this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
#IM

Sub to pewdiepie or be stuck with a corporation as the number one YouTube channel and haveing YouTube bieng dominated by corporation will ruin YouTube 

Also pewds has not changed much he stayed a decent guy even after his fame he continued to give 0 shits and worked to where he is 

Where evil t siries just threw money at YouTube to get here by hireing peaple to make a shit tun of low quality music videos

Hello guys , this is my sub series of my main series which mean in this sub series we are going to compare the marvel characters of movie and comic [ same characters comparison] and after this chapter my this series will hit 10000 views and become 2 most watch series ever written by me thank you guys for all your support so , today we are going to compare drax the destroyer so let's begin.

Comics - in comics drax is created by thanos father and brother because they both knoe that thanos is biggest threat to universe . In comics [ according to me ] drax family was not killed by thanos and drax main motive was to kill thanos . In comics drax even kill thanos 1 time in marvel anhillation comic [ available on YouTube] and in comics drax was same power level aa hulk [yaa in weakest form of hulk ] and he have very great fighting skills and he was one of the most powerful superhero. 

Marvel movies - this drax is even not 1% of comic drax , he don't know any fighting skills, very poor weapons [ even rocket have far better weapons than drax ] , thanos kills his family in his conquest and then he want to take revenge by killing thanos but he is failed in that [ he was not successful in killing thanos by his own hand ] he is according to me 2 weakest gurdian in power [ mantis tops this ] so , MCU drax is disappointment to every marvel fan because mcu wants to make gurdians of galaxy funny huh so , this is all guys . Bye next chapter of this sub series will be of iron man . 

Spanish - Hola chicos, esta es mi serie secundaria de mi serie principal, lo que significa que en esta serie secundaria vamos a comparar los personajes maravillosos de la película y el cómic [comparación de los mismos personajes] y después de este capítulo mi serie alcanzará las 10000 vistas y se convertirá en 2 más  Mire series escritas por mí, gracias a todos por su apoyo, así que hoy vamos a comparar Drax el destructor, así que comencemos.

 Comics: en comics drax es creado por thanos padre y hermano porque ambos saben que thanos es la mayor amenaza para el universo.  En los cómics [según yo] la familia drax no fue asesinada por thanos y el motivo principal de drax era matar a thanos.  En los cómics, Drax incluso mata a Thanos 1 vez en el cómic Marvel Anhillation [disponible en YouTube] y en los cómics, Drax tenía el mismo nivel de poder aa Hulk [yaa en la forma más débil de Hulk] y tenía grandes habilidades de combate y era uno de los más poderosos.  superhéroe

 Películas de Marvel: este drax ni siquiera es el 1% de drax cómico, no conoce ninguna habilidad de lucha, armas muy pobres [incluso los cohetes tienen armas mucho mejores que drax], thaos mata a su familia en su conquista y luego quiere tomar  venganza matando a thanos, pero falla en que [no tuvo éxito en matar a thanos por su propia mano], según mí, el gurdo más débil en el poder [mantis supera esto] así que MCU drax decepciona a todos los fanáticos de Marvel porque mcu  quiere hacer divertidos a los gurdianos de la galaxia eh, así que esto es todo chicos.  Adiós, el próximo capítulo de esta sub serie será de Iron Man.

Vietnamese - Xin chào các bạn, đây là loạt phụ của loạt chính của tôi, có nghĩa là trong loạt phụ này, chúng tôi sẽ so sánh các nhân vật kỳ diệu của phim và truyện tranh [so sánh các nhân vật] và sau chương này, loạt này của tôi sẽ đạt 10000 lượt xem và trở thành 2 lần nhất  loạt phim đã từng được tôi viết cảm ơn các bạn vì tất cả sự hỗ trợ của bạn vì vậy, hôm nay chúng tôi sẽ so sánh các tàu khu trục để chúng ta bắt đầu.

 Truyện tranh - trong truyện tranh Drax được tạo ra bởi cha và anh trai của thanos bởi vì cả hai đều biết rằng thanos là mối đe dọa lớn nhất đối với vũ trụ.  Trong truyện tranh [theo tôi] gia đình Drax không bị giết bởi thanos và động cơ chính của Drax là giết thanos.  Trong truyện tranh, Drax thậm chí giết chết 1 lần trong truyện tranh anhillation [có sẵn trên YouTube] và trong truyện tranh, Drax có cùng cấp độ sức mạnh aa hulk [yaa ở dạng hulk yếu nhất] và anh ta có kỹ năng chiến đấu rất tuyệt vời và anh ta là một trong những người mạnh nhất  siêu anh hùng.

 Phim Marvel - bộ phim này thậm chí không phải là 1% số lượng truyện tranh, anh ta không biết bất kỳ kỹ năng chiến đấu nào, vũ khí rất kém [thậm chí tên lửa còn có vũ khí tốt hơn nhiều so với Drainx], thanos giết chết gia đình anh ta trong cuộc chinh phục của anh ta và sau đó anh ta muốn lấy  trả thù bằng cách giết thanos nhưng anh ta đã thất bại ở chỗ [anh ta không thành công trong việc giết thanos bằng tay của mình] anh ta theo tôi là 2 gurdian yếu nhất trong quyền lực [mantis đứng đầu điều này] vì vậy, MCU Drainx gây thất vọng cho mọi người hâm mộ kỳ diệu bởi vì mcu  muốn làm cho những người bảo vệ thiên hà hài hước nhỉ, đây là tất cả mọi người.  Tạm biệt chương tiếp theo của loạt phim phụ này sẽ là của người sắt.

French - Bonjour les gars, ceci est ma sous-série de ma série principale qui signifie que dans cette sous-série nous allons comparer les personnages émerveillés du film et de la bande dessinée [comparaison des personnages mêmes] et après ce chapitre, cette série passera à 10000 fois et deviendra la plupart  Regardez les séries que j'ai écrites, merci pour votre soutien. Aujourd'hui, nous allons comparer Drax the Destroyer, alors commençons.

 Bandes dessinées - dans les bandes dessinées drax est créé par un père et un frère thanos parce qu'ils savent tous les deux que le thanos est la plus grande menace pour l'univers.  Dans les bandes dessinées [selon moi], la famille Drax n'a pas été tuée par des thanos et le mobile principal de Drax était de tuer thanos.  Dans les bandes dessinées, drax a même tué thanos une fois dans Marvel Anhillation Comic [disponible sur YouTube] et dans les bandes dessinées, Drax avait le même niveau de puissance, aa hulk [yaa (la forme la plus faible de hulk)].  super-héros.

 Marvel movies - ce drax n'est même pas 1% du comique drax, il ne connaît aucune habileté au combat, des armes très pauvres [même les roquettes ont des armes bien meilleures que drax], thanos tue sa famille lors de sa conquête et ensuite il veut prendre  vengeance en tuant thanos, mais il échoue car [il n'a pas réussi à tuer thanos de sa propre main], il est selon moi 2 gurdian le plus faible au pouvoir [mantis en tête], donc, MCU Drax est une déception pour tous les fans de merveilles parce que mcu  veut faire des gurdians de galaxie drôles hein alors, ce sont tous les gars.  Bye prochain chapitre de cette sous-série sera de l'homme de fer.

Portuguese- Olá pessoal, esta é a minha sub-série da minha série principal, o que significa que nesta sub-série vamos comparar os personagens maravilhosos do cinema e dos quadrinhos [comparação dos mesmos personagens] e, após este capítulo, a minha série alcançará 10000 visualizações e se tornará a mais 2  assistir séries já escritas por mim obrigado por todo o seu apoio, então, hoje vamos comparar drax the destroyer, então vamos começar.

 Quadrinhos - nos quadrinhos, drax é criado por thanos pai e irmão porque ambos sabem que thanos é a maior ameaça ao universo.  Nos quadrinhos [de acordo com mim], a família drax não foi morta por thanos e o principal motivo da drax foi matar thanos.  Nos quadrinhos drax, até mate thanos 1 vez nos quadrinhos Marvel Wonderhill [disponível no YouTube] e nos quadrinhos drax tinha o mesmo nível de poder aa hulk [yaa na forma mais fraca do hulk] e ele tem ótimas habilidades de luta e era um dos mais poderosos  Super heroi.

 Filmes da Marvel - esse drax nem sequer é 1% do drax cômico, ele não conhece nenhuma habilidade de luta, armas muito ruins [até foguetes têm armas muito melhores que o drax], thanos mata sua família em sua conquista e então ele quer levar  vingança matando thanos, mas ele não conseguiu nisso [ele não teve sucesso em matar thanos por sua própria mão] ele está de acordo comigo 2 gurdian mais fraco em poder [mantis supera isso] então, MCU drax é decepção para todo fã de maravilha porque mcu  quer fazer gurdianos da galáxia serem engraçados hein, isso é tudo, pessoal.  Adeus, o próximo capítulo desta sub-série será do homem de ferro.

In a world where all I do is work, sleep, eat, work, sleep,  and repeat there is no thing of true joy…. 
Well except for one thing … and that thing is...
"Porn", says a certain annoying little birdy 
" Gahhh, no it's comics and video games. "
"How many times do I have to tell you that, Benny. " 
< and where did you even come from?> 
" Excuse me, but  who's the one monologuing while walking down the street again . Oh yeah that's  right  you.. "  
"Hush it, don't you have more important things to talk about  ."
"Oh,... ok then.   By the way, what's in your secret compartment under your carpet. "
With a flushed face of only those who have been caught, and are deeply disturbed and afraid , I say ,     "I say, Benny how did you find that compartment . "  
"Oh?  }:> So it's a real  compartment . "
Upon noticing a flyer, and with a look that could immolate, "Heyyy Bennyy, ..... according to this, there's a fireworks display by the theatre, not to far from here. It would be a shame if someone got too close and lost an eye, or worse. "
Benny backing away slowly, "Hey bro, I was only joking come on I'm your favorite brother. "  "Your my only sibling benny and plus I would get lots of free food if something were too, … accidentally....   happen to you. " , I say in a hushed whisper in his face.   
"Hey I have a better idea," he says hastily , "why don't we instead go to Mr. Mavericks place. I'll even buy a comic…  just for you."  
With my happy face on, I grab my annoying little brother's  hand and proceed to lead the way to my favorite comic shop. While saying thanks to Benny, a thought comes to mind, "Hey, Benny you never did answer my question. How did you guess the right answer about me having a secret apartment??" 
"Oh yeah that's right,  well you see... " , but right as Benny is about to answer, I feel an immense weight on my head falling, I see darkness then feel nothing absolutely nothing. 

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At first there was nothing and then there was something I felt a pressure on my temples beckoning me to open my eyes. When I finally  opened my them  I found myself in a room of bright white with a chair in the center. As I walked toward flashes of color emanate from the chair
Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv.... <hello spirit , and welcome to purgatory sector c.  I don't know how to say this, but your dead . 
What did you say ?
Vvuuvvvvvvv. <I said your dead > 
What? 
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Moving to royal road as well.  In Isekai the main character is generally an OP reincarnate or world traveler, but what happens when they make their own world.

"Chief Editor, are you looking for me?" Takeshi Rena came to the office anxiously. She was recently recruited as an editor. Hence, she was not close to the Chief Editor.
Takeshi Rena's mind was cluttered with numerous assumptions and thoughts while she headed over to the Chief Editor's office. What should she do if the Chief Editor himself enforces "unspoken rules" on her? Should she scream for help or make a police report? Takeshi Rena had heard of people mentioning how perverts were prevalent in society. The trains were full of them, even companies too.
However, the Chief Editor was a well-mannered man in his forties. He also happened to have a family. There was no way he would do such a heinous act.
No, wait! What if he was planning to seek pleasure with the body of a young and attractive woman? Takeshi Rena was pretty confident of her own appearance.
The Chief Editor was clearly unaware that Takeshi Rena's mind was in a flurry of thoughts. He said softly, "You are currently not handling any authors, right? I have a comic artist. Her pen name is Qingqiu, she had a few overdue manuscripts. I would like you to press her to be faster with her manuscripts."
Phew!
Takeshi Rena let out a sigh of relief. She straightened her posture and said excitedly, "Consider it done."
Seeing Takeshi Rena's elated expression, the Chief Editor could not help but laugh, "Don't be too sure of yourself just yet. The comic artist is just temporarily assigned to you."
"That will not be a problem!" Even though Takeshi Rena was an editor, she had just started her job for no longer than three months. Furthermore, she was in her internship. Despite having the title of editor, she was actually a sub-editor. Her main task was to help with menial tasks assigned by other editors. Takeshi Rena would naturally be happy since she was given an important task.
"Here is the address, take it with you." The Chief Editor waved his hand, "Now, please head to the stated address."
After receiving the note from the table, Takeshi Rena responded and headed outside with delight.
Takeshi Rena started to open the note once she was outside the Chief Editor's office. She glanced through the notes and let out a gasp. Takeshi Rena was astounded, "Oh my, Weier Apartment?!"
Dubbed as Japan's Tomson Riviera, Weier Apartment was considered as the holy sanctuary of residential property to the Japanese. Takeshi Rena did not think that the Chief Editor had assigned her to obtain manuscripts from a comic artist who was staying at Weier Apartment... This seemed to be all a fantasy.
Would this be the story of a young person trying to live independently and work hard on his own? At the moment, he is struggling as a comic artist living on the street. When the time comes, will he return home to inherit millions worth of properties?
Takeshi Rena believed that she had met such a person!
Takeshi Rena's heart was thrilled. If she was to marry a man of high society, she would have a comfortable life in the future.
With this thought, she left the company eagerly.
In an instant, she took the train and headed straight to Weier Road.
Weier Apartment was on Weier Road. This street was specifically meant to provide services to the residents of the Weier Apartment. Facilities such as supermarkets, cafes, playgrounds, schools and et cetera could be found on the street of Weier Road. Therefore, Weier Road was lively every day. Since it was an area occupied by the rich and famous, it would attract all types of people to come and look for opportunities.
In spite of that, Takeshi Rena knew her job scope. She was here to pressure the artist to hand in his manuscript. On the way here, she had thought hard and long about her job scope. The Chief Editor had known that obtaining manuscripts from a comic artist living in this area would be challenging. The person stayed in Weier Road. Hence, he must be someone famous.
Takeshi Rena's thoughts overwhelmed her at this moment. In an instant, her face turned sorrowful as she has realized the reality that her main job was still handling menial tasks. Takeshi Rena would only be handling miscellaneous tasks while being here. She would not dare to use any brute force to ask the manuscripts from the comic artist.
Soon, Takeshi Rena arrived at the front gate of the Weier Apartment. Even though Weier Apartment was an apartment, the door at the south side was more like the entrance to the villa. The gates on the east, west, and north were the apartment area. Once she arrived on the east entrance, Takeshi Rena was stopped by the security guard.
Takeshi Rena showed her name card and identification card to the security guard. After that, she delivered the note with Kimura Kazuko's cell phone number to the security guard…
The name Kimura Kazuko seemed familiar to Takeshi Rena. She had heard of this name before somewhere. Takeshi Rena guessed that she must have heard the name from the news. Perhaps she had forgotten about it?
The security guard quickly gave Takeshi Rena a visitor card after making a call. She needed to return the visitor card to the guards at the security room when she leaves the premises.
Takeshi Rena arrived at Kimura Kazuko's unit shortly after that. No one had opened the door after Takeshi Rena rang the doorbell. She looked at the phone number on the notes and was hesitant. She did not dare to make a call... However, there was a long couch outside the door. Sitting on the sofa, Takeshi Rena was stunned and humbled.
When Kimura Kazuki arrived at Weier Apartment, he saw Takeshi Rena, who was sitting on the couch with a body posture resembling a dependent and weak chick... And when Kimura Kazuki saw her, her eyes widened... Because there was a shadow standing right behind her.
The shadow had a mask of a ghost face while wearing an ancient samurai uniform. It stood loyally beside Takeshi Rena.
A shikigami? Kimura Kazuki had come up with this assumption. However, she immediately denied it. Without thinking much, she quickly walked toward Takeshi Rena and asked softly, "You must be... Editor Takeshi?"
"Ah, yes, yes! I am!" Takeshi Rena was flustered. How could there be someone so beautiful, with a face resembling an elf? Once she heard Kimura Kazuki's voice, her entire body went weak. In an instant, she felt as if she had become a homosexual woman instead of a heterosexual one.
A change in sexuality could happen in just one moment.
Kimura Kazuki nodded lightly. She was already used to people looking at her with adoration all the time. "Come with me," she said while ignoring Takeshi Rena's behavior. Still, Kimura Kazuki glanced at the ghost-faced warrior beside Takeshi Rena. The eyes of the ghost-face warrior were glowing red, his sight fixed at Kimura Kazuki. Kimura Kazuki knew the obvious. Any reckless move inflicted on Takeshi Rena, and he would attack Kimura Kazuki.
Kimura Kazuki was extremely clear about what was happening. The shadow of the ghost-faced warrior did not have a mind of its own. Takeshi Rena seemed not to be afraid although Kimura Kazuki had just released the suppression of the reiki... Obviously, she did not know who had assigned the ghost-faced warrior to protect Takeshi Rena.
Both of Takashi Rena's eyes were staring straight at Kimura Kazuki. Although it was rude to do so, Takashi Rena could not restrain herself. Up till now, she was grateful for the Chief Editor. He gave her this opportunity to encounter a beautiful person. In terms of appearance, Kimura Kazuki would outshine any current actresses.
Once Takeshi Rena entered the room, her attention was slightly turned to the interior design of the room.
The room provided by the Ito family had an area of approximately 140 meters. It was considered as a medium-large type of apartment. Luxurious renovation, furniture, and electronic goods were all provided. Kimura Kazuki did not need to buy any of these herself.
As Takeshi Rena followed Kimura Kazuki in, she started to feel nervous. By looking at the interior design of the room, Takeshi Rena was reminded that she and Kimura Kazuki were people from different worlds.
"Please have a seat." Kimura Kazuki was not astounded at all. Although this was her first time here, Kimura Kazuki had seen plenty of luxurious villas during her past life. She felt that this type of luxury was standard for her. The difference was the luxurious villa had belonged to someone else in her past life. Now, she owned a unit at Weier Apartment. She let out a sigh. She had always dreamed of having her own home while she was staying at the residence of the Furuhashi sisters. Now, her dream had become a reality.
Takeshi Rena, who was sitting on the sofa beside Kimura Kazuki, admired the comfort of the couch. She was beginning to feel anxious after looking at Kimura Kazuki.
Asking for manuscripts... As if! Takeshi Rena was speechless with the luxurious apartment. Her eyes darted from side to side occasionally, and she would glance at Kimura Kazuki's face from time to time to admire her beauty.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

The play styles of the two players, who correctly recognized each other's skills, soon turned into a form suitable for taking down opponents.

 Fernando started the ball by giving up the front and opening the loophole.  Han Woo-jin's stroke, trying to take it straight and drag it to the front, was the opposite.  So, until one side took the lead, the game had to come and go.

 Paaang!

 Fernando never tires of it and hits the serve against Han Woo-jin's body or the outer court.  It was evidence that the power heater was pinpointing the tricky track.  Even reading the vulnerabilities of Hanwoojin, which I first met today, seemed to ignore the depth of experience.

 'That's too much to bother me.'

 Han Woo-jin's lips were skewed as the sub came to the place.  It wasn't a serve that couldn't be received, but it never gives up an angle that can be hit hard.  It's no surprise that I'm already picking up your game and getting upset.

 In addition, there was no proper treatment.  I don't know if I can perfectly predict where Fernando's serve will come, but the psychological warfare of the world's sixth-ranked veteran is not that easy.  However, even Hanwoojin, who has more experience than his peers, could not put the experience accumulated in Korea and the experience of the world stage on the same line.

 Paaang!

 The ball jumped over the net with a slight fall than usual.  If you hit the strength of Hanwoojin, even if it's awkward posture, its own speed comes out.  If you have a half-way reflexes will miss the ball in the blink of an eye.

 Unfortunately, the opponent was not a half-hearted figure.

 Paang!

 "Game Garcia!"

 A moment later, Fernando's racket bounced off the ball as if it were an uppercut.  It's a good drop volley.  It was a great skill to stab the opponent's huh.

 'I thought it was advantageous…  Rather, it could be bothersome.  Did you overstate your opponent's capabilities? '

 This is a game score of 3-4.  Both sides have come to play with their sub-games thoroughly defended.

 Han Woo-jin, who took his breath for a while, reflected his prejudice against Fernando's insatiable play.  What fool will you face yourself from the front as a power heater?  Moreover, the opponent was not stupid enough to win or lose because of his pride.

 -You will succeed in defending your own sub game again, Fernando!  I'm showing a stable play, wondering if there was another player who showed such perfect defense against Hanwoojin.

 -Doesn't it mean that the name of the world's sixth place is not easy?  I'm handing over Hanwoojin's stroke very smoothly.  If it goes like this, one set should consider not only a deuce but also a tie brake.

 The two commentators exchanged words with serious faces.  Even with their eyes, Hanwoojin's play has been conveyed as if the jaw was blocked.  It was Han Woo-jin's style to push powerful strokes endlessly, but he could not show his strength against Fernando.

 In this situation, Fernando was able to reduce the power of Hanwoo's stroke with an exquisite serve, but Fernando was the owner of a larger build than Hanwoojin.  It was not difficult to shed.

 And the problem was not only that.  Hanwoojin's physical strength, hitting with the best strength in a flimsy position, was inevitably larger than Fernando's smooth handing over of the ball.  If you do not take advantage of the physical disadvantages to take on the situation in many ways becomes more difficult.

 Unlike Fernando, who has nothing to do with the game, Hanwoojin has a clear reason to break the current situation.

 'Would you like to use it now?'

 He was now thinking about whether or not to use the "strong hitter," who had worked in the second half of the game against Choi Yeon-hyuk.  I tried to find Fernando's gap in the 7 games, but I couldn't see how to attack because he was a good opponent not only in technology but also in psychological warfare.  It was time for special measures.

 "Game 8, Ujh Han to Serve!"

 The short breaks between games ended with the call of the referee.  The two players climbed onto the court without anybody first, and Han Woo-jin looked across the net, taking the ball from the ball boy.

 There, Fernando, with no disturbing breath, was facing him with cold eyes.

 "…  Good."

 Hanwoojin decided to hold the racket firmly.  On the forearm, large blood vessels emerged, and the soles of the grass scooped up the ground.

 [Increases your Strength Stat by 3 for 1 stroke]

 [Applied to the sub.  The restraint of the sub increases.]

 [1 second stiffness will be charged immediately after stroke]

 If you are already familiar with the message, do not confirm it.  It would be more obvious to use the Stinger, but it was hard to throw a gamble that consumes a lot of SP when the final was held the next day.  First, he needed to use a slugger to reverse the flow of the game.

 When the ball bounced off the edge of the finger, Hanwoojin's upper body rotated like a vortex.

 Paa Aang!

 The ball, which even exceeded the visual acuity of the world ranker at once, cut out the grass court.  The chopped grass was scattered in the wind, and soon afterwards, the referee who grasped the situation raised his voice.

 "Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

 For Fernando, who was used to falling restraints, it was as if the sky was dry.  He glanced over Hanwoojin with the eyes that he did not understand.  Does your opponent's restraint rise again?  It was a story out of common sense.

 But Han Woo-jin had no intention of asking for his understanding.

 Paa Aang!

 Subsequently, Serve seized the moment without Fernando getting used to restraint again.  Left to right, right to left.  The green-green flash, which alternates between the side and center lines, devoured the court without receiving a single resistance.  In the meantime, Service Ace battered the game.

 "Game Ujin Han!"

 There was no other side of the game, no side, or agitation.  After all, winning or losing of sub games is not important.  The key was whether or not Hanwoojin could play the next game.

 'come!'

 There was a tension between the two players who quickly changed the ball.  It's because of the intuition that this game is a set of watersheds.  The narrators also mixed the narration accordingly to the unusual atmosphere.

 -Hanwoojin player to raise the momentum can see the 9 games will be a game.  Do you have a big influence on winning or losing first set?  Do not miss this opportunity, even if you do not overdo it.  Hanwoojin player!

 -As stated by Park Commentary, it is common sense that a player who preoccupies one set wins the odds.  Even Hanwoojin's winning rate is over 90%!  It can be said that it shows how important it is to overpower.

 In fact, the player who took the first set often took the lead in the whole game.  It was even more so if it were hard to stop when it came to power heaters.  Apart from the psychological factor, taking a set score first will make the next race more aggressive.

 Lowering his posture, Han Woo-jin's body was pulled tight like a tiger just before his prey.  It was a posture to prepare a kind of post-employment system to receive immediately even if the serve fell to any position.

 No matter how experienced Fernando would have to deal with such air-wrapped enemies.  He threw the ball up with a hardened face.

 Paaang!

 A round ball that bounces inside the service court.  If Hanwoojin stepped up normally, the sub who would have fallen on the side of the forefoot beat the net.  However, to cope with Fernando's serve more smoothly, Han Woojin did not move his foot on the baseline until he was confident of the ball's trajectory.

 And when the ball bounced back on the soft grass, Hanwoojin's calf and thighs unfolded as if they were bowing the bow.

 Paa Aang!

 Rising!

 Before the bounds of the ball died, the racket opened.  Hanwoojin's legs and strength beyond specifications were not enough to bring the speed of the ball to a bizarre level.  The creeping blow of the spine ripped off the sound of the wind.

 However, there was no embarrassment in Fernando's face facing him.

 'It's quite fast.  It's not a level that I can't respond to.  It's still very young.  Mr. Han. '

 No matter how fast you read the ball, it's just a phone punch.  Fernando erected the racket at an angle to shed the stroke as it has been.  His skills, combined with time and experience, cannot be broken by plunging into a boar prepaid.

 Obviously so far, it has been.

 Fang

 The moment the ball touches the racket.  Fernando's face stained with dense amazement.  Power was a step up from now.  Don't you think the ball you've hit before wasn't power?  An incredible reality has crushed his hands.  The ball, which had to be gently shed, was already pushing the racket up and floating.

 'No!'

 Intense resistance, which was not uttered by words, rose above the face, but no one could stop the ball with his face.  Han Woo-jin's intense return pushed Fernando's racket and dropped off the court.

 "Love Fifteen (0: 15)!"

 The call of a heartless referee bore a comic ringing against the two players' faces.  We found a good balance between Fernando and Han Woo-jin's face.  Han Woo-jin's stroke, which combines the power and tactics of the slugger, proved unacceptable even by Fernando's skill.

 In the end, it was Han Woo-jin who scored one set of scores.



 ***



 However, contrary to the expectation that it would be a little easier to hold one set.  The game grew fierce.  As soon as he passed away with the trick, Fernando went straight to the front.  His ability to add force by technique or tactics was not to be seen.

 -Fernando took two sets at the end of a fierce deuce.  I'm afraid that age doesn't fit.  Instead of losing one set and losing momentum, I'm heating up!

 -Still, three sets fell into Hanwoojin's hand again.  Because he moved too hard in the second set, Fernando's movement got a lot slower.  I don't know how much you got back in the 4th set.

 For Han Woo-jin, it was more than a classic.  Do you think you're going to resist this after you've been pushed by force?  This exchange of set scores was due to Fernando's skill exceeding his imagination.

 Even if it was a frontal fight, Fernando did not accept an honest stroke match.  Drop shot.  Robe.  By using a delicate drive aimed at the left and right sidelines, he gradually scored points to bypass Hanwoojin's power.  Forehand's skill was almost complete, even Hanwoojin had to learn a lot of high-level techniques.

 However, there was a limit to what you could do with finesse.  Han Woo-jin confronted Fernando and stole a little bit of his technique.  Gradually, the timing or pitch of puncturing his hurdles has been read first.  As a result, Fernando, who lost his last advantage, had no strength left to balance the game.

 Nevertheless, Fernando was defending the game, making four deuce points in four sets.

 'Commitment…  Is that?

 Hanwoojin was also familiar with the feelings of an adult's eyes.

 Inexorably rushing toward the goal.

 Pride in our efforts.

 A fierce fight without knowing how to break.

 It was a life attitude that had no choice but to empathize as a human who seriously pursued the absolute power of the emperor.  I was impressed that I was tired of the skills I had trained to deal with Pedro.

 A strong commitment came to Hanwoojin's face, who understood Fernando through the ball.  There was only one thing he could do for someone who had walked the same path.  It was the best honor to surpass Fernando and climb up, showing the man who overcame even the emperor.

 'It's ok to fall now, Mr Garcia.'

 The set points for 4 sets of 5-2 and 8 games are 40:30.  The ball emerged from the hand of Han Woo-jin, who reached the match point.

 [Applied to 'Stinger'.  SP consumed is doubled.]

 [Currently, cool time applies to 'Stinger'.  "Stinger" will be disabled for 2 points.]

 [If the service ace is established, the penalty applied will be reduced to 50%.]

 The strongest combination he could speak has finished.  Hanwoojin handed over his last greeting to the man who still cannot give up over the net.

 'I won't waste your defeat in vain.'

 Right after that, the wind was torn.

Thirty-three years old. A talentless tennis player for NK company with an unsuccessful career, Han Woo Jin. No matter how hard he tried, there was a limit to how much he could accomplish. Eventually, when the day for him to quit tennis had finally arrived, he was sent back ten years to the past with a system…

You can find the previous chapter at myoniyonitranslation but because they are dropped the story i will mtled the story xd

I am no Saint.
Nor am I a Devil actually.
Mortal? Yes, quite accurate.
I'm a Mage.
But I'm not one of those scholars who locks themselves up all day long for research or whatever. 
It doesn't mean I couldn't, it means I don't want it. Yes, I know, you will surely tell me that yes, no doubt, magic is a science, we have to use it to advance humanity and all, peace, blablabla. You, very calmly, I tell you, you are a fucker. War is everywhere and those who seek peace prepare for war, yes it isn't a pink world. But I quite like it. After all, I'm a Battle Mage.


On the path of those who refuse to die, those who are ready to do anything needed just to survive, there are many kinds, warriors, mercenary, soldiers, archer, mage. All of these are but normal bloody jobs here. Killing? Taboo? Let me tell you, none escape the palm of death, since the beginning we are nothing, we live for nothing. What will you change? A nation? What is a nation in the whole creation? The answer is as cold as the iron hammer of truth striking destiny itself : Nothing.

Obviously, there, indeed, are those who just want to have a beautiful wife, care for their children, see them grow and all these things. It wouldn't be too bad of a life. However, I, Revastro Orvicar have engraved this vow onto my heart and into my very soul, I shall never stop my path, I will go to the very end and be as free as I could, no, even more free than free itself!

Today, I walk the stone pavement. Today, my black leather boots are producing a crisp sound as I advance, my eyes gazing toward a small bird flying high in the sky. I smile. I am a simple man, no, I mean really, even though I promised myself to be unfathomable, it doesn't mean I cannot appreciate the small, gentle details of life.

Well, I might as well introduce myself now, my name is Revastro Orvicar, I'm right now walking up the stairs of The Academy, the greatest magic association to have ever existed, indeed, the whole stairs is made of white, pure marble. Fourteen steps to ascend to enter the hall where stand the magic circle which opens only every six hours, it teleport people to The Academy. You know, the one standing on the floating island right in the sky. It's shadow cover the whole hall but it doesn't matter as the torch, emitting their yellow, orange flames.

The reason why I'm here, standing on these steps never tainted by blood, it is because I will now be working here, if we do call that a job, normal people would rather call it military, I will be the new commander of the 7th Battle Mage Squad, yes, being only 17 maybe some veterans will say I'm unworthy of this post or whatever bullshit. But I don't care. Why? I shall never stop, if I cannot even make my man respect me, what right does I have to pretend to the throne? None. 

Which throne? The only one worthy of mentioning obviously, the one made from one's enemy's blood and bones as well as the sweat of hard work. The one which no one has ever accessed to. The one throne which made my adoptive father's dream. The throne he desired, and so, I shall carry on, even through a black parade as I, Revastro Orvicar, will achieve my only father, Urelbt Orvicar's will, to ascend the throne of the world!

He walked on the steps, and like a cursed man, the steps tarnished marble, like they will tarnish innocent's life in the future if they stand in his way.


At noon, in the training fields of the academy a loud voice echoed and made all but one tremble in awe.
"This young man is Revastro Orvicar, as you see, he is young, but you'd rather not underestimate him."
The forty six men all answered in unison :

"Yes, Major! We shall vow upon the archmages' names not to mistreat the new blood of our regiment!"
It was the official greeting of the battle mages when they saluted a new recruit for the first time.

The imposing major chuckled lightly :

"He will be your new commander from now on."
Silence.
Not a word to answer.

One brave man started to take a step forward but was immediately met with a cold dissuading gaze from the major. The man was not stupid and instantly retracted his foot. All of this happened quickly in merely a second but Revastro saw it all.

The man who wanted to take a step forward didn't know but the major was this cold not because he accepted this decision of putting a teenager as a commander of a battle mage squad, but still, he knew one thing from his superiors, do not become enemy with Revastro. That was the only order, or more likely and advice, that he was given. He found it stupid, but orders are orders after all.


I lightly smiled when I saw the man wanting to take a step forward and the gaze the major sent him.
He, they, will soon come to know me.

I took a step forward : 

"Hello everyone, my name is Revastro Orvicar, your new commander, I hope you will quickly accept me and so will we reach new heights."

Simple, whatever I might say now, they wouldn't believe it, so why would I give damn.

My plan for the time being was simple, step one, get powerful connections in the merchant world, money is everything. Magic? Blades? How do I build an empire with just that? What's important is dividing the power so that all fight against each other and are unable to make an alliance against you while you rule the kingdom, get he money redistribute it, expand your faction, hide your true strength and assassinate your enemies or allies if they ever have the potential to become a threat. Power is but a doubled edged blade as a sword controlled by a master is cutting through enemies like butter, your flesh becomes the target if you are too inexperienced.

Second, become a respected figure inside the heart of the regiment.

Third, have some influence in the Academy.
The major turned his back toward the soldiers and left.

With this authoritative figure away, the soldiers immediately became restless as they endlessly whispered among themselves about the failure of a commander they just got.

I maintained my amiable calm and confident smile and walked toward the sub-commander of the regiment. His badge was shining brightly on his light leather armor.

Do you know how to tame a dog?

Stick and sugar.

So what if they are human beings, under my command and in my presence they are soldiers, no more no less.

He looked at me in the eyes with a look of contempt, ridicule, I thought, I am 1,82 meters tall while he his 1,70 meters at most, the scene seemed quite comic. But I didn't laugh.

"What's your name?" I said in a cold, emotionless voice.

"What does it matter for?"

"Insolence toward one's direct superior is a grave crime in military, but you do know that so I shouldn't waste more time talking to a filthy dog like you."

This is the last word he heard before my right hand fell right on his jaw's nerve, making him fall KO in one hit.

Blood dyed the soil as it oozed from it's mouth and opened lip.

"You." I pointed at the sole woman in the regiment.

"Y-Yes."

I threw her the sub-commander badge and said : 

"You know what you have to do. Rest well all of you, tomorrow when the sun start to appear in the morning's sky I want you all hear for your first training under my command, those who are late will regret it."

With these words I left as the still dazed soldiers gazed at their comrade lying in his blood and some of his friends gazed at me with hatred in their eyes. As I walked away, I couldn't help but think I had gone too easy on him.

I am no Saint.

Nor am I a Devil actually.

I am a Battle Mage.

But one who has decided to never stop and walk to the very end of the road, just to sit on the highest throne, whether they are allies or enemies, innocent or culpit, those in my way shall meet their demise!

Once, my father told me he failed. I told him he succeeded and he asked me why. I could only answer that I would win as I never lose the war, even if I do lose many battles.

Jakie Gazes at his translucent system panel where the loading circle spins on the attributes page. A little loading bar very slowly progresses beneath the loading circle.  The old man looks away and returns his gaze to Silent Wolf.

The Spade Dao tome loses stability.  The tome's golden particles flow like sand and pour through the young man's entranced fingers.  The golden sand pools on the ground for a few moments. A strong wind kicks up the sand and it blasts whirling into the air in the form of a golden dragon, every scale a golden spade head.  The dragon roars without sound and then whirls around Silent wolf. It dives into his glabella 

Quiet Bear gasps and stands up.  Jackie raises an eyebrow.

Silent Wolf groans and bowls over, clutching his chest. Countless golden lines swarm across his body, looking like thick golden worms, or innumerable little gold dragons squirming beneath his skin, forming a dense network of mysterious occult symbols.  They work quickly to reforge the young man's flesh, bones, blood, viscera.  He howls in pain while his wife holds her breath in fear, covering her lips.

Silent Wolf's eyes bulge and turn bloodshot in an instant. The pounding veins bulge thicker and blacker by the moment, making his eyes look more demonic and bedeviled by the moment before several veins burst.  Thick, slimy black blood oozes from his eyes, his nose, his ears, and countless pores across his body.  He curls up like a shrimp, all of his muscles vibrating and tense.

Quiet Bear face turns ashen.  She twists with a begging look at Jackie, shouting, "Please! Please help him!"  

Jackie places his palm on the ground to get ready to stand up and then pauses.  He sees a couple of finger-thick little dragons sneaking off of Silent wolf.  The first one eyes Quiet Bear, while the second one lunges at baby Solemn Wolf.  

Quiet Bear senses something and spins, coming face to face with the little golden spade dragon.  It looks at her, then plunges into her glabella. Terror twists her face as she also spots the end tail of another dragon vanishing into baby Solemn Wolf.

She shakes, utterly spooked, thinking that Silent Wolf's fate was hers and her son's too.  She was always scared of pain.

Silent Wolf gradually calms down, the bulging veins vanishing, leaving a few faint golden lines resembling spade-shaped dragon scales across his chest, and leaving him completely covered in stinking black slime.

At this time, Quiet Bear only felt slight discomfort and a little itchiness, until her bowls suddenly rumbled and she groans with a low urggg.  She clutches her tummy and rushes outside. 

Baby Solemn Wolf giggles inside his bedding and then burps.  That burp stank so much it could knock a grown man dead.  Jackie pinches his nose and coughs a few times.

Silent Wolf's breathing evens out and he sits up, grasping around blindly until he snatches the vase filled with his bathing water.  He plunges his head into it and scrubs fiercely until all the black ooze is mostly off.  He pulls his ghastly pale head out and coughs a few globs of the black slime until he starts vomiting bucketfuls of it.  His face reddens from the paleness before until he can finally catch a breath.  He doesn't glance at Jackie because Silent Wolf's tummy started gurgling too, causing his face to become alert.  

The young man clutches his belly and curls over as he rushes out of the door in a flash. 

The translucent panel in Jackie's mind fills the rest of the bar in an instant, then the entire panel expands with information.

[Attributes]
>Jackie Lewin
>>Creature Type: Abyssal Super Human
>>Super Power: The Shovel System with Heavenly Dao Cheat Mod installed
[Statistics]
[*System Note: Numerical attribute panes are deeply flawed, System browsed user's home reality to find a decent reference for the user. The system determined that The Verses Wiki is the most suitable.]

Tier: 
> 8-C, Urban Superhuman, [8-C: Building level
Characters/Weapons who can destroy a building, or those who can easily harm characters with building level durability.]

Attack Potency: The user's attack power or destructive capacity 
> 8-C, Building Level

Speed: "Combat Speed"
> Supersonic (Mach 1.1-2.5) [Mach 1.3] [This is the speed that the user can effectively fight in, calculated from Reaction Speed, Fight Speed, Flight Speed, Travel Speed, and Attack Speed]

Lifting Strength: The weight the user can lift/move, usually expressed in tons.
> 1.5 Tons

Striking Strength: The attack power of the user's physical attacks/blows
> Building Class

Durability: The amount of attack power the user can withstand before being overwhelmed
> Building Class

Stamina: Self-explanatory
> One Hour [User can fight for one full hour before being completely depleted]

Range: The distance the user's attacks/abilities can cover.
> Several Meters: 2 - 10 m

Standard Equipment: Things the user can be expected to have on hand at any given time.
>Assault Shovel

Intelligence: Self-explanatory
>Average: User is of average intelligence. While the user may have more developed intelligence in certain subjects, in many cases, the user's overall intelligence remains average.

Weaknesses: Self-explanatory
>Death Energy [Death energy is twice as effective against the User due to the accumulation existing in your body.]
 
Jackie tugs his beard and squints at Abyssal Super Human, wondering what that is.  A moment passes and an information pane appears.  

[Power User types:
User is a Western-styled Power User, or Abyssal Super Human, under which many sub categories exist.  An eastern styled cultivator is a Celestial Super Human, under which there are also many subcategories, such as demonic, etc.

Here is a simplified version for User:
Abyssal Superhumans wield the might of power. User can consider Superman, The Flash, and many comic characters to fall into this category. Western magic users, like Merlin, also fall here.

Celestial Superhumans wield the comprehension of power. User can consider most Xanxia and Wuxia protagonists as falling here.  The current realm that the User is traveling in is a Celestial realm, the superhumans here all practice Celestial techniques.

User, be aware that these are simplified, in doing so, the profound depths of both power systems is hidden and may cause confusion. ]

Jackie hasn't heard of Xanxia or wuxia.  He has seen the powers of the realm and he even has the cultivation techniques, enlightening him on the differences between himself and the superhumans here.  He doesn't need to cultivate, all he has to do is dig and he gets stronger. He doesn't need to comprehend the profoundness of the shovel dao or the earth, but to merely move his arms, and he can wield the might of the shovel.

He ponders, even his alchemy technique doesn't require comprehension of the alchemy dao, he just... Jackie laughs as he considers how the system has set up alchemy for him.

He looks away from the system and then worries about his students, standing up.

It's a portal fantasy about our boi Jackie Lewin, he went down to his local hardware store and picked up a shovel only to get sucked into another world with it.

Now, he must use his shovel to survive the harsh and challenging world full of mysterious monsters and immortals.

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