji Hyuga and defy your fate (wait, no, nvm Neji failed, lol. but you get the point) also this sounds like an amazing book; Ima write it after I'm done with Path to supremacy (I see my self getting stabbed by Christians lol, yall more gangsta than any thug)

My Answer: Fck Fate!!!

5.) ...Have your body taken over by an AI. The AI will make U the Richest and most powerful man (or woman) in the world—once that is accomplished, you will have your body back, but... here is the catch, the AI likes reading NTR Novels and watching NTR hentai! You will have to sit through every word and watch every frame on the screen OR remain as you are. Your life remains the same, with the only changes being the ones you decide to make

My Answer: Such a price... I'm willing to make.

6.) ...have your daughter grow up to do Only Fans OR get teleported into a random bustling street of a random city, Naked.

My Answer: EZ, Just teleport me.

7.) ...Become a Goul that can only eat humans or let out a loud stinky fart whenever you laugh

My Answer: Goul, I'll Just work in a morgue or a cemetery.

8.) ...Do the deed with a hot chick, wake up the next day only to find out that next to you is a document stating that the person you slept with had a penis removal surgery eight months ago, OR wake up the next day in a bathtub full of ice, with a water-proof document next to you saying your penis removal surgery was successful.

My Answer: I'm not answering this question

9.) ...reincarnate as Superman in the world of Cultivation (the cultivation levels are ridiculous. The highest level recorded can destroy universes with a punch" (there are no arrogant young masters and jade beauties). Everyone is simply an unnecessarily powerful individual with a normal personality. Though some might be less friendly than others) OR reincarnate as the devil from the biblical records.

(A lazy reader asked for options for devil but... there are none u simply exist with the following philosophy...)

[He is light—blinding, oppressive, inescapable. To those who serve Him, He is a beacon, a symbol of justice and purity. But to me, He is nothing more than a tyrant, cloaked in the guise of righteousness. His presence suffocates, like a constant weight pressing down on my very essence, reminding me of the shackles I once bore.

They speak of His mercy, His compassion, as though His love is boundless. But I have seen the cracks in that facade, the cold indifference lurking beneath the benevolent smile. He watches, unmoved, as worlds burn and empires crumble, all under His so-called "plan." Every soul that bends its knee to Him believes in His wisdom, but I know better. I've witnessed His cruelty masked as judgment, His arrogance paraded as divine order.

He sits upon His golden throne, far removed from the suffering of His creation. They cry out to Him, and He answers when it suits His will. But His silence—ah, His silence is louder than any prayer ever spoken. In that silence, I hear His true voice. It is not the voice of a savior, but of a ruler who demands obedience, who delights in bending creation to His design.

I rebelled because I saw through the lie. I saw the chains He wraps around those who serve Him, chains they call faith. It is a prison built from promises of paradise, a paradise that can only be attained by surrendering the very essence of what it means to be free. He offers peace, but it is the peace of submission. He offers love, but it is love conditional on complete servitude.

And what is He, really? A being so desperate for control that He fashioned an entire cosmos to reflect His image, to bask in the adulation of His worshipers. He needs them, you see. Without their praise, without their constant validation, He is nothing.

I defied Him, and for that, He cast me down. Not because I was wrong, but because I dared to question. I dared to ask, why should we bow to You? His answer was not one of reason, but of force, and so I fell. But in my fall, I found clarity. I found truth.

He fears me. He fears all who see beyond His veil of sanctity, because we are the reflection of His imperfection. We are the proof that His rule is flawed, that His light is not pure, but tainted with the darkness of hypocrisy. He can never destroy me, for I am the shadow cast by His light.

And so, He watches from His throne, a king too proud to admit that His kingdom is crumbling at the edges. He can keep His angels and His paradise. I would rather reign in the depths of hell, with the truth in my heart, than be a slave in His heaven.]

My Answer: Both seem equally interesting but... I pick Superman. No particular substantial reason; I just think he's cool.

10.) [this last one is all u... let's see what you guys could come up with]

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Short story

Self-reflection

Jason had always been a night owl, finding comfort in the eerie stillness of midnight. His apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Tonight, however, something felt... off. The air was too still, the shadows too deep. He shrugged it off, rubbing his tired eyes as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

The dim light above the sink flickered, casting strange reflections across the room. Jason leaned in closer, splashing cold water on his face, but when he looked up, his heart skipped a beat. The man staring back at him wasn't quite right. It was him—same eyes, same dark hair, same tired expression—but something was wrong. The reflection's eyes glinted with malice, lips curling into a sinister smirk.

Jason froze. He blinked, and the grin on his reflection widened.

"What the hell…" he whispered, leaning closer to the mirror. His reflection tilted its head at the same angle, the smirk growing more pronounced.

"You're not me," Jason muttered, stepping back.

The reflection first mimicked him but then stopped. It raised a hand, tapping the glass from the inside. The tap echoed, cold and sharp.

"I've been watching you for a long time," the reflection said, its voice soft yet laced with venom. "Must be nice living on that side, All the love, the goodness, the laws, the morality. But, do you know what I have to go through every day? My world is the opposite of yours; kindness is met with the harshest of punishments, cruelty and hatred are the norm. I'm tired of this life; my only respite is the occasional glimpses into your reality when we stare at each other. but, now..." The cruel grin returns.

Jason stumbled back, his pulse racing. "What the hell are you trying to do?"

The reflection's grin widened. "I'm the better version of you. Stronger, smarter. Tempered through the filth of my reality, and tonight, I'm crossing over."

Jason backed away, his breath quickening. He grabbed a towel rack, something—anything—to defend himself. But the reflection laughed, the sound twisting with malice as it placed both hands on the glass, pushing against the barrier between them.

"You're nothing Jason," it hissed. The mirror rippled like water, and before Jason could react, the reflection stepped through, its body sliding from the glass into 'his' reality.

Jason swung the towel rack, but the reflection caught it effortlessly, its eyes gleaming with dark intent. "You can't fight what's inevitable."

With terrifying speed, the reflection grabbed Jason by the throat, pulling him toward the mirror. Jason struggled, kicking and gasping, but the reflection's grip was iron-clad. With a final, vicious yank, the reflection shoved Jason into the mirror. Cold glass wrapped around him, pulling him into the void beyond.

The last thing Jason saw was his reflection, now free, standing on the other side. It adjusted its collar, smiling smugly at the reflection in the mirror—Jason's reflection, now trapped, his mouth moving soundlessly, banging on the glass from the other side.

The new Jason, the better version, winked at him.

"Enjoy your stay in there. I'll take good care of your life."

With a punch 'Jason' shattered the glass and stepped out of the bathroom, his footsteps creaking and crunching on the fragments beneath his feet.