Naruto fanfic for now

A story I am writing out of boredom. There will not really be a consistency in the chapter releases. If I have spelling mistakes, feel free to point them out (also I am British so my English might be differently spelt than the American counterparts) Also I apologise that i'm a terrible at using Microsoft Paint.

In an endless white void, a man awakens in panic.
He can`t be blamed for reacting that way, He looked around as he thought about what happened to him before he arrived in this white space.


He was rereading one of his favorite novels just to pass the time and wait because the story was ongoing. He is your usual guy who lives on his own 20 years of age and likes reading novels and watching anime etc. While he was rereading his fav novel called Emperor's domination an add popped up on his phone which asked the following question. ' Would you like to reincarnate into one of your favorite novel, world, anime, manga, comics etc.?'  and below the question, he could click yes or No. At first, he was surprised and a little taken back by the question but after a couple seconds of thinking, he thought why not Maybe this is my chance to reincarnate in on of my favorite anime like all the novels I have been reading on web novels and other websites. 




After he pressed yes a couple of questions followed and he answered them all.
Then it happened He got teleported away by a bright white light that out of nowhere came from his phone and he finds himself in this white space.


"Calm Down Peter there is no need to panic," He told himself to encourage himself a little.
"My voice..... uhm!  Why do I sound like Goku Black"? he thought as his hand went to his hair.
It felt spikey and faced in all different directions in an attempt to defy gravity and oddly enough it felt soft. Then it occurred to him a question he had to answer before he got here.
'What for bloodline and body would you like to have?' 



"So that happened," He said as he slowly started to calm down and ask about the powers he asked for and the items he wanted. For some odd reason, he could only ask for 3 items and 3 abilities.
For abilities, he asked to be a Saiyan and to have the body of Goku black and his memories.
He also asked for the powers of Uchiha Madara and his memories.
He also asked for the library of the heavens path.



As if answering his question the white space shook a little and 3 items appeared before him.
And a lot of memories started to flood his mind, he started to hold his head in pain from the memories of 3 different individuals entering his mind, He eventually passed out on the spot.
After an hour he woke up holding his head.
"Uhhgg That hurt," He said as he looked around.
He could see 3 items in front of him. A silver ring a Magical staff and a bag the size of his palm full of Senzu beans and a Note with the info on how to grow Senzu beans and how to nature them with Ki.


The time ring of Goku black.


Functions.
- Ability to travel through time unhindered.
-Ability to travel from realms/dimensions.
- Needs to absorb a lot of energy to activate.
-to activate for travel all you need is to say Where you want to go and which year
-First travel is Free.


When he saw the silver time ring and the green earrings, He immediately went to the silver ring and put it on his forefinger, The potara earrings came in green with the ring as well. He put them on and started looking at the ring. 


"Bring me to the world called Earthland The year x764," he said out loud.
The ring started to glow and it fired silver energy, after a few moments a purple portal open in front of him. 


" HAHAHAahahahha-Muwahahahah! S U B A R A S H II" A huge creepy Goku black like grin appearing on his face.
"Earthland here I come, Prepare to meet a God, " He said as he dived head first into the portal and lost consciousness.
He was so excited that he forgot about being turned into a Saiyan child around the age of 1 year. The purple portal closed after he dived into it.



An old martial artist walked alongside a river in the mountains where he lives.
While walking he heard The cries of a child and went in search for it.
He found the crying child and went and picked him up. What is a child doing here in the mountains he thought.
"Easy now little guy shhh stop crying now," He said to the baby.

Peter was so tired right now, all his energy was used up climbing out of the space ship that has crashed. He was somehow able to distance himself from where the spaceship has crashed with his small body.

He was surprised that the little fellow had a tail and there was also a ring and 2 green earrings on the side where the child laid with a note, which said " His name is Madara, Madara Uchiha " 
"Madara is your name huh. Well, little Madara Grandpa is going to take care of you from now on" He said as he collected the note with the ring and earrings and went towards his house with his new grandson.

MC wakes up in the body of Goku black and gets reincarnated in the fairytale world.
With the powers of Madara

Disclaimer. I DO NOT OWN DBS or Fairytale.


The story is inspired by Heroman45 who wrote a dragon ball z and fairytale crossover called Escalation. fanfiction.net
and CaptainBoyHole.

It was late at night, it was cold, very cold outside.
A young man sitting on a chair in his room in front of his computer looked through the closed window at the falling snow with half open eyes
"Another snowy day, fortunately for me, it is weekend, a cup of hot cocoa in hand and no work to do, which means I am free to do what I want, nothing beats these warm and relaxing moments"
The young man took a sip from the cup as he looked at the computer screen in front of him.
He was browsing some websites for reviews to decide which movie to watch, he got a few titles in mind but couldn't make a decision which to watch first, till his eyes landed on a certain comment
"Superman is the worst of the worst, a stupid jerk that thinks he is the best one out there, he is an idiot, an idiot I say, foolish, barbaric, brainless …"
The young man skipped the comment, he didn't feel like continuing to read that comment, thus skipped it to read another one
"Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! a stupid line fitting a stupid person, man of steel they call him, more like man of failure, an idiot by all means, a weak feeble little man that can't even get a date…"
The young man again skipped another comment as it seemed ridiculous to read it any further, thus skipped it to another
"A looser, he is nothing but a looser, all brawn and no brain, a stupid buffoon that is what superman is, a looser and nothing but a piece of garbage that shouldn't exist, a superfluous creature that…"
The young man was surprised reading the comments, the person who wrote them, seemed like they hated the superman character a lot, the comments sometimes ridiculous and sometimes childish but always offensive and they were getting worse and worse the more the young man read, and to make things more strange the person who wrote all those hate comments was one and probably the same person as they didn't stop there but wrote a lot more on other websites too, any website that allowed comments on DC movies, the same person would be there to write something, and every time they wrote a comment, it would be a hate comment, cursing and ridiculing the superman character, not the actor, neither the voice actor nor the movie but the character.
"What is wrong with this person? Why does he keep doing this? Why is no one saying anything to him?" the young man furrowed his brows as he read more than thirty hate comments and there were lots and lots more that he either skipped or didn't see them, all of them posted by the same person.
"Mr Mxy" the youth repeated the nickname of the person responsible of all the hate comments he read.
The young man wasn't a stranger to the Dc universe and lots of its characters, he was a fan to say the least.
"Choosing that for a nickname and writing things like that on all of those websites, is that guy alright in the head? I don't think he is just acting or joking, those comments are offensive no matter how I look at them"
The young man held his head as he pondered
"There are lots of people obsessed with comics and super hero movies, and when it came to DC, probably the most known characters are superman, batman, flash, wonder woman, cyborg and green lantern… fans would debate over them like, who is better than who? or what makes this super hero special than the others? And sometimes which actor portrayed the super hero's character better, etc…
Some like to dress up like their favorite characters in certain events like the anime conventions, some geeks however do take their 'enthusiasm' to the max and causing problems in lots of situations whether online or in real life, could this Mr Mxy be one of those geeks? if so why is he acting like superman killed his father or something, what is he going to such lengths to ruin a fictional character's image for? Perhaps, he is trying to make a point? But the comments are nothing but hatred with no apparent reason in them, is he sane?"
The young man was baffled by the comments of this Mr Mxy, he thought the guy might be joking or playing some sort of weird prank, after all, lots of people use the internet and some of those people are weirdos, but even so, shouldn't the moderators do something about those comments? And the stranger thing was, why no one said anything to this Mr Mxy? The young man was full of questions, in a sense, he was curious.
The young man cracked his knuckles, took another sip of his hot cocoa and started typing, he didn't like the fact that no one said anything to this Mr Mxy the most, he thought that he should tell him a piece of his mind otherwise he won't be able to choose any of the movies he wanted to see nor have a good night sleep later, because he would be thinking about why no one said anything to this Mr Mxy, the young man was somewhat a bit of a perfectionist or rather, psychologists might say that his personality is suffering a bit from an obsessive compulsive disorder.
"What is your problem with superman? ten websites! I browsed ten websites so far and in all of them you keep badmouthing superman, why are acting like an evil little imp? Is it because of that nickname? Well, guess what? You are a disgrace, you must be rejected by everyone because of that stupid mouth of yours, shame on you…"
Writing thoughts, the young man felt satisfied, now that he said what he had in mind, he can finally go back and decide what movie to watch.
[You like superman eh?]
"What?" the young man jumped from his seat at the sudden voice he heard
"Who is there?" the young man startled, he shouted as he looked around 
"Where are you hiding? Show yourself!" the young man didn't seem afraid 
[Bravo! Normally people would panic, but you want me to show myself? Haha, well alright then] the voice again said
Assuming what seemed like a defensive pose, the young man kept looking around, to tell the truth he was somehow thinking he might be delusional, after all he was tired a lot but wanted to take the chance to watch a movie or two since he might not find the chance some other day later, he thought that maybe he should be asleep right now or maybe he did fall asleep and he didn't realize it till now?
The young man was confused and lost in thought as he kept looking left and right in that closed room however his wait didn't last for long, in fact it was only a moment or few seconds as a figure suddenly started to take shape in front of him out of nowhere.
The young man opened his eyes wide as the figure quickly turned into a short man that was a little bit over one meter tall, one would mistake him for a child if it weren't for his face and attire, a purple suit and big shiny black shoes, a childish playful expression on his face as his big forehead was overshadowed by the a big purple top hat, that short man kept smiling as his big eyes were gazing at the young man.
"Greeting earthling of this dimension, you can call me Mister Mxyzptlk or Mr Mxy or any of the names you know me by as in those works of 'fiction' in this world, the ones you people call 'action comics', I am a fifth-dimension imp with powers beyond your wildest imaginations, but I assume no introductions are needed, right?" the short man said as he bowed like a gentleman.
The young man didn't respond as he was somewhat shocked by what he heard and seeing.
"So? You like superman eh? Let us play a game, shall we?" Mr Mxy said
"You dared to oppose me, a human with no powers like you dared to say that to me and for WHAT? FOR THAT PIECE OF TRASH CALLED SUPERMAN" Mr Mxy's tone suddenly turned serious, somewhat grim and scary as he slowly flew towards the young man that looked as if he was petrified
"Nevertheless, I like being fair, so I will give you chance to try and prove me wrong, not that I expect you to be able to do anything but… you like superman, right?" Mr Mxy made a scary expression at that moment as he pointed and with a light move, he hit the young man on his head, not giving him any chance to say a word nor wait for him to understand what just happened 
"Remember, no coming back unless you prove me wrong, bye~" Mr Mxy said so while waving his small hand as he looked at the young man who fell down losing his consciousness from that hit that looked light and harmless.
The young man slowly closed his eyes as he fainted, it was till some time later that he woke up, his vision hazy at first but soon better and much clearer than ever, no it was too much better that he couldn't understand what he was seeing and perceiving…
In a room that was neatly decorated with furniture that he definitely didn't see nor buy before, the young man jumped from his somewhat larger than usual bed, looking around, his eyes fell on his reflection in a tall standing mirror… moments later a surprised shout was heard from that room
"I AM SUPERMAN?!!!"

A young man while online browsing for a movie to watch, read somewhat upsetting comments, unable to leave without saying anything he commented his thoughts unaware of the consequences of such act...
“So? You like superman eh? Let us play a game, shall we?” 
Alas, because of a blunder, a normal young man of modern age finds himself in the world of DC comic as none other but Superman

It was the 3rd month of Tanatswa's unemployment and things weren't looking up for him. He had surfed the web for companies that would put to use his programming skills, even submitting his CV to businesses that didn't seem like they would need an IT person, but alas, his efforts were met with no responses and harsh berating from his mother. He had been called lazy even though he dedicated the entire day to emailing more than 300 companies. Things were tough but his parental figure's scolding didn't make it easier. Some people got jobs through nepotism, knowing who is who in the market, and the fact that' that piece of networking advantage was lacking in his arsenal of talents, made him feel seriously fucked. 



Even when he did get replies and went for interviews, it almost always seemed as if for some reason, he didn't meet their requirements. Tanatswa took his time to learn more web development frameworks and useful tools like Angular.js, Bootstrap and even advanced forms of PHP. He believed that he could impress a potential employer if he closed the gap of knowledge he had concerning things he needed to know as a developer. The growth was ever so slightly an improvement that made him more competent and capable of handling much more complex software projects, but alas, even that effort didn't pay off. This was undoubtedly a dark time for this young man's life.

 

During this period of his life, Tanatswa tried to find outlets to make money, even returning to the skill sets he had given up on to pursue his education. Though, if was being completely honest with himself, he had barely made it through university. He graduated with a 3rd class degree and finally cleared his tuition debt. He wasn't one to keep debts and liked to owe no one anything, but realized that most of the business tycoons he had read about didn't pay their taxes and owed a lot of money to the government. This made him consider whether or not he felt good about being a debt free person who is also broke and unemployed. The thought would make him feel like shit and he would avert his mind onto other matters, matters like getting back to drawing his comic and entering it for an online contest or pursuing a youtube channel that never really experienced any growth. 



Tanatswa had liked art and also partly chose a computer science program because of his interest in game design and the marvelous art that was accompanied with video games. His art skills were rusty but he knew that with a little effort he could get back into it and level up in the skill chain. Apart from farming the coding knowledge on the internet, he would now dedicate his time to improving his gaming skills and killing time with anime youtubers. This was rather a pathetic lifestyle as compared to the expectations that society expected from someone like him.  

 

Tanatswa went through a gradual slump in his life, but was neither an overt trouble maker and got along with most people, exhibiting manners and respect towards people of all walks in life. However, this wasn't always the case for people who he found annoying or deemed insufferable. The pool of friends that this young man had was small and even he didn't believe that he had anyone he would classify to be his best friend. Whenever he felt depressed or wanted to have a discussion about a show he liked, he didn't have anyone to really indulge him in an interesting conversation. Even if he couldn't do it face to face with someone, the online options weren't always to his liking. Going on forums or even the discord servers to find someone like minded was as tasking as getting a job. 



Sometimes the fun people were there, but their appearance was rare and having to filter through the trolls, memers and the perverts who could not get into intellectual discussions peeved him a lot. He eventually got frustrated and barely used any of those platforms. Facebook, twitter and even Instagram got boring for him. Even youtube slowly began to lose its sparkle. Shows that seemed to have their shine became repetitive and he no longer saw any value in consuming their content. This would propel him to search for other content creators, but when he would find their stuff, after a while he would get bored. The young man felt bewildered by this gradual decline in interest and worried about his mood swings.

 

After a while, Tanatswa had two websites up, one as a web application and another as just a normal site. He thought that maybe due to a lack of a portfolio that maybe he had been side lined from job opportunities because of that and decided to send a link of his work included to his attached CV. This happened at the same time as he was about to finish drawing his comic which he was going to submit to a contest. He was thinking that if things were not going to work out on this Japanese site he would take his material to either webtoons or tapastic. He was now in his 5th month of unemployment and he really wanted his efforts to pay off. As he expected, the inclusion of his finished works made a difference and he got called for just 2 interviews. However, this didn't go as he expected.

 

At interview number one, the tall 6 feet tall, ebony skinned, skinny Tanatswa, came in to an office that was at the outskirts of town. He was well dressed, and looked super dashing in his light grey suit, beige shirt and black tie, accompanied with crimson shoes. He didn't have the broad shoulders to finesse his appearance but at least the tailor had made a suit that matched his body type. He walked into the building that looked more like a home that was being repurposed to be a working environment. There the young man went through the process of telling the secretary that he had an appointment with the head of IT there. The woman on the desk who had a nice face but a body that was in desperate need of exercise, made a phone call. Tanatswa waited and darted his eyes everywhere. 



The place looked kind of interesting and there were a lot of certification frames placed all over the wall and as always, the picture of the president of the country was on the wall. The place looked homely, but eventually, Tanatswa's time for his face to face with his potential employer was about to begin. A stocky man who was light skinned, wearing a striped shirt and black trousseaus called for him. Tanatswa followed the man's lead and meet him in his office. There Tanatswa was grilled about his intentions for working at the company, and the shock of his life came from when he got to see how his 2 websites looked on the man's device. The employer had a Mac desktop and its screen dimensions were extremely wide and everything he worked looked different on it. Some of the icons were off and looked like shit.



 Tanatswa opted for the man to check how the website looked on his phone and laptop, lucky for him, the man gave it a shot despite getting an immediate negative impression from the desktop orientation of his websites on his Mac. The websites looked fine on the other devices, but the fact that he had missed one mark had messed his chances. Finally they gave him an aptitude test to see whether or not he could demonstrate real coding capabilities. 



Tanatswa was given a website that was done by some company that wanted it revamped, but the source code seemed like an abomination. It was well commented but it was clearly a template that was reworked by some tasteless developer who left a mess. It was chore to go through and even more of a struggle to find all ids and classes used for everything. Going through the mess took a while and soon enough, his time limit was over. The end result was that they would assess his performance and give him a call. A week passed and he never got a call and the other interview he went for turned out to be a disaster. This was only the beginning to a perpetual list of misfortunes.

 

After Tanatswa had submitted his comic and got his results after 2 months of waiting, he had mixed feelings about the results. The judges essentially stated that he had the best story out of all the contests but his art was in the lower bracket of their score. Due to this uneven scoring, he didn't place really high in the ranking but he got an honourable mention. This was the first time he was acknowledged for his talents by an organisation and he felt a bit happy, but this wasn't really the result he desired. If he had won, he would have claimed the prize money and moved out to pursue his comic as a published author serializing in their magazine, but even if that did not happen, at least he got consolation that he had writing talent. Tanatswa began to dabble into art tutorials online at the same time doing chores for his mom, who seemed to only escalate he indignation towards the unemployed youth. 



Tanatswa's goals had shifted and he now wanted to become a comic artist instead of dedicating his time towards finding employment where employers didn't seem to want him. This change in what he wanted to pursue fuelled him with fire and he practiced stuff like foreshortening, figure drawing and complex angles of dynamic poses. Sometimes the drawings would come out well, but for the most part it was a struggle. Tanatswa began to wonder whether or not he would ever get as good as the artists he idolized and wondered whether or not he should team up with someone really talented to draw in his stead, however, the young man wanted to make this happen through his own merit. He finally entered another contest but this time, he was unlucky.

 

With the popularity of the prior contest a behemoth of pro artists were attracted to the upcoming one and entered it. His art had improved and his story was plausible but compared to the elite talent that had joined in, his work paled in comparison. Deep down inside he envied them and wished these pro god tier artists would have entered something else so that the rookies could get a chance to shine, but nevertheless, his final chance was taken from him and he was left depressed. Tanatswa thought about the webtoon and tapastic options but the only way to make it on their platforms was to have a consistent release schedule of work and also to become a featured artist on their platform. Featured artists would get paid plus with the promotion from their site, a creator could leverage the traffic drawn to them by opting for a *******, but it took him forever to get even one issue out and his mother seemed tired of supporting a bum like him. Thus he would have to be sent to the village and subsist on farm life or live with his poor uncle in the worst possible part of the country. 



The gamble had not paid off and he was unemployed, a failed comic artist and a failed developer. Eventually, drawing itself became a painful experience. The young man turned to porn, masturbating 3 or even 5 times a day, sometimes he would go on those dating websites which he knew were a waste of time because 95% of the user base were men and the supposed sexy women who wanted to get laid were actually bots posing as actual people. This morbid catharsis made him laugh inside but also made him feel like shit. He was 23 years old and feeling like a loser, but he always made a point of hiding that side of him. Tanatswa never liked wallowing in misery and showing the world that he is sad. Whenever he had the chance, he would always dress up and get fancy hair cuts that made him look cool and dashing, hiding his broke appearance, but that was it, it was all just an appearance. He pretended to be okay, dressed up nice and faked a smile, but was really dealing with depression. He reflected on his life and even began to associate his lack of success as to why he never really had luck with women. He had never gotten laid and he was already 23 years old. 



The closest thing to anything sexual he had gotten were lap dances and really arousing grinding from women who probably had to sit on top of at least 40 random crotches of men in a night. This was mainly a means to deal with his sexual frustration, but at those clubs that he did go to, even married men or guys who had girlfriends would get lap dances, grabbing women's asses and doing unholy things with them that they wouldn't even consider with their significant other.


 Tanatswa believed that he wouldn't have had to come to such a place if he had a girlfriend and probably wouldn't even do it for fear of being unfaithful, but seeing all the alpha males getting lap dances, fucking side hoes at the same time having a girlfriend or wife,  gave him a slight paradigm shift. Being a decent human being didn't matter; all he needed was power, fortune and luck! It became clear to him that he was competing in this world at a handicap and needed a boost. However nothing relieved him from his suffering.


A full year had passed and he was now destined to continue his existence at either his uncle's decrepit living hell hole or at the village to become a farm boy. Tanatswa no longer enjoyed drawing, programming, watching television or even waking up. He got interested for a while in music production, exhausting more than a 100 tutorials and even made a few decent bangers, but then after  some research he realized how cut throat it would be for him to even make it in that scene. At that point he was just throwing darts into the air and hoping that something would just stick. He was wasting time, caught in morbid thoughts and drowning himself in some doom and funeral metal to wallow in his misery. The music gig didn't work out, even the acting gig he tried bombed badly. Everything seemed hard and all he was good at was failing. 




Tanatswa sat on his bed and cursed, "Fuck the world, fuck it, fuck it all!" He looked at the ceiling and darted to the left side of his bed which had a pile of tissues that were covered in the semen of his 6 masturbation sessions. It dawned at him that he was nothing but a piece of shit human being and that he wanted to die.  After all he had done throughout his life he had decided that there was one thing he had to succeed at doing. Ending his life!

A young man struggles with unemployment, failed dreams and overall becoming a useless member in society and decides to kill himself. Upon seeking this method of death, he encounters a being from the alternative realm who gives him an option of starting his life over from scratch, from level 1 on his planet. This gives him the chance to finally carve out a path for himself that he could never do on earth.




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Sam is a lonely boy. He stays in his bedroom all week, having his food brought up to him by his neglected mother who works in several jobs in retail, construction and other shady businesses because the father of the family suddenly disappeared on all records and contacts on the day of Sam's birth, and he watches anime religiously on illegal piracy websites and reads novels on reincarnation and transmigration on Webnovel. He has no friends in school, which he misses frequently, and he doesn't socialise whatsoever in real life.
His day consists of a strict schedule which revolves around himself and his image: He wakes up at 4PM, eats, binges anime (recently binges Inter-Species Reviewers) and then reads a few chapters of his favourite webnovels before falling asleep dreaming and fantasising about the experiences he would see if he was in the protagonists' shoes, only to repeat the schedule when he wakes up. 
Unsurprisingly, this obsession and his lack of spcial interaction eventually made him delusional and egotistical. Whenever he played video games or went online, he would put on a grandiose facade and genuinely believe he was more important than anyone else. Of course, his mother picked up on this rather quickly and yet there was nothing she could do due to the fact that she couldn't afford to hire a therapist. Thus, she had to either plead with him or idly wait around and do nothing. Out of these two options, she chose to plead. However, this made things worse.
As time goes by, Sam became unknowingly aggressive and sensitive. Due to this, he only saw his mother as a nuisance and often lashed out at her, only to hear her plead louder.
Then, something snapped. Sam stood from his bed, the crimson rays shining through his curtains onto the monochrome walls and walked to his door. He opened the door and skipped to the nearest road and waited...
And then he waited some more...
And some more...
Until, in the corner of his eye, he noticed the blinding glimmer of the white paint strewn lazily over the truck. His time had come and he was overjoyed. He eyed the truck and waited for the perfect opportunity. The truck came closer and closer and then Sam leapt forward.
Immediate regret surged up on Sam's face as his face grew red like a ripe tomato and his stomach became compressed like a hydrolic press on WeTube. His life flashed before his eyes, and tears formed and welled in his eyes, forming into a river of tears filled with shame, misery, regret and self-loathe. He truly felt like he had wasted his life and could only hope that those webnovels were accurate.
And yet everything remained black.

Wow! Turns out that reincarnation does exist!

Follow the brave adventures of a little otaku who challenges even God in order to get what he wants with the help of his shady system!

(Please help me write a better synopsis, I'm bad. This is a plea for help :( )

Yuuki looked at her mother, even though they had a similar feature only her skin was white and her hair was black but her mother was giving him a graceful image on the outside but her action was similar to her daughter. 

"Don't trouble him." 

"Dear," her mother looked at her husband. 

'Now that you mention it...' Yuuki didn't know her father's job. He also never asked her, 'What is your father's job?' He looked at her father giving him an image of someone who had been an elite businessman since her father was wearing glasses.

In his opinion, someone who wears glasses is quite smart. 

"He is a lawyer," Ranko whispered and said, "Both of my parents are a lawyer." 

"...." 

"Are you serious?" Yuuki was flabbergasted when she heard her answer. He twitched his lips and asked, "Seriously?" 

"100% serious," Ranko nodded. 

"Hello, Yuuki-kun, this is our second time to meet, I'm happy to see you again," her father said while pushing the bridge of his glasses. 

"Yes, nice to meet you, uncle," Yuuki nodded and shook his hand. He felt that it was just too formal but her father was just too stiff in his opinion.

"....." 

"Why are you handshakes with each other? You're not doing a business?! You should hug now!" Her mother said and pushed them together to hug each other. 

"..." 

Both of them were speechless but just decided to listen to her since it was just troublesome to complain.

"Alright, let's go to our house now, I'm sure that you're tired after the trip," her mother said. 

Ranko and Yuuki nodded in response since it was better to go to their house as soon as possible. 

On the way, they were talking about a lot of things from their life, school, and their night activities. 

"You need to wear a condom remember," her mother said. 

"MOM!!!!!" Ranko blushed when her mother reprimanded him. 

"....." 

Yuuki was wondering whether it was public punishment. He looked at his father who had a plain expression when he heard that both of them had done it, 'Is this okay? Is this really okay?' 

"So are you happy there?" Her father asked. 

"Yes, every day is fun," Ranko smiled. 

"Good," her father nodded and didn't say anything again. 

'Your father is a man with a few words,' Yuuki whispered.

'No, he just mimics a cool anime character,' Ranko whispered. 

"......"

Yuuki wasn't sure how to react. 

"Yuuki-kun, do you plan to create another anime?" Her father asked. 

"Yes, there are a lot of projects in the future," Yuuki nodded. 

It seemed that anime didn't make a lot of money but it was wrong since he didn't intend to sell the anime itself but rather merchandise, games, and a lot of things that could be sold with later. It could be used on video-sharing websites and television channels in the future since he didn't need to buy a right to broadcast it. 

"Hmm, I can't wait for it," her father said. 

"Oh, your father-in-law really loved your anime," her mother said. 

"....."

Her father blushed, "D - Don't tell him that I love anime." 

"Why are you that shy?" Her mother teased him. 

"....." 

"They sure love each other," Yuuki whispered. 

"Yes," Ranko nodded and hugged his arm, "We too, right?" 

"Of course," Yuuki nodded. 

They didn't spend a long time before they had arrived at their house. Their house was quite normal but it was beautiful with a lot of flowers in its garden.

'Maybe it's because of Yukana?' Yuuki thought that both of their families had known each other since both Yukana and Ranko were childhood friends. 

They entered the house together and went to the living room. 

Her mother prepared tea for everyone and sat down together. 

"So when are you going to marry our daughter?" Her mother asked. 

*burst

Yuuki and her father suddenly coughed the tea that they had drunk when they heard her question. Both of them wiped their mouths and sighed together. They weren't sure but they felt closer now. 

Yuuki looked at her mother and said, "It should be after graduation." 

"Really?" Her mother smiled. 

"Yes, maybe I'll get pregnant before that," Ranko smiled. 

"......" 

"Cough! Cough!" Yuuki coughed and said, "That's right, why are both of you moving here?" He tried to avert the conversation. 

"Hmm, my firm is moving here, that is why we're moving from Tokyo," her father answered him and looked at him with a serious expression, "Still, I help you to sue you when you run away when you have made her pregnant." 

"....." 

Yuuki was speechless and shook his head, "I won't leave her." 

"That's right," Ranko hugged him again. 

"...." 

"That's good," her mother nodded. 

"So is there a reason why you move your firm to this town?" Yuuki asked. 

"Hmm, well, I'm just thinking that I want to be the best but in Tokyo, there are three strongest lawyers there," her father said. 

"The three strongest lawyers?" Yuuki and Ranko wrinkled their eyebrows, 'What is this? Is this manga or something?' 

"Your mom is the fourth, but she is moving with me, and when they were together they had become the Four Heavenly Lawyers," her father nodded. 

"...." 

Her mother blushed, "Don't call me by that kind of nickname?!" 

"Why? That is cool!" Her father complained. 

"So who are the other three?" Ranko asked curiously. This would be her first time to hear it from her parents. 

Her father coughed and started to introduce them, "The other three are Eri Kisai, Reiko Kujo, and Kazue Takanashi." 

"The latter is very powerful since her mother is a politician," her father said. 

'Kazue Takanashi? Where have I heard that name?' Yuuki thought. 

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"ACHOOO!!!" Souta sneezed suddenly. 

"What's wrong, Souta?" Kazue asked. 

"Nothing, maybe someone is talking about me," Souta said.

2 chapters / days

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Crossing into the anime world and have a rescue system that will pop out a quest suddenly.

Can I get items and abilities after completion?

Do I have to travel to another world?

But before that Yuuki needs to save the world of otaku? Even though he is a Yakuza?

Everything start from here.

(This synopsis looked like the one from my Hitotose Note).

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Grammar sometimes sucks but bear with it.

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Maybe I'll full of energy to write your favorite fanfic.

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. I hope all is well, dear readers. 

I wanted to take the time to sincerely thank every single one of you for supporting the novel up to this point. It has truly been an honor writing on this platform. Throughout my bitter life, never did I imagine I'd start writing and have people supporting me in the process. I cannot help but say I'm in debt for your undivided support. :')

As for the novel status, we are now past the half mark of Volume 1. Some may be curious as to how long I plan on making the series. I'd say 10 volumes minimum, each being at least 50,000 words (about 50 chapters on Webnovel).

Many may find this unexpected, but my goals for this story is beyond the ordinary. I plan to enter this work into Japan, which will lead to an eventual Manga + Anime adaptation. How do I plan on doing that exactly? Have no worry, I've done my research. Lots of research.

To simplify matters, the plan is to grow on English platforms such as Webnovel, Royal Road, Tapas, Moonquill and even Reddit if I'm lucky. If I attain a certain level of popularity and approval, that will be my beacon to hire a translator to get the book(s) into Japanese and enter them into one of their major web novel competitions online. Winners do get promoted in their magazine and at one point, will be elevated to get adaptations. Lots of anime (some poorly written ones as well) are attaining recognition from these competitions and are getting adaptations, especially in the past few years.

I have no doubt that this work can reach that level someday. Sure, I'm bound to fail, that goes without saying. That won't alter my goal in the slightest. I'm willing to do any and everything possible to make this happen. Even if it takes my entire life. Even if I don't earn a dime. Even if I must sacrifice the time with my friends and family. Even if I must continue to lose sleep. Even if my grades have to be discarded. Even if I have to quit my job. Even if I need to spend thousands of dollars more in investment... I will stay firm towards this goal. This has always been but a dream to me. I will no longer allow it to stay that way, rather, I will make it a reality.

Whew, I've said a lot it seems. Putting all of it aside, some kind souls might wonder: how will I be able to support this cause? 

It's a lot easier than you think, believe me. I have absolutely no intentions to ask money on a PayPal, nor to demand on a platform like Patre0n. I refuse to get this book contracted with locked chapters too, believe it or not. 

All I ask for is that on this platform followed by other websites in the future (will let everyone know once I start publishing elsewhere) that the following is done:

- Voting with powerstones daily
- Sharing this book in as many ways possible
- Staying connected with daily chapters
- Commenting, reviewing and suggesting

That's all I kindly request from everyone. The most important part is sharing the book. Whether it be on a group chat, a server, a friend in real life, a private message to someone you know or even a platform online such as Reddit etc. 

While the support has been phenomenal so far, I really could use more views and overall recognition – especially for the major goals I talked about! Every single viewer, share, collection, rating, review, vote and comment counts and brings us a step closer to the endgame. ^-^

Be a part of this great cause. Together, we can create a revolution. We will accomplish the unthinkable and prove the world wrong. It all lies within your support and love. 

That wraps up my message today. I apologize for taking your precious time like this. You don't have a clue how grateful I am for everything... :>

Look forward to the rest of volume 1, as the other main characters finally join the story soon! Do comment on how you feel about the story so far, I'd be delighted to know! Have a wonderful day, dear readers. <3

For someone who cursed their fate since childhood, Tamashiro Kurogane hopelessly lived most of his life as an orphaned, part time adventurer.

The most he would do is pick up a quest to sustain just enough to survive, since he had given up on his rather miserable life of misfortunes.

This daily routine of his takes a sudden, drastic turn when he discovers someone who may have ties with his beloved mother's killer. 

With his resolve making its rapid return, matters only escalate further after losing this individual and realizing that his mother's death is merely the tip of the iceberg.

So begins a new journey where Kurogane will learn his very purpose of existence, while painfully carrying his dreadful past along the way.

"Revenge only ever leads to revenge. At what point does it stop, and who do we blame?" 

~ Anonymous 
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***This Novel contains a fair share of dark, intense scenes that will have disturbing amounts of violence. The way this story is told isn't as rewarding to the main character as one would usually expect from your average fantasy, so be aware.***

If you enjoy reading this book, please be sure to share it in as many ways as you can. I'd really appreciate it! :)

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"How could a website full of false news fool us for so long?"
That post was in the social comments section.
"The true story about Qin Guan, the King of Advertisements, with photos. XX, XXX, and XX attracted users with false news."
That post was in the gossip section.
Suddenly, they were seen by internet users.
"Oh! He’s a good boy and a straight-A student. I wonder if his girlfriend is sad about those news."
"Yes, it must be annoying. I’d be very sad if my boyfriend was having an affair."
"Actually, they were childhood sweethearts. It’s rumored that Qin Guan refused a beautiful girl’s affection without hesitation while in college."
Poor Huang Jiajia...
"Really? Those websites are so evil!"
The voices supporting Qin Guan were getting louder and louder. Some talented people with time on their hands started to make a chart of the different news about Qin Guan.
Finally, they read the news on Soulang, which clarified the truth and told the story from beginning to end.
Those websites had been fabricating news and attracting users by posting fake photos!
The fighters on the Haijiao Forum were excited. Those radicals were famous for fighting demons and defending moral principles.
They could start a fierce battle over a trifle, let alone over getting the hottest news.
They knew the truth, so they had to fight!
The battle started on the Haijiao Forum and quickly spread to the other websites.
Their first aim was Jiulang. Plenty of Haijiaoers flocked in and gathered under the post about Kyoko and Qin Guan’s affair.
Using temporary IDs, they occupied the whole comment area and gradually took control of the entire entertainment section.
The Jiulang website administrator was sleeping in his office, holding a cigarette in his mouth. 
By the time he woke up from his nap, the whole page had collapsed.
       He typed on his keyboard, his heart in his mouth, but it was too late.
One after the other, all the websites except Soulang crashed.
The administrator of Wangnan was confident though. They had bought the largest server in the market that year. He wasn’t afraid of those internet mobs.
As expected, the Haijiao Army met its first obstacle there. 
Posts were refreshed rapidly, but the function of the server was still unobstructed. As the fighters were discussing a counterplan, the administrator suddenly jumped up with wild eyes. He looked like he had been stamped on the tail.
The homepage had fallen into enemy hands. All the links had disappeared, leaving only a warning in black and white: Defending Qin Guan is our life-long career!
It had to be someone superior. The director wiped the sweat off his forehead. The technicians worked really hard, but failed to restore the homepage.
"What should we do?" 
The director gritted his teeth. "We can only report this to the boss."
Many people lost sleep that night.
Qin Guan spent the day in bed, but Sister Xue informed him about the incident.
He watched the drama online with keen pleasure, eating chicken legs and noodles at the same time.
When Wangnan collapsed, his phone rang.
It was Cong Nianwei. Qin Guan had texted her one hour earlier, but she had been at a lecture at the time.
Her sweet voice improved his mood.
Liu Xiaoyang, who had a chicken wing in his mouth, was shocked by Qin Guan’s expression. The wing fell into his bowl, covering his face in soup.
"Did Wangnan really collapse, Qin Guan?"
"Yes, but how do you know?"
"It's evening and I’m in my dormitory. You forget that QH is full of talented students. They could get information on all your family members with just one IP. I’m a goddess here, so lots of strangers are eager to help me. I don't even need to ask them."
I should be happy that my girlfriend is so popular, but...
Qin Guan nearly burst into tears. Thank god I didn't betray her, or I’d die in countless strange high-tech ways. 
 His heart still fluttering in fear, Qin Guan hung up. It's late, I should go to bed. 
He fell asleep soon, but some deeply troubled people were working overnight, the phones in their offices ringing again and again. They were discussing countermeasures.
 "We have free speech. What shall we do?" the staff members said one after the other.
"In my opinion, we should remove the articles. Without a target, they’d have no reason to keep attacking us."
"Shall we make a statement after removing them though? What if they attack other sections? Just think about Wangnan’s fate." 
"We can ask the PR department to make a written statement, telling them we have already dismissed the reporter."
"Good idea. Remove the articles first. Then keep observing."
They took urgent action as more and more users gathered on the Haijiao Forum like a rolling snowball. The Haijiao administrator was confused as well.
He knew the server well enough. With such a large flow, their own page would collapse soon. It was because of those fighters. They had attracted curious users from the websites that were under attack. 


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