Class dismissed!...and I'm not the teacher.

So it all began on a day like any other. I was sitting at my desk listening to old Miss Sanders during trigonometry class which absolutely stinks. I hated studying and the worst of all was trigonometry.

Instead I sat there wondering how cool life would be if I the world has superpowers in it, and I was the best of them all. Damn would I get some attention from the opposite sex if that were the case.

'If only I were born in a superhero world.'

As I thought that, I suddenly noticed something strange. Now this class was pin drop silent because everyone just falls asleep and the old bag at the desk never turns around to make sure someone is listening. But even she was silent. Everything was too quiet.

I was about to shrug it all off when I glanced at Emma's desk. She was the most popular girl in class, every guy including me after her affection. Not that I made any moves or had any chances. Her pencil appeared to have rolled off her desk and hit the floor.

At least it was meant to.

No, it was suspended in the air, frozen in suspended animation. I took another look around my class and realised everyone was frozen, included miss Sanders' arm which was held up to write something on the chalkboard. Yeah, you heard me, chalk. You can tell this bloody town is meant for pensioners.

"What is going on?" I said aloud to noone in particular, that being myself, the class silent nobody.

{DING!}

When I heard the noise, a screen popped up up in front of me, a transparent blue screen like a holographic display. Looking back on that now, I wonder why I didn't find that weird or why I went with the flow at all. I had been in trance like state.

Coming back to the weird screen thingamajig, this is what it said.

{Greeting lucky winner. As a result of a lucky spin on the Wheel of Fate, you have been chosen to transmigrate to any universe you want with your own customized template. Would you like to proceed?

YES/NO}

'Hell yeah'

I dabbed the yes button and it immediately brough up a character customisation page. Immediately I began to work. I'd always been small for my age and even smaller than the average height. And I was skinny.

So I began with that first. I aimed to enter my new world having started my childhood all over again, cause this one was just so shitty. As a grown adult, I would be 6'8 and throughout my new childhood I would be a little taller for my age. I decided on black hair and deep green eyes because I was so fed up of my full brown ones. I gave myself insane metabolism so I could scoff as much as I want and never put on weight. I also add an insane muscle growth so I had to do little work to earn them. And they would be the nice kind of muscles. The slim lean ones worth of a duelist and martial artists. I didn't want to be a solid wall of muscle. Plus it would serve extra humiliation against a muscle head. Oh and by the way, I would be more ripped than Bruce Lee. My features were already set to God level handsomeness. In fact, the new world I would be going to, even Gods would be envious of me.

I then began on my classes. And just...well they speak for themselves.

NAME: Nekros Darth Maleforius (Luke George)

Species: Human (God)

STR: Ex

STA: Ex

SPD: Ex

INT: 300 +

VIT: Ex

END: Ex

MAG: Incalculable (God Tier)

FP (Force Points) : ∞

DEX: 0

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CLASS 1 : God of Destruction.

(A cosmic entity, born mortal become divine, that serves no purpose but to uphold balance by destroying what life imbalances the forces of the universe.)

Abilities;

•Hakai

•Flight

•Acute sense

• Energy Generation (Mobius Level +++)

• Teleportation

• Telepathy

• Telekinesis

• Clairvoyance

• Super strength

• Invulnerability

• Adaptability

• Martial Arts (Prodigious)

• Autonomous Ultra Instinct (Locked)

• Ultra Ego (0.1/100)

• Transformations (Locked)

Traits;

• Immortal

• Intimidating

• Ruler

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CLASS 2: Force God (Celestial +++)

(A cosmic entity, one with the Force beyond the comprehension of even the ancient and equally mysterious Celestials. It can use both sides of the Force, Light and Dark, in equal measure and to an infinite degree. There is no limit to it's potential when newborn, and it is a master of all things related to the Force. However, it must tread carefully when using it's power, for one mistake could offset the very fabric of the universe, destroying all life. When in understanding of it's latent powers, it will have the ability to create life itself.)

Abilities;

• Telekinesis

• Force Push/Pull/Blast

• Force Grip/Crush/Choke

• Force Lightning (All Variants)

• Clairvoyance

• Mechu Dura

• Force Freeze

• Pyrokinesis

• Force Repulse/Sith Seeker

• Telepathy

• Mind Reading

• Force Shield

• Force Jump

• Force Speed

• Meditation ( 40/100) [You're a sleepy kid]

•...

{NOTICE: Force Abilities are limited by the host's knowledge. To increase the list, you must discover them on your own.}

{NOTE: Due to your divine status, it is possible you may be able to create your own abilities. Such a thing for even you however, will take time, dedication and concentration, as well as no small amount of patience and hard work. Bear in mind and do not be arrogant.)

Forms;

FORM I Shii-Cho : MASTER

FORM II Makashi : MASTER

FORM III Soresu : MASTER

FORM IV Ataru : MASTER

FORM V Shien/Djem-So : MASTER

FORM VI Niman : MASTER

FORM VII Juyo/Vaapad : MASTER

Jar'Kai : MASTER

{NOTE: All though you are a master of all these forms, experienced swordsmen will quickly dissect the motions and exploit the weaknesses they will uncover. You also do not possess your own style of fighting, hence why to an actual Jedi or Sith, your movement will be robotic and easy to read. It is advised you mix different forms together and make adjustments where you please to make your fighting style more complex.}

MIDICHLORIAN COUNT: Ex

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CLASS 3: God of Creation

(A cosmic entity born to create life where it sees death, to clean up after the Destroyer. This class was created as a result of the host choosing to possess the skill, Arc of Embodiment. Your divine status has boosted the skill to a point where the no-life limit of the ability is removed, nor do you need full comprehension to make create what you desire. As a God of Creation, you also have incalculable amounts of magic power, possibly inexhaustible. Be wary, for too much life will offset the balance of the universe.)

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And there it was. I was going to be ridiculously OP. Especially in the DC universe. I remembered reading a fanfic on webnovel about someone who decided to be reincarnated after the first world war. The MC traveled to Themyscira to learn the warrior's way and familiarize himself with the Amazons. While I absolutely despised militant bloody feminazis, I knew there were some ancient ones among them who had loving husbands and sons in the old days. I was willing to give it a try, especially if it meant I could get Wonder Woman as an ally. When canon begins in young justice, there will be slightly less trouble for me as Diana was one of the original Trinity of the Justice League. With her for support, I wouldn't be getting too much shit for the League. Of course I could go on a destructive rampage over all their collective asses (that sounds really wrong...), but what would be the point of making life harder.

Squaring my shoulders, I hit the COMPLETE button, and in a bright flash I was gone from my seat.

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For many decades on, people wondered what had happened to Luke George, for he had just vanished into thin air. His school possessions were still in school but his body was gone. CCTV footage showed him going in class and but none showed him coming out. Students and teachers were questioned thoroughly but none could provide an answer.

This case would go on to become one of the most confusing mysteries in history and found its way into many YouTube lists.

The most distraught of all was Emma Carley. The one person who actually did anything genuinely nice for her, and the one guy she thought she could ever have a relationship with, first of all never seemed to notice her even when other boys did, and second of all just vanished. It hit her hardest because her desk was closest to his, and she was the first to notice him missing when she picked her pencil up. She enjoyed that seat most because she was nearest to him eight hours a day.

So close yet so far away...

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And that's the first chapter. Get those reviews flooding in.