The world is ending! 99.9% of the world population became zombies! But eh, why does it look like I have powers from my favorite character?

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          A strange creature is floating in the colorless space. This creature has the appearance of an eyeball, but its similarity with an eyeball stops here. Most of the creature's metallic black surface is covered by glowing circuitry lines that merge into its neon blue iris, and the color of this creature's iris is the same as the color of those circuitry lines. This creature has a light yellow pupil in the center of its iris, which is blinking in a steady interval.
          At first glance, this creature seems like a nightmarish creature that comes out of a sci-fi movie, but this creature is actually the supreme being in [Fictional Realm]. This creature is called [Administrator] and its purpose is to manage the circulation of [resource] that keeps the [Fictional Realm] stable and existing indefinitely.
          [Fictional Realm] is the name of a metaphysical realm made from mankind's collective subconscious thoughts and their beliefs about fiction. It is both illusory and reality, existing as both matter and dream.
          As the manager of the [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] dwells in the centermost of this imaginary universe. Although it never left its dwelling, [Administrator] always knows what happens in [Fictional Realm] because it is omniscient. And with [Administrator]'s authority in this imaginary universe, [Administrator] is also omnipotent. Of course, [Administrator]'s power is limited to this imaginary universe alone.
          With that, [Administrator] is an existence akin to God. No... [Administrator] is the God of this imaginary universe. It is the absolute supreme being above all overpowered fictional characters that were ever being created by mankind's ideas. And despite [Administrator]'s power is absolute, it doesn't mean [Administrator] is without an equal, and truth be told, there exists a threat against its existence…
          The natural counter of [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] — created by the jaded thought and realistic outlook of mankind who was disillusioned by their harsh reality, an existence called [Oblivion] is the natural counter of [Fictional Realm]. Although they were made from the collective subconscious of mankind, which means they share a similar origin, [Oblivion] has an advantage against [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] because of its conceptual nature — [Oblivion] exists only to erase the [Fictional Realm], a nature that presented a gross disadvantage for [Administrator] and its imaginary universe that wants to preserve their existence.
          [Administrator] has tried countless attempts to fight off the advance of [Oblivion], and yet all [Administrator]'s attempts met with utter failure. [Administrator] has sent off the strongest characters — heroes, antiheroes, and villains — from each fictional world within [Fictional Realm], but those characters ended up as insignificant nuisances against the [Oblivion], which devoured them in the blink of an eye.
          Like throwing countless eggs on the boulder's hard surface, those eggs cannot harm the boulder. Maybe, the more apt metaphor is, like throwing pebbles into an ocean. And it was nothing but a waste of resources that could be used for better things.
          Although those characters were powerful, they lacked something that could affect the [Oblivion]. And that something is the [Will of Mankind] from [Reality].
          Coming to that conclusion, [Administrator] had an idea: "What if I summon someone from [Reality]?"
          Since [Fictional Realm] and [Oblivion] were made from humanity's collective subconscious, a person from [Reality] is surely the answer for [Administrator]'s dilemma. But summoning someone from [Reality] is something easier said than done! Although [Administrator] is peerless in the scope of [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] is only peerless in this imaginary universe and cannot summon a person from [Reality] through conventional means that often happened in Portal Fantasy stories. As an aside, [Administrator] intimately knows the concept of Hero Summoning from many worlds within this imaginary universe. After all, all fictional ideas that were thought out by mankind existed in this imaginary universe. And 'Portal Fantasy' is a well-known genre of fiction. There are countless worlds wherein that kind of phenomenon happened.
          Be that as it may, [Administrator] can still summon someone from [Reality], but not through the conventional means that normally happened in those 'Portal Fantasy'-based worlds. Because of the nature of [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] cannot summon this person's physical body. Only this person's ego can be summoned to [Fictional Realm].
          Furthermore, summoning the ego of a person from [Reality] is an arduous and costly endeavor. [Administrator] needs to sacrifice an exorbitant amount of the [resources] generated by mankind's subconscious thoughts and beliefs. And lately, this [resource] is very scarce and enough to maintain the continuity of the [Fictional Realm] while slowing down the progress of [Oblivion].
          It is clear that [Fictional Realm] is currently in a precarious situation.
          The reason behind this [resource] deficiency is, as time progressed in [Reality], mankind collectively become stagnant and lazy because of the convenience of the modern era. They have stopped producing substantial ideas and beliefs, lacking inspiration and imagination, which are important to generate enough [resource] to sustain the [Fictional Realm]. And so, [Administrator] experienced [resource] deficiency. Still, with the mechanical precision in management, [Administrator] was able to save up the extra [resource] for an emergency. It is unclear if its savings are enough to fuel the summoning. [Administrator] has never done this, after all. There is a chance it doesn't have enough energy.
          "Regardless, I shall do it!" The desperate [Administrator] decided.
          And so, [Administrator] consumed its saved [resource] and opened a connection to the collective subconscious of mankind. And just by doing that alone has taken almost the entirety of [Administrator]'s savings, but [Administrator] soon discovers its saved [resource] isn't enough to pull someone's ego from [Reality] to the [Fictional Realm].
          "Should the energy for keeping my realm stable be used for this?" [Administrator] asked and started weighing its decision.
          If [Administrator] uses up its stored energy that must be circulated in [Fictional Realm], countless worlds will cease to exist at once. And without those worlds to slow down [Oblivion], that conceptual calamity will quickly and easily get closer to [Administrator]'s location in the centermost of the [Fictional Realm]. However, if its plan succeeds, it can stop the advance of its archenemy indefinitely.
          It is a dangerous gamble. [Oblivion] will claim it if [Administrator] makes a mistake, but it can also prolong [Fictional Realm] existence if it succeeds!
          After finding its resolve, [Administrator] discovers another problem, it can't just take anyone from [Reality]! It can't summon someone charismatic that can sway the masses, which is the kind of person [Administrator] needs the most! A person with the power to move the masses has an important connection with the collective subconscious of mankind. Someone like that has overabundant resources to fight off the [Oblivion], as well as maintaining the expenditure of [Fictional Realm]. However, that kind of person is very important in the [Reality], and [Administrator] cannot take that kind of person away from [Reality]...
          Well, truth be told, [Administrator] can summon someone like that, but it will cease to exist because of converting its existence into the required [resource] to summon such a person. In the end, [Administrator] narrowed down the list of candidates it could summon without endangering its existence...
          Somehow, all the candidates it can summon are Otaku or Weeaboo that aren't significant in [Reality]. And truth be told, [Administrator] doesn't mind that kind of people because they suit its needs. Being mindful of its expendable [resource], [Administrator] selects the candidates with the cheapest [resource] to summon them.
          From here, the candidates are Otaku and Weeaboo who don't mind getting summoned to another world — people who are delusional and dreamer — they know that being summoned to another world is something that only happens in fiction but they still wish to get the opportunity to experience that. They are people without family or significant others to tie them down in [Reality]. And they consider their life is too difficult, and they yearn to have a superpower to make their life more easy and convenient. These kinds of people are surprisingly many. And so, [Administrator] summons one randomly.
          After pulling the ego of this person, [Administrator] discovers that its connection to the subconscious of mankind has been cut off. Perhaps, it is the instinct of mankind's subconscious to protect themselves. That aside, this happening presents a bigger problem for [Administrator]. Since [Fictional Realm] was cut off from the [Reality], it wouldn't receive the [resource] to maintain the existence of [Fictional Realm]. 
          [Administrator]'s regret is bottomless, but it can do nothing about it. At least, [Administrator] has someone from [Reality] that can become a constant resource generator for [Fictional Realm]. Well, [Administrator] only grasped a lifeline here. Nevertheless, [Administrator] achieved what it sought out even though [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] is in a pinch now.
          Putting aside its regret and other irrelevant thoughts, [Administrator] begins experimenting with this person. After some time, [Administrator]'s experiments met mixed results. [Administrator] could turn this person into the generator of [resource] to replace its cut off supply from the collective subconscious of mankind. However, the resources it gained was very limited, even below the standard of a single person's worth of resource it could gain from the collective subconscious of mankind.
          However, it couldn't be helped since this person is only a mediocre person, and this person was under outside influence to stimulate his willpower. No matter, what is important is [Administrator] has realized it could cultivate this person to produce more [resource] for [Fictional Realm].
          Other than that, [Administrator] discovered that the 'something' it needs to fight off [Oblivion] can be produced by this person. However, [Administrator] cannot reproduce this 'something' because the production of this 'something' is according to this person's desire and willpower.
          Because of that, [Administrator] is helpless. It cannot just force this person to generate this... All right, let's call this 'something' as a 'vaccine' to fight off [Oblivion]. Although it has absolute omnipotence and omniscience, its power only affects this imaginary universe, and since this person came from [Reality], he is beyond [Administrator] capability to directly exploit him.
          "Was that Mankind's Free Will? Mankind is an amazing creature." Although [Administrator] cannot directly exploit this person's will, it is still feeling amazed by this human.
          After some moments, [Administrator] puts aside its amazement to this human and focuses on the more important thing, "The best method to cultivate this person's willpower is the reward and punishment method. It can also make him cooperative, I suppose. All right, I shall prepare the tool to help this person's cultivation. First, I shall prepare a system that will help cultivate his willpower and make him cooperative to my cause..."
          There are many fictional worlds within [Fictional Realm] with the protagonist — also called the World's Chosen One or Fate's Chew Toy  —  possessing a system. Using one of those systems as the template is an easy thing to do. After tailoring a system, it is the time to pick out a world to transmigrate the ego of this person, and [Administrator] picks out a world it thinks this person will like to be in. Then, it sends the ego of this person to inhabits its new body.
          Afterward, [Administrator] only needs to wait for this person's development...

Reincarnated in the world of anime, acquiring a system, having no responsibility other than thinning out the ever-present 'monsters', getting the opportunity to become powerful and travel to other fictional worlds, and can do anything you wish... even if you want to make all pretty woman yours, conquer or destroy worlds, and other crazy stuff...

Are those things worthy of being a slave in all but name for a higher being for eternity?

Well, let's find the protagonist's thoughts about it in this story!

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This story contains mature content (I.e. Profanity, Gore, Sexual Content, and other strong and offensive contents for some perspectives). Beware, only for eighteen and above!

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All copyrighted materials belong to their respective owner. Isekai_Returnee just owns his original characters and the plot!

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Minimun 2 chapters/Week

When the brightness got weak and fade's , their vision is getting used at the sudden change of brightness and they look around and saw another void... but unlike before everything is white and there are 50 people in here....
 
Teenagers and grown ups.... and he is the only one who's a kid here....
 
There are also fictional and game characters at the side of them , there are bendy from the ink machine , regret from zenonia 4 and there are also guko from dragon ball and other's that he don't know....
 
When he check himself.....
 
He got his previous body , the other's check themselves too....
 
He then look at his side and saw sans... checking on his surroundings either , trying too figure out what the hell is going on..... 
 
Sans and Fell look each other for a full minute , ignoring the other's gossiping and talking at the back round.....
    
Sans then broke the silence between them by saying,
  
Sans : Heya.... so... that's what you look like...
Fell : .....you seriously need  too drink milk too make your height taller.... your like....4 or 5 ft.... barely reach's my previous height 1,63 meter's...
    
sans was about too retort but when  suddenly a light blast at the top , which gather's everyone's attention.... and they look at culprit.
   
A white figure wearing a white fancy robe with gold lining and reaches over 20 meter's height , he's or she's face cannot be seen due too the hood that covered it's entire face....

It then spoke with a voice of girl, boy, adult men and women .... gays and lesbian.... ( A/N : XD )
  
Watcher : Hello I am the watcher... watcher of the universe-
 
In the back round  ( Deadpool : LAME~!!! )
 
Watcher : and there's a game that represent's our universe... so I pick people 's with potentials ,of course the same with the fictional characters too..... 
 
Watcher : you guys probably knew what you look like when you fused so I skip too that part and I'll tell You this....
 
The watcher then look around and saw everyone is listening and he is satisfied....
 
Watcher : when I fused you.... The you would gained the power's of fictional characters and sometime's fusion make someone's powerful... like example is Gogeta and many more.... increasing your power levels or mana ,  ki and chi..... and so on... 
 
Watcher : I would also provide you all additional power's randomly ,so you guys can survived in the universe I put you in randomly..... of course I'll give you guys a notice when you guys saw the enemy and eliminate it..... if you win in that random universe and world... I'll transfer  you guys in the another universe... be it.... movie , manga or novel... and even fan-fiction..... 
 
The NEET's gasp from shock since they know how powerful is the other fan-fiction and they'll die in there easily if they pick dragonball or any high level world..... 
   
Watcher : if you guys reach too the top and win our universe..... I'll grant you 10 wishes as a trophy..... what about it....? , and you guys can also live in that universe while the game is starting by the way .... so there's no time limit in it so don't worry , you guys can live at the fullest..... 

The people , the non otaku and otaku sighs in relief...
 
Watcher : so bye guys hope you guys win and don't die fast okay...~~~
   
Before the people's and Fictional can ask they all exploded or shattered like a glass and transported them in another universe or dimention...
 
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~~~Fell and Sans Pov~~~
 
Fell and Sans got back at their private void.... which is all black and violet that wave's like a water.....
 
Fell : ....
Sans : ...
 
Both of them watch in-front of them is a door and another guy that barely reach their height.... wearing a white suit with a top hat made of transparent with golden lining o it.... 
 
The guy just watch at them with a confused expression and stare...
 
JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ( stare )
 
Sans : Kit...? , do you know this guys...?
Fell ; sans.... I only watch a few JJBA.... and I only remember a little but I know a bit of this guy's power... and GOD LADY LUCK'S ON OUR SIDE~~~!!!!
 
Sand just stare at his host back.... and imagined if this guy's is really powerful then this would b helpful..... but they need is something like an information powers or similar too that , and he just sigh because he need's... no... they need brain power not brawn power..... though he can't help but wander what this... boy..? in white's power....
 
Fell : sans... This is HEAVEN"S DOOR..... yes , That's a name , so moving on.... This guy's power is allowed him too read the victims like a book of what they seen and heard with a one hundred percent success and no fall's information , both literally and figuratively by the way.... he can also turn 's anyone into a book if someone's seen his manuscript of manga... and also improve your literary skills and arts , he can also put commands and change memories at the victims he caught.... at least from what I heard... there might be more of it , but I don't know because I haven't finished the whole series of it.... He's a STAND by the way.... it's a manifestation of our psychic will that formed into an energy and create them.. it's called STAND because they stand besides you....
  
Sans : LOOKS LIKE LADY'S LUCK'S ON OUR 'SIDE'... ehhh..?
Fell : now that's Punny.... 
 
Sans&Fell ; ahahahahahaahhahahhaa
 
Heaven's door just rolls his eyes at the terrible pun...
 
Fell : anyway Let's check what's outside of the door.... hopefully it's ab easy game, anime ,or movies we'll come across.... *sigh....* 
 
The STAND just fade's and goes inside's fell's body.....
 
Sans : now... why wont's we enter.... 

Fell touch the wooden door knob and twisted it and inside is all white... 
   
he  hesitate  at first and gathers the courage and enters the white portal.... 
 
 
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A/N
 
By the way.... here's the list of the first worlds you guys may chose....
ALL ARE RANDOM TIMELINE
 
FATE GRAND ORDER ( RANDOM FATE BTW )
RWBY
DEVIL MAY CRY 
HIGH SCHOOL DXD
JJBA RANDOM
 
AND YES... THE TITLE IS AA PUN... ARE'NT I PUNTASTIC....?
*DRUM SOUNDS *

A Random 14 year old  boy playing a game in his mobile called Undertale ,while his having an earphones and charger's on , he didn't know that there's a heavy storm with a lot of lightning forming in the clouds , and striking near his house causing the house exploded on black out while the boy die because the lightning traveled on his wires ( ya know what I mean conduction of electricity stuff ) causing his brain toast and he died... unknown too him.... he got fused on someone...or something , as a partner , a Comrade in the battle of Life and Death with the body of 9 year old kid.
 
( Basically a team death match hunger games too)
 
P : S : I dont own Undertale , Rwby , HSDxD , Death note , Etc 
 
only the  Characters and the Plot that I've created.

List of Stories: 

Vol 1 - Fly Tonight (On-going) 
Vol 2 - Wallflower Girl (soon) 
[Short stories soon) 

Genre: Teen Fiction, Slice of Life, Comedy, Romance 

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Notice: 

* This story will be written in Tagalog/English. 

* Trigger warning for alcohol and party themes. 

* Beware of naughty and wicked characters and of course, kalokohan and their kabulastugan. 

* Also, lots and lots of weirdness, angst and melancholy. 


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Shelburne Springs is a fictional town where the stories take place. 

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Shelburne Springs. 

A series which happens in Shelburne Springs

The English novel begins behind bars, in extremis. Its first author, John Bunyan, was a Puritan dissenter whose writing starts with sermons and ends with fiction. His famous allegory, the story of Christian, opens with a sentence of luminous simplicity that has the haunting compulsion of the hook in a great melody. "As I walk'd through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Denn; And I laid me down in that place to sleep: And as I slept I dreamed a Dream."
A "Denn" is a prison, and Bunyan wrote most of the book in Bedford county gaol, having been arrested for his beliefs during the "Great Persecution" of 1660-1690. He shares the experience of prison with Cervantes, who had the idea for Don Quixote while incarcerated in La Mancha. Like so many novels that follow in this list, The Pilgrim's Progress blends fact and fiction. As well as being the record of Bunyan's dream, a well-known fictional device, it is also an archetypal tale – a quest, fraught with danger. Christian's pilgrimage takes him through the Slough of Despond, Vanity Fair and the Delectable Mountains in a succession of adventures that keep the reader turning the page. With his good companions, Faithful and Hopeful, he vanquishes many enemies before arriving at the Celestial City with the line that still reverberates through the English literary tradition: "So he passed over, and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side."

In Hollywood terms, the novel has a perfect "arc". It also contains a cast of unforgettable characters, from Mr Worldly Wiseman to Lord Hategood, Mr Stand-fast and Mr Valiant-for-Truth.
More profoundly, as an allegory of state repression, it has been described by the historian EP Thompson as one of the "foundation texts of the English working-class movement". Part of its uniquely English quality is a robust and engaging sense of humour that has cemented its appeal to generations of readers.

The Pilgrim's Progress is the ultimate English classic, a book that has been continuously in print, from its first publication to the present day, in an extraordinary number of editions. There's no book in English, apart from the Bible, to equal Bunyan's masterpiece for the range of its readership, or its influence on writers as diverse as William Thackeray, Charlotte Bronte, Mark Twain, CS Lewis, John Steinbeck and even Enid Blyton.

Huckleberry Finn speaks for many readers when, recalling his Mississippi education, he says: "There was some books too... One was 'Pilgrim's Progress', about a man that left his family it didn't say why. I read considerable in it now and then. The statements was interesting, but tough."

The story of a man in search of the truth is the plot of many kinds of fiction, fromPortnoy's Complaint to Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. Like many of the writers in the list that follows, Bunyan had a wonderful ear for the rhythms of colloquial speech and his allegorical characters come to life in dialogue that never fails to advance the narrative. Story is one thing. The simple clarity and beauty of Bunyan's prose is something else. Braided together, style and content unite to make a timeless English classic.

World Setting

Based on modern world and today's settings. Slightly changed history to fit the story (maybe) and no mention of actual countries.

Even though the first chapter is in the past from chapter 2 onward we settle on present timeline and any mention of the past is gonna be through flashbacks.

The MC (Skylar) was sold into slavery by her stepmother at the age of 8, where she was picked up be an underworld organization specializing in training assassins. There they discovered her talent for chemistry. At 11 she created a chemical formula, named Lethal Fragrance, where one drop of that liquid can destroy a corpse (not living humans) and leave no evidence behind. After catching the attention of the government of A country and making a deal with them, she was finally free.

The ML (Jaxton) was left at an orphanage at the age of 5, with no memories and not even knowing his name. Growing up he got into a lot of trouble, ending up with him as part of the underworld. Leading to the present where at only 28 he is the secret King of the Underworld while leading a billion dollar company.

The first arc is based on meeting and getting to know the characters. We see the MC entering the show biz, building her own company and clashing with the ML. While the main arcs of the story are based on Mc and ML, there will be several sub-arcs about the group of soldiers that saved Skylar back then, which are now her brothers, her 2 best friends ( a female and a male) and the ML's best friend who is posing as King of the Underworld.

*All people and companies mentioned are fictional. Please disregard any similarities with real people or companies.
 
Main Characters

Skylar Aredhel - female, age 20, silver grey hair and emerald green eyes, sold by stepmother, trained as an assassin, genius in chemistry

Jaxton Sterling - male, age 28, black hair and blue eyes, orphan, CEO of Sterling Edge Inc., secret King of the Underworld

Owen Mathews - male, age 32, black hair and eyes, pediatric doctor (ex-surgeon), military training, one sister, not close with family

Maxwell Townsend - male,  age 33, lawyer, brown hair and eyes, twin with Grayson

Braylen Aredhel - male, age 32, blond hair and brown eyes, Head of Shining Star Entertainment Company

Grayson Townsend - male age 33, black hair and grey eyes, twins with Maxwell, owner of Townsend Security

Landon Sterling - male, age 29, black hair and green eyes, best friends with ML

Zachary Rennel - male, age 32, blond hair and blue eyes, chef and owner of chain of restaurants

She was sold into slavery by her stepmother at only 8 years of age and lived like a caged bird in an underworld organization until she was 12. But now, after tasting freedom, all she wants is to build her company and gain enough power and money, so no one would be able to hurt her, ever again.

He was abandoned at an orphanage when he was 5 years old and was forced to do shady deals in the underworld in order to survive. Right now though, he is one of the most powerful people in the world, CEO of a multi billion company, but living an emotionally empty life.

When their paths cross, sparks fly and their worlds turn upside down. They may wish to live in the present, but they forgot that the past always catches up with you. Will they be able to survive through the hardships or will it tear them apart?

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He walked into the room and stood before her. "What was that?"

She turned to him looking calm and indifferent. "Well..."

"You ditched your bodyguards, went to meet that crazy-ass friend of yours, blew up an entire building and almost killed the ambassador of H Country in the process. So, what's your explanation?"

She gave him that angelic smile of hers and he instantly knew that whatever she was going to say next, will probably make him want to spank her. "None. Of. Your. Business."

I do not own douluo dalu, I am using it as a background of the story for entertainment (not for profit) thank you.

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Before I start I would like to ask you people for help.
I want my characters to have overpowered:
*Techniques
*Artefacts/tools
* skills
from powerful famous fictional worlds (anime, novels even manga/manhua/manhwa), can you list me some? (pretty please)

I can't think of any because I had so many ideas that my idea-creation-space of the brain overloaded and stopped working. sorry  😢

I will look at your helpful-informative help next week so that all these ideas build-up and then I'll start incorporating some of them

I will release first 5 chapters 2 weeks later and then I'll start making chapters once a day (if i'll be able to).

Sorry for my rudeness ( I don't talk alot to people online, I have social anxiety 😰 )

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Edit: I decided that I won't need them, also I decided that they wouldn't have lots of cheats instead just few. If they have too much cheats then their battle spirits would just be less Op as I planned, my story was going to revolve around the duo and their spirits aswell but if they have too much cheat, then it just changes cheat spirit into garbage, (*BOWS HEAD*) I apologise. I'll only let the duo have 3 or 4 cheats (battle spirits not included).

Qin Long and Bai Hao are two twins travelling the multiverses, they end up being reborn in Douluo Dalu. Watch as they rewrite the whole story into their desires. Set 10 years before any Shrek Devils were born.

(notice)The novel cover is not mine, I don't have 1% of artists talent. I am sorry if the artists is offended.

Disclaimer- !!!PLEASE READ!!!This story contains graphic and triggering content such as: eating disorders, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, hate crimes, self harm, suicide, homophobia and hate speech. If you cannot handle one or more of these topics, please do not continue reading. No story is worth harming your mental health.
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This is a work of fiction. Any relation to actual events or any person living or dead is strictly coincidence. The author does not condone any of the actions within this story.
Any and all hateful comments will be deleted immediately!
While the settings within this story are based on real places, some are fictional. The actions of those in this story do not in any way reflect those of real people affiliated with these locations.
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Thank you for giving my story a try, I hope you enjoy!

In a town that doesn't accept you, do you hide? Or do you fight for yourself and those you love? Can Josh accept himself and save those he cares for?

The Compound—because there is no way it could be called a house—is decidedly empty when he arrives with Chiyo. There are rows and rows of succulents, some bunched around a pond. Sasori is torn between whether he should commend his grandmother for managing to keep a pond in the desert or pointing out that it's a horrible waste of water. He does neither of these things as he is guided in by his grandmother through the compound, pointing out the different rooms and their purposes, occasionally expounding upon their personal history as well.

They arrive at his room, it's...bland, to say the least.

It seems that his previous self was a neat freak and had an intense hatred for things called furniture. His room literally only contains his futon, some drawers for clothes, a closet, and a desk.

There is nothing else.

This has got to go, the first thing he's going to do after he gets his hands on some paint and go crazy on the walls.

It will be glorious.

If his tiny new hands have the dexterity to pull it off, that is. Otherwise, it'll just look like a six-year-old decided to paint his walls.

"Grandma?" he tugs at her sleeve, "Where are my parents?"

What he really wants to ask is if they've kicked the bucket yet, but because that'll go over so well, he's trying to be subtle. Which he is probably failing at because surveying the sad state of his room has no correlation with the existence of parents.

Chiyo seems stuck between trying to say something and not wanting to say it, looks like his parents are dead then. Considering the previous Chiyo in the anime did not ever tell her grandson about the demise of his parents. That caused him to have severe issues. Severe issues is an understatement.

At least this time he'll actually attempt at being something other than a recluse and stay mostly sane. The first part shouldn't be too hard he just has to force people to be his friends and hope that they're the ones who have a tendency to drag him out of his house. But he's not sure that he's even mostly sane now, much less later on after he's killed a bunch of people in the name of Suna and all that ridiculousness.

Oh yeah, he's going to have to kill people in the future. Fun. Maybe he can figure out a formula for how much sanity is lost per kill. He would if he actually likes math, unfortunately, he hates the subject with a burning passion so there will be no formulas anytime soon.

Sudden movement turns his attention back to his grandmother, she kneels in front of him, eye-level and for once seeming her age,

"Sasori, your parents...they didn't come back from their mission...and I don't think they will."

Well, this was a surprise, Chiyo never did this in canon...did she?

Shit, the last time he watched Naruto was two years ago and not all of the plot points or Kishimoto's messed up timeline are seared into his brain.

Well, he's royally screwed.

'Congratulations, Self, you have unlocked hidden dialogue and a new route.'

He mentally berates his brain for adding a game reference, the revelation of his now-deceased parents is no laughing matter. But he's not sad. He isn't. He tries to dredge up some sort of sorrow, but there is nothing.

These parents of his...they are strangers to him, they weren't "his" parents, they were Sasori's. And yet, in a twisted way, he is Sasori, therefore they are his parents. They are his parents yet not at the same time, it's confusing.

He opts for the healthier route of accepting that he doesn't have any relation to those strangers and that he shouldn't feel as if he's obligated to be sad about their demise. He certainly doesn't feel happy about it, just numb in the sense that these people could have been important to him, they could have been so much more. But now they're stuck as two-dimensional people, forever just characters with no real depth or identity. These people were supposed to be his parents, while he doesn't feel sad that they died, there is still an underlying sense of regret.

He'll go visit their graves when he has the chance to apologize profusely for whatever he did to their poor son.

Which is...him right now?

Sasori adds identity crises to his list of issues that may or may not need to be fixed, he'd like to have some semblance of sanity, thank you very much.

The real question is why Chiyo is taking all of this so calmly and not questioning anything. Just what did he do to himself that excuses amnesia?

"Grandma, how did I end up in the hospital?"

Chiyo purses her lips,

"You tripped."

Sasori's face blanks,

"Crazy Grandma says what now?"

Chiyo laughs, patting her grandson lightly on the head,

"You tripped and fell down the stairs because you rolled on the paint brushes I told you to not leave everywhere," She gives him a stern look, "And I was right, look what you did."

Sasori scoffs, he'd been expecting something more...impressive. But he did also die because he drowned in paint, so it's not as if he has anything to say about stupid life choices.

"Pathetic, next time I will make sure it's because I fell on my head from trying to roof jump."

"No! You will not purposefully endanger yourself!" Grandma doesn't appear to be very pleased with his declaration.

He supposes she's justified, self-harm isn't exactly a joking matter...but it's also his main supply for humor. Sasori isn't suicidal nor does he hate himself...okay maybe he hates himself a little, but not enough to go out of his way to harm himself.

He just has a very...bad sense of humor.

It offends people sometimes.

"I will attempt to keep my sorry self out of trouble, Grandma. I have another question, how old am I?"

Chiyo sighs, but lets him change the subject,

"You are five."

Huh, no wonder he's so tiny. From a college student to a toddler, what a role reversal.

And he has also used up his people meter for the day, social interaction beyond this point will end disastrously.

"Okay, I'll go to bed now, Grandma."

She nudges him towards the futon and closes the door to his room, but not before she reminds him,

"Perhaps that would be for the best, you are still recovering. We can continue the tour of the compound at a later date. Sleep well."

The door shuts and he's left to his own devices. He's not going to sleep, especially since he isn't tired and there's planning to do. Reaching a hand up, he feels his head for any injuries, clearly, he injured himself severely enough to excuse amnesia...and maybe death?

Sasori still isn't sure why he's here and not home in some hospital. He's almost certain that he died, what if the previous Sasori died too?

"But...that isn't canon. Canon Sasori lived, well, until Chiyo murdered him and he got resurrected later, but that's not the point because there's no way I'll allow that to happen."

He shudders, not dying is on the top of his list of priorities right now.

"The real question isn't how I'm here or even why, but what I will do now."

He doesn't remember much of canon Sasori, especially his younger years, beyond the fact that he was a prodigy who later delved into immoral practices and...left Suna?

Was that even what happened?

Well, Sasori definitely left Suna, the circumstances aren't exactly clear, but he was around his twenties when he did so. Somewhere after that he assassinated the Third Kazekage, made him a puppet, and made a bunch of other people his puppets. Perhaps not necessarily in that order either. He definitely killed a bunch of people minding their own business, and then Konan happened.

And then Akatsuki, and after that Orochimaru.

And then...Deidara?

After Deidara, he destroys some poor nation, the Land of This? Or was it the Land of That?

"Well, this is nice, I remember practically nothing about who I'm supposed to be, the past or the future."

He...destroys some random nation and kidnaps Gaara with Deidara, Gaara ends up dying and so does he when Chiyo stabs him through the heart.

Shit, he got killed by Sakura.

Sakura who became a meme for her uselessness.

"Am I really that pathetic? A reputation for literally staining the sand red and I get killed by a fifteen-year-old girl who can't stop chasing after her Sasuke-kun? I was an S-rank missing-nin and I get killed by Sakura?"

Fine, he'll admit that Sakura isn't useless, she has...had? Potential. She had potential, she wasn't completely useless, but her determination to marry Sasuke is very annoying.

Very, very annoying.

Kishimoto, write better female characters.

What about all the fanfiction shipping Sakura with him? Okay, maybe he read a few of them, but they weren't particularly good because...logic doesn't work that way.

Especially now since he is Sasori. Shipping random fictional characters without any logical basis can be excused. But now?

Nope.

Not.

Happening.

"Disgusting. At least I know what to avoid."

But he is five, there's more than enough time to plan later. Right now, he has to focus on not dying from stray weapons launched by irresponsible shinobi and fitting in. He'll begin with a thorough examination of his room, this is supposed to be his space, how sad would it be if he can't even adjust to himself?

Granted, most people don't wake up with "amnesia" in a different body and in a fictional world filled with death.

But he's always prided himself to be adaptable and down to earth, it takes a lot to phase him. His chronic case of senioritis helps with his general apathy.

"Ha, a five-year-old with the personality of a college student who's dead inside."

He rolls his futon up into a small bundle and pushes it to the wall, from experience, he knows that his room will later end up encroached by his numerous projects, so space will be precious.

Sleep is not that important anyway.

With that done, he opens his drawers one by one.

"Paintbrushes...did Chiyo start teaching me puppetry? Or did I already paint?"

Then he sees a small crumpled paper in the corner, he unrolls it to find a message stained by what looks like tears.

From Haha-ue and Chichi-ue to Sasori.

Oh.

This was a present from his parents. Not his parents? His not-parents?

Well.

He shuts the drawer quickly after he sets the note down carefully and empty out all the paint brushes onto the floor. He'll deal with the emotions attached to the note later.

He's...not in a good state to internalize that part of his identity yet. Especially not after Chiyo just told him about their deaths. It feels like he's intruding on something private.

Sasori isn't Sasori. He's an imposter. A stranger dressed in clothes that belonged to someone else. Someone loved and cared for.

He's...no, it's better this way. He pulls the drawer back open and retrieves the note. The words on it glare back at him mockingly.

From Haha-ue and Chichi-ue to Sasori.

"I'm sorry for replacing your son. I don't know what happened to him," He takes a deep breath, "But I will try to live his life the best I can."

Sasori gently folds the paper back up and return it to its corner in the drawer. He then moves on to the next drawer full of paper. Some of it is in rolls, others are loose and covered in diagrams. A couple of them are blank.

"Well, I now know that Sasori did start learning about puppets already," He muses, trying to decipher the diagrams and words, "This is also...from them. Haha-ue and Chichi-ue."

Then he grins, the diagrams aren't that hard, maybe for an actual five-year-old, but it has nothing against a five-year-old prodigy with the brain and experience of a college art major student. With the helpful notes in the margins, he'll be able to figure it out in no time.

"I guess that part of canon won't change, but I still will change a lot of it. Just think, Canon Sasori probably never contemplated much about his future as shinobi at five, especially not on new techniques," He places the paper back inside, leaving the blank ones behind, "But I am not canon Sasori and I plan on not dying. Canon Sasori didn't have many friends and was increasingly lonely and bored, I'm used to being a recluse for weeks to finish projects. I'll be bored anyway, why not spend that time working on plans?"

All in all, it would be a better use of his time instead of spending it feeling sorry for himself. By no means does he approve of shinobi parenting techniques—Chiyo, why would you do that to your grandson?—but he's an adult and this works in his favor.

Also, he's totally going to have a better relationship with his grandma, she's practically the last close family member he has left, he doesn't know what relationship he has with his great uncle.

Alright, things are definitely looking up! Puppetry falls under his passion for art, it's a combination of sculpture and...engineering.

Oh god.

There will have to be math...and...and...no. Not math!

He'll avoid that the best he can, he'll just use his visualizing skills instead...hopefully that'll work.

What else did Canon Sasori do other than puppets? Poison? Plants! Plants are great, plants make great substitutes for human company, he can get a whole bunch of poisonous ones and grow them in his room. Besides, making poisons can be comparable to cooking, right? He's pretty good at cooking.

Hopefully, poison-making is like cooking.

Breath in, breath out, he's five, no five-year-old should worry too much about poisons. Well, unless they live in a shinobi village, but he didn't have that Before. Eh, might as well adapt to the mindset, if he wants to live or become anything he'll have to drop his old morals like they're going out of fashion.

Because here? They are totally not fashionable.

Anyway, it's still his first day, he can read the scrolls and stuff later, maybe tomorrow? He shuts the second drawer too, opening the third and last one on the bottom.

This one is filled with paint.

Paint.

Praise the Deities that might exist.

He found paint, even if he didn't have brushes he could still fingerpaint.

He's going to paint his walls right now, Chiyo's potential disapproval be damned.

Popping open the first can of blue, he wonders what he should paint on his wall, it's funny how a character known for dying sand red with blood will now be obsessed with the color blue.

Sasori like blue now, it doesn't matter what his previous preferences for colors are, it's not like it will kill someone if he likes blue instead of red. Besides, no one knew if he actually liked red in canon.

His first masterpiece in this new world should be one memorializing the person he used to be. Sasori will change, that is unavoidable and he accepts it with open arms, but that doesn't mean he has to forget. He doesn't have to act like nothing happened or force himself to be someone he isn't. Sasori will just be unapologetically himself and canon will just have to deal.

And it will start with this painting.

The next one should be on his parents. Both pairs, an apology for not being there for them and one for not really being their son.

The final one will be something when he figures out what he wants to paint. Maybe he'll paint the fourth wall too, time will tell.

Wait, what about a galaxy on the ceiling? He'd always wanted to do that and it'll be so cool! He can paint the floors too! Maybe he'll do something about the closet he hasn't looked through yet as well.

"I hope Grandma doesn't murder me when I go wild on that poor wall," Sasori dips a brush in a sky blue, "I am completely unrepentant."

An hour later:

"Sasori? I thought you were...sleeping?"

He turns around to see Grandma in the doorway of his room, her eyes wide and gaping like a fish. Sasori looks down on his paint-covered hands and clothing, oddly content that at least one factor of his life is now normal.

He's absolutely covered in paint, as it should be.

"Hello, Grandma. Look what I did." Sasori gestures with a brush on the wall, purposefully getting more blue paint on himself.

"Sasori."

"Yes, Grandma?" Maybe this was a bad idea, Sasori intimately remembers how this Chiyo is—was?—a formidable kunoichi in her own right.

"You will go bathe right now."

"But Grandma, I'm not finished." He's not whining, he's an adult.

"Right now, I'll get you clothes that you can paint in after I lecture you on not getting more paint on yourself than the wall!"

"Right. Okay. Where is the bathroom?" Oh, she's not going to stop him from painting?

"Ah, I forgot you don't remember where that is. This is the second time today I'm showing you a bathroom, huh?"

Perhaps it was just a trick of the light or maybe it was the fumes from his paint…

But he could have sworn a tear slid down his Grandma's weary cheek as a faint relieved smile displaced the deep-set wrinkles around her mouth.

I can't decide between making this crack or actually serious or maybe both.

Help.

Anyway, I was inspired to write more of this. If you're wondering, yes, this new Sasori is basically me but ten times more exasperated with life.

(I've always wanted to paint my walls. The random finger-painted abstract art doesn't count.)

Edit: So I drew a cover because...art...why not. It didn't exactly turn out to be what I envisioned, but it's Sasori's wall painting shenanigans

Not Mine

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13551553/1/

There was a bright flash in a wooded area on Conami Island when the bright light died down a young boy was revealed lying on the ground unconscious. It was noon and nobody was around to see the light which was good for them as people would have thought he was a freak if they knew where he had come from. The boy slowly opened his eyes and sat up, as soon as he did he heard a voice in his head. {Installing system please wait...10%...37%...69%...94%...100% system installation complete, hello Miles}. Miles had a puzzled look on his face, not because of the system in his head he obviously knew it was from his wish. The reason why he was confused was that he had heard this voice before.

"Chole is that you"? Miles asked.
{Yes!} Chloe answered in a cheerful voice.
"Why are you here? and in my system no less?
{First off. I'm not there; I'm sitting in my office in heaven. And to answer your second question. I'm not in your system. I am the system...kind of}.
"What does that mean," Miles asked even though he could guess the answer.
{It means I will be the voice of your system and help you throughout your life until the day you die again and are sent to heaven} she said in a once again cheerful voice.
He didn't know why she sounded so happy but it pissed him off, so he asked: "why are you so happy?"
{Its because after you left I was scolded for a full hour, demoted and was forced to cut off all contact with other angels until such a time that my boss says otherwise}.
"...I'm still not hearing why you would be so happy".
{Well I'm not dead right?  Father could have just erased my existence or sent me to hell with my older brother Lucifer, but he didn't}.

"Oh, that's why... wait, father... Brother?"
{Yes. All angels are children of God and are siblings.... actually now that I think about it Lucifer might still be in L.A. I'm not sure if Amenadiel was able to bring him back yet}.
"So I'm stuck with the voice of the person who got me killed; in my head for the rest of my life?" {Well, when you put it like that you make me sound like the bad guy}.
"YOU ARE THE BAD GUY; YOU GOT ME KILLED!" he screamed at the top of his lungs with is pent up fury boiling over.
{....sorry} she said in a whisper. Chloe really did feel sorry and guilty for what she did but she could not do much to make amends. Miles calmed himself and laid back down in the grass and apologized as well.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you"
{You have every right to be angry at me}.
"No, I don't, I'm not really angry at you or the fact I died. I'm angry at the fact I won't be able to see my family anymore. I know I could have wished them back to life to be here with me but I also know that this is not a world they would have liked to live in, so I didn't".
Miles started to cry once again over the loss of his parents, he was a very mature person but at the same time, he was still only 17 when he died. Miles grieved for a while but knew he couldn't lay there forever and do nothing especially with what was to happen the future. He needed to plan for the future but first, he needs to know where he was, Miles knew he was at Conomi Islands but which one? There are at least twenty different communities in this archipelago.

"Chloe where exactly am I".
{Give me a moment and I will scan the area around you in a 10 Km radius}.
A few moments later she gave him an answer
{You are on Conomi islands, about a 15-minute walk from Cocoyasi Village}.
"I see," he said while rubbing his chin with his right hand. When he did this action he finally noticed how small his hands were and how everything around him was so much bigger then he was used to. When he first got here he was to busy talking to Chloe that he failed to notice but now he felt a little uncomfortable being a kid again. He also now noticed he has been naked the entire time.
"Chloe, why am I naked?" {When you were s-sent here your clothes w-were burnt in the summoning} she said trying not to laugh. Miles heard her trying not to laugh and asked in an annoyed tone through gritted teeth "why didn't you tell me?" She answered in a more serious tone this time. {You were grieving and I did not want to disturb you}.

"*Sigh*". Miles Sighed as the annoyance he just felt faded. "Can I buy clothes from the system store?"
{You can buy whatever you like}.
"Okay, buy me some clothes so I don't need to walk around naked, I'm starting to get cold".
{I can't do that}.
"Why? You just said I could".
{For me to access the system, you must first activate it. Its already been bound to you so all you need to do is say activate system}.
"*Sigh* activate system". As soon as he finished his sentence a blue transparent screen popped up in front of him.
The screen looked like this.
- Status
- Store
- Inventory
- Lottery

Miles tried to click store on the blue screen but his hand just went right through it.
{You need to select what you want by saying or thinking what category you want to use. To go back just say or think "Back" and to close the system interface just say or think "Close", I can also access the store and your inventory for you if you don't have the time to do it yourself; for example, if you are in battle or are just being lazy}.
Miles tested it out by saying "inventory" aloud. Soon his blue transparent screen changed to a grey solid screen with hundreds of small empty boxes and a scroll wheel on the right side.
(A/N. Minecraft creative inventory)
Miles then tested out the other user option and thought 'store' in his head. Suddenly a massive red transparent list of things appeared in front of his eyes. The list covered everything from small things like cans of Pepsi to massive thing like the empire state building. He quickly bought some grey boxers, a purple t-shirt, black shorts and some black and white converse shoes, he also bought a small mirror which was deposited into his inventory.
"From now on Chloe, you're in charge of the store and my inventory".
{Why?}
"I don't feel like sorting through that big ass list every time I want to use the store and my inventory which will probably be very full in the future as well".
{...Lazy}.
"Hey, I'm the one who going to be doing all the heavy lifting here and you get to sit in your office watch all the fun. All I ask is that you buy me stuff from the system store and help sort my inventory. It's easy, right? Miss guardian angel who got me killed".
{...You're going to hold that over me forever aren't you?}
"Yep"
{*Sigh* Fine}. She said in a defeated tone.

"Okay, give my that mirror I bought". After he said that a small mirror appeared in his right hand. It was about as big an iPad and had no frame. He looked at his reflection and was surprised at what he saw. He was still very short as this new body of his was only 8 years old but the appearance of his face is what shocked him. He looked like a young handsome version of archer from fate/stay night, the only difference being his hair was black instead of white and his skin was a bit darker, also that it was smoother than a newborn baby's.
"When I wished for a charm stat I didn't think he would just make me good looking, not that complaining of course". Miles said while admiring his new appearance in the mirror. As he was wondering how dashing he would look once his body hits puberty, Chloe interrupted his thoughts.
{He didn't just make you good looking he also made it so that when you are around people of the opposite gender your body will unconsciously release a special type of pheromones that will attract women to you}.

Miles was on cloud nine thinking about all the women in one piece he will get with this when he suddenly remembered a certain type of people in this world that made him shiver. He asked Chloe in a shaky voice "w-will these pheromones affect people who changed their sex to become a woman?" Chloe immediately knew who he was talking about a chucked at the thought of him meeting them. {Hehe...No, anyone who was not born a woman will not be affected by the pheromones even if their current sex is female. So if you do meet an okama in the future they will only think you are good looking and that's all.} Miles felt like a large weight was lifted off his shoulders. He didn't mind being around okama's but he sure as hell wasn't becoming one. He didn't swing that way nor did he have a hobby of cross-dressing.

{If you're done inflating your ego and freaking out over minor issues then you should check out the rest of the system's functions.} she said in a joking tone.
"Fine, fine. Don't rush me, women!" He also said in a joking manner. Miles was becoming fast friends with the second voice in his head, but he didn't mind as he never really had a chance to make real friends in his previous wold because of his "situation".  Miles then said out loud "lottery" and a large multi-coloured wheel appeared in front of him. Above the wheel was a white arrow that was pointing to a space on the wheel and just below the wheel was a button that said "spin 10,000PP".
(A/N. Wheel of fortune)
Miles was tempted to spin the wheel but before he did he noticed something odd. The only thing written on the panels in the wheel were the names of fictional characters. Some name he recognized like Alucard or Goku, but some names like Richard rider he did not.
"Chloe, why are there only character names on the lottery wheel? I thought that I would be able to get some sort of rare power or unknown devil fruit from it."
{For someone with such a high IQ, you sure are dense sometimes.}
"HEY!"
Before Miles could complain about his guardian angel's rude remark she continued her sentence annoying him in the process.
{Your first wish was a power system that would let you buy anyTHING from the store. So why would there be anyTHING that you could buy in the store on the lottery wheel?} She purposely emphasized "thing" twice to get the point across.

"So you're saying that I can't buy the living from the store but I can get them from the lottery right?"
{Correct but-.} Before she could finish her sentence she was interrupted by Miles.
"Wait a second. When I was looking through the store for clothes I saw many different medicinal herbs that were still alive, why is that?"
{That's because plants are not sentient so they count as "things" and can be bought.}
"Oh". He said understanding what she meant.
{Now let me explain how the lottery works. If you spin the wheel you will be rewarded with two different types of summon cards, a grey summons card or a black summon card. The grey summon is temporary and will only last until the timer on back of the card runs out. A black summons card, on the other hand, is permanent and will last until the summon dies or the summoner folds the card and says "unsummon". Both types of summons will be completely loyal and will follow any and all orders given.}
Miles liked the idea of being able to summon different characters from fiction but something was still bugging him about it. "If I summoned, for example, Superman, would he be taken from his universe just to be placed here and work for me against his will?"
{No. All of the summonses are copies of their originals. They are basically like clones with the same personalities as the originals, the only difference is that they will be completely loyal to you.} "Awesome". Miles said with a giddy smile on his face, he was now very tempted to immediately use the lottery right now but he calmed himself down and refrained from doing so for now as he still had one more system function to check out.

Miles was most excited for what was to come next. He purposefully left it for last because he believed in the saying "save the best for last". Miles stood up straight and said in a loud and giddy voice "Status". Unfortunately what he saw in his status, was not what he expected. His status read like this.

Name: N/A

Race: Human

Age: 8

Strength: D

Stamina: D

Agility: D

Intelligence: S+

Willpower: B+

Luck: B-

Charm: A+ (Will go up as he grows)

Overall rating: B

Power Points: ∞

Berries: 0

Abilities/Powers:
Wing Chun Lv50(MAX)
Vale Tudo Lv50(MAX)
Taekwondo Lv50(MAX)
Karate Lv50(MAX)
Jujitsu Lv50 (MAX)
Computer Science Lv50 (MAX)
Engineering Lv50 (MAX)

Haki:
Observation Haki (Locked)
Armament Haki (Locked)
Conqueror's Haki (Locked)

"What the hell is this?"

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Miles Miller is accidentally killed by an angel and is sent to the world of One piece as compensation.

*Disclaimer I do not own One piece or its characters only my original characters.

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