He's not an ordinary guy...

He's a fictional character

Darth Vader is a fictional character in the Star Wars franchise. He is a primary antagonist in the original trilogy, but, as Anakin Skywalker, is the main protagonist of the prequel trilogy. Star Wars creator George Lucas has collectively referred to the first six episodic films of the franchise as "the tragedy of Darth Vader".[1]

Originally a Jedi prophesied to bring balance to the Force, Anakin Skywalker is lured to the dark side of the Force by Palpatine and becomes a Sith Lord. After fighting a lightsaber battle with his former mentor Obi-Wan Kenobi in which he is dismembered, Vader is transformed into a cyborg. He then serves the Galactic Empire as Darth Vader until he redeems himself by saving his son, Luke Skywalker, and seemingly killing Palpatine, sacrificing his own life in the process.[2] He is also the father of Princess Leia, the secret husband of Padmé Amidala, and grandfather of Kylo Ren, the main villain of the sequel trilogy.

The character has been portrayed by numerous actors. His cinematic appearances span the first six Star Wars films, as well as Rogue One, and he is referenced in both The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. He also appears in television series (most substantially The Clone Wars) and numerous iterations of the Star Wars Expanded Universe, including video games, novels, and comic books.

Darth Vader has become one of the most iconic villains in popular culture, and has been listed among the greatest villains and fictional characters ever.[3][4] The American Film Institute listed him as the third greatest movie villain in cinema history on 100 Years... 100 Heroes and Villains, behind Hannibal Lecter and Norman Bates.[5] His role as a tragic hero in the prequel trilogy was met with positive reviews.[6][7]

Name

Series creator George Lucas initially wrote the series' main villain as separate from Luke Starkiller's father Annikin [sic]. Various combinations of names for the character were built upon the phrase "Dark Water". Then Lucas "added lots of last names, Vaders and Wilsons and Smiths, and [he] just came up with the combination of Darth and Vader." After the release of The Empire Strikes Back (1980), Lucas said the name Vader was based upon the German/Dutch-language homophone vater or vader, meaning 'father', making the name representative of a "Dark Father".[8] However, there is no evidence that Lucas conceived of Vader as Luke's father before 1978.[9] Other words which may have inspired the name are "death" and "invader",[10] as well as the name of a high school upperclassman of Lucas's, Gary Vader.[11][12]

As no other character with the title "Darth" was introduced until the release of The Phantom Menace (1999),[b] some viewers interpreted it as the character's first name, in part because Obi-Wan Kenobi addresses him as "Darth" in the original film.[13] The moniker is bestowed upon Anakin in Revenge of the Sith (2005) upon his turn to the dark side of the Force.

Director Ken Annakin's films Swiss Family Robinson and Battle of the Bulge influenced the original trilogy,[14] leading some to believe that Anakin was named after him. Lucas's publicist denied this following Annakin's death in 2009.[15] Anakin and Luke's original surname "Starkiller" remained in the script until a few months into filming Star Wars, when it was dropped due to what Lucas called "unpleasant connotations" with Charles Manson and replaced with "Skywalker".[16][c]

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January 3, 2020

I should've considered this day my day off at writing, because I just realized that writing 1000 words a day can be so tiring. I also want my content to be fresh and new everyday, so it's hard for me to do this shit daily, but my body became writing a routine. I didn't realized that I got hooked on writing. I just did this for my hobby. I can't even get views on Wattpad. 

The thing that inspired me to write again today is when I saw my Webnovel views. I can't believe I got a hundred views over my crappy writing. I dunno how Webnovel works but my Gregoritas, it drove me to improve my writing skills. I did this shit as a joke, a bunch of stories that I experienced throughout my existence, but man, a hundred people reading my story warms my heart. 

Though I must admit that I'm a fictional character working for Sam Jetson, but man, even I, Greg, was impressed by this views. Man, it makes me think of telling all of my stories through childhood and until to the future of my life. I still have a bunch, inspired by the series of events happened by the real person, Sam Jetson. Take note, these stories should be taken by the grain of salt. 

I'm like Deadpool, I can break the third wall. I can even say a big "fuck you" to the author. In fact, my name should be the one imprinted on this book coz Sam is just my typist for this story. Just kidding, I still love Sam Jetson. 

Author's message: Aw, thank you.

The only difference between us is that I'm just only a fucking fictional character. It's true that these stories and events happen in my life, but it's not the same universe as you. My Gregoritas, if only I can meet all of you in person, I'll prolly tell all of my shits on line you forever. This things that happened in the "Greg Universe" are just one percent on what was happening today. 

I have a lie that I must admit today. Since I'm the main character of the story and Sam Jetson is the typist, he made me endorse his Twitch channel. It's true on what I mentioned in the past chapters that I aspires to be a streamer and that I created a new Twitch channel. What the lie is the Twitch name and the game played, although I also have in my universe. It's called Sinigang Games, and I stream League of Legends. 

My Gregoritas, if you visit Philippines, I would love to treat you to my mom's sinigang: all natural and no added preservatives. Pinakbet is just a bunch of vegetables all together. This author got a weird palate when it comes to foods. I would've allow him to name his Twitch Sinigang Games, because that name only exists in my universe, but nevermind, it happened. He typed the name that he likes. The concept of favorite food as a game name even came from me, because in the gaming world, lots of player's names originates from foods like Disguised Toast, PewDiePie (it has a pie in it), and more. 

Author's message: Yes, he's right, that Twitch name is me, promoting my channel. I'm sorry my Gregoritas for messing you all up. It's not part of Greg's storyline. If you're interested in my gaming stuff, then you can drop by at my Twitch website. I don't post a lot of stuff, but if my connection is stable, then I'll do a livestream. My internet is poor, so my frame rate might drop at any rate. If I had enough money, then-

Okay, Sam, we're good now. This is my book, not yours. You can't just type fucking 100 words for your part. 

Author's message: Yeah, yeah, I understand.

Nahhh, fuck it. It's okay, I'm just kidding. You can type all you want. My day was unproductive. Just don't use people, okay.

Author's message: Ouch, that hurts.

No, no, no, I didn't mean to hurt you. Why?

Author's message: It's the term "people" that hurts me. It's not that I hurt people, but because I am always used by people a lot because of my "nice guy" attitude. 

Aw, if only I coincided with your world, I would've hugged you. Just remember the Golden Rule, Sam, and be a tough cookie this 2020. Nice guys finish first. 

Author's message: Thank you, Greg, but anyways, this will be my last interruption for your story. I wouldn't allow myself to dominate this entire book by my random thoughts. From now on, you're in full control of this story. Never mention anything that talks about me. Even if you call me out, I won't budge. I'm just the typist of your adventures. Do you understand, Greg? 

Yes, I understand. Sorry, Sam.

...

Well, I guess he's literally won't interrupt me anymore.

Anyways going back to my shitty life adventures, I didn't really do much for today. I just did a live stream on playing League of Legends (shout out to all LoL players out there). I won't tell my LoL name, it doesn't even exists in your universe, but I main Nasus. Easy 600 stacks boi. 

Anyways it's getting a little bit late by now, and I should be practicing to sleep early, because my class will be back on fucking January 6. I don't wanna go to school coz I have a shit ton of workload that I've not finished since the last time I joined RSPC. 

Maybe I might take a break tomorrow, because I think I need to practice sleeping early for Monday. Man, I might types my shitty thoughts earlier than 12 midnight so that I can have energy all throughout the next day. So anyways, good night.

The daily adventures of Greg, a lazy procrastinator who is battling against his anxiety and depression.

In any story, there's a stage and backstage. The stage of a story is the part where the author shows a small part of her story world and the main character through a lens that is usually called a point of view. Everything that happens on the stage revolves around the main character. 

Author adjusts the lens as he guides the readers into seeing the world and the life of the main character while he controls the amount of information that is released to the reader.

Now, there's backstage. Most important things don't happen on the stage. It happens on the back of the stage. Say, there's an emperor who wants war on backstage and the stage shows some foreshadowing that gives us a hint that the emperor is planning to have a war. However, the main character doesn't know. Sometimes, even the readers don't know. 

A crappy author would decide that you should only see fluff while the emperor prepares for the war. You enjoy the fluff, get your panties wet during the snu-snu moments, and fantasize about things that only happen in fiction.

'You like to read these crappy books because you want to fantasize about the things that you can never have. These books make up for your boring reality. These books have twisted your expectations of a real man. You drool over fictional characters but you won't look at a real man,' My younger brother had chastised me once, 'and these authors make your wallet thinner by manipulating your mindset and making you addicted.'

I was twenty-eight and my brother was twenty-five back then. I kneed my brother's balls. He had to go to the hospital and stay overnight. Sadly, his ability to continue his demented genes didn't go away. I received a huge scolding from my mother but my father gave me a thumbs up and a wide smile. 

My father and I are always on the same wavelength while my mother and my siblings are from a different planet altogether. Sometimes I wonder how my father and mother decided that they could be life partners. It wasn't an arranged marriage either. 

Though I want a rich and handsome man, I know that the world is imperfect. My minimum criteria for a life partner is that he should be able to understand my jokes and he must be good looking. If we don't get along, at least I won't feel like crying while I kiss his face. I hate awkward silences. Imagine telling jokes to someone who doesn't have an IQ to understand them. He should be smart enough to understand. 

Viessa Vorn and King Kaige were the part of the stage where the author made them do snu-snu to win readers' hearts. As for me and the emperor, we were part of the backstage.

The novel was one-thousand chapters long. King Kaige ended the engagement with Aloisia Anneliese Bloodworth around the 300th chapter. 

Between 300th and 350th chapters, a series of uninterested events happened. Aloisia ran away from the kingdom. Kaige gave a 'shoot at sight' order. For some chapters, Viessa was feeling bad. Then, Kaige was pacifying her. The author turned him into an ideal alpha man who protects and cares for his woman from an abusive and possessive air conditioner male lead. But I could always see through the wordplay. Kaige was still a shitty man. But Viessa wasn't any better. 

Maybe it is a law that all airheads must attract toxic alpha men.

He married Viessa between 350-400 chapters. The author went highly detailed in smutty scenes and fluffy moments. 

For the next few hundreds of chapters, the web novel focussed on their relationships and some OP things that Viessa could do. There were cute moments with their kids. Some idiots would always try to separate them. It went on a repeat until the emperor attacked at around the 900th chapter.

The next 100 chapters changed everything. 

Viessa died of magic overuse. Kaige went crazy. Emperor won. 

Viessa's and Kaige's son was killed at the city's square. Aloisia hid the mad Kaige and raped him. She got pregnant and gave birth to another boy. Later, she killed the emperor and ruled as a regent. 

So, I was at around the 300th chapter -- the part where Aloisia ran away.

How many years passed between the 300th and 1000th chapters?

Fucking Author also did a time-skip.

It shouldn't be less than five years.

I wondered what would happen to my real body if I lived here for five years. Would I go back to the moment I fell asleep in my room if I finished my missions?

I hoped it was like that.

Meanwhile, the soldiers behind me were gossiping like neighbourhood aunties.

"What is she doing with her fingers?"

I was counting the time span of the novel.

"I think that she's weaving a dark spell."

Intelligence is also important for survival. Then again, jellyfishes don't have a brain because they don't need to process complex thoughts. Idiots aren't completely without hope in our big world. 

"Doesn't she completely look like a Mara?" 

I was sitting on the ground, cross-legged whilst twirling my fingers around strands of my yellow hair. When I said yellow, it meant it. It was not strawberry blonde like my original hair or other shades of blonde. It was yellow as yellow hay in a field. 

It was really a fictional world. 

"All of them died." The second soldier was called Tyyn. They were avoiding using their names, but one fellow accidentally uttered his name. "She's from another kingdom. Maybe they have people with hair like that there."

I let out a heavy sigh. They were so dumb that I felt bad for them. Come on! I was found near the area where everyone from the Mara tribe jumped to their death. They still thought that I was some duke's daughter. Basically, I was surrounded by jellyfishes.

The emperor returned with the commander. As usual, the emperor looked like he was taking a stroll in a cemetery. He was an epitome of evil. I had no idea how he could keep a poker face ninety-nine percent of the time.

However, the commander didn't look good. His thick eyebrows were pulled together. His dark hair was a little messy and his lips were split. There was a cut on his cheekbone and his nose was crooked.

Did they have a fight? I glanced at the emperor. He didn't have a single wound. The emperor met my gaze, studying me ominously. I wondered what he was planning. 

His gaze stopped on my chest. 

"You pervert!" I covered my chest. "What are you looking at? No freebies here! Show me yours first."

I read in the books that the emperor was sexy. Nobody could blame me for not trying.

The commander coughed as if he was choking. 

The emperor took off his cloak and tossed it on me. "Make sure to cover your head or I will chop it off."

It was better not to flirt with a guy who had killed me twice. 

[CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR DREAM CAME TRUE!

YOU PASSED THE DAMN TEST. YOU HAVE RECEIVED A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE THE ENDING.]

"..."

After offending an author, she transmigrated into a book.

Did she transmigrate into the main character? a side character? A villain?

She wasn't that lucky. 

Being a nameless background character, she's supposed to stop the emperor from getting married to the evil ex-fiance and wage the war? 

As if the emperor knew anything else other than killing people!

Can she find a way to tame the emperor and give a happy ending to all the characters?

***

Unlucky Transmigrator: Why can't I have a pet with 8 packs, a big D, and an innocent mind for me to corrupt?

Emperor: You want me?

Unlucky Transmigrator: When did I say that I want you?

Emperor: With 8 packs, a big D, and an innocent mind for you to corrupt, this emperor is more than qualified to be your pet.

Unlucky Transmigrator: I don't see any innocent mind here.

Emperor: Then, when did you see my 8 packs and big D?

Unlucky Transmigrator: ...

This is less an Analysis about myself and more about Authors as a whole. I only use myself as reference for the experiences a person can go through while attaining what some people call 'An Artistic Vision'.

But what is an artistic vision? I have gone through many stages as a writer, and the first step I took understanding why I love fiction was what made me less invested in a story filled with great themes but more entertained when events unfolding were simple.

My first work was a mess of a story that, when I look back to, didn't make any coherent sense except within the boundaries of my own mind. This is what taught me that writing with the thought of having another reading and giving feedback on my work was essentially a form of entertaining someone else with fiction.

So as a writer, was I supposed to be an entertainer catering to the masses? This opinion was cut down when I started to write a story that had every right to be able to catch people's eyes with how 'fresh and entertaining' it was, but suddenly found MYSELF not being invested by my story.

It was a strange paradox where what I was passionate about writing wasn't entertaining while the things that were more appealing and mainstream made what I thought to be a hobby more like self-imposed homework… and what everyone here can understand is that doing work is something a regular person would avoid if they were able to.

"I get no pay for becoming an 'entertainer', so why should I?" These were my thoughts as I continued to be on the line between writing for my audience and writing for my own amusement. Eventually, I came to a conclusion. 

"Why do I even write at all? Instead of writing something that definitely won't be a masterpiece, why don't I just read the well-known works of famous authors for my own amusement?" This thought became a unconscious thought, a worm burrowing into my mind without even realising it. I didn't even notice that I had already lost my qualification as an Author.

To write for oneself is to write a diary no one else would ever read. Although many unique ideas can come from writing this way, it ultimately lacks the understanding of readers that an Author shouldn't lack. 

To write for another is also not the right path to becoming one, as being too influenced by the opinions of others can make one fickle. A scene in your story you were proud of today could be something you want to delete tomorrow because it doesn't reach the perfection you are aiming for. If someone criticises some part of your work, then such thoughts will lead to an endless repetition of deleting and redoing pages.

The only way to overcome this paradoxical thought process is by having an artistic vision, and though I may be explaining it like it's an easy thing to achieve or something I fully grasp… In actuality, I don't…

The first artistic vision as a Author was to seek perfection in my storytelling, but the more I learnt about fiction, the more I learned of the purposeful imperfections in works that made them more memorable. To put it simply, even if an painter wants to add every colour of the world to a painting, it will only become jumbled mess if there isn't purpose behind what is being written into a story.

As an 'artist', I realised that I couldn't draw without inspiration to guide me. For I couldn't trust myself that the ideas I came up with by myself would even appeal to a wider audience. I experimented, and found that small touches made a story more worthwhile for my readers.

There was I time I wrote a story about reincartion and yet purposely left out key details about the character's past life like their name or age, even going so far as only including the parts the character was specifically affected by… The results were that a lot more people became invested in the main character's current life because there weren't two names distracting them for who the character currently was. 

They only knew the name of the character after reincarnation, and were therefore more closer to that character than any of the more 'perfected' characters I made before with literally their entire backstory spelled out for the reader.

It was then I remembered something that had truly become forgotten in my brain in the time I had been analysing tropes and what made story's appealing, I had forgotten that fiction wasn't 'art', but storytelling.

Subtext is created when the reader wants to know more about the characters themselves and looks for clues to figure out things that aren't explicitly 'told' to them. When a character is first introduced and they stutter in their interactions, it makes the reader unconsciously think that they aren't used to talking or are scared of something. When writing videos talk about 'show and not tell', it was THIS that they were referring to.

However, a story is essentially the Author 'telling' a reader a story through narration anyway, so how could I leave out information about a character's backstory in their introduction. The answer I found is that no real-life person is 'introduced' this way, most people I meet in real-life are those I can say I 'know' but only when talking about what I have found out about them at present.

It is through interacting that people know more about each other, but how can fictional characters inside my head form meaningful conversations when the entire point of them are to relay exposition that the narrator hasn't yet spoke of. It was hard to get past this problem as an artist, but as a storyteller, I found that the solution to this was changing who 'I' was interacting with.

I wasn't interacting with my characters, nor was I interacting with the fictional world I made. The true person I was interacting with was the individual I was narrating to… The person, who isn't me, that would read the text I was writing down to form a story.

Since I realised I was interacting with my readers through my narrations, I decided to switch things up and make them more lively. Instead of writing a summary of the events unfolding, I changed those events to fit the short attention span of new readers who wanted explosions every second, but as I followed along this path I realised that the 'narrations' I have became less genuine over time as story beats started feeling out of place and my own desire to write waned.

To become a storyteller isn't an easy thing, as I was still bound by the opinions of my audience. I became a comedian that tried to make my readers laugh, but found that my own laughter had died out in the process.

What was I supposed to do when becoming a storyteller was so much similar to becoming an entertainer? My answer was to go back to my roots and find out: What was I before an 'artist'?

I thought long and hard about it, then in a stroke of epiphany I had came to a conclusion: Was I not a kind of 'musician' that sought my own entertainment rather than the acceptance of others? Wasn't story's something I wrote purely for my own enjoyment?

And now, my artistic vision had matured. Rather than trying to 'entertain' an audience, I wanted the future me who had forgotten about my story to look back and enjoy it just as I have enjoyed the works of others.

Whether it be sci-fi, mystery, fantasy, or comedy… I want to look back on the story I told and see something that can make me feel emotions I had forgotten in the years that went by. If it's a Greek Tragedy, then I want to feel the helpless in knowing the flawed perspectives of the world that could caused the tragedy to happen.

Similar things could be said for mystery or fantasy. If I had a purpose when writing a story, then I don't want a glossary which either outright tells me about the world I built. Instead, I want to be entertained, moved, and more intrigued by the story anyone else!

After all, once I've finished writing the story, I am no longer the 'musician' or storyteller. I am the reader!

But even with this realisation, there was a chance I'd relapse if I didn't keep my previous lessons I learned in mind. If I was to chase 'perfection' again and think too hard about whether I'm talented or not, there wouldn't be any stories written to prove that I can overcome those who are only a tiny bit more talented than me but put in less effort.

If I sought too much for recognition and inspiration from outside sources, then I'd might as well send my work to a publisher rather than keeping my work a hobby.

And if I truly wanted to write a story that isn't going to be dropped, then I must plan a consistent story in mind that has a beginning and end. I could only choose to write for my future self rather than the readers that might or may not be interested in my work.

Thank you for reading any be sure to comment if you want to request your own Analysis blog. Peace out~!

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

I've read all I could get my hands on. From Mangas to Comics. Western and eastern. After years of not finding anything that could satisfy me and my picky reading habits, I found them, Fan-Fictions. That's when I realized that a lot of the great stories I've read and games I've played were just Fan-Fics from older stories. Some would say they were inspired by them or would outright deny that it had anything to do with what they had created. 
But that's enough of my rambling. I could go on and on about this for hours, but that wouldn't be interesting, would it? The important thing and the point I was trying to make with what I previously stated, is my current predicament.

"So, have you decided where do you want to be reborn." Said The black, bald man in a white robe.

I've died. It was an awful mistake on my part. Reading while walking on the street can lead to very bad things. Is not that I didn't know it might happen. The Pokémon Go incidents made the news everywhere. I should've known better. Now I'm here, in a wide and white place, being offered to be reborn by an ascended. Not a God or a Goddess. This nice man explained to me what he was. An individual who ascended mortality or something like that. He offered reincarnation because he was bored and he could. I was just lucky to encounter him when I died. He told me dead was just the beginning, but he didn't specify the beginning of what. He just went right on to give me another option than the usual. Reincarnation. He didn't say what was there besides that. He gave time to think it over. As you might have noticed by now for my explanation, he didn't say much about what I would get into once I accepted or if I didn't. 
'Life is better than being dead,' I reasoned after a lot of thinking with the low amount of info I had. I was taking a leap of faith. I did not like it one bit. I'd rather know a lot about something before taking a risk. To hell to those shady folks that present you something and you have to decide on the spot. That's how you get screwed over.

"Good choice!" The man said, in a high spirit. "Now, where should I place you?" He asked himself with a pensive look on his face while massaging his chin with his right hand. "I know!" He declared with a finger snap from his right hand. "I'm sure you're going to like it." He looked my way.

"Like what?" I said, untrusting. 

"Do you know what Dragon Ball is?" He asked me.

"Yes," I replied bluntly. No knowing what that has to do with any of this.

The man smiled from ear to ear. "Then it's decided. You are going to the Dragon Ball universe."

I was shocked. "How am I going to a fictional world? That is insanity itself! What do you think I am? You might be an ascended or whatever. But place me in a fictional world?! How would that work? Will you place me in some kind of illusion?" I said, angry and feeling as if taken for some kind of moron that just takes everything at face value without questioning it.

He looked at me with a hurt demeanor. "Who said it was a fictional world? Who do you think I am? A devil? What wouldn't do that kind of broken and detestable deal without it being agreed upon beforehand." He looked away while crossing his arms.

I was surprised by such a response. I thought he would just say 'so?' and continued by stating who has the power and upper hand in this deal. I didn't expect this from a grown man of, I don't know how many, centuries old.

"Okay," I said, dragging the 'kay' part for three seconds.

The man fake cough three times and proceeded to say, "I should've seen that coming. The Dragon Ball universe is no some 'Fictional' world. It exists. A lot of the stories in your world exist in some kind of way in the vast multiverse. It just that some people, mostly writer, can see them without realizing it." He finished with a 'what do you think about that' face.

"I understand," I replied with a poker face.

"Let's just get you reincarnated so that I don't have to see you ever again." He said with a defeated tone. "Now, choose."

A screen showed up in front of me once the man said that. 'A fucking character selection screen!! What is this? A game?' I proceeded to scan through it. There was race selection, the planet of origin, among other things I won't mention because I can't select them. Heck, the only thing I can choose is my race. 'Screw it, I'm going to be a Saiyan.' Once I decided and picked the Saiyan race, the screen disappeared.

"I was hoping you'd choose a Namekian." The man said in a sorrowful tone. "I'll  give you something to spice things up." He snapped his right-hand fingers.

Initializing System Interface.

"What in the actual fu-" I tried to say, but was interrupted.

"Before you go ahead and start thinking it'll be as one of those crazy stories about game meets real life, which I guarantee you it is not, let me explain what this is." The man remarked. "The System Interface is just a way to make some things easier for you. The information you might not know for example."

"So it is a search engine," I said.

"You can say that." He nodded. "There are other features, but I don't know them all nor I know which ones are locked out for you right now."

"Locked out?" I questioned, mindlessly aloud.

"What? You expect me to hand you everything on a silver platter?" He raised his right brow. "Where's The fun in that?" He smiled.
I didn't know what to say to that. I stood there, stuck.

"I think that's everything. Have a nice new life!" He snapped his fingers and everything went dark.

System Interface has been fully integrated.

Initiating reincarnation protocol.

29% Transferred.

'At least I have this.' I thought.
100% Transferred.

"What name are you going to give him." A distance mainly voice said, coming from the darkness.

"I don't know. Let me think about it for a minute." A closer womanly voice said.

"Of course you don't know. You always leave things until the last moment, Sarada." The manly voice said, closer than before.

"No fair. You should come up with a name too, Sallot." Sarada. Her voice is so loud now. I think she is on top of me. "What about Tato?"

Tato? What kind of name is that?"Sallot said. I think he is right beside me for how loud his voice is now. "Karoto sounds better."
"If someone left you two give him either of those names, I think he might die from just hearing it." A different voice said, farther away than either Sarada or Sallot.

"Lettus, when did you arrive?" Sallot and Sarada said at the same time.

"I came as fast as I could when I heard that my sister was having my nephew. I couldn't have peace of mind thinking about the kind of name you two might give him." Lettus said in a sarcastic but worried tone.

"If you think you can do a better job, then go ahead," Sarada said.

"Yeah, go ahead." Sallot agreed.

"Ok." Lettus accepted. "But it won't be a Saiyan name. It'll be something better for the new generation that's bound to surpass the old if we die or aren't able to continue fighting." I could hear his voice getting closer as he talked. "His name will be Yamo, in honor of Yamoshi, the first and only Super Saiyan." I felt a hand rubbing my head.

"Yamo, eh. I'm not against it. What about you Sarada?" Sallot asked.

"I'm okay with it." She said in a normal tone. "Hello, Yamo!" She rubbed something against my face with a hyper tone.

I opened my eyes without realizing. They felt heavy. The first this I saw were three faces. A woman and a man with a moderate dark skin tone and white hair. Those must be Sarada and Lettus. And on the other side of Sarada, there was a man with a lighter dark tone of kin and deep blood red hair. That looks awesome. I hope I get either hair color.  Or my mix of the two.

"Look, look! He opened his eyes!" Sarada said, happily.

They all looked at me with smiles. So my adventure in the Dragonball universe begins.

Author: So I was writing and erasing every time I had a chapter for my other story, I felt it had something missing. So I decided to practice by doing a Fan Fic after reading some of them. Some of them almost made puke of how much they made me cringe. Now I'll make it justice my doing one. I don't have to create too deep of lore. I can just work around what's already there and fix some things I hated in the original work. Vegito being retcon. Launch being lost in limbo. No love for Tien Shinhan.

I'm writing here and in webnovel.com.

Synopsis:

I died and reincarnated in the Dragon Ball universe. This is how everything went down after I was reborn.

Upside down.
That's how the world looked like when Eli opened her eyes. It seemed that she had lost consciousness again after they returned from Venus's fabricated mirror world. Looking back, the hallway that time was immersed in citrine fluorescence, mellow streaks of the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window panes. The pleasant quietude could mean there's not a single soul out there when they arrived, which was probably a good thing.
"Are you seriously daydreaming right now?"
At that, Eli snapped out of her daze.
That's only when she fully digested the sight in front of her and realized why her everything just turned a hundred eighty degree. The ash-haired girl found herself inside the library, her mid-body tied up in a rope while hanging upside down from the ceiling. She looked like someone who just went bungee jumping.
Then, she saw Hal smirking in front of her.
"No way. You've gone deaf?" he jested, which she didn't find humorous at all.
Much to her flummox, he suddenly fished his revolver out of his pocket and pointed it at her, an ominous smile gracing his face. Then everything finally clicked in her head.
"W-Wait! Hal, this is me! Eli, your classmate! I'm not Venus anymore!" she frantically clarified, panicking at the sight of the deadly object.
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
With that, Hal finally lowered the weapon, making Eli sigh in relief. For some reason, she felt like she'd be wanting to do that more later on.
A few minutes already passed by but she remained dangling in mid-air like an idiot. She's starting to sweat at how peculiar Hal was acting at the moment. It's like seeing another side of the coin for the first time – one she never knew existed. Then again, she just found out his secret earlier, which she believed wasn't just a normal one that he'd easily let anyone who discovered it make it out alive. Perhaps, she's in for a much bigger trouble than she thought or worse, a planned assassination.
"Umm..."
Eli tried to converse, but she really felt like gagging at how weird all of these are.
Hal suddenly yanked a chair from who knows where, placed it in front of her, and flopped his bottom on it with a thud. With a smug expression, he propped his chin over the back of his hand, elbow resting on his knee, and looked at her with amusement.
"Never thought you'd be the first to know our secret," he started, grinning condescendingly.
Eli felt like being interrogated for a crime. What's more, she never thought it's the ever courteous Hal who'd be doing it.
Seriously, she didn't see any of this coming – not his bumptious mien nor his failure to sugarcoat his minacious remarks.
"I think you figured it out at some point but let me formally introduce myself. I'm Harrison Louen, eighteenth generation Emperor of Aristia. Like that crazy woman earlier, I'm a fictional character from one of the books you borrowed the other day. It wasn't supposed to fall into someone else's hands but oh well... Damage was done."
Eli flinched at the deflated tone on his last words. Now that she thinks about it, Hal's full name is Harrison Louen, the name of the main protagonist of the book. She should really practice memorizing names and people's faces from now on.
"S-So you're really that protagonist in the book... T-Then, were you also reincarnated or something?" she stammered to which he only guffawed in reply.
"Pfft...! As if. That's what that woman thought, at least. In case you haven't read the ending yet, I didn't die, you know... Oh, spoiler warning."
"You're supposed to say spoiler warning first. And I already finished it, so no hard feelings."
"For real?! In just one day?"
"In five hours. I've read it the night after I borrowed it."
"Wow... That explains those panda eyes, then."
"Hey!"
At this point, Hal's image as a gentleman who knows what delicacy means completely crumbled in Eli's head. Besides, they should be talking about something more important than her unsightly guise.
Then, as if he just read her mind, Hal's playful vibe suddenly turned foreboding, hooded amber eyes brimming with menace. "So then, care to explain how my mortal enemy ended up in your body?" he asked, voice low and intimidating.
Eli tried her best to ignore the shivers running down her spine at the moment, and tremulously explained everything that happened, starting from Venus's appearance on the mirror one morning up to the reason why she was alone in that hallway earlier. As she kept on rambling, she noticed how his stony look slowly contorted into a burdened one.
It seemed like this whole mess was gnawing at him more than it did to her.
Hal then heaved a sigh once she finished talking.
"While you're telling me all that, are you aware of your current situation? To tell you the truth, you're now stepping on thin ice. Once it broke, you might never return to your normal life," he questioned, voice and expression devoid of any jest.
Now, she could certainly feel the gravity of the situation.
"We're not reincarnated, but were literally sent out from the Book of Metis. Unlike the Empress who claimed to awaken to a second life, our lives in this universe are just a continuation – leaving off from wherever the story ended. We're fictional characters who're now living amongst humans of this world, blending in while disguised as normal people. Now, then..." he suddenly trailed off before standing from his chair and sauntering to her, their faces now only inches apart.
"Wanna break the ice?"
Smoky. His voice came out smoky, perplexing her even more. Eli then blushed at their proximity, utterly dumbfounded at his audacious action. With such a small gap between them, she could smell his soft, cool water fragrance that wafts her nostrils like the scent of ocean breeze. She didn't really want to bother herself noticing all these, especially in this situation, but she simply couldn't help it.
Too absorbed in her train of thoughts, Eli wasn't able to decipher his words.

"Where a bookworm's love for reading, fused with a little touch of magic, gives birth to a half-heroine and half-villainess protagonist...."

Grey hair, thick glasses and a gloomy appearance overall - though an outstanding student, everyone steers clear of Angelica "Eli" Claes. Unable to make friends due to her nerdy mien, Eli often drowns herself in the world of fiction, but then, with the appearance of the ever popular Student Council at her precious oasis, trouble leads to another.
 
The most befuddling thing is when she gained the memories of the antagonist in a fantasy novel she'd been reading - a villainous empress who fell on her own blade, Venus. Ever since, she found herself causing troubles to the esteemed Student Council instead -

The perfect Student Council President who's all smiles and sparkles, the charming and blithesome Vice President, the gallant Public Information Officer known for being a social butterfly, and a certain classmate of hers sought
 by every Sports Club at school yet chose to work as a library assistant instead? 

Little did the bookworm know that these people aren't really who they appear to be.

(UPDATES ONE TO TWO CHAPTERS A DAY)

Disclaimer: I still don't own Naruto.

I am most certainly not among giants. This I determined because I accidentally wave a hand in front of my face confused by the semi-mobility of my limbs after a car crash.

It is not my long-fingered, calloused hand with neatly trimmed nails to type better essays with. It is pudgy and soft. The fingers are small and chubby, and I can't force them to open and close properly. It is a newborn baby's hand. The fact shocks me into a complete silence with nary a whisper.

I am a baby. I am a baby. I AM A BAB— Dear lord. Where am I?

Alas, having a baby's vision, I am unable to make out the people around me. I wouldn't be able to properly focus for at least a month or two more, if I'd remembered how much I slept correctly. Which I probably didn't, now that I thought a bit about it.

Alright. There's no way to tell where I am. There's not going to be one for a while. So why am I a baby?

The only thought that I could possibly come up with is that I had died and my sister had very much seen my crushed body at the bus stop. And now my consciousness has been replanted elsewhere.

But the details eluded me. I simply couldn't remember their faces or my own. Did I have blonde or black hair, were my eyes blue, green, brown, grey?

Mama had believed in a form of Buddhism, but I never claimed to or really believed in being reborn elsewhere. Hell, I didn't even believe in God. I hadn't met a god between my death, and subsequent rebirth either. Yet here I am, a baby again.

Someone must have made a cosmic error. That thought amused me, picturing the amount of punishment that poor apprentice shinigami must be enduring due to the cosmic fuck up.

I don't have a clean slate, I have a partially scrapped one.

I pass my days in the semblance of a demon baby from the deepest pit of hell. My new parents must have be exhausted by my constant screaming and crying, but I'm not in the mind frame to be considerate of them.

Dad. Mama. Sis. It's almost cathartic to just scream and hope they understood that I don't want them to be upset about my death.

I love them. They are my family.

The logical part of my brain told me that technically since I died, I have a new family, new parents and everything and that I really ought to move on with my new life, and to not spend so much morbid time thinking about whether or not I was being buried, or if I was forgotten or—

It didn't help.

The first time my eyes focus enough to make out things above me, I am greeted by the sight of a dog. A big, black dog with an eye patch.

I scream.

"Oi. Be quiet."

I pause screaming for a moment. "uah?" The dog talks?

"Of course, I talk. Silly Hana" I'm Hana?

"Yes." The dog waves his tail in my direction, and I unconsciously reach for it. He pulls it away very quickly. "You're rather more aware than I thought you would be."

"Buah?" What? I'm having a conversation?

"Then, most puppies are more mobile than you by now with much less sense. It must be because you're a human child. The name's Kuromaru, pup. Welcome to the family." With another flick of his tail, Kuromaru moves away.

A dog with an eye patch named Kuromaru who talked. I certainly had no capacity to actually think thoughts towards dogs and be understood before. And my own name is Hana.

It cannot possibly be. I don't think it is, but let's wait until Mom and Dad come back to see if it's actually true

Mom, or the woman that I assume is Mom since I'd never been able to make out anyone's face properly before, sweeps into the room somewhat later. She's wearing a green jacket.

"Kuromaru says..." I'm not paying too much attention to what Kuromaru had said as she picks me up. She has a forehead protector and two very familiar triangle tattoos on her face.

Her hair is dark brown and wild.

She has fangs which I see when she smiles.

My name is Hana.

Kuromaru must be her dog. He could talk.

"So whaddya think, Little Nose?"

So it actually is true then.

"Buah." I say and curse every god I could possibly think of. I'm in Naruto universe? I died and now I'm fictional? How is this fair?

Tsume Inuzuka picks me up. "I thought you'd want to meet them, too. They've just been born, same as you, and you'd want to choose your partner." Choose my partner—Hana had three dogs. What were their names again?

I couldn't remember their names. The thing is, I hadn't been all that interested in remembering anything about the life of Hana Inuzuka back when I'd watched Naruto the first time around. She just isn't a main character. Caught between Kakashi's generation and Naruto's, there wasn't a whole lot going on with her. She's mainly just Kiba's older sister that didn't interact with anyone.

I'm sure I'll know soonish?

"And here they are." Tsume sets me down inside a pen. "So, who do you like more?" I gurgle. Hana kept all three of them in canon, right? Why'd she have three when everyone else seemed to be alright with just the one?

"New friend!" "New friend!" "Play!" Suddenly I was surrounded by three furry faces and three wet noses. All three of them. The Haimaru Triplets.

"Play!" "Play!" "Play!" Can't yet. If I could understand them, and Kuromaru. Surely they'd understand me.

Not very big. Play later?

"No play?" Play later. Names first?

"Name?" "Name?" "Name?" They were exhausting and absolutely identical in almost every way.

I'm Hana. I think, and try to figure something out, because clearly, whatever Hana had named them the first time around wasn't going to work. I have no clue what their separate names were, and now isn't the time for me to remember.

"Hana!" "Hana!" "Hana!"

Ichi, Ni, and San, I think with mild sarcasm. What else are they besides thing one, thing two, and thing three?

"Ichi." "Ni." "San!" Oh no. Are they serious? Oh no.

"Ichi!" "Ni!" "San!" They are serious.

"Alright. I think that's enough for today. You look tired, Hana." I am promptly picked up and moved back to my crib. And that, is how I broke canon just a little by naming Hana's dogs.

A.N. Hello Lovely People. Thanks for favoriting following and reviewing!

Special shout out to R-Dizzle for being the first reviewer of this massive self indulgence.

I find it kind of sad that Hana's dogs are simply known as the Haimaru triplets. They don't have their own names in canon, although perhaps they've been named by fanon. At any rate, Hana has no clue what they are named, and thus they've been inadvertently named One, Two, and Three. Not much better, but still a step up from 'Hey, you there.'

Until next time!

~Tavina

Updated 1-31-2019

"So, Nee-san,"

"Adding a 'O' before 'nee' and '-chan' instead of '-san' would make it cuter." She remarks.

"Cuter, yes. Childish, also yes. And I wouldn't want that to be added to my image." I say and continue before she can retort, "Why am I here?"

"That's a good question. Unfortunately, I can't answer." Priscina says. Well, to be frank, Priscina's A.I. says but I'll rather just refer to her as Priscina.

"You can't answer?" I ask with a questioning gaze, "Is that because you don't know the answer or choose to not tell me?"

"The former – I don't know why you are here."

A swift answer, probably the truth.

"Fine, then what do you know, sis?"

"Stick with 'Nee-san', will you? It sounds better." Priscina says, instead of answering my question.

"Look, sis … Nee-san … whatever, could you please answer my questions more seriously?" I say with a slightly annoyed expression.

"I would definitely take it more seriously if you were asking the questions you really should be asking – instead of wasting time with gibberish like that." She says with a dark expression and stretches her wing, "Ask the right questions and I'll answer."

Oh boy! What are the 'right' questions, now? How am I supposed to ask them if I don't even know what they are?

"Seriously, cut your little brother some slack, sis." I say with a pleading expression (fake) and arms spread wide to show that I am at my wit's end (fake) and that I am desperately seeking her aid (sadly, not fake).

"Hah! No." And even after all that, she just blatantly refuses to help. Come on!

"Please, sis!"

"Try again." She says with folded arms and a smirk on her face. Fine, I guess I can be a little cringe once in a while.

"Please, Nee-san!"

"I'll think about it." She says casually brushing her fingers where there is nothing to brush.

This … this … damnit! I can't even feel right with calling her names. I guess there is no other way out now.

"Please, Onee-chan!" I finally admit defeat and say so and just as I do that,

"Sure." She says with a grin and, "How about we play a game?"

"I don't w-"

"Okay, it's a pretty simple game really."

"I'm not inter-"

"I will tell you a word and you'll have to say the first thing that comes to find when you hear it."

"…"

"Something wrong?"

You are forcing me to play a game in a crisis of a situation and are asking me if there's something wrong. Well, whatever!

"Fine!" I have heard of this game I guess. It's more psychological than I was expecting when she mentioned playing a game. Who knows? She might actually answer my questions after this game.

 "Alright then, let's start." She says and points at me as she says, "You?"

"That's the first word?" I inquire.

"Yeah, what comes to mind?" She answers.

"Awesome!" I mean, to be fair, I am pretty awesome, right? Right!? Um … right?

Well, whatever! I won the favorite character poll. That makes me awesome!

"Okay then," she points to herself and says, "Me?"

That's probably the second word. "Cute." So, I answer.

"Aw … that's so sweet of you." She says and continues before I can say anything, "Jason?"

"Todd." I say.

"What!?" She makes a face like she doesn't understand.

"Todd. Jason Todd. He's a fictional character." Hearing that, Priscina sighs and looks disappointed, "I was kinda expecting a little more reaction. But well, let's give another try – Kylie?"

"Graceful."

That, as far as I know, is what Kylie means, so that's the answer. She again looks disappointed though. What answers was she expecting anyway?

"Okay, fine." She says and continues our little game with, "Kaylith?"

"Uh … well, no idea." I feel like there's something I want to say but nothing comes to mind. She would probably be disappointed again after hearing that answer. However, when I look at her, to my surprise, she is smiling and is slowly heading towards me. At about 2 meters away from me, she stops and asks the next, "Mage-craft?"

"… Angels." She looks at me with curious eyes, as if asking why I would say that, and so I tell her the answer, "An Angel was the reason I came to know about mage-craft."

She smiles and says, "No, that's not true." She asks the next before giving me time to say anything, "Glice?"

"This realm."

"That's the thing that comes to your mind? Not the fact that it's your surname?" She asks with a smile.

"I don't really have any connection with this name other than that I have to write it on my legal documents."

"Hmm … okay. Next – Lucifer?"

"Nice guy." I say casually but she smirks at that and says,

"Yeah right. Aknin Vielos?"

"Well, uh … bitch!" I do have a fair amount of a reason to call her that I think.

Priscina looks at me and smiles like I'm a naughty child. "Memory?"

"Id."

"Really? Why id?" She asks with a curious gaze.

"Don't know. That's the first thing that came to mind so I just said it." It's true. I myself don't know why that came to mind.

I mean, memory and id are definitely two things that are not unconnected but I really doubt that was a normal response.

"Okay, that works." She moves on with the game and pulls out quite a card, "Roswaisa?"

"… Angel."

"You're lying." She says while narrowing her eyes on me.

"I'm what?" I try to act innocent but-

"That wasn't the first word that came to your mind." –it doesn't work.

"…" I try to stay silent but she keeps staring at me and seems to be intent on doing so until I say the word that first came to my mind, so I do, "Responsibility."

"Responsibility? Of what?" She asks.

"Of saving her. My plan got her killed. I have a responsibility to change that outcome if I can."

"You do? Alright!" Priscina walks two steps, closing a meter between us, and continues, "God?"

"What do you say? Want to have a dance with the darkness?"
-Dues ex machina

The 'god' told him that the world was lost without her, she told him so right after she destroyed everything. But he, Irium Glice, denies what she says.

So she gave him a proposal - a chance to prove his point - to see everything that she had seen and then deny her words. That is what began the journey through the darkest corners of the world, a journey that would change everything forever. 

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[ "" - conversation] ['' - thinking] 
My name was Arthur, my back story is not that good.
I was a bioengineer, I received many awards for contributing to society. Creating many cures for various diseases.  But my last job was well I will say shitty painful. Like literally.
Well, my last sponsor wanted to create a cure that could cure cancer. It sounds impossible but not impossible what happened later. 
I did my research, It was fun for me. Yes fun, Why? What could a F*ing Introvert do than doing boring 9 to 5 job? No wife, no children, no parents. And being an Introvert with an average face well not a social guy as well.
So Yeah, life was pretty good even though I did not have anyone I found my talent in boring Biology & for my talent I did make friends. But what could you do when you trust the wrong people.
What I wanted to create was a cure for Cancer. And how do you do that? The only possible medical explanation was that you need a good enough healing factor. But…
Well you see, our body was perfectly balanced with a good healing factor. If you increase the healing factor well you for some shitty reason become a certain marvel Hero. 
Not Spiderman but Deadpool.
Sorry for geeking out. But when you have a great amount of healing factor your body ages fast as well. But that's what will happen. I created a formula for it. 
And you gusted my sponsor wanted nothing to do with Creating a cure for cancer they wanted our team to make a Supersoldier serum. I wasn't aware of that. 
Because they thought I would not make it. Of course, I won't you dumb people it will create another world war.
And when you are naïve enough like me you get backstabbed. But luckily or unlikely I found out. So I injected myself with the untested formula. 
When I was on the brink of death. And it saved me gave me power comparable to 10 times of normal limit. 
So I wanted to run. I was half successful with it. But I made a crucial mistake in the last part of my escape. 
I always had a crush for a certain someone. But she ignored me, I thought of her a goddess but found a devil. Well, she actually liked me but more was jealous of me for being good at my job.
When I was free. I moved to another country. But one day out of pure accident I saw her. She confessed her love towards me and well….
I was trapped and they torched me to get the formula. But lucky my untested Super soldier serum had a great flaw that was nullification to all pain. 
And well that was a funny part. I had acted for 3 years of being afraid, paranoid, mentally broken. And I did not even help them. I could give my self an Oscar or two for my flawless performance.
And for having a good healing factor It was very hard for me to kill my self. I wanted to die. 
Though my healing factor was not as good as Wolverine I could take a good beating and come back alive. But that was all. I can regrow little limbs like fingers and D... Ok moving on.
I found my next biggest flaw that was I could not control my strength. In the last 3 years though I did not even exercise I was gaining strength and a good muscle density. But I could not control It. And I found a great Idea for Killing myself.
They could not get the formula out of me. So they tried the next best thing that was mind control. But it was getting boring of being tortured. So I moved my neck as fast as I could. SNAP… and voila I could feel pain again. That's Sucks.
As I was crying shitless from pain all over my body. Even breathing was hard for me. I also could not see it was all blurry. Well, I did snap my own neck.
Time-skip-no-jutsu….
I found myself being reincarnated. Well, I thought that it was quite funny when I knew my name.
Sasuke Uchiha. Yes, the character I hated most. I really hated him in Naruto. 
Like you can see from childhood he had good looks and what does he do with it ignore girls. That grow up to be comparable to a supermodel. F him. Yes, I hated him because I was jealous.
But on the good side when I heard my name I was laughing my ass out. Like who names their children after a fictional character. The next thing I will see is people blowing Fireball out of their mouths. Hahaha.
Oh, another Funny thing is my big bros name is Itachi. 
.
BOOOOM…..
'WTF. Was that. Huh, why is my Bro running.'
"Don't worry Sasuke. I will protect you." He said looking at my face.
'Please tell me I am being pranked. I am not in Naruto, am I? F**k me. No clam down Aurther. No need to be…. Holy Shit.'
I saw a giant Bolder was coming towards me. Itachi jumped and broke the bolder with a kick. My Baby Jaw dropped.
.
After the attack of the Nine-Tails.
'Nope, I am in Naruto. Sigh well at least I will get good friends at least. Why me. Ok did I get a System or something.'
"Sawam" 'F me and my vocal cord. Ok a regular baby takes two years for developing his Vocal Cord. But that was real-world logic. That does not work here. Let me see. I should develop my Vocal cord within a year.'
I am now playing with my brother. 'He is a really a kind child. Sigh. This world is super messed up.
Like isn't there any Uncle Ben in this world. With Great Power comes Great Responsibility stuff. Sigh Ok, I could not do anything in my world with my powers but I will help this world with my power.'
As though I clenched my baby fist. Ok, at least one of my childhood dreams is granted. And I have a family as well.

This story is currentlly paused. Will continue after 7/15/2020.

A guy named Aurther died and was reincarnated as Sasuke Uchiha.
See how he tries to save everyone he loves while making a legend for himself.
..............................................................
First of all English is not my first language so it will have a lot of grammar mistakes. And I will try to fix them so when you see mistakes don't hesitate to pin them out.
And I will slightly change some events to make the novel more interesting. So some timelines and events will be made by me. But  I will try to follow as much of the canon as possible.

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