Please keep sypnosis in 0 to 4000 characters. 




p. s. very serious trolling

*Just to be clear I do not own any Marvel Characters shown in this fanfic.

In a destroyed world of chaos, a dying man sat down peacefully reading a comic book.


Bunker's log: This is James Curtis, it's been 20 years since I've left the bunker after the Kelvin plague spreaded turning every living being into mindless beings only knowing how to eat while increasing in speed, strength and production of saliva to digest raw meat. I've worked with other scientists and geneticist on the patient zero on the cure. Until our fellow friend got drunk and broke the containment unit. It all went south after reports around the world of the disease spreading, politicians, children, and teachers, man and woman eating each other. I have created this bunker to save guard me from nuclear attacks, and food enough for 15 years, and now I am dying. I wish I live in the world of comic books, but it's impossible.


Now thinking back of what he's done and what he could have done, he dies peacefully.


    James wakes up in a plain white room, still thinking about what happened. "Am I dead?". In disbelief he shouted, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

"You have awaken sooner than I expected."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"I am Gaia, the planet you call earth and what you would call mother nature. You are the last of my children and so I will use what remains of my life essence to full fill you 3 wishes and get you to wherever you what to go and reincarnate to save you, my last child."

    I have to think about this seriously. "Are there any tricks to the wishes?"

    "No. But you must hurry for I can only maintain you in this state for so long before draining myself."

    "I wish to live in a universe that is a mixture of the MCU, the Marvel 616 universe and the Marvel Ultimate universe."

    "It is done."

    "I wish to have the power to absorb other people's powers and memories by touching them without overloading my body and mind."

    "It is done, but hurry. Half of my power is drained and can only give you one more wish."

    "I wish to have regenerative powers as strong as Deadpool's."

    "My child, your powers will manifest at the age of two and so will your memory of this life to avoid suspicion of your powers and intelligence."

    "Well, I guess th-"

    "Now off you go my child, before my essence is fully drained!"

    After Gaia's death, the earth blew up into a supernova, years later, birthing a new planet from the ashes of the old one.


I am 13, and this is my first fanfic so leave a comment on how can I improve it. Thank you for your support.

James Curtis is the last survivor of the Kelvin plague and was reincarnated into the Marvel universe.

Thanks to Gaia, he managed to have the power to absorb other people's powers and memories, similar to Rouge's.

Using his knowledge of the marvel universe and his new found powers, what should he do?

October 9th 2016

The Javitz Center is bursting with energy. The line in the morning went up and down 34th street. It's the last day of this year's New York Comic Con. People dressed as their favorite characters from every conceivable fandom parade around to get comic books signed, pictures taken, attend artist/writer's panels, compare costumes, purchase merchandise and collectibles, as well as hang out and connect with fellow fans of the same work. It's a magical time.

However, this NYCC is a bit different than usual. People dressed as Spider-Man, Thor, Black Widow, and many other beloved Marvel characters can be seen with mixed emotions on their faces, excited, yet also despondent. Looking at them you'd think that someone just told them that their favorite grandmother was about to die but was also leaving them with her entire fortune after she passed away. If asked about it, many would agree with that sentiment, especially those who live in this city that never sleeps.

The reason for this occurred two days ago. It was announced online that this would be a beloved icon's last convention in his birth city of New York. The man who has given all Marvel fans so much of his time and energy, as well as being a co-creator of so many of the more well known characters in the Marvel Universe.  Stan Lee is having his last panel at this location today, this afternoon, in-fact. Right now though, the man every comic book fan adores can be seen chatting and signing autographs from behind a white plastic table with the upcoming Marvel Studios movie poster "Spider-Man: Homecoming" blown up behind him.

One New Yorker can be seen in line to get the man's signature, shuffling in place nervously but gingerly holding a limited edition copy of Fantastic Four #72. His deep green eyes looking over the others ahead of him in order to see how long it'll be until it's his turn. A cough from behind startles him. He turns around to see who wants his attention.

"Hey tall guy, what's got you so impatient? Not like you can make this line move any faster."

Embarrassed, the man scratches the back of his dark brown head of hair as he looks down to acknowledge the older gentleman. He must be around five ten? Five nine? Maybe 70 or 80 years old. And dressed as Thanos, The Mad Titan, of all people, complete with a replica of the infinity gauntlet and purple makeup. It's kind of a odd choice of character for an elderly person to dress as. While keeping up with the rest of the line, the brown haired man responds.

"S-sorry, it's just, I've always wanted to meet him again since the first NYCC I went to and I don't want to miss him. I mean, it's his last one, y'know?"

'Thanos' shows a knowing smile.

"I get it, believe me, but doin' what your doin' ain't gonna help at all. By the way, been meanin' to ask you... who are you cosplaying as?" 'Thanos' asks, gesturing to the man's attire. "You can't be dressed as Peter Parker, you're a bit too bulky for it... Clark Kent? That'd fit, but you don't have the glasses on..."

"Huh?" The man looks down at his plaid button down shirt, white undershirt, and jeans. "Oh! No, sorry, I actually couldn't really afford to make a costume this year. So, I'm just me, unfortunately."

"Ah," 'Thanos' nods. "No worries young man, we've all been there. By the way, name's Jack. And you are?" Jack extends his non-gloved hand out for a handshake.

Taking Jack's hand with the one not holding his most prized comic, the man replies, "Jonathan Stevens, call me Jon, nice to meet you. Nice Thanos costume, by the way."

Jack grins, "Thanks, made it myself. Took a while to get it right, though people keep telling me I'm too old for this stuff. If I had a build like you and maybe twenty or so years younger I'd probably be able to pull it off better."

Now it was Jon's turn to smile, "Nonsense, just say you're a Thanos where Dr. Strange used the Time Stone to accelerate your age and you're good to go!" 

Jack showed a bemused expression and chuckled as the both of them kept walking forward in line. "Yea, that'd work, if I didn't have the Time Stone already in the Infinity Gauntlet that is."

"Ah, I guess you're right. Then how about a Thanos that's an extra few thousand years old?" 

"Again, Infinity Gauntlet. With the stones, Thanos wouldn't need to age like he normally would. Plus, his race's longevity doesn't work like most others, he'd look the same clear up until the day he died."

"Hmm, then say you're a Watcher who is a fan of the Titan?"

"Nope, if there were a Watcher that was a fan of Thanos he'd have his title revoked. Though they're supposed to be neutral, they favor good over evil. The only outlier in the Watchers is that simpleton that watches Deadpool exclusively. And the other Watchers barely tolerate him because Wade Wilson is usually doing good." 

Jon and Jack both continue chatting about comics, how to resolve Jack's cosplay identity, and their favorite characters for a while. All of a sudden a trio of cosplayers dressed as Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel, and Power Girl walk by, distracting Jon for a few seconds while Jack gives the young man a smirk. Though, after a bit it becomes more annoying than funny. So Jack snaps him back to reality.

"Hey now, they're beautiful alright, but there's no need to stare that much. What would your girlfriend think?"

Startled, Jon hastily waves his hand in front of his face. "Eh!? No, no no. I d-don't have a girlfriend. At least, not anymore."

Jack's eyes widen slightly in surprise . "Really? Big guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend? Well, I'm sorry to hear that, what happened?"

"Ah, w-well... after I got out after my last tour I found out she left me, so I moved back home to Queens for a while." Jon shows a self deprecating smile. "She said she couldn't stand me being away all the time and that I wasn't able to give her what she needs. She's married now with a kid on the way..."

"Ah jeez, I'm sorry, shouldn't have brought it up. Wait a minute. Got out? Last tour? You a vet?"

"Hmm, I wouldn't really classify myself as a veteran. It's not like I was in the full 20. But I did a few tours with Kilo Company, 3rd Battalion in Afghanistan. Some of my friends that served with me would say that anyone who deployed and saw the desert is a vet, but personally, I think the guys who stayed in and continued their service after being in that hell are the real veterans. But anyway, after that, well, like I said I got out and came back home."

"So, what're you doing now?"

"Not a whole lot. Living by myself and going to school again to get a degree, G.I. Bill won't use itself, you know? But mostly I'm just reading comics and watching tv and movies."

"Hey, no shame in that. And thank you for your service."

Smiling, Jon appreciated the elderly gentleman's sentiments. Prior Service men and women may not get treated as badly as they used to after Vietnam, but in a city like New York it's a bit rarer to find someone who is grateful for the sacrifices that people like Jon have made in service to the country. So, Jack saying that meant a lot. 

The odd duo made small talk for a while. Soon it was almost time for Jon's turn in line. However, before he could go up to his idol he got stopped by Jack.

"Wait a bit, been meaning to ask you. What's so important about that Fantastic Four comic you have? You seem to treasure it. But from what we've been talking about it doesn't seem like you particularly care for the FF all that much." Jack asks, looking at the comic held carefully in Jon's hand. 

"Oh, this?" Jon brings the 72nd issue up. "Yea, I don't care much about the FF. Susan Storm, Ben Grimm, and Johnny Storm are one thing, but Reed Richards... I don't like much, and those movies are cringe worthy. This issue is special though."

"Oh?" Jack quirks up an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

Jon gets an excited look on his face. "Because, this is one of the few times we meet the One-Above-All. As the Creator you don't hear about him much and the focus is more on Earth and it's protectors. I figured there must be more to him, so I wanted to ask Mr. Lee about him while also asking him to sign the page where the FF meets him. I know this incarnation of the character is more an homage to Jack Kirby, but it still seems appropriate, you know?" 

Jack frowns a bit. "What more to the character do you need? He's omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent. Kind of hard to really put a finger on that sort of being don't you think? Even worse to try and have a story surrounding him, or her."

"Well, uh, it's just there isn't a character in the Marvel Universe that doesn't have a story and I wish I could experience his. Heck, a being like that inside the Marvel Universe? I wish I could BE the One-Above-All." Jon looks back at the line, "Ah, sorry, Jack, I need to go, it's my turn!"

As Jon scampers off giddily, Jack laughs at his young friend's antics. "Indeed, it just might be." 

At this his eyes seem to glow for a split second before being replaced by his normal look. After a few minutes, he walks toward Jon, who's standing in front of Jack's best friend and colleague. 

Jack places his gloved hand on Jon's shoulder as he gets his comic back from Stan, and before he can ask his question says, "Stan, this one."

Jon looks at his new costumed friend curiously. 'Does Jack know Mr. Lee?'

Stan Lee looks up surprised. He takes his trademark aviator sunglasses off and points them at Jon. "You sure Jack?" Jack nods. Stan shrugs, "Alright, but you have to explain it to him." Stan Lee takes out a pencil from his pocket, a worn out, dirty, chewed up pencil. He then reaches under the table and brings up a blank sheet of paper. As he places it on the table, the whole convention center seems to quiet as if someone is turning the volume dial down on a stereo. Once the paper hits the table, it's eerily silent. Jon starts to panic a bit. 'Just what is going on!?' The only thing Jon can hear is his, Jack's, and Mr. Lee's breathing. As the elderly celebrity drops his old pencil down onto the page, a word escapes his lips. 

"Excelsior"

Jon's consciousness fades to black as his body turns into motes of light until it disappears entirely.

"Thanks Stan, as always." Jack Kirby says as he walks away and fades into nothingness.

"See you in a few years, Jack." Says Stan, and life returns to the convention hall.

Discontinued. 

Sorry, I know I’m a hypocrite. Honestly, I don’t think I can write a character who’s OP. I’m not done writing, and it has been a valuable learning experience, which is what the fic was for in the first place. I’m sorry for the people who enjoyed it. I may come back to it in the future but I’ll have to see. 

Currently I’m writing short stories on my PC with different character ideas, trying to find a character that’s fun to write, able to grow, and still grabs interest. 

The problem with this MC is that as soon as he realizes that his powers are based purely on his own will and imagination, there’s no more challenge, no real growth. Or at least, I’m not good enough of a writer to keep it interesting after that happens. 

I think my next work will be on Archiveofourown, probably under a different handle.

Once again, thank you for your interest and for enjoying it while it lasted. I’m surprised it got within the top 50 fics on this thing at one point. 

You know what’s not fair? I was in such a slump for so long with this. Yet, I start getting ideas again as I’m writing to tell you that it’s definitely over. I’m making notes of my ideas, but I’m going to have to shelve it anyway for now. I’m just not good enough for this kind of story at the moment.

So I have had the worst day ever. I finally started to get along with my family, and someone shoots me in the back. I am immediately rushed to the hospital to get surgery, but by the time I get there, I had given up on my life. I just sit there lying on the gurney waiting for the bullet fragments to make their way to my heart. I am busy thinking about movies. I start to laugh at the fact that I am dying and all I can think about is the next Marvel movie to come out. As I am laughing I start to convulse as my heart is finally punctured by the bullet fragments. I am conscious for 5 excruciating minutes. During these minutes I think about my life, and who I wish I had helped. " I swear if I can survive this, I will live and help people. I will be there for those I care about. I will help those who can not help themselves. I WILL be someone who matters to them. I will not be someone who stands by. " I lose consciousness after I say these words to myself. When I wake up, I can see that I was surrounded by the people I care most about. I am filled with happiness to see them. I don't know what happened to them but they are crying. I get up to help them up and they just look at me and then I say let's go. We go home and I get to work. I live for 30 years after that day. I cure diseases, Help people who need it. I built homeless shelters. I end up with a large, loving family. We lived in a private mansion in upstate New York. I decide to buy the rights to both marvel and dc. In the end, I ended up with an amazing life and family. I became the head writer and publisher for both comics. I created new characters and flushed  out some old, yet good ones. I made a final event, kind of like crisis on infinite earths, but I called it crisis in infinite multiverses where the perspective speedsters had to vibrate at the exact same frequencies at the same time. As they did that both multiverses collided and changed the histories, so that all hero and villain backstories from both universes were represented. The universes merged. They made a lot of movies about what I did in the companies. I merged them and renamed the company The Marvelous Detective comics. There were a few differences. New York City was split in 2 and manhattan was renamed Gotham City and the rest of the city was called Metropolis. In this new world, they started from the beginning. The avengers never was formed. Shield didn't exist, and neither did Hydra. The storyline did start with tony getting kidnapped. I added a new character based off of my own younger self. I wrote my family into the continuity. I made it so that we were in almost every major event that has ever happened. I gave my character the first system in any comic ever. I called it the marvelous detective. Since I basically owned all entertainment at that time, which made my comics so much more popular. It helped comic book store owners out a lot. With the comic book stores more popular, more people got interested in the sciences. The influx of people into the sciences, many breakthroughs happened. Even geology was popular! All this happened in a matter of years! 15 to be exact. Then I happened to get sick like the day I was shot. There was a meteor shower that day. As my family and I went outside, I clapped twice. All power in a 100 mile radius was turned off. Thank god we don't live near any hospitals. We laid down on the blanket I set up and the meteor shower started. The meteors seemed to be larger than normal. One exploded over our shed. I started to pull my wife inside, and she pulled along the children. I pulled them into the underground safehouse that I had built so my parents could live with us and not annoy us with their personalities. They were initially surprised that we were there. I told them about the exploding meteors,and they immediately opened up the control panel. In the end they sat with the children until I made sure that it was safe for us to leave. My father kept pushing buttons until he found my hidden button. As we sat there I asked what he was doing, and he pushed the button. I ran to my children and grabbed them while my parents glared. I told them that he hit the teleport button. It did work, but with a price. It drained life forces, and  what survived got increased bodies.I explained that it was a prototype and it's issues.The issues are usually deadly.In lieu of the death, it causes mutations, portals, black holes, dismemberment, and suicidal thoughts. As I am tinkering a small black dot starts to form on top of the machine. I make my way to the dot and I hear a voice on the other side. I make my way to the dot and grab it. It immediately began to expand to encompass the whole house. I then heard the same voice say "Welcome to the Serve Your Self Theoretical Energy Manipulation powers. Your S.Y.S.T.E.M.

I have been awed by the mystery and the powers of the elements since I was a kid. I think I ought to give credit to all the anime cartoons that was available in our time, especially when it dominated the Philippine Primetime shows in the 90's. I also caught the Funny Komiks fever which is actually quite an integral part of my childhood as I've learned to read and associate the words just by looking at the pictures – all by myself and with my twin brother, KC. This culture pushed me to draw pictures and cartoon characters that led for me to be creative, ultimately finding out that I can make and invent stories of my own. 

As my skill advanced from the traditional stick figures, I needed a challenge and by the age of eight, I have started to make my own stories loosely based on the arena-type battles such as Dragonball Z, Pokemon, and Flame of Recca. We don't have much money then so we have to improvise to hone our craft. After the end of our school year, my twin brother and I used to pull the spring from my notebook and compile all the empty leaves to stitch 'em up together to form a thick notebook to make my cartoon stories – my very own comic book. We have made tons of it, usually strips of stories that ranged from ten to twenty pages at most, but by the end of my first year in highschool I finished a full length comic book story called "Pyrobot" – a robot created to protect the Earth similar to Combatron and Megaman. But this didn't make me happy though. The plot of the story is quite juvenile then, so I plotted a story – a serious one that touches topics of mystery and gives tales of adventures made by an entirely different civilization. That's when I conceptualized "The Omegatribe", which is the book's original title eleven years ago. I tried to plan it to fruition but then school made me extremely busy, it forced me to just put a pin on that project. 

Graduation came fast which made me happy for a bit thinking I could start the project in hiatus but lo and behold, college revealed to be my enemy too. I tried drawing slides and planned to color it in the computer by scanning it and rendering it on Photoshop but all was in vain as this takes too long a time to continue. This project is going down the drain and I could feel the urge of giving up but luckily, God has given me a window. He led me to our college publication, The Business Access Magazine, and this gave me the necessary foundation to make me adept in putting my thoughts into words. After gaining my bachelor's degree in Management at the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila, I finally vowed to finish the story I started on 2003 and turn this comic book into a novel instead. On January 2009, I started to write it all up. It's quite hard at first as I have been writing it while taking another degree in accountancy at the University of the East. Also, the challenge is the research and plotting the story to make it complete. This ate time that it took three years for me to finish it and another year and a half to revisit the story: to create a time table, assign the time frame, and identify the lunar faces on each chapter. I have finished writing it on the same time I passed the board last year on May 2013. I have to thank God for this miracle as I couldn't have done it without his blessing, guidance, and inspiration. It's quite a challenging adventure, one that I am really thankful to experience.

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

West Village, New York.
Murdoch Residence.

Two weeks after his woke up from the coma, James finally stay in this residence after his discharged from the hospital. Actually, he want to be discharged earlier but his family insisted that he has to be monitored until it was 200 % sure there's nothing wrong with him. Because of this he once again felt blessed by how he loved by his family, almost to the point of crying.

And now here he is, in one of the so many properties his family own. 
His father, Rupert Murdoch actually rarely stayed in the United States. As a media mogul and as a major shareholder of News Corporation he is still more focus in Australia and UK market, even though he already officially became a U.S citizen last year. As for his mother Anna Maria Murdoch was a former reporter for one of his father's subsidiary newspaper and then they got married in 1967. By their marriage born Elizabeth, Lachland, and James himself. Elizabeth was born in 1968, she will be 17 this year and going to college next year. His older brother, Lachland was born in 1971 and just one year older than him, he is still in high school right now. As for the not mention half-sister, Prudence Murdoch, he really not know much about her. He only knew she stayed in London and already work in Daily Mirror newspaper for so long. Ever since his childhood he rarely saw or communicated with this sister of him. He didn't know if it was because of him or because of her but there's something like instinctual alienation feeling if he thought about her. James also remember he didn't see his half-sister face when he was bed-sick in hospital until this day. 

" Sigh, what a complicated family. " James thought.

James tried hard to recall what he knew about other family matters from his alternate life memories but he can't remember any crucial information that will affect the overall condition of his family except one, he knows his parents will divorce in 1999. If there'll be no butterfly effect happen, this will affect Elizabeth the most but he by no means will try to interfere in his parents business because he knew how complicated life as an adult was, and he thought it is for the best if they can solve the problem by themselves no matter what the results.

" Well, my father will always be my father and my mother will always be my mother, nothing can change that no matter what happen. I just focus on what I can do so that they both can be proud to have a son named James Rupert Jacob Murdoch. " This thought made James more determined to achieve his ultimate dream. 

Although The Murdoch family already have business in America such as New York Post and the behemoth 20th Century Fox film studio but because of Rupert Murdoch's focus and obsession this time concentrated in the expansion of his TV Network and in addition in the U.S side this time there are still strict regulations on national TV Network which forbid mergers with other media, Rupert Murdoch has no choice but to  focus more in Australia and U.K market and temporary neglect the development of his business here. Thinking about his father, James can't help but sighed.

" hah, If only my old man can realize how extreme the potential of movie industry will be, he maybe try to have more focus here. Well, it's fine anyway.  There is still me and my other memories to cope and "eat" everything here and it should be fun to see his expression on later days after he missed this big gold mine. He probably would resented me to death... hahaha " Imagine the will red-face funny moment of his father, James can't help but laugh.

" Now then, what should I do to achieve my ultimate american dream? should I follow Eric Williams' perverted way? or should I try Simon Westeros' ruthless method? " James couldn't help but recall those two characters from the two light novels about hollywood he once read in his leisure time in his alternate life. How those two protagonist try to achieve their dreams one by one, step by step until they became the absolute Rulemaker. James remembered everything in those stories and how he fancy their luck. And the luck finally come upon himself. Now, it's his turn. 

" How can I miss this opportunity? If I can only be a mediocre one in this life, might as well go suicide and don't ask to be reborn again. "

" In this world I can only be the best, the absolute or at least near-absolute, if I claim to be the second best, no one should even dare to be the number one. "

" But Luckily I have a better start than those two. At least I'm a "noveau-riche" upstart. I can nurture my solid foundation in this world faster and then become A Ruler of my own game. Alright then, first is The Target, I better start to write my plan now before I forget it " and then James started to write his first feasible target.

" Hmmm... let's see... 1986, huh... if I'm not wrong, Marvel Comics Group should be sold by Candence industries to the New World Entertainment by November of this year... Now it's late july, the deal is in November 1986, I still have around at least one month to enter the bidding war and then I need to enter the bid as soon as possible so that I can win this precious asset. The problem now is MONEY. I need at least 2 million USD to enter the bid to win this gold mine and maximum 10 million USD for the worst but I believe I can win this asset for only maximum 4 or 5 million USD but just in case there's another unexpected situation. In the 80's 4 million USD maybe equal to 85 million USD in the 2000's if I based it on the inflation. 85 million USD for something that people think has no value beside its comic books and toys is already considered very generous. Even DC Comics Group once in 1983 was offered by Steve Ross, CEO of Warner Bros. to Marvel Comics Group to be acquired by my Marvel but got rejected. Marvel's reason DC comic lack of characters imagination value if compare to Marvel's characters. Then there goes down the most shocking revelation in later years. That's why I highly doubted there'll will be someone who can realize this Marvel Comics group potential. Even The New World Entertainment Studio was sold to Ron Perelman The Wall Street sniper for only just about 82.5 Million USD in 1989 and that even including this Marvel Comics Group. How cheap was that for something that has billions of dollars potential years later. This can proof how short-sighted people can be. So I am confident I can win this asset with just 4 million USD. So, the next task is how to convince my old man to lend me that amount of money. He will almost likely beat me to death if suddenly I asked for 4 million USD not to mention 10 million USD. And even if my old man somehow agree, my age limit will prohibit me to participate in bid for this "gold mine". Maybe, I better start asking if there's any possibility I can find a way to bypass this obstacle. Sigh, I really need an advisor right now. " Like that James Murdoch decide to try to convince his father and also try ask him maybe can help him so that James can open and own a company in his own name. After that James circle the Marvel Comics Group's sign with his pencil. First Target confirmed. 

MARVEL COMICS GROUP. 


" Ok, since the first target has already been confirmed now I have to make The First Step to enter the Hollywood. " 

James aware that before the information Era in the late 90's and 2000's, people either from U.S or other countries will always synonimized American dream with Hollywood. American Dream is Hollywood, and vice versa. How to enter Hollywood is no problem for James, the problem is.

" Damn. Too many choices. I can't even decide which one. As director myself in my alternate life, I can pick one from all movies I remember that have high probabilities to achieve a great box office. But if I have a too great achievement in this early stage, others will become aware of me and try follow up and put obstacles in my way. In addition I'm one of the murdochs. Nobody are willing to see another giant to be media mogul born from the murdochs. People will always be in vigilance because of me. So, I have to make a hit box office movie and at the same time create camouflage image for now. What movie should it be? hmmm... "

James tried so hard to think about it and finally his thought crossed to that certain movie.
That movie is really have simple story.

 " Yup the simple the better. "

That movie is about the story of a naughty kid.

" In many people eyes I'm just a kid. I'm 13 years Old. So people won't be suspicious if I make movie about a naughty kid myself. Only a kid can understand another kid... Hahaha, this is perfectly tailored for me. "

That movie doesn't need high-level technique in shooting.

" Yeah, It would acceptable even if an amateur shoot it. "

James thought that movie is really nothing special but the idea behind it is really innovative and marvelous. James can't help but muttered.

" Who on Earth can thought such a story, only John Hughes can. So, Mr. Hughes, I can really say thank you and I'm sorry for robbing you from your future work, but I will compensate you in another way later. "

Just like that James finally decide to enter Hollywood with his first original-piracy work : HOME ALONE.

" OK, time to write the script. "

American dream, the first thought must be Hollywood. 

" Oh My God, I'm actually here. Princess Drew, Queen Kathryn, wait for me. " 

This novel is about ultimate American Dream : Hollywood & Hollywood. This novel was written because nobody was willing to translate my favorite Qidian novel "I'm in Hollywood" & "Hollywood Hunter". So, Don't read this novel because this is a complete copy of those novel above. A complete plagiarism.

Just two months had passed since me and my mom signed the deal, and now the release date of my first book was about to happen.

At the end I decided that 'The princess collection volumen one' will be formed by: 'Sleeping beauty', 'Cinderella', 'Aladdin', 'The princess and the frog' and 'Beauty and the beast'.

What leaves: 'Mulan', 'The little mermaid', 'Moana', 'Rapunzel' and 'Frozen' for the second volume. Which release date will depend on how well does the first one. 

Those were all the 'Disney' princesses I could somehow remember, which made easier the decision to not doing more in the future. For the other two books, I planned to use 'DreamWorks' or 'Illumination' movies as a reference. What was clear, is that those books will not be compilations, I needed to start practicing writing longer books. And that's what I am doing lately, besides working on my comic with Hanna of course. 

"Girls I have a surprise for you" I said to the girls when we were on recess. 

"Thank you Sam!" the twins said when I gave them copies of my book. Each one gave me a tight hug and a quick kiss on the forehead. 

"Thank you!" Claire smiled cutely at me, and gave me a hug. Her hazel eyes are captivating, which always made me look at her for a slightly longer period of time. 

For someone as antisocial as me, I should count myself lucky to have three friends already. Although I couldn't really take any merit in my friendship with Claire, the twins were just too nice with everyone, so this kind of conclusion was an understanding. 

"The book will be on sale in about a week, so you better like it because I can't change anything now" I joked. 

"That's impossible" Emma replied quickly with a face that showed her conviction. 

"Ummmm. It'll depend if the stories are as good as the ones we have read before" Ellie smiled slyly at me. I think that her sense of humor has evolved thanks to me. I don't know if that's a good thing though. 

"That's why Emma is my favorite twin" I winked at Ellie, who pouted at me while I gave the clueless Emma a hug. 

"Me too" Said Claire, who played along and joined us. Ellie's face was hilarious, she looked at Claire as if she had committed the ultimate betrayal. 

"... Ok, I surrender. I will love it" Ellie finally said, and hugged us all while we all laughed. 

"Sammy, stop flirting with your girlfriends" It was my sister voice who interrupted us. The twins and Claire flinched at my sister words, and a blush appeared on their faces while they moved back a couple of steps. 

"Hehe, you are cute" My sister simply said to them before giving me a hug of her own. 

"Sis, how are you? Did something happen?" I asked in curiosity. I wanted to know why was she here, considering that we don't share the recess periods with the kids on her grade. 

"I'm fine... Sam, I came here to give you some good news, and also to ask for permission" She started with a tone showing a mix of emotions. 

It seemed that she was happy and guilty at the same time. I just looked at her eyes prompting her to continue, and that she did "... Do you remember my best friend?" She asked. 

I do. It's really hard to forget the only ginger on school, and one that adorable too. Besides, Hannah has already introduced us before. 

"Kate. Of course I remember her. You have even told me that today you'll be going to her house to a pijama party" 

"That's true... Well the thing is, her uncle works at this network that focus on making cartoons. And thanks to Kate, he got to know about our comic" She smiled widely. 

"'Power puff girls' will be on tv!" The twins and Claire said excitedly. They were even happier than me. 

That was great news. I would have preferred to somehow make the cartoon myself, so I could've own it. But I know that it was impossible for now.

"Yep. And he's currently at Kate's house, so I wanted to talk to him about it today... Unless you want to be there too?" 

So she's worried about that. It was cute from her, but like the minor she is my sister can't sign any deal, so there is no danger with her being alone.

"Oh, don't worry big sis. I know that you'll be fine on your own. I trust you" I encouraged her. 

"Sammy!" She simply said, before lifting me up and spinning around a couple of times. 

"Yeah Hannah, you'll do great" My friends said encouragingly. 

"Thanks girls" My sister said happily, "You are all so great. I would be happy with any of you being Sam' s girlfriend" she added playfully after a while. 

At that my friends just flushed and lowered their heads shyly. Which I just couldn't ignore. 

"But Hannah, the three of them are my girlfriends already" I said with innocence. 

It seems that I went too far, because the three of them just ran away before I could continue with my act. 

"You're cruel little brother" Hannah said with a smirk on her face when we realized that they wouldn't come back. 

"Hehe, I learned from the best" I replied with a little smile. 

Then we discussed about her 'meeting'. Basically I just told her to not worry that much for the money, and to just offer the TV rights for a limited amount of time. Maybe that would make Kate's uncle reconsider his idea to make the show to begin with, but for starters it was a good baseline. 

When the recess was over I said my goodbyes to Hannah, whom I'll not see until tomorrow. Then I reunited with my friends who acted like nothing happened, and because I didn't want to make things awkward I didn't say anything. 

In class, like I've doing lately, I focused in creating my 'own' comic universe. I wanted to have a continuous story line, with a lot of characters. And the timeline was what's making me work so hard on it. 

Until now, the characters I had that I wanted to do, and that were coherent with the world I planned, were: 'Batman', 'Spiderman', 'Powergirl', 'Hulk', 'Static', 'Black panther', 'Scarlett witch', 'Wonder woman', 'Aquaman', 'Guardians of the galaxy', 'Doctor strange', and mutants (in a certain degree). 

Dedicating myself to organize the comic world, my day passed quickly with no major incident. There was a math test, but it's not even worth mentioning. And like it was already planned, my father picked me up at the school gates. 

"How was your day?" I asked my father. I knew that he has been working on a game for this 'new' hand-held console, for about four months now. 

"Not that well to be honest. But that's to be expected considering that this is the first time we are doing a game for this new console" He said with his usual energetic nature. 

"Well, if you have any problem with the game, just remember that my offer is still in place" I joked. 

I wanted to make a certain game, especially for this time an age. But I wouldn't just hande it like that, I wanted to own it myself. 

"About that. In the past I may have talked about your proposal to my boss, and now with how I been talking about you, and the news of your book being a week away only... Let's say that it wouldn't be an impossibility in a couple of years" He said casually. 

"Are you saying that I'll be able to make my own game under the company you work for, and still conserve the rights to it?" I asked. I wanted to be excited, but it was just too good to be true. 

"Like I've said to you before. If you are willing to share the ownership of any game you do, I would be able to help you with getting published... But yes. The times are changing, and it wouldn't be impossible for it to be real. Especially if the games we'll develope are not well received.

Although there's things you need to learn first. I have teached you the basics, but there's much more to learn before you can even think on making your own game" He finished jokingly. He's aware of how good I really am, it wasn't just arrogance. 

In my past life I made a living making games, so letting my family know of my 'talent' in that regard, was one of my first priorities when I realized that this was not the world I once knew. Which turned out to be an easy job with my dad's profession. 

"Of course dad. You can teach me whenever you want" I simply said with a confident smile. I didn't even refer to the ownership topic, there was no way I would change my mind about it.

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

Kelei stared at the computer screen, practically swooning as she studied the new art. Ever since it's release, she had proudly wielded the title of 'Number One Fan'. Sure, she hadn't officially 'discovered' the web comic, but she was the strongest backer on the PatronPower, she followed the newsletter, and shared links on every internet board she could locate. Who would deny she was the most invested in Twisted Tales' success?

At first she just loved the comic, with its dazzling reinterpretations of her favorite fairy tale characters. (And Hook, wow, what a hunk!) But the last year made her devotion more serious. The rapid updates, increased demand, and complex storyline drew her in, then the breathtaking characters caged her. 

It was more than just a passing fling!

As the fan base grew, Kelei knew she needed to maintain her strong position. She commissioned fan art with some of the characters, which were hanging above her computer. She even wrote fan fiction retelling her favorite scenes. Some day, she wanted to share them with the creator, Evan Nicholas. 

Hopefully, that day would come soon.

Kelei looked at her calendar, counting down the days to FanQuest. She had her flight booked, hotel and convention passes purchased. She was disappointed the artist didn't have a merchandise table, but was hopefully she could get an autograph after his panel. 

If Evan Nicholas knew what she went through to see him, surely he could give her a moment of his time? Who knows? Maybe he would want her to stick around? A girl could dream, right?

After rereading the comic for probably the hundredth time, Kelei pushed back from her computer and turned to look around her room. She had a studio apartment in one of the wealthier sections of the city, and it was immaculately kept. Large bed, fabulous closet, plenty of bookshelves for her favorite mangas and figurines. It was a little nerdy but, mature, suiting her age.

When she was younger, Kelei obsessed with magic girls. In her high school years, she buried her nose in steamy romance. Now she had refined taste for one comic in particular. It was a fairy tale, but one befitting her young adult status.

After graduating high school, Kelei suckered her parents into the current carefree life. No job, no college, just a computer, her dreams, and several credit cards to burn on her favorite web comic. She had several older brothers to carry on the family name and business, which left her, the darling daughter, to enjoy the little things in life. Oh, they occasionally tried to talk her into college, or looking toward a career, but they never fought her much. Her mother in particular encouraged her to travel and enjoy the world while she could. She went to Japan, Ireland, New York, Hawaii, and now she was finally going to FanQuest to meet her favorite artist ever!

Kelei looked down at her manicured nails, humming thoughtfully to herself. When she was younger, people assumed being pretty and wealthy obviously made her dumb. After all, that seemed fair. Why would the world give one person so many positive traits? Yet she always surprises them with her forceful intelligence. She was able to organize school committees, plan events, and now she wanted to use her skills toward something she cherished. Maybe she could get a business degree or a secretaries position, but she wanted more. She was patient, like a tigress pursuing things that mattered. It was time to make a move that could change her future.

Evan Nicholas, she was ready for you!

Rylee was a college student with her dreams spread out before her. She was engaged to her best friend, pursuing her passion for art, and couldn’t wait for the future. But everything came crashing down when he departed, leaving her heart and her wallet empty. 

Despite the pain of betrayal, she tried not to loose hope. Putting her plans on hold, she was forced to focus on a 9-5 work cycle, secretly wondering about the ambitions she shelved in the process. The occasional artist alley table was not enough to fulfill her longing to do what she loved, and importantly, to find REAL love.

Everything changes as she grows closer to an online friend. Late night role playing adventures turn into long conversations, and his encouragement spurs her to return to forgotten projects. Meanwhile, she meets a famous artist, who makes her want to give love another chance.

Could it be, this love story, would be hers this time?

Authors notes: Bi-weekly updates, original story, thank you for reading!

　　Samuel, who was full, staggered and walked on the way to Parker's house. As for eating the King's meal, he could not do anything about it. It was impossible to take the money to come to the door. For his minor status, he only collected money and don't want to give away one.

　　"It is estimated that only that fool himself does not know, his exposed"

　　Kickass who was peeing was caught by him from the lawn, Dave Lizewski, even when he was wearing the balaclava, the tone and movement of the speech remained unchanged.

　　He thought he had hidden his identity, but it was Samuel who didn't want to dismantle it.

　　"How come there is no task yet"

　　Looking at the Windows interface, nothing happened, it made him think of just clicking the shuttle button and see which world it will send me.

　　"Get out!"

　　When he was about to reach Parker's house, a loud curse followed, followed by a girl who came out carrying a garbage bag.

　　"Wow!" The door smashed.

　　"What's so great! Rotten drunkard"

　　Mary Jane was wronged and wanted to sob, but suddenly found a frozen figure standing in front of her.

　　"Classmate Samuel ..."

　　"Early, Mary Jane"

　　Samuel greeted awkwardly.

　　"it's getting dark!"

　　Pretty girls don't talk much, Gwen does, and Mary Jane does.

　　The two looked at each other awkwardly.

　　Although Mary Jane looks pretty long, but Samuel belongs to people who likes, that of the Scarlet Witch! The Black Widow is also okay, and Kamora for some unique tasting. The first two are long-legged and big-chested, and the latter one has a the unique taste that was hard to explain.

　　Soon he found an object to ease the embarrassment, Parker peeking through the wooden board: "Peter, I'm here to taste some food !"

　　The named Peter shuddered, reluctantly stood up from behind the broken wooden board, embarrassedly greeted Mary Jane, and dragged Samuel to escape and returned home.

　　"What did you do to me, when Mary Jane saw me peeking at her, she would be embarrassed to die!"

　　"It's better than my embarrassment"

　　Samuel's answer was very heartless. In the old version of Spider-Man, the most impressive thing in Samuel's memory was the scene of "Kissing the Mary Jane upside down in the rainy alley", but for Mary Jane, he really did not like it.

　　A superficial woman who flows on the surface but if free food was delivered by themselves, it's not bad to have a free taste.

　　This is not evaluation, but the comic Peter's evaluation.

　　Entering Parker's house, Ben Parker was reading a newspaper while wearing reading glasses. Aunt May was busy in the kitchen for a while.

　　"Hi, are you Samuel?"

　　"Hello, Uncle Ben, I am Samuel"

　　"Uncle Ben?" Ben Parker froze, then laughed, obviously he liked the title.

　　"Is already Samuel here? I'm sorry, just wait I'm making a pie, I believe you will like it!" May Parker's voice was in the kitchen.

　　"Of course I will like it! Thanks"

　　Although Peter Parker's uncle did n't expect him to take his classmates on their home for the first time, he still showed a warm welcome to Samuel.

　　This is what Ben Parker said personally.

　　Dinner was filled with some fantasy colors in front of Samuel's powerful stomach.

　　Putting the last bite in his mouth, Samuel looked at Uncle Ben strangely: "I thought Uncle Ben, you would say that the famous saying, with great power, comes with great responsibility"

　　"I wouldn't say that"

　　Uncle Ben shook his head. Instead, he wanted to persuade Samuel to go to the hospital to find out if he had a pest in his stomach. He was so thin with such a large meal.

　　"Samuel, stay here tonight, it is not safe for you to go home by yourself"

　　"Ok!"

　　It 's not bad to have free dinner, it 's also good to have a free breakfast too, and he is also afraid that the police will find him at his house.

　　The next day, Peter roamed wildly in the sea of ​​books, and Samuel waved goodbye.

　　It happened to see Mary Jane got into a car.

　　The driver called Thompson, Eugene "Flash" Thompson flash is his nickname.

　　When he sees Samuel, the arrogant guy sneered at Samuel for a while, but he was lucky to leave with his girlfriend when Samuel was about to go out.

　　...

　　After the weekend, going to school can only be a supplement to Samuel, supplementing his negligible spirit in playing ps3 at night.

　　"Superman, your suit has arrived, see you in the old place!"

　　After school, Samuel, with his schoolbag on his back, watched Dave hide in the corner and made a phone call to himself, and then passed by as if nothing had happened.

　　This tangible pretense is so enviable.

　　Sure enough, when he came to the small garden, the Kickass in a green perverted tights squatted beside the big box, and waiting for his arrival.

　　"You finally came!"

　　Seeing Samuel coming, Kickass picked up the box and pulled Samuel into the public toilet.

　　Open the box with the custom-made suit.

　　The red close tight-fitting suit is almost the same as Kickass except for the different color.

　　"How is it?" Kickass looked forward to seeing Samuel.

　　Samuel rubbed his chin and observed for a long time before saying, "To be honest, this suit is a bit frustrating."

　　"Frustrating?"

　　Kickass couldn't bear Samuel's strong subjective consciousness. It was very handsome, especially green!

　　"But you can eat the King's meal for free, I'll bear with it" Samuel's expression was that of a person that want to just bear the current problem.

　　"Student Samuel, why did you forget that superheroes cannot do evil things!"

　　Kickass feels that he still has a long way to go to correct Samuel the one with superpowers.


 
Heroes who are "super-digestion" cannot go astray.
　　"Well, it fits well"

　　"You didn't even listen to me!"

　　Kickass just scratched his cheeks.

　　"what happened?"

　　Samuel put on a hood. In the mirror, there was a green tights with a few yellow lines, and the other was Samuel wearing a red tights with a few yellow lines.

　　In his view, Kickass's taste is too bad.

　　"Superman! Are you really not going to change the title?"

　　Samuel gave a strange glance to Kickass: "No one is registered for this title, why can't I have it?"

　　"Superman is Clark Kent, and the world knows it"

　　" is it? How about Batman?"

　　"That's Bruce Wayne ..."

　　"What about the Flash?"

　　"Now is not the time to play a guessing game, and I also watch DC comics, don't fool me with comic characters!"

　　"Then call it Big brother"

　　"..."

　　Feeling the strong resentment of Kickass, Samuel had to nod: "Okay, okay, you said I 'll listen."

　　"Red Mist"

　　"This is obvious plagiarism"

　　Kickass's opponent is the Red Mist, a fool in BDSM outfit after the blackening, even if the other party has not yet appeared, he does not want the title of a fool.

　　"Let's call it Red Son temporarily"

　　Samuel suddenly spoke, interrupting Kickass who was about to refute.

　　The eyes of Kickass began to shine.

　　"The Red Sun, like the rising sun at the seaside, with faint sunlight, also means that as soon as the red sun appears, all darkness before dawn will be swept away, and the heroes who feel comfortable without the glare, A symbol of hope! This title is amazing! "

　　Looking at Kickass, who was in a state of inexplicable excitement, Samuel wanted to tell him that it was should be "Son" and not "Sun" but whatever.

　　"Forget it, it's good not to explain"

　　He didn't think so far, at least he didn't care how Kickass thinks "Red Son" or "Red Sun" whatever.

　　"So today, Kickass and Red Sun's superhero action team are established. Let's be heroes tonight, Red Sun!"

　　"Okay, Kickass!"

　　Being a superhero is sure to be exciting!


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I'm Boy_Rewrite and I like to rewrite other people's novels especially if I don't like how those protagonist acts themselves.

Now this is the original title and author of the novel but it was an unfinished novel with 600 chaps, but the original author novel and mine will be different not only I will remove some scenes but also add some on my own and just use the template of the from the original novel of the Chinese author.

Title: 养成系超人
Author: 我又困了

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Disclaimer alert: Just like I said, I use the template of the original author and put a lot of changes into it and also add some R-18 scene.

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