Temp Agency Merced

The Devilish Genius of Time and Effort. That Cheating Bastard. Idiot Savant. A man known by countless names in the Three Realms, one who collected every treasure, every ancient art, whose Dao of 'Accumulation' made him the richest and most hated person even amongst the Eternal Emperors. The strongest Transcendent, the one envied by all beneath the heavens. After breaking past the bounds of existence, he- "I'm heading home." "W-Wait! Master!" -Promptly packed his bags and returned to Earth. A story about a laidback overpowered guy who underestimated how hard it is to be abnormal in a normal world and gets swept up into the flow too quickly... And also ended up opening an idol agency. Thus begins the tale of John Smith and his daily adventures back on Earth.

A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

In a world where superhumans and villains clash with epic regularity, a secret organization exists, hidden in the shadows, known only as the Villain Support Agency (VSA). Enter the Villain Support Agency, a clandestine organization that offers guidance, training, and resources to aspiring supervillains. Led by the enigmatic council, the agency is a melting pot of diverse and unconventional individuals with extraordinary abilities, all united by their shared desire to challenge the status quo. Frustrated with the seemingly untouchable heroes and their self-righteousness, the protagonist of the story, Carl, joined the agency as a handler, a person that helps the villains out and does his best to do what is best for them. As Carl becomes acquainted with this new underworld, he encounters many characters, each with their own motivations and ambitions. From the mischievous trickster to the mastermind strategist, Carl learns that villains are not just one-dimensional evildoers but complex individuals driven by their own desires and dreams. One faithful day, Carl gains an opportunity to not only become better at his job and rise through the ranks of the organization quickly, but to become much more than a simple 'handler'.

“What does it take to rise to the top?” Most people might list a few things that contribute to success. Determination, talent. An unwavering will. All of these things made sense, but there was also a different route. When asked that same question, Elric would answer with a single word. Ruthlessness. Who cares if the opponent is better in every way if they never have a chance to compete? You’re going to easily crush my crew’s runner in a sprint? Cool, let’s see you do it with a broken leg. Following in his father’s footsteps, Elric decides to start his own talent agency. Quickly finding himself butting heads with more… legitimate and powerful agencies, he falls back on his secret weapon. –Group Chat: The Boys. Members Currently Online: ???,??? –General Chat– (Open to see more). –Profiles– (Open to see more). –Lamb Sauce– (Open to see more [18+]). –Jobs– (Currently Viewing). … … Job Poster: Elric Melov (SecretlyKind). Request: Go to the singer “Alha Nulstaya’s” concert, boo and throw trash at her. Rewards: A free Taco Gong burrito for the first 20 members to sign up, an introduction to a cute girl for the most verbose booer. Current applicants: 516/20.

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

What if the wonderful dream you had last night was not a dream made in your head like it seems to be but the sweet dreams department made it; and the terrible nightmares you had that gives you sleepless nights and eye bags were the work of the nightmares department? ______ When Karen click accept and won the contest to get a better dream for the night, she never expected to be stuck in her dream nor almost dying or become a criminal or become Cinderella or find her dream boyfriend. Having those things in her dream was a dream come true.

We are aiming to be the number one agency in the world! Reaching high above in order to be immortalized! That is what we tell people. But… Right now in my bed. My agency’s talent is sleeping on my right… Her manager, too, is sleeping on my left. What a wild night it was. Wait! What about the shoot? What kind of agency is this? It’s a mess! No NTR! *Read in this site for pictures: https://www.scribblehub.com/series/572892/immoral-agency-illustrated-fiction/

When runaway Kip Faulkner was seventeen, he witnessed two men commit a murder. Fear kept him from telling Sheriff Long the truth about what he'd seen. Guilt made him turn his life around. Eleven years later, he's the owner of a reputable private investigation agency in Denver.<br><br>John Rigby looks like a typical biker, tattoos and all. But Kip discovers he’s the antithesis of that stereotype when he hires John to work for his agency.<br><br>When Kip learns about a recent killing exactly like the one he witnessed and recognizes one of the killers in a blurry photo on the news, he vows to find out how the two murders are connected ... and if there have been more.<br><br>With John's help, can he learn the truth behind the murders while the two men fight their mutual attraction? Or will Kip become the next victim?

"Terrorists planning to blow up a VIP? Just kill the terrorists first." "Powerful corrupt noble making backdoor dealings with the enemy? Make his death look like an accident to avoid political unrest." "Monsters terrorizing the countryside? Test out our latest chemical weapons on them." "Enemy nation planning to invade? Get some blackmail on them." "Demon King planning on destroying the world? Just break every law in the Geneva Convention and send them packing." This is the story of how a modern-day spy got summoned to another world and established an intelligence agency (and plans on conquering the world for Earth.)

I’m big dumb since Idk what an synopsis is, hold up let me look this up(scanning scanning) here we go Synopsis:a brief summery or general survey of something. That’s good to know, ok let’s get goin now shall we. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So ya boi jim....wait wrong one(that’s for later) Ok real one; “so what do you mean I am going to be a GIANT SHARK!” Said a guy that looks very translucent. “You.are.goin.to.be.what’s.known.as.a.me.ga.lo.don. “Said a bright white orb that glows and dims as it says those words one at a time. The guy is starting to get angered, “ok you glowing ball of bird shit, I know what a megalodon is but why am I going to be one?” “Because why not!! You’ve always wanted to know about it so why not learn by being one?” The ball said sarcastically. “Can’t argue there, screw it I’m with ya”said the man who’s starting to calm down. “Ok well you have fun and I’m sending a little “friend” to help you out on your way” said the ball as it started glowing brighter than ever “WAIT WHAT, WHAT FR-“ -story time hehehhehe :)